#i love this fic you guys(gn) but I'm honestly so relieved to take this off my wips list

[queenie-ofthe-void]

A Desperate Fool - Part 13

Part 12

Last Time: Eddie and Dustin finally have it out

cws: portrayals of addiction and graphic description of stomach pumping (i've added a red line to mark the stomach-pumping section if you'd like to skip it; all you need to know is Eddie feels deep shame about his former addiction problems and how it's impacted his relationship with his family. It's his rock bottom.)

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There’s a knock at the front door, the sounds of shuffling in the foyer filter downstairs to the studio where Eddie’s perched on the blue velvet couch. If someone’s here it certainly isn’t for him, so he pays it no mind.  

He catches the first stint of a conversation before he slips his headphones on, picks up his guitar, and sets his notes on the small table in front of him. Which is how he misses Dustin calling for him, and the door to the studio opening, and the sound of someone’s voice behind him, before there’s a hand on his shoulder.

He jerks violently, but manages to keep hold of the guitar in his lap. Since he almost smashed his beloved acoustic to pieces the last time Dustin snuck up on him a few days ago, Eddie’s taken to practicing on the couch when he knows Dustin’s home. It’s saved him in quite a few scenarios now.

“Jesus christ, Dustin,” he shouts as he pulls the headphones down around his neck, “you scared the shit–” the rest of the sentence lodges itself in his throat when he looks up to find a mess of shaggy black hair and large, dark brown eyes coldly staring down at him.

“‘Scared the shit out of you?’ That’s pretty ironic,” Mike says, an indifferent tone contrasted against the nervous bounce of his heel, hands fisted and tucked into the sleeves of his oversized light blue sweatshirt. The string ties are frayed at the ends from where they’ve been chewed on and Eddie notices the neck has a slit cut into it where the fabric of the hood comes together. 

Will’s sweatshirt, if he had to guess. A small comfort Mike can hold onto for what Eddie assumes is going to be a difficult fucking conversation.

He’s sure he looks like a fish with the way his mouth soundlessly moves in a frantic search for the right thing to say. Mike grows impatient and starts to aimlessly wander the studio. Eddie can only watch as he takes it all in. 

Metal Munson’s red and black Warlock hangs on the wall next to the black Flying V, and Eddie can’t help the sense of detachment that overcomes him at their presence. He grips the neck of his acoustic like a lifeline. 

It was the very first thing Eddie ever bought for himself with his own money, when he was just a fifteen year old with a stash of petty drug money in the back of his sock drawer. 

He sees the moment Mike clocks it in his hands. Guilt sits heavy on his chest when the lines around Mike’s eyes soften a fraction before shuttering again.

“Dustin wasn’t lying then,” Mike asks, averting eye contact, “you really are using the acoustic.”

He should put it back onto its stand next to his stool, except it feels like a shield, a weighted blanket. Eddie can’t let the guitar go, and Mike can’t stop glancing at it. Yet Eddie’s not sure he has the strength to answer Mike’s question, it’s so horribly personal. Not just to himself, but between the two of them. So like the coward he is, he changes the subject.

“What do you mean ‘ironic’?” He clears his throat, nervous with anticipation.

“Well you’ve been scaring the shit out of me for over a year, so it’s about time it’s the other way around.” Mike snaps. “Do you know how many times I thought you’d died? Sitting up all night watching your live streams at some insane party, fucked out of your mind, and then calling you for days with no answer?”

He wants to look away from the hurt masked behind his brother’s seething glare, but he can’t help it. Eddie knows he’s staring. So much has changed since the last time he’s seen Mike in person that it almost feels wrong how he looks almost exactly the same. Mike’s a father now, but still just looks like Mike. 

Part of Eddie’s glad for it, something familiar to hold onto in the middle of the chaos. Except that’s ripped from him when Mike hurls his next question, full of grief and laced with venom.

“Were you high,” Mike asks, “when we called and introduced you to Jayden?”

His gut twists as Mike does his best to hide the crack in his voice. His lip is wobbling, and Eddie notices his eyes turn glassy.

Eddie vividly remembers meeting his nephew, just a tiny toddler wrapped in a dinosaur onesie. He’s never seen such a smiley kid, laughing and giggling at all of Eddie’s silly faces. It was the first time in months he’d had the chance to talk to Mike without it becoming a fight. They were still awkward, don’t get him wrong. But between the kid and Will, it went fairly smooth.

Unfortunately, the reason he remembers the conversation so well is because of how ungodly sick he felt. 

He’d ditched his personal phone earlier in the week, on another bender and sick of everyone calling him. Eddie spent the entire night before strung out, looking for love in all the wrong places– a typical night for a bender. But the universe must’ve felt he deserved a small win. 

Eddie had pulled out his phone to message one of his many hookups when he’d noticed he had his personal cell. There were seven missed calls from Mike, fifteen texts, and one voicemail.

“No, but–” Eddie sighs, drags his hand down his face– “I was hungover.” Mike huffs and rolls his eyes. Eddie cuts in before the kid works himself up again. “That doesn’t mean I don’t remember every second of it. I know this is a shit excuse, and I’m not expecting any slack, but I don’t remember much of anything from the past year.”

He wrings his hands, twists the rings on his fingers as Mike continues to stare, waiting for him to keep going. It seems therapy really has done wonders for him, Eddie thinks. Mike’s keeping himself in check, and Eddie can see the deep breaths he’s been taking to stop himself from snapping. 

“I didn’t get your message until the night before and I panicked. I knew how important it was to you– how important meeting him was to me. Except, god I was so fucked up, Mike, I–” shame clogs his throat as the heat behind his eyes burns for relief.

A gentle hand on his shoulder makes him jump, and Mike’s leaning down, tilting his own head up under the curtain of Eddie’s hair to look at him. Shame forces Eddie to turn away, undeserving of someone like Mike to keep looking up at him after all of the bullshit Eddie’s put him through.

“Eddie, I’m not a kid anymore,” Mike says, a pleading edge to his voice. “I’ve been begging you to talk to me– so don’t stop now. Tell someone, anyone, if you don’t want it to be me. But you can’t– you can’t keep this shit to yourself anymore. 

“I know you think you’re all alone, everyone on Steve’s side and no one’s on yours. But that’s selfish as fuck, and a pity party if I’ve ever seen one, Eddie, because I’ve always been here. I’m your family first. So just fucking talk to me!”

He’s tried so hard to keep his shit to himself, to keep it together, to focus on how he’s fucked up their lives– to keep the story off himself. But Mike’s words, upon words, upon words, heave themselves onto Eddie and pile high until he’s crushed under the weight of expectations, excuses, accusations, and more and more disappointment from his family.

And Eddie breaks.

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“I tried to pump my own stomach, Mike! Is that what you want to hear?” Eddie screams, finally setting the guitar down next to him so he can pace the room to avoid whatever look Mike is giving him. 

The words flow out of him, buried for so long that he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. “I don’t remember where I was, or who I was with, or how I got home. But I remember choking that fucking tube down my throat and trying to pour the water myself, spilled the shit all over the floor, could barely reach the top. Hell, I even considered hooking it up to the sink and just turning it on full blast.” 

Tears run down his face. His hands are clammy with nervous sweat, and he wipes them vigorously on the new sweats Dustin bought him. 

They’re black and fuzzy and Dustin had laughed when Eddie tried them on, saying he looked like half of a gorilla. But they were soft, and Dustin had bought them for him because he knows Eddie likes soft things, knows he likes black, and because Dustin was thinking about him when Eddie felt like no one did. 

But looking at these stupid, ugly, seriously comfortable pants, and really listening to Mike, maybe he’s not as alone as he feels. So he falls back to the couch, grips his hands into the soft plush of his legs, and cries.

“I woke up to vomit all over the floor, but it was the first time in almost three weeks I was even close to sober. My manager hired someone to clean the bathroom, sent a discreet doctor– someone who’d been dealing with my shit for a while. I had to angle the phone just right so you couldn’t see the IV they hooked me to.”

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He hides his head in his hands and he feels Mike sit next to him. That night will haunt him the rest of his life, but it was the moment he decided to sober up. While Eddie was out every night, wasting away in some club or a strange bed, his family was living their life. Kids, jobs, marriages, things were happening– and he realized they were happening with or without him around.

Maybe it was a pity party, like Mike said. Eddie always made himself out to be the outcast– the bastard, the queer, the metalhead. It was easier to be Metal Munson than to just be Eddie, to fall into the cliche asshole pseudo-personality he’d concocted. 

There were always missed calls and unanswered text messages, and each one was just another weight of guilt on his conscience. But after his phone call with Mike, meeting his baby nephew, Eddie realized each one was an invitation to come home, to be Eddie Munson again. 

Even though he’d done everything he could to force Mike to give up on him, he never left Eddie behind. 

There’s a head on his shoulder and arms wrapped around him. Eddie leans into it, Mike not faltering at the added weight against him. It’s been so long since he’s had someone in his corner that it’s a bit overwhelming. And although he knows Mike only came by to have it out with him, he’s glad for this moment.

Eddie moves his hands away from his face to awkwardly hug back, Mike hugging him from the side while Eddie attempts to grab any part of Mike he can reach. 

“That sounds awful,” Mike chokes out, words stilted and carefully chosen. “But I’m glad you’re ok, and I’m happy you’re here. I just–” he pauses, but when Eddie pulls away to look at him, Mike holds him firmly in place and says– “I just wish you would stay.”

He’s transported back in time, a loud and angry sixteen year old kid who wore too much black and refused to go to church, packing a bag to get the hell out of town. Whether it was a trailer park or a house in the suburbs, Eddie never felt like he had a home, so he’d run away and find his own.

He turned around to grab his guitar, only to see it gripped tight in Mike’s small hands. Eddie watched as he reverently turned it over. Mike had constantly asked Eddie for lessons, but he’d always had an excuse not to. He knew that’s what Mike was going to ask before the kid could even open his mouth. 

Mike looked up at him, wide-eyed and smiling when he noticed the half-full bag of clothes open on Eddie’s bed.

And for the first time since Mike had begged him for lessons, Eddie dreaded coming up with an excuse. Hurt scrawled across the boy’s face, and he proceeded to pepper Eddie with relentless questions about the bag, where he was going, why he was leaving, what was happening.

When Eddie had finally given in to Mike’s incessant nagging, confessing to his plan of running away and making it big in Hollywood, Mike cried. Not the typical tantrums ignored by his parents when he wanted something. They were the tears of a child, filled with emotions too big for someone so small. The tears fell without push or prompt, and his lip wobbled even as he bit them to stop.

When Eddie really thought about Mike pestering him for guitar lessons, or to play DnD with his friends, to take him to the movies, or listen to Eddie’s music, he could finally see it for what it was. Mike wanted Eddie around, liked him for who he was, and didn’t see him as some stray adopted into the perfect family. Mike just saw him as his big brother.

So Eddie decided running away could wait at least a day or two. He’d sat down with Mike, backs against the bed, and showed him the basics. The kid wasn’t very good with hands too small, but the smile on his face said enough. 

“It should have a name,” Mike said, strumming off-key.

Eddie hummed in thought before settling on, “this machine kills fascists.”

“What’s a fascist?”

“Oh, it’s– well I guess they’re kinda–”

“I meant a cool name, like Mindflayer.”

Eddie chuckled. “How about both?”

He’d let Mike write it out with a pen, then Eddie lightly carved his switchblade into each letter. Sure it could fuck up the sound, but it was worth it to see the stark joy on his little brother’s face.

This Machine Slays Dragons.

Mike’s smile turned a little sad. He looked up at Eddie, eyes wide and wet when he said, “now, even if you still leave, you’ll remember me. Right?”

Here Eddie finds himself again, held in place by possibly the one person whose love he never had to earn, given without hesitation. He’d promised Mike all those years ago that he’d never run away. And he’d done it anyway.

“You know,” Eddie sniffs, leaning back out of Mike’s hold to drag his sleeve across his eyes, “Lincoln Park is pretty nice, and it’s not that far from here.”

Mike jerks back to catch his eye, and Eddie holds his gaze. He’d already started to consider just staying in Chicago, even scouted some neighborhoods. 

His bottom lip wobbles like it always does, but Mike scoffs, a small light returning to his eyes when he rolls them and says, “of course you get a taste of being a rich asshole and immediately want to move to Lincoln Park.”

Eddie barks a laugh and hooks his left elbow around Mike’s neck to pull him in for a noogie. It’s fun and lighthearted and not nearly enough of a conversation to nullify so much of the hurt Eddie’s caused him. 

But a bridge has been repaired, if even slightly. 

Mike screeches, wriggling his way free until the wrestling turns into a genuine, too-long hug neither of them move to break. “Want to come upstairs and meet your nephew for real?” 

Mike moves to stand from the couch, offering Eddie his hand. He takes it.

“Of course! I’ve got to start the music education early and beat the Byers boys before they brainwash the poor kid with punk.”

Mike makes a noise at the back of throat, wiggling his hand back and forth as he shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe give Will some space. He’s, uhh–”

“Not as forgiving?” Eddie finishes. But Mike gives him a small, reassuring smile.

“Just start answering the phone, come over for dinner, babysit– he’ll come around.” 

They head upstairs towards the sounds of cooing and laughter. The thought of settling down used to spring his defenses, fill him with dread. A kind of life he always looked down on and took for granted. Now he only feels the warm comfort of home at the thought of living here, so close to his family and friends. 

He holds the thought of family and friends in his head like a mantra to distract himself from the Steve of it all. Living so close, running into each other, spending holidays with their mixed family. Eddie pushes the deep-churning anxieties in his gut to the side as he smiles down on his baby nephew, and hopes maybe everything will go over better than he expects.

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@sadisticaltarts @5ammi90 @blacklegsanji21 @jaytriesstrangerthings @thewickedkat

@stripey82 @a-lovely-craziness

Ok I've got bad news... I'm officially abandoning this fic. It's been a total struggle, and although I have a fairly detailed outline and vibrant scenes I'd love to hit, I just can't make the words come out right. I've started and re-started the next chapter so many times I've lost count.

Which means it's time for me to move on to what keeps me passionate about Steddie!

I'm immensely happy with what I've created here, and I hope you have been too. Thank you for all of your likes and reblogs and comments because I never would've gotten this far without your support. It means the world to me.

I'll be uploading everything I have here on Tumblr to ao3, and then that's all she wrote.

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One last thought! If you enjoy tropes like break ups w/ second chance romance, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, (not actually) unrequited love PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE check out A Thousand Flowers Could Bloom by @morningberriesao3.

This fic is stunning and smutty and horribly sad and fluffy and EVERYTHING (bonus: it's complete <3). It was a balm on my soul when I struggled with writing this, so hopefully you'll all love it too.

[vynlqwv]

Could you do denji and itadori with a reader who is insecure about their body? Fem or gn please

a/n : Hello! thank you so much for requesting! I will be trying to answer/ make more fics but it might take awhile since its almost exam week D;

DENJI & ITADORI w/ an insecure genderneutral! reader

HEADCANONS + ONESHOT

warning(s) : nothing!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Itadori Yuuji

so basically, you and yuuji are dating he loves you so much! he praises you everyday and makes sure you are healthy!

he loves to cuddle you and tell you that everything is alright and you guys just fall asleep together

yuuji always hypes you up when you try out a new clothing style that you have been wanting to try out!

yuuji is defo the type of guy thats "my s/o can wear whatever they want, i can fight" type of guy

It was a sunday morning, you and yuuji had decided to go shopping for clothes to an upcoming christmas party that gojo had set up. You had been thinking to try out a new style in awhile since you have been seeing it in social media and you wanted to add more clothing variety to your closet. "hey yuuji, can we go and try out some clothes on this store? i have been wanting to try out something new but i think i won't look good in it.." you tugged on the hem of his shirt and turned you head to look at him. "of course we can! but honestly, i think you have a great sense of fashion and you'll look good in anything so don't worry too much!" he kissed your forehead and assured you to not worry too much which has made you feel relieved and confident to try out the new style that you have wanting to try out. You and yuuji had walked in to the store and they staff had assisted the both of you. You started to go to the fitting room and try out the clothes that you had picked out and you looked at your own reflection at the mirror. You looked at your own reflection and you can't wait to see yuuji's reaction to your new style that you've tried out. You went out of the dressing room and yuuji literally ran up to you and hugged you and started praising you. "babe you look so good! i knew that you would style it perfectly!" you giggled at his antics and you guys proceeded to check out while holding eachothers hands.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• denji hayawaka

you're probably denji's first actual serious relationship and he loves you so much to the point that whenever he wakes up in the morning that you're the person he always tries to find in the morning

when you tell him about your insecurities, i just kind of gets confused because 'why?' he dosen't get why you're insecure of your body cuz he literally loves everything about you but he dosen't question it

he will become your personal hype man and tell how amazing you look

if you're insecure about gaining weight, he will give you your favorite snacks where the nutritional facts are crossed out and there would be a little note that says "hi babe! take a lil break ok? i love you" attached to it, you laugh at the messy handwriting to it but also appreciate his actions

overall, denji would do anything to make you happy and distract you from the thoughts of feeling insecure

You and denji were just chilling on a friday night, you guys just finished eating dinner and you both were cuddling by the couch while watching whatever gameshow thats playing on the tv, the silence was comforting and you guys enjoyed each others embrace. "you know i really love you right?" denji said randomly while turning his head to look at you. "yes denji, i'm aware" you placed a kiss on his cheeks while playing with his hair. "honestly, i think i don't get to say how much i appreciate you cause i think im not that good at words but i just wanna say that i love every part of you." he kissed you by the lips. The both of you just stayed quiet the whole night and you feel appreciated and happy. The both of you cuddled and fell asleep and woke up by the morning.

[akaakeis]

how was your day? — h. iwaizumi

"'cause i miss all the f*ck ups we've had 'cause even then, you're still the best that i've had."

synopsis - y/n and iwaizumi are childhood... sweethearts, if that's what you can call it. they spent the majority of junior high together, and they loved one another. that was, until they grew apart. iwaizumi and y/n are now third years at seijoh and have suddenly reunited.

wc :: 845 (๑-﹏-๑)

tried to make this gn!reader but when i started out i accidentally defaulted to f!reader i tried to fix it but i may have missed a couple things oops... didn't proofread sorry ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

notes//cw :: obviously based off of beabadoobee's 'how was your day?' — iwaizumi is lowkey yearning for y/n, hes probably really ooc IM SORRY. THIS IS MY FIRST FIC GUYS please be kind idk what im doing ૮꒰っ˕‹̥̥̥ ꒱ა , literally taking this idea AND RUNNING because i was trying to figure out what i should post and honestly this is all i could think of

the bell rings, and class is dismissed for the day. iwaizumi and oikawa walk out of their assigned classes, and they're headed to their afternoon volleyball practice.

"gosh, iwa-chan, you're so mean! what did i even do this time?" oikawa voices out as they walk through seijoh's halls. iwaizumi is uncharacteristically quiet, and he isn't retorting at oikawa at all.

there's no response from iwaizumi.

"iwa-chan? what's up with you?" oikawa asks, trying to follow iwaizumi's gaze. it takes him a minute, but he figures out that he's looking at some person in their year.

"...oikawa, shut up for a second," iwaizumi says, observing the person. he seems dazed- lost in a past memory, almost. his eyes look vacant as he stares at the person.

'is that who i think it is?' iwaizumi thinks to himself incredulously. if that truly is who he's thinking of, y/n from his junior high school, where did they even come from? he had never seen them before at seijoh, in all three years. not once had he ever seen them.

the person is standing around with their friends, chatting with them before they all walk back home. they're fiddling with their bag's zipper as they listen to their friends speak enthusiastically about some topic.

"y/n! you should definitely come with us!" iwaizumi hears one of the girls exclaim. at the confirmation of his thought, he feels overcome with a sense of nostalgia as he looks at y/n.

without saying anything to oikawa, he just silently nods his head in the direction of the gym, starting to walk again.

[time skip]

afternoon practice that day had felt like an absolute drag to iwaizumi, so he felt absolutely relieved to finally be walking back home. he was considering talking to y/n.

oikawa was following trailing behind him, trying to figure out what the hell was up with iwaizumi. he ends up finishing the quiet walk home without saying anything. he waves to iwaizumi as he watches him unlock the front door to his house, heading inside.

as iwaizumi makes his way into the house, he mutters an "i'm home," and goes straight to his room. he drops his bag on the floor next to his bedroom door and flops onto his bed with a groan. he's so tired of thinking. without considering it for even another ten seconds, iwaizumi pulls his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through his contacts. his index finger hovers over a contact simply named "y/n" before clicking on it and pressing the call option. the line rings softly as iwaizumi lifts the phone to his ear.

a quiet click can be heard on the line, and iwaizumi's breath hitches as a soft voice comes across the line.

"hello?" says the voice. 

iwaizumi's words are caught in his throat. he's frozen. he didn't realize they'd actually pick up his call. he finally speaks up after two whole beats of silence. his slightly shaky voice comes over the line as he musters up a reply.

"umm... hey, y/n. how was your day?"

"...oh- is this hajime?" y/n asks, confused. they reply, nevertheless, saying, "..and it was okay, thank you for asking. how was yours?"

iwaizumi lets out a breath of relief as y/n replies, feeling much calmer once he realizes y/n remembers him. 

"yep, it's hajime.. mine was okay as well. i just wanted to call and say-" iwaizumi is trying to arrange his thoughts. what he truly wants to admit to them is that he just misses them, but how do you even say something like that? 

iwaizumi scratches his head in frustration with himself, giving up and just voicing some of his thoughts. "we haven't talked in a while. i nearly forgot how you looked. i saw you at seijoh today, though... when did you start attending?"

y/n seems slightly surprised as he continues to talk, taking a beat to register what he was saying. their voice comes over the line yet again, "i started attending in second year- and yeah, it has been a while, huh?" there's some kind of amused lilt in their voice as they speak, remembering what they were like back in junior high along with their relationship with iwaizumi.

there are so many things that iwaizumi wants to tell y/n, but the words are stuck in his throat. his heart is racing as the phone call continues.

"well- hajime, tell me about your day, then!" y/n's voice comes across the line, their excitement clear in their voice. they seem happy that iwaizumi called, making an effort to continue to conversation.

"sure." he replies, a smile spreading across his features as he sits up on his bed, starting to tell y/n about the events of his day. he doesn't dare to think of telling y/n about how he misses their old relationship, though.

maybe this was the start of something new. he had to admit, he was kind of excited to see what this would turn into, though.

notes:

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ any other works can be found on my little masterlist! (it's empty rn since i just started though)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ woooo first fic!!!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ yep idk what i'm doing but i hope that was at least somewhat good!!!!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ i feel so conflicted about this oneshot but WE BALL IM POSTING THIS ANYWAY 🗣️

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ yeah i didn't proofread this so my apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ I FEEL LIKE I COULD'VE MADE THIS SO MUCH BETTER BUT I'M TOO LAZY TO SPEND MORE TIME ON THIS RIGHT NOW

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[obey-me-disaster]

Could you maybe write some headcanons for how the demon brothers would feel about an MC who has a service dog for anxiety?

If you don't feel like writing it or it's too difficult that's completely okay too don't worry.

(I'm a service dog user myself so I just thought it would be nice.)

I hope you'll like these headcanons and that I got everything right! If there is anything I need to correct let me know.

Also sorry for taking so long, I needed to be finished with a fic for a collab first!

Demon brothers x gn!MC

Warning: Belphegor's part has spoilers for lesson 16!

MC with a service dog for anxiety

Lucifer

Since he is one of the people in charge of the exchange program he made sure to also prepare everything for your dog. Anything from food to all the way to paperwork so you two can go anywhere without being disturbed.

He is a dog person so he got a soft spot for your emotional support dog. The dog is probably more spoiled than you, at least until he starts to actually like you.

Since you are in need of your dog he won't bother it. He knows the dog has its job to do.

Is honestly relieved that you got someone other than his brothers to rely on, especially that being dragged to a different dimeons is not good for your mental health.

Mammon

So not only does he need to take care of a human, but he needs to take care of their dog too now??

Before actually realizing that your dog is more than a simple pet he wanted to include it in one of his money making schemes. After you and Lucifer tell him off he actually gets it and backs off

He does a 180° with his attitude and is really glad that there is someone to be near you when he can't be there to protect you. Lowkey he and the dog have some kind of nonverbal agreement on how to help you with your anxiety.

Tries to spoil the dog and buy luxury items for it. You'll have to let him know what could distract your service dog or not. He honestly gets everything really fast.

Leviathan

Jealous that he can't take Henry with him the way you can do with your service dog...and looking at him he might need some service/therapy/emotional support animal outside of his fish.

He knows how bad anxiety can be, so he is both greatfull that you got some support and a bit jealous because of it too.

He is really chill with the dog, he even made a small spot where it can relax when you stay in his room.

He once saw Henry trying to get your service dog's attention and took it as a sign that both of your guy's friendship/relationship is made to last for a long time.

Tries to find animes where the protagonist has a service dog for anxiety so you could relate to more chatacters

Satan

He has only read about service/therapy/emotional supports animals so he was really curious of seeing one in real life.

Be prepared to be asked a ton of questions about your dog's training, routine, how it helps you manage your anxiety. He sees it as a way to both get to know you better and to learn something new.

Might use the way your service dog helps to convince Lucifer to let him get an emotional support cat for his anger. Lucifer, of course, denies his request.

Just because he is a cat person it doesn't mean he doesn't love other animals as well. He knew that service dogs go through some training to be able to adapt to different situation, but being dragged to hell might go out of what any service animal is prepared for. He will go out of his way to give him a bit of training and some protection spells.

Asmodeus

He adores dogs. He had to be told that service animals are not the same thing as pets, so he can't go around playing and dressing up the poor dog.

He will pout about it for a bit before getting over it but that just means he can focus in spoiling you even more.

Lowkey educates the Devildom by accident about service animals due to how many Devilgram posts he makes about you and your dog.

A/N: ok but there is one event where Solomon talked with a fish and apparently the god damn fish had better working conditions than humans...so yeah, I guess animals are really treated with respect down there.

He will make sure that your service dog always look at its best. His resoning? Seeing him be so cute and soft will help you with your anxiety. He does make sure to not really separate it from you.

Beelzebub

He was watched very closely at the begging by his brothers, so he wouldn't try to eat you or your dog. It didn't take long for things to settle and for him to start liking your service dog. Especially that he likes dogs.

He might or might not have tried some of your service dog's food...he felt really sorry and went to buy any and all snacks he could find. MC would probably have to remind him what their dog can and can't eat.

He sees the dog as part of the family and takes it upon himself to make sure that both you and your service dog are safe and sound.

If, by some chance, you have to be away from their service dog Beel will be the first one to volunteer to take care of him.

Belphegor

How the fuck did both you and your service dog sneak into the attic, more times than once?? The poor animal is acting uneasy the first time it sees Belphie.

Imagine if you decide to sneak into the attic alone for your visits and leave your service dog behind. Those would be the times when the dog is on high alert.

OK BUT imagine lesson 16. One moment the dog is with you and the other the dog is trying to understand how you suddenly got hurt and die...

If after the incident your anxiety gets worse, your service dog would put himself between you and Belphegor to try and distract you/put you at ease.

Outside of all the angst, Belphie is pretty chill with the dog. If he wants to cuddle with you he will even welcome your service dog in the cuddle pile. He is honestly relieved that you got some support system, especially after the whole lesson 16 affair..

Also a dog person, so he will be very fond of your service dog.

[imfiguringitoutlovely]

you've got fever!|bnha guys

pairings: shoto, dabi, shinso; x gn!reader

type: sickfic, mostly fluff, a little angst

warnings: heavy talk about sickness, allergies, fevers, etc., physical affection (kisses, hugs, cuddles, all sfw), language, some spoilers ig

authors note: i am sick 24/7 and i need fluff idndje yes a lot of my fics are selfishly written. EDIT: I ADDED MORE TO HITOSHIS PART BC RJDJJED HE NEEDS MORE LOVE I JUST RAN OUT OF SPACE THE FIRST TIME

Shoto Todoroki

NOTES: you and shoto are in class 2-A and have been together for a bit less than a year-

your quirk isn't used here so pick any quirk you want

So it's getting colder outside around that time of year. Your immune system's always been sensitive to change, but the world keeps going and so does work

you love training, you honestly love school despite how much work they give you, but going constantly from warmth to cold when you go from indoors to out is starting to hit again

you have powers but

you're still human

human and with a sHIT IMMUNE SYSTEM-

with the drama between the school, villains, and especially with his personal life, though, shoto is painfully oblivious to your own turmoil

until one morning you didnt show up to class on time

you two didn't sleep together much bc bb was still getting used to affection and everything

it took time and that was fine

but that meant that if you two ate breakfast at different times, class was the first time you interacted during the day

he assumed you were just running late bc you'd stayed up texting him the night before

so he asked the homeroom teacher if he could go to his dorm for missing work

"i may have forgotten my math work in my room."

tbh lol he didnt even really ask

the teacher just told him to go

i mean

hes a star student what do you expect

he wasnt in a rush, really

but

he was taking really big steps-

he trusted you, he did. but after everything that had happened the past couple months alone with the villains and everything?

oh honeyyyyyy,, when it comes to you?

"kidnapped? ran away? poisoned? secret mission??? WHAT IS IT-?!"

okay not that hectic

but still

so when he got to your dorm floor and passed the bathroom he was mildly relieved to hear you coughing betweem desperate attempts to catch your breath until he realized that wasn't great news either-

basic societal mannerisms and habits??? who're they???

he opened the door and immediately started analyzing what was going on.

you were in front of the mirror, hands on the rim of the sink. you were wearing your uniform, but you really looked like a mess. it was wrinkled and buttoned up all wrong, and you hadn't even finished tying your shoes.

but he also noticed you were sweating through your shirt and jacket. and still shivering.

tissues were tight in one hand as you let your head hang. when he said something, though, you looked into the mirror to look behind you.

mf scared you-

"[Your name]. You didn't show up to class."

"Sho-" poor bb you broke into another coughing fit. luckily this one didnt last as long.

but he had time to see how drained of energy you looked, eyebags setting in and face drained of that energy and spark he was used to

he felt bad really. it was obvious this had been building up with time. you were in the middle of being sick, not in the beginning stages

he realized how little he'd really been paying attention and a bit of guilt set in

but no time for that then. he had to make sure you were ok

"Have you gone to recovery girl?"

"It's not an injury and I'm not-" cleared your throat. "I'm not dying, Sho. Just a little fever..."

"How late are you to class?"

"I don't know, five minutes?" you tossed the tissues away and tried to wash your face, but you were trembling

"twenty. come on."

twenty? no way-

you looked at your phone and oop-

he took you by the hand

you thought he was taking you to class and you got mildly annoyed, but then you realized he was taking you to see recovery girl.

so you got more annoyed-

you legit stopped in the middle of a hallway.

"Shoto, I'm fine. Just a little cough and...and a little...a little..."

your legs went weak

stupid body not proving your fucking point-

but bb caught you, so you're alright. no teasing, no actual comment, because once he's picked you up that's it, you're tapping out-

he held you to his chest and you got a bit of balance with warm and cool. for a second you're embarrassed about your sweat and chills, but it was Shoto

your Shoto 🥺

he talks to recovery girl, explaining what was going on. she told him to go back to class, but he was so hesitant. he didn't want to leave you there

eventually he does go, though, telling the school nurse he'd return during lunch but not bothering to tell you because your fever had gotten worse and he knew you wouldn't process it anyways

he couldn't focus in his classes. truth be told, he was beating himself up over not noticing

sure, life was...everywhere, but you had clearly set aside so much, even your HEALTH, so you could be there for him

he got sad :(

AT LUNCH, omg at lunch and after school and ALLL THE WAY UNTIL YOU GOT BETTER

he makes you tea

he makes you his favorite soba at first but then remembers you probably shouldn't eat cold stuff, so he has fuyumi send him instructions on what to make and h ow

lots of tea

a lot of him quietly scolding you if you try to push yourself

he helps you keep up with social stuff going on, but doesn't stress you out abt missing it

and he also made sure to make copies of all his notes for you 😤

this boy doesn't understand affection, not even verbally. he shows his love through presence. not presents. well sometimes but not often-

he's there when you need him. he might not sleep with you every night, but he stays in the room. sometimes he'll play a bit of quiet orchestral music if you have trouble sleeping

fever dreams? he has an extra pair of pjs ready if you need to change. and hes a light sleeper, so if you stir, he'll wake up and immediate be at your bedside, holding your hand with the music going again

he's not great with cuddles yet but he occasionally gives you hugs to help regulate your temperature

also if your quirk goes whack during your fever (transformation or emitter quirk), he's not scared. he'll normally hum a little to help you relax and wait it out unless it's extremely dangerous, in which case he'll help you cool down as quickly as possible.

just a sweet bb all the way through recovery

also you're not allowed to go out without a scarf, jacket, earmuffs, and super warm pants now, no exceptions

yes, he will buy you the most expensive of it with his dad's money, stop fighting it

he will apologize once you're better for not noticing how you were getting sick. he does expect you to take responsibility for not seeking help to get better, but he also reassures you that he'll pay more attention and will help you break away from your self neglecting habit

he wants to be there for you

he wants you to be safe

most of all

he wants you to know that you matter, too

Touya Todoroki

NOTES: this is just as rambly as the last one, im sorry- also, like the last fic, you're more like a keigo figure. you know abt LOV as a pro hero.

your quirk? hypnovoice

basically like a siren except you can't really lure them, just hypnotize people within a certain radius into freezing in their spot. just gonna say the drawback is it gives you a really sore throat after a while and it only lasts as long as you're using your voice. not good for stealth fjdnnedj-

ok so the first time you got sick... it was kind of a hectic situation

the LOV was in the eye of the storm in the tension with the pros, especially UA

this was when scheming and planning was most important. the calm. there was going to be something big to break it and they had to be absolutely 100% prepared for it

Dabi was... chill. well he seemed chill but

part of him was starting to grow worried

not about himself, no. but about what would happen during these plans. the group knew about his relationship with you

in fact most of them really liked being around you!

yeah, at first they were like 🙄 not another fuckin bird brain idiot goSH DAMN-

but then they got to know you

you played video games w shiggy, talking about boys (only dabi for you ofc) with miss Toga, you helped and reassured Twice a ton, and you had mad respect for Kurogiri.

you even got along with mr.compress, and especially with big sis Mag-!

until... yeah

but they liked you

a lot

which made plotting harder

you would have to pick a side soon, they knew it. they were hoping you'd pick the... "obvious" side. but they couldn't be sure. so they planned for the worst case scenario

they didnt tell dabi but he wasnt dumb. he knew

and he was stressed as fuCK

it didn't help when he got a misspelled, feverish text from you in the middle of an important meeting

"toya you almos fone?))"

he would normally just take it as you waking up from a nap or multitasking

but you'd been acting weird the night before

so obviously his stomach twisted

had you gotten hurt and not told him? was it some sort of trap from another villian getting to you? what if someone figured you two out? or were you drunk or somethin?

he kept his calm exterior, but the questions rattled

you were the one thing, no-

you were the one person he couldn't lose

he'd rather you leave him in the dust by choice than have you hurt while with him

the todoroki stood, tucking his phone in his pocket.

"I have to make a quick call."

they looked at him for a bit because it wasn't like him to step out. he normally sat through it, even when he'd zoned it all out completely.

still, they didnt press

he walked out, keeping his eyes out for any threat and dialed your number.

ring... ring... ring... ring...

weird. normally you answer on the second ring unless you were on patrol, but you insisted on taking the day off

ring... answer

"Dab?"

yeah you definitely were not working. he noticed how scratchy and weak you sounded, too

"Hey, [Your Hero Name]. What was that text about?"

You groaned. despite making a nickname out of his assumed name, you didn't appreciate him doing the same for you.

"Don't call me that. So..." you trailed off and then sneezed, an involuntary whimper following. your body was aching. getting beat by a couple of villains here and there hurt. a stab or two hurt. but this? this was pain and discomfort and a fogginess in your head that left you acting like an abandoned puppy.

this man heard how pained you were and went in, grabbed his shit and l e f t

all he told you was that he was on his way, and the Tylenol was in the kitchen if you could get it

you were just usually so stubborn, put up a much bigger fight to hide whenever you were sick

so the fact that you obviously didn't have enough awareness to even do that made him feel uneasy

my guy got home in record time xjendj

his place wasn't... great. the building was a complete disaster. it wasn't that he couldn't afford better, but any better and he would be putting his hiding at risk.

so a kinda ugly place, but you went in and cleaned and decorated and it looked like an actual apartment now

not d e a d

there was even a cute lil table in the kitchen in place of a dining room, which was wear you had decided it was nap time, w OOO O O O

so he walks in and you're

you're all slumped over, head on ome of your forearms on the table looking like an absolute m e s s

"Tsk."

he's worried, yeah, but still a bit amused that the only person willing to fight him on a n y t h i n g, whether it be the best brand of bread or the ethics behind the fight of hero vs villain, was sleeping on a table in pajamas

lol one time you two actually fought while cuddling and he starting lighting shit up so you had to sing to shut it down-

he wasn't trying to hurt you, just- jdkxj emotions-

he did wake you up a little, though, so he could pick you up without startling you.

"Come on, we're going to bed."

"Bed? But...table... The table is cool. Bed is warm."

"Do you want a sore neck?"

and you were a flirty little shit

half the time you didn't go through with your flirty threats but it was still fun to challenge him

"I mean if it's from you then..."

"I said neck. Not throat."

"Same difference." And all he did was chuckle really low

he put you in bed, made sure you were comfortable and then put his hand on your forehead. he was naturally a little warm, but you were scorching.

he frowned, just a little, because expressing emotions if for the weak- 😎

im being sarcastic please do not bottle things up its not healthy xjxn-

he gets you some water and a cool rag for your forehead. you're almost asleep at this point, but you find enough energy to thank him and mumble some nonsense.

"Thank you, Fire Jesus..."

That does get a little smile out of him.

he's sweet through your recovery 🥺

he doesn't really check your temperature officially, just goes based off of feeling and how you're looking.

he takes care of the whole thing with work, texting your colleagues from your phone... he can actually text like you eerily well-

he does hold you. he acts like it's all for you, but he loves it. he's not necessarily cuddly, just always wants a reason to be close to you

clingy. and v paranoid a lot of the time

when you're awake, he has you in his lap and helps you eat something warm

probably bought soup while you were asleep

makes sure you're hydrated and tried to keep himself from getting to hot for your sake

OK SO ONE TIME

you were like "can we watch something?" and so he put a show on and the opening song played and you lo v e d it

so you started singing it, but your quirk was activated by accident oops-

and you start singing quietly but he hears and goes completely still, like he's in a trance. and you don't notice until you stop with a little cough.

he realized what happened and asks if you could nOT BECAUSE WOAH IT TRIPPED HIM TF OUT

but you don't for the rest of the time you're sick 🤠

basically it's all cuddles and him taking care of you

his team kind of gets on his case for missing so much time, because you were sick for longer than he expected but when he tells them what happened they chill out

you have to tell twice you're not going to die and promise dabi you're going to stop overworking yourself when the symptoms start popping up

he now knows just how weird the depths of your mind are-

you call him so many different things-

if you have nightmares during your fever,, :(,, he lays down with you and just holds you. just holds you close and whispers to you

even if you're thrashing, even if you accidentally hurt him. he will hold you and talk to you softly until you calm down. unless you start yelling, your quirk starts activating randomly and he has no choice but to wake you up

he loves you, he really does. much like shoto tho he doesn't really say it

it's more in how he treats you, and he treats you like royalty

Shinso Hitoshi

NOTES: you're a class 1-C student, working to get into class 1-A, so there's kind of a rivalry

you two have been together for a couple months at this point, but have known each other since elementary school

alSO FOR SOME REASON MY BRAIN SAID yeah you're like deku's twin SO UM

your quirk? hot spot (HDNXJEJ) you got a bit of a mix of your parents' quirks. you can pull heat from objects, people if you focus enough, into concentrated balls of heat that you can control. you can melt metal if you pull enough, but you can also experience heat stroke and extreme dehydration because of how much you sweat. also, if you lose control (by losing focus), you are forced to absorb the heat through your hands.

so you were hot

not sexy hot (even tho ur that, too 😎)

but scorching hot

you'd built a tolerence to this, though, and because it'd only started to really hit during training, you'd assumed you'd just been messing up. ohhhh how wrong you were-

classes had ended hours ago, and you'd finished your work for the day. you were already pretty tuckered out, but it was nothing you weren't used to. the things bugging you were the body aches that were setting in. you dismissed being sick because it wasn't even that cold out. and even if it had been, you'd been all holed up!

so surely you weren't sick. it's not like you had time to be sick, either. the licensing tests were coming (i know 1-C probably doesn't take them till down the line but uhhhh) up and after you bombed at the sports festival (against your own brother after he beat your best friend/rival at the time) you had to fight for some sort of victory

plus, it might look better in your fight to be part of class 1-A

so no, you didn't have time to get sick

you were training with Aizawa (aka your future father in law) and Shinso in the gym

you were really pushing yourself, hard, but you hadn't even gotten close to beating Shinso that session. he wasn't brainwashing you. no, you hadn't given him that chance

but he was a strong fighter, and you were getting warmer and wamer by the minute. only fifteen minutes into the fight and you were basically drenched in your own sweat. you called "time" and stumbled to Aizawa's side where you had set your water bottle down.

shinso had BARELY broken a sweat, which was...odd. he normally started sweating quite a bit when you sent heat his way, but the heat had been...weak. a mere minor MINOR inconvenience

at the beginning he teased you about wanting to take it easy on him, but he realized you weren't trying to

you genuinely could not muster the energy to gather enough heat to cause any sort of damage to anything, let alone to fight

you chugged down your water

Aizawa looked at Hitoshi, gave him a l o o k and then spoke to you while you were still chugging.

"We can catch up over the weekend. Go rest."

you stopped chugging. he was gonna say something else but then you gagged and rushed to the trash bin by the stands. you don't know how he got there so fast,

but Shinso was now helping you through it, rubbing your back (if you're comfy w that, and holding your hair back if necessary) and whispering softly to you.

"Just let it out. It's ok... It's alright. I've got you."

you couldn't see, but he shared a look with his dad Aizawa before looking back to you once you had gotten it all out.

"Come on. Let's go see Recovery Girl."

Shinso is competitive, goal driven, definitely an introvert and can be cold sometimes

but he was so soft with you. he was just hurt really :((

you get too wobbly half way there and he picks you up.

"No, it's ok. Relax..."

he frowns a bit because you just seem so uncomfortable

you're sweaty, but shivering a bit, too. you're sniffling a bit and trying to curl up in his arms and against his chest

you're kinda like a cat the way you're nuzzling your head against him and he mumbles

"You've got to stop pushing yourself so hard, Kitty."

first off, it's a simple term of endearment. second of all, it has your face feeling hotter because he rarely ever uses it

you're more red than your brother when he talks to Ochaco-

Recovery Girl, once you're there, lectures you a bit once she gets the full story

its v obvious from how exhausted you are though that you're in this state because of self-neglect.

Shinso doesn't throw in much comments, though it's obvious how worried he is

RG (😎) provides the right treatment and tells you what to do for the following days. you're feeling a bit better, and Shinso volunteers to take you back to your room.

1-C dorms are past 1-A, and your life is stunning and convinient so while he's wheeling you to your building (RG said it'd be irresponsible to make Shinso carry you) you bump into Izuku

He sees you in a wheelchair and his brain goes to worst place scenario-

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY [SIBLING/BROTHER/SISTER/ETC.]-!!"

he thought your bf had hurt you during your daily training and almost killed him xjfncnme

you're all the same age but sometimes you swear you're the older sibling with how mature you are in comparison-

Shinso says something quick and your bro responds. he chills out and as soon as Shinso stops, you rush to explain what was going on even though you were feeling a lil loopy from the medicine.

"Not paralyzed. Not... No broken body stuff just sick. He's helping, Zuzu..."

Shinso snickered quietly before reassuring Izuku that he'd keep him updated and wheeling you to the dorm

your class was worried 🥺

they all took real good care of you!! but shinso was really trying to keep you safe. he kept temperature regulated in your room, made you food, tea, made sure you did what RG said and helped with classwork. oh, and cuddles. TONS OF THEM

he's a soft boi while you're sick. afterwards, he makes sure you never push yourself that hard again 😤😤😤

he literally talks you through some lessons when you have the energy, nice and slow

he realizes sometimes your quirk just...activates. and once you took energy from him without thinking or wanting to, and it ended in your hands starting to blister up fromt heat :( so he immediately rushed to grab wet, cool towels and put them over your hands. they sizzled a little and you were still in pain, and shinso was really cold, but he was glad to see you calming down

never ever ever uses his quirk on you. even when you're super stubborn about medicine or baths or anything. he cooerces you softly or gives you some extra time until it's time to get things done.

he loves cooking for you. is he the best at it?... no, not even close. but he's happy to do it for you. and this starts a habit down the line of you two cooking with each other. (if you've ever struggled with being around food or eating, don't worry. he won't force you to cook with him at all, but he will slowly help you start better habits if it's directly affecting your health or if you want to. he won't force anything onto you or get upset about boundaries)

he does say that he loves you, though it's sparingly. not because it makes it more special (the amount of times you say it doesn't dictate how true it is-) but because a lot of times he just forgets. he's like so in the moment, taking care of you and making sure you're healing that he forgets sometimes that what you need is emotional reassurance

but he does make up for it in forehead kisses and little cute names (if you like them) :)))

shinso loves you and he takes care of you. down the road, he makes you promise to tell him when you need a break.