#perhaps a carnival or something would be easier to do

[detroit-become-hurt]

Sweet Thing

So to kickstart this block again I'm regressing into old hyperfixations. So here's a fanfic I'm working on for The Lost Boys! I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Moving to Santa Carla was a sudden decision, but something about it just felt right. There was something about that place, calling you to it, you just didn't know what.

Or: you're drawn to Santa Carla cause you're the final mate of The Lost Boy's pack

I sighed heavily as I sat on a bench at the boardwalk. Santa Carla was fun for the first week upon moving here, but after that it sort of just lost its charm. It was the same routine of showing up to work at the little oddities shop between the chinese take out place and some other little resturant that served the greasiest burgers. It wasn’t a bad job, but it wasn’t always the busiest as there were other attractions to see that were much more interesting. The shop consisted of bad taxidermy, crystals, fake skulls (which a lot of people thought were real), and tarot cards/readings. It wasn’t a bad gig, just again, not the busiest. 

Tonight was my night off, and I really had no idea what to do. I decided sitting here was better than sitting at home, with even less to do. Deciding it was best to grab some food I stood up, making my way over towards the shop and the chinese place. Chinese sounded good for dinner. As I neared the resturant, I couldn’t help but notice a group of bikers loitering outside the shop. There was two blondes, rough housing with each other. A tall dark haired main leaned on the wall of the front of the shop, watching the two blondes wrestle. And finally, leaned against one of four bikes was a third blond, a cigarette balanced between his lips. His eyes flitted through the crowd, taking in faces, a dark look lurking behind them.

It wasn’t really of any concern to me seeing these four, Santa Carla was full of different types of people, and I’ve seen them around before at different places on the boardwalk. We never interacted before, but a cloud of trouble oozed off of them. I tried to keep to myself. 

Ordering my food I waited to the side for them to finish preparing it, tapping my foot lightly as I listened to the sounds around me. Rollercoasters whizzed by with screams that lasted mere seconds, loud carnival music and people chattering away. It was almost overwhelming, the sounds. But you grow used to it pretty fast. Finally my order was called, and I picked up the bag containing the food. Upon closer inspection I realized that they had gotten my order wrong…but it wasn’t worth arguing. They ended up giving me more than what I ordered, I wasn’t going to complain.

“Perhaps Sandra would want some of this…” I wondered out loud, thinking of my coworker who was currently working tonight. Deciding I would share my feast, I walked over to the shop, towards the group of four bikers. As I approached, I caught the attention of the blonde leaning against the bike. His eyes trailed up and down me slowly, sizing me up. “Um…excuse me. Could you move your bikes, so I can like…get inside the store.” I asked, trying to maintain eye contact.

“You want us…to move our bikes…so you can go inside?” He repeats back to me, and I instantly knew what he was doing.

“Yes. You, move bikes. I go, inside?” I throw back, raising an eyebrow. The banter between the two of us caught the attention of the other three. The second blonde with curled ringlets going down his back couldn’t help but snicker, flashing me a dangerous smile and a wink when I looked his way. “Really it would just be easier if you moved, so I don’t have to weave in and out of your guys bikes and risk knocking one over. So what’s it gonna be pretty boy?” I asked shifting weight on my feet.

The third blond, who’s hair was teased to high hell and back laughed loudly. “Aw come on sugar, if anyone’s pretty here it’s you.” He says wrapping an arm his friend with the ringlets. “Do we at least get to know your name?” 

“What’s your name? I’ve seen you guys around before.” I say chewing my lip. I really did not expect to get into such a conversation, but it seemed like there was no backing out now. “If I tell you my name, will you please move your bikes?” I throw in, hoping they would indeed do as I asked.

His grin widens, and he sauntered down the steps, wrapping his arm around me. The smell of aqua net hair spray and weed overtook my senes. “I’m Paul. That’s Marko, Dwayne, and David.” He says pointing each of them out. “And I…have definetly not seen you around here. Are you new?” he questions.

Slipping out of his arm I nod, “I’m y/n. And yes, I am new. I just moved here about a week and a half ago.” I say. “Now really, this is quite the lovely chat but I think I’m just gonna weave around the bikes. Sorry to bother you.”

David holds his hand up, stopping my movements. “Hang on there sweet thing, you didn’t give me a chance to answer. Since I am a man of my word, we will move our bikes.” It’s funny he says that, cause he never mentioned giving me his word. But oh well. “Come on boys, let’s get out of here. We’ll see you around y/n.” he gives me a smirk, again something hiding behind his expression as the other three revved their bikes to life. With hoots and hollers they revved the engines a few more times before taking off, nearly hitting me in the process.

“Fuckin assholes,” I mutter as my heart pounds in my chest. Finally walking up the steps I walk inside, “Sandra! It’s me! I brought some food, the chinese place messed up the order.” Walking to the counter I set the food down, taking it out and arranging it so we could easily grab what we wanted. 

Sandra comes out from the back, a yawn errupting from her lips. “Oh thank god, I was going to fall asleep back there. Hey, did you hear like, motocrycle sounds?” She asks as she grabs some food.

Between swallows I nod, “Yeah. Some bikers out front. I asked them to move, and it took a minute but they did. Who knew all I had to do was give them my name.” I say. “I got their names in return. David, Marko, Paul, Dwayne. Interesting group of guys. I’ve seen them around the boardwalk before.” 

Sandra freezes, looking up at me with wide eyes. “Y/n…please tell me you’re joking. Like say sike right now.” She’s bouncing on the balls of her feet, anxiousness radiating into my bubble.

“What’s the big deal? They’re not trouble are they?” 

“Oh yes they’re trouble! They’re dangerous y/n. They’re always in trouble with security on the boardwalk, bothering people.” Sandra’s looking me dead in the eyes now, a look I can’t place. 

Finishing up my food I wipe my mouth, “Okay. I’ll keep my distance. Can’t blame me too much you know, I just moved here.” A part of me was annoyed. I appreciated her concern, but again I just moved here. And the boys seemed nice enough…although that doesn’t make up for the fact that I don’t know them.

“I know. I’m sorry, I just really like you and I don’t want you to end up on a missing person’s poster. It would suck to not have you in my life anymore.” That was one thing I was definetly grateful for, was my quick friendship with Sandra. She took me around, showed me the ropes, and was always there should I have needed anything in my short time in Santa Carla.

“Thank you, Sandra. Really.” Glancing at the clock on the wall I sighed, “I should probably get going, it’s getting late and I have to work a twelve hour tomorrow.” 

Sandra gives me a sympathetic look. “Well if you need anything, give me a holler okay? Seeya later!” Her voice disappears as the bell to the door chimes and I’m once again outside. Traffic has quieted quite a bit, not so loud. Turning I begin to make my way home, unaware of the set of eyes watching me from the dark.

I want her.

Me too.

She needs to be with us, one of us.

Soon, she will be. Give it time.

[arcadekitten]

If your main characters were in the circus what kind of performers would they be and what acts would they do

Oooooh interesting interesting!! Ok ok...

I could see Mary being either an animal(beast) tamer (based on her affinity for the frogs in Here For Sweethearts), puppeteer (because of her affinity for dolls), or a clown (it's easier when they're laughing because you want to be laughed at)

I think Reginald would be a magician! He's the most interested in magic out of the main 5.

Vasilis would be a fortune teller! That's perhaps a bit more carnival-like rather than the big-top, but it fits them so perfectly!!

Crowven would want to be something a bit edgier. Probably knife-throwing, I could see him having a lot of pride in that.

Twyla would accept nothing less than being the ringleader. She needs to be in charge or she's not participating.

[merbear25]

A date to remember

Asking your crush out is nerve wracking, especially when that special someone is a Straw hat. You finally work up the courage to do it! No better time than the present, right?

Monster trio

SFW, gn!reader, mutual attraction

pt. 1, pt. 2

Luffy: You know damn well that anything less than being direct will only confuse him and would lead you to feeling awkward and chickening out. Much to your surprise he accepts!

You'd end up going somewhere fun:

going to the carnival. Get ready to go on rides till everything starts spinning, then eat, ride and probably get sick. It would be memorable and full of laughs.

going ice-skating. You'd have to help him a little but he'd be excited (and determind) to learn.

On the way home, you're both still laughing and telling jokes about the shenanigans you got up to.

He'd definitely give you a big bear hug at the end of the date and perhaps a cheeky little kiss too.

Zoro: Similar to Luffy, he's also someone you've got to be straightforward with. Dropping hints will not work with him. You've decided that enough was enough and today was the day you'd finally ask him out. W-wait....he said yes??

You'd choose something outdoorsy:

going hiking. Take a map with you. Even if there's only one trail, it'll just make everything easier if he wanders off.

going kayaking/canoing. Sit in the front so you have more control over the direction.

With both of these options, remember to take the time to appreciate the surroundings with him. Find a good spot to set up a picnic, cloud watch, take a power nap, and enjoy the nice weather and each other's company.

Ending things with one arm around you and brushing a kiss on your cheek or forehead seems more his style for a first date.

Sanji: He's not a hard person to read. You always have his undivided attention, but you're not sure if he's genuniely interested in you or if he's just like this with every woman. Despite this, you push yourself to ask him out anyway. You've never heard someone shout 'yes' so quickly.

You decide to think outside the box:

botanical garden. Sanji seems like the type of person who can appreciate the beauty of nature. It'd provide you with a relaxing environment to help you get to know each other.

observatory. You'd bond over stories from your past while surrounded by the stars.

Both are fairly romantic but offer plenty of opportunities for pleasant conversations, getting to know each other, and a soothing atmosphere. You now feel more secure about his feelings towards you.

Of course, he'd love to cover you in kisses, but he'd let you decide how to end the date. He'd melt from just about anything you do, so there's not much pressure.

[songsofbat]

what's the use of feeling what's the use of feeling oh what's the use of feeling blue (or, mun feels like writing corus but they're already in a roleplay..)

There's someone in their mind.

Corus-Calla-Corvus is... aware of that. There's something wrong and they can feel themselves flicker in and out of consciousness.

It's their minds eye that leads them onwards, stumbling blindly so they can grip onto hand rails and get rid of their mistakes.

Their flaws.

But every now and then they sort of...stop.

Stare at their phone. Or the wall. Not quite the wall. The emotions on it- crawling, crawling, ever crawling. A web.

They track their hand over twisting strands.

They're so tired.

There's so much to do.

Poda's going to make sure Signal doesn't... stop them, they suppose. So at least they won't have to worry about that.

"I don't understand." says the thing that sounds like a funeral dirge. "Why are you checking on people? The only one who wants you around is the white haired child. He doesn't seem to need you around."

It doesn't say Ceph doesn't care, at least. Maybe ignoring its words and burning it had given it the hint.

Their body flicks through different screens. The other people who went by Corvid. Vice. The bats. Carnival. Morgan? No, the same. The same.

"You're quite odd," it continues, and there's an upturned quality to its face, a vague widening to the eyes that almost seems like genuine interest. Maybe it is. Maybe it's not.

Emotions around it are.. faint. Hard to feel.

"You do not interact with her because she does not want you around. Yet, you watch over her. What exactly do you gain from this? You clearly have no intentions of interfering." They want to throttle it.

So they do.

It stares at them with eyes red like (her) hair.

It doesn't stop.

It won't shut up.

"You're the same as I am," it prattles on. "Wouldn't it be logical for you to either not care about her entirely, or do something about it?"

Why can't the dirge be playing for it?

"It's quite easy to change people's minds, you know!"

Disgusting.

She doesn't want me around, they say, perhaps. Their mouth isn't moving. I'm not like... (Jacyn? Not like you? Not like some obsessed stalker? ) I'll respect that.

I annoy her, they continue. She was tolerating me. I should not disturb her.

...somehow, those emotionless red eyes feel judgemental.

They don't know why they're talking to it.

...maybe because it looks like them. Corus-Calla-Corvus-Corvid, shifted off.

Red eyes. White skirt. Not quite them.

Requiem's fragment stares.

Not quite a fragment.

Something worse, perhaps. Sinking into their consciousness and refusing to leave.

Poda says it refuses to be removed- but that's okay. When they do a proper fixing this time- they'll drag it down with them.

It's okay to talk to it. It's okay to humour it.

It's just... keeping it occupied. Until Poda can get Signal to leave. Until they finally get to fix this mess of a mind.

"You're being quite illogical."

How so.

"You aren't friends."

...and?

"You wish to be friends with her."

Selfish.

"But you want, anyway."

Doesn't mean they have to act on it.

"You wish to be friends. It is causing you...quite some despair. Would it not be easier to simply cut off those feelings?"

If they cut off emotions for other people, they wouldn't be able to protect them.

"Your friendship with her was detrimental to you."

Scroll, scroll. They don't care.

"Forgetting her entirely would be wise. She doesn't care for you, after all."

No more forgetting. No more running. The truth burns, and they'll let it.

"Are you harming yourself?"

The truth is needed. It allows them to make the best possible decisions.

"Are you harming yourself?"

The truth is useful. They can shut off the emotions when they've fixed themselves.

"Are you hurt-"

Shut up.

"Are-"

Shut up.

" Shut

up.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Corus-Calla-Corvus-Corvid doesn't deserve to exist.

They're doing what they must.

They're not going to run from the truth.

Gotham doesn't need Corvid as a hero.

Gotham needs tools. Weapons. Shields.

Useful things.

( Once upon a time, there was a Gala. And you learnt how to smile just right, even if you didn't mean it. Once upon the time there were galas. You learnt how to be soft around the edges, pleasant and good. Once upon a time, there was an actor. They were capable of convincing people to not waste their time on them. )

" ?", it asks, and the question sounds unreal.

Because you never hear anybody asking that question in real life.

[meep9898]

Someone getting ready for a date, and realizing they're too big for the mirror

It was time to get ready for her special date! Well, not exactly a 'date'. While it would be far more precise to call it 'a private meeting between two people at a café to exchange intel', using 'date' to describe it was far shorter and easier to explain. Plus, it helped keep some secrecry. To have The Feeding Faction or some other rival interfere during this exchange could have disastrous consequences!

After taking a refreshening warm bath and applying some make-up, getting dressed was the only thing left to look flawless for her 'date'. As she paced back and forth, pondering what to wear, Fiorella's truth-seeking eyes caught a glimpse of a distubring image, something or someone in the mirror. Coming to a halt, the delusional, doughy detective took a moment to regard the reflecting, shiny surface of her room's cheval mirror.

Perhaps she was standing too close to the object, but she swore she could barely see herself in it. In fact, she wasn't looking at herself. Instead of her proper reflection, the softened sleuth saw half the image of an extremely out-of-shape woman. This woman was covered in many layers of fat all over! The woman's avalanche of a tummy hung low over the waistband of her frilly, overstretched panties and she was unable to see the woman's pudgy side-rolls. The stranger also had a prominent second chin and her cheeks looked far too round, but she still couldn't fully profile her face. Even when she half-turned to glance at the mirror from another angle, she was met with a broad and roll-filled back, followed a little lower by an overblown pair of gelatinous cheeks that were almost entirely swallowing the frilly panties she had seen before. One of those orbs could take up over half of the mirror...

Suddenly, a terrible realization dawned upon her...This blimp of a woman had the same white-hair and sharp, blue eyes she had. The similarities didn't stop there, for this whalish stranger was also wearing the same underwear she had chosen for her 'date'. Could...Could this image...be one of herself?

NO! IMPOSSIBLE! The Possessor of All Truth and Knowledge would never let herself go and become an overblown parody of her perfect self. It must be a trick played on her by one of The Feeding Faction's henchmen! Of course! It all made sense! In act of psychological warfare against their sworn enemy, the evil group had replaced her looking glass for one of those distorted ones used at carnivals! All she had to do was replace her mirror. Something she'd do after her 'date.'

For now, all she needed to worry about was getting dressed. It was getting late and she had already wasted far too much time staring at that fake, fattened image of herself.

[i-cant-sing]

Jason with baby reader whose very affectionate with him but a total menace with everyone else?

Platonic Yandere Batfam x reader

Yesss obviously 💖💖💖 okay but like imagine something with me:

Reader being the youngest addition to the batfam, could be Bruce's bio kid or not, doesn't really matter. The only reason she even ended up at the Wayne Manor was because perhaps Gordon kinda begged Bruce to take you in because he doesn't want you to end in the horrible foster system of Gotham, just asking Bruce to look after you for a couple of months until Gordon can find a good home and adopt you himself.

Anyways, that doesn't happen because Gordon dies. So what was supposed to be a few months, ended up being an indefinite stay.

Okay usually this would be the point when their yandere tendencies start to show but let's say this time- it don't happen.

Look Bruce and the batfam are like super busy with that crime fighting life, believe it or not, vigilant-y life takes a lot of their time. When their not busy saving Gotham, they're either at home resting and recovering, or at work/school. They simply do not have time for family bonding.

Or so you thought.

You've seen the boys going to the "secret" batcave (u found out soon about their hero identities, cause you're smart like that.) and they spend a lot of time training, so they're definitely bonding. While you don't reveal that you already know about their identities and continue to play the fool, it still kinda... hurts to be surrounded by so many people who are supposed to be "family" yet don't treat you as such. Damian snaps at you anytime you ask if you could join him and the others on anything theire doing- even something as simple as just playing video games.

(And then i found out about Damian and Dick being each others fav siblings) Dick tries to be amicable but even he'd turn down hanging with you in favour of taking Damian out to the carnival, saying something along the lines of "Oh Y/n, its just- I haven't seen Damian in a looong time, and it'd be unfair to him if I brought you along because he's just been lookin forward to this outing for so long. Maybe we can do something next time?" But next time doesn't come around, with Dick always prioritising Damian over you.

You thought that Tim would be easier to spend time with, since he's home a lot more than others, but he's a workaholic to the core, and even of you did swing by with a coffee, just to check up on him, he'd plain out tell you to leave, to bother someone else because he just doesn't have the time. And yet there he was, talking for hours on the phone with Conner.

Jason was nice to you even though you initially thought he'd hate you like he hated Damian and well... his other brothers and Bruce as well. But surprisingly, you got along with him. Probably because he thought of you as this sweet kid who didn't know any better about the world, who just needs to be shielded by Gotham and more importantly- Bruce. Maybe that's why Jason talked to you- you're the only one in the house who's not a hero. Maybe that's what he needed: a healthy relationship with someone normal. And it would've been great if he actually hung around more than an hour. No, he was far too busy with ending criminals, or as he liked to tell you "my job doesn't allow me any holidays. Also, I hate Bruce and would swallow a cactus than stay in his home." But at least he brought you souvenirs from the around the world! His "job" had him travelling the world.

Perhaps the boys are just too busy, or don't like spending time with girls, so you decided to go to Bruce. But he's always busy, either with work or with Gotham, or with one of his sons. He is aware of your presence, he just doesn't exactly know what to do about it. With you not being a vigilante or exhibiting any qualities that he would deem extraordinary or impressive, he doesn't know what to do with you. Sure, he's set you an account where he's given you more than enough money to cover all your expenses and everything else, but that's all he gives. Just financing you until you're independent. He doesn't check in with you, not really interested in your average life, and he won't say it out loud but sometimes, he may have even forgotten about you. A few times, he may have taken you along with him to some galas with his sons, and when you're alone with him, you can sense that he's not... pleased? Content? Happy? Sure, he puts an arm around your shoulder and smiles for the cameras, but you can see the way his eyes wander around the room to find something more interesting, more worthy of his attention. The way he taps his fingers with unease, giving you curt replies and dismissive smiles when you tried to talk about schoo or anything, it all made you realise that you are not a child in his eyes.

You are a burden.

No. No, that couldn't possibly be the case. I mean, he took you in. Bruce wouldn't do that if he didn't care about you, right?

Still, to test that theory, you left the gala, alone and without informing anyone. Surely, he or one of the boys would notice your absence. Surely.

They didn't, even as the gala ended, they all left in their own cars, no one even thought to stop and wonder if you were riding with any of them. Hurt and depressed, you made the stupid decision of walking home in your fancy gown. Of course you'd be pulled in the alleyway and be mugged. The low lives decided that they wanted more than just your money, and when you realised their vile intentions, you began thrashing in their arms to break free, resulting in one of them punching your face repeatedly. Just when you thought all was lost, suddenly those pervs were thrown off you and were shot dead. You looked up and were surprised to find out who was your saviour-

Red Hood.

"Jason?"

"Y/n? I mean, who?" Jason was shocked to see you here, more so when you recognised it was him under the mask.

You rolled your eyes. "You can drop the act, Jay. I've known for a while." You groaned in pain as he helped you up. "Shit, you okay?" He asked, helping you walk towards a nearby bench. "Yeah. I mean I got mugged, but yeah..."

"Wait, what are you even doing out here this late?" You told him about the gala. "Soooo... why didn't you go home with them?"

You shrugged. "Just needed to confirm something."

"Yeah? And what's that?"

You remained silent, not wanting to discuss the topic further. Jason sighed before pulling out his phone. "I'm gonna call, Alfred. Have him send a car so pick you up." You grabbed his hand before he could dial.

"I cant- I don't want to go home." He raised a brow. "Why? What's wrong? Did Bruce do something? I swear to god I'll beat-" you shook your head. "No, Jay- look, I just need a break. If it's not too much to ask, can I spend the night with you? Or you can lend me some money and I'll stay at a hotel or something. Promise I'll go back home tomorrow."

Jason stared at you, trying to figure what's bothering you, but he also didn't want to push you by asking. So he nodded. "Of course, you can stay with me tonight. But only if you promise to make me your delicious chocolate chip cookies tomorrow." You smiled, nodding.

Jason took you to his apartment, cleaned up your wounds, cooked you dinner, cracked some jokes and then tucked you in bed. He actually tucked you in bed. He'd never know, but that simple gesture had you crying until you finally fell asleep.

When you returned home the next day, you weren't really surprised that no one had noticed you didn't return home last night.

No one in that house even knew how you were almost rap-

"Miss Y/n?" Alfred called from the kitchen, eyes wide as he took in your bruised face. "What happened? Are you alright?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I fell on the concrete pavement, someone pushed me accidentally-"

"Alfred?!" Bruce called from the dining room.

"You better go. And Alfred-" He stopped. "-don't mention this to him. I don't want him to worry over nothing."

Alfred nodded, leaving to serve Bruce and the boys breakfast. You don't think he'd tell Bruce and even if he did, you don't think he'd actually worry-

"Y/n?" Bruce was standing at your door, eyes narrowing at your face. "Alfred told me you fell?" He walked upto you, inspecting your face. Wait, did he actually came to check up on-

"How many times did you fell? Face first? Because that's a lot of bruises."

"It was a concrete pavement."

"We don't have concrete pavements in the house."

"I was out leaving from a cafe when I fell. Just wanted to eat some bagels." You continued to lie.

Bruce narrowed his eye at you before sighing. "Look, I don't have time for this. If you're in trouble, just tell me."

"I'm not."

"Then do you really expect me to believe that you fell? Is this a desperate cry for attention?" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you really did fall in public, "multiple times" as you claim, did you at least get a cab? I don't want anyone taking pictures of you like this and make headlines tomorrow about one of the Wayne kids being abused. I won't have you tarnish the family name."

What? Did he just- did he really say that?

"No. Its not-" you were interrupted by his phone ringing, and Bruce left you to take the call.

You sat there on your bed, dumbfounded and even more heartbroken than before, mind replaying the words over and over again, trying to make sense, make EXCUSES for him, that perhaps you misunderstood him.

But you didn't.

That day, you had finally given up on the batfam. You refused to make a fool of yourself any longer by hoping that one day they'd accept you. You were and always will be an outsider to them. You won't depend on him any longer, even for your finances.

Years went by and you worked hard on yourself to get admission in a highly prestigious college with a fully funded scholarship, all while you worked to handle your expenses. When you got your admission letter, you didn't even bother telling anyone at home about it. Instead, you went out for lunch with Jason to celebrate (who had been dropping by more regularly ever since that night you were mugged), who was more than overjoyed, ruffling your hair and telling you how proud he was of "the only sibling smart enough to bust him out of jail and retirement homes." Jason truly did want this for you- to be normal and go to college like other normal people.

You moved out of the Wayne Manor quietly and moved into your college dorms in a different city, where you found an even better job on the side. The job that now helped you save up enough money to start paying Bruce back for all the years he had to spend housing, clothing and feeding you.

After a couple of months, you were able to wrote your first cheque to Bruce. And if it weren't for the large sum of money and your name attached to it, Bruce wouldn't have realised that he hadn't talked or even seen you for a while. He didn't allow himself to feel guilty for thinking that he may have forgotten about your existence for quite some time.

Picking up the phone, he called you and asked you about the cheque.

"I'm paying you back." Bruce was a little surprised to hear the monotonous tone.

"For?"

"The money you spent on me all these years?"

"Why? And how are you even paying?"

"I've got a job." What? When did this happen? "Look, I gotta go. I have class." You cut the call, and what class? As far as he remembers, Alfred had said something about attending your high-school graduation earlier this year.

Were you in college?

No, no. If you were attending college, he would know. Surely, you'd tell him. And even if you didn't or he forgot, he would remember paying for your tuition. Or maybe he already was, from the account in your name where he sent monthly payments.

Curious, he called the bank, only to be informed that you haven't used the account in years! They did inform him that you opened a separate account, and since Bruce owned the bank, they let him see the account and what you've using it for.

That's how he found out about your college.

You were just leaving your class to go home when you spotted him leaving the Dean's office. Apparently you were not the only one who spotted him, as your classmates all started talking about the famous Bruce Wayne. As Bruce's eyes met yours, you immediately turned and walked the opposite way until you had left the campus, and you went home.

You weren't surprised to see his car outside your apartment. But you were a little surprised to see him in sitting inside your apartment, sitting on the couch with an unamused expression.

"What do you want?" You asked, dropping your bag.

Bruce raised a brow at you. "What? No, hello?" He sighed. "Why did you leave the campus after seeing me?"

"I don't want to be associated with you."

His gaze turned stern. "Why? Are you embarrassed?"

No, I hate you. "No one will take me seriously if they knew I was related to you. I just want to be-"

"-independent? Is that why you sent me this cheque?" Bruce pulled out the piece of paper and dropped it on your coffee table. "Why are you doing this?"

"I told you, I just wanted to pay you off."

"You don't need to. You're family."

Only on paper. You thought.

You shrugged. "Doesnt matter. I'm paying you back every cent."

Bruce stood up, walking right in front of you and it was just then that he realised how much you'd grown up. You looked nothing like the scared little kid who was always peeking from around corners. You had matured, far too much for your age. He could see the little bags under your eyes, the wrinkles on your forehead, the disdain in your eyes.

"Why are you trying to cut me out of your life?" Before you could argue, he put a hand up. "I saw the documents. You didn't list "Wayne" as a surname on your college documents. You're trying to distance yourself from the Wayne name? Are you in trouble? Have you done something... dishonourable?"

You scoffed. All these years and all he cares about is his public image.

"Dont worry, I haven't done anything to bring down your family name." You spat. "Look, just take the cheque and leave. You'll never hear from me again, either in the media or otherwise."

Bruce glared at you, clearly slighted. "You're being difficult for no reason." You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from going off on him.

He turned around to leave, not bothering to pick up the cheque.

"How'd you get inside?" You asked when he opened the door. You wanted to know, especially since you took all the right measures Jason taught you to stop anyone from breaking in.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled.

"I bought the building."

-

You moved to a new place the next day, after you found out that the landlord refused to accept payments from you, since "your father owns the building. You don't need to pay rent." You wish it was easier to change schools though because apparently the everyone now knows you're Bruce Wayne's kid, which everyone figured out when someone called "Y/n WAYNE, please report to the Dean's office", who showed you that he had the college administration fix the little mess up of "forgetting to add Wayne to your name in all the documents" and then told you that he's very grateful to your father for his very generous donation to the college.

Bruce didn't bother you much after that interaction, except for monthly cheques and cash he'd send you, but you're never using cashing them. He also sends you regular invites to galas and social gatherings or even family dinner at home. You don't go to Wayne Manor anymore, not unless absolutely necessary.

Like today, when Bruce called you to come home for a "family portrait" for a magazine or something because the article is covering about all the Wayne kids.

You could already feel your throat closing up as the Manor came into view. You were greeted at the door by Alfred, the man saying he missed your presence at the manor. You just smiled and nodded.

"No luggage?" He inquired, noting that you only brought backpack.

"No. I won't be staying long."

You started making your way towards your room when you passed Damian's room.

"Y/n?" Dick called out, surprised to see you after so long. Or at all? You'd wonder.

"Hey." You said, eyes darting from him to the room where Tim and Damian were, both just as stunned to see you there.

"So, um... how are you?" Dick asked, unsure how to proceed this conversation.

"Great." You replied before turning around and walking to your room, leaving the boys befuddled.

Luckily, the photographer came soon and started with the shoot, and if it weren't for the photographer continuing to tell you to scoot closer to your brothers until Dick just pulled you and you ended up being squished in between them. Had Jason been here, things would be way more comfortable. But since he's been declared dead to the world, he can't be a part of the family portrait.

And later on, its time for dinner and reader is leaving but Bruce calls her back, telling her to at least stay for dinner if not for the night, and you tell him "I can't, exams are coming up." And he replies "really? The schedule your Dean sent me doesn't show any exams coming up." And after some back and forth, you finally sit down at the dinner table, chewing your food silently while the others talked. You were almost finished and this miserable reunion was coming to an end when one of them started to talk about something that triggered you.

It could be anything, from badmouthing Jason to even telling you to get off your high horse and stop thinking that you're better than them just because you've been living on your own and shit.

That's when you just couldn't hold back your anger and went off on them. Everything you'd experienced, all the emotional abuse and neglect you'd been subjected to from them, you told it all.

With tears in your eyes, you left the manor, only to be kidnapped by the Joker. Bruce and his sons didnt say anything to each other that night, except for replaying your words over and over again, simmering in their own guilt silently. Well, that was until-

"She wouldn't know the sacrifices we had to make to keep her blissfully unaware and ignorant of all the crime outside!" Damian yelled. "Just to keep her wrapped up in this bubble, outside of which is a world where she wouldn't ever truly survive if it wasn't for us!"

"Damian-" Dick sighed frustratedly. "-she never asked us to do this all. We chose this life, long before she came along. It's unfair."

"Unfair??? Then how could she claim she didn't feel "protected" when all we've done is slave over making this hellhole safe! How can she say that from the comfort of this home? She's nothing but ungrateful to us and to father! I'm telling you Grayson, if the tables were turned, she wouldn't ever make the sacrifices to save us!" Damian yelled before slamming the door on his way out.

Dick pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he asked Tim. "Do you... think we've failed her?"

Tim was staring at the ceiling, keeping his thoughts to himself. He definitely felt guilty, he remembers the way he would dismiss you.

Tim's silence was enough answer for Dick, though the two didn't know what to do next.

Thankfully, Alfred did.

"Miss Y/n forgot her phone here last night. Should I parcel it-"

Tim was already out of his seat, grabbing it. "No, I'll take it to her." Turning around, he saw Dick also standing.

"We'll take it to her. Thanks Alfred."

-

10 hours later, the two brothers stood outside your apartment. They knocked, but you didn't answer.

"Maybe she's at college?" Dick wondered. "Wanna wait here or go- Tim, wait for me!" His younger brother was already down the stairs when they saw Jason outside.

"What are you two dimwits doing here?" Jason asked, actually surprised to see them there.

"Y/n forgot her phone." Tim said, pulling out your phone. "She's not home. We're going to her college."

Jason's brows furrowed. "Why? She doesn't have classes today. We were supposed to meet for breakfast."

Dick couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of your relationship with Jason. Were you always this close to him? And why Jason, he was home far less than any of them.

Jason moved past them to your apartment, a spare key in his hand. "Maybe she just doesn't want to see you two."

Again, Dick couldn't help the envy that creeped up on him at the sight of Jason using a spare key to let himself in, the feeling only intensifying when he spotted many frames with pictures of you and Jason together.

After checking the whole place, you weren't there. Now, it was time for Jason to start panicking, as he asked them what happened at the manor, and he blew up at them as well for pissing you off like that.

When they had confirmed that you weren't in college or had ever returned to the city yesterday, they all went into panic mode as they informed Bruce about you going missing.

They all rushed back to Gotham, where Bruce had already pulled up CCTV footage of the place where you were last seen, hearts dropping when they saw someone come up from behind and knock you out, before kidnapping you. But no matter how much they searched for you, how many goons they beat up, they couldn't find you.

It is during this time that their yandere tendencies start to develop.

And it wasn't until a week later when they received a hint about your whereabouts, and they finally found you, in a warehouse, chained to the ceiling, a shock collar around your neck, all bruised and beaten because come on, Joker ain't gonna go easy on you.

The torture he subjected you to, it was almost comparable to the one Jason had to suffer. You were unnervingly still, and they couldn't help but wonder whether you were... dead.

That was until the shock collar went off and you screamed as your body jolted, Joker's manically laughing in the shadows.

"She's a tough one, much better than the wannabe Robin! I've been shocking her, waterboarding her, whipping her all week but she refused to tell me your real identities! I was starting to believe her when she said she didn't know, but it's just fun seeing her writhe in pain-!"

They beat Joker up, while one of them takes the collar and chains off you. You'd passed out from pain and exhaustion, and when you woke up, you were back in your room at the manor. While you were unconscious, Jason did end up revealing about how you actually did know about them being vigilantes, further intensifying their guilt and increasing their yandere tendencies, after all they do realise how they've failed to protect you.

So the story from here progresses on to when reader is actually forced by the family to stay in the manor to heal, all while their need to protect you increases the more you refuse their help.

When your injuries have healed and you're ready to leave, but they don't let you. Bruce tries to approach you, gently telling you that you need to be at home with your family, where you're safe. He wants one more chance at righting all his wrongs, he won't shy away- he admits he's made mistakes in the past with you. You back away when he tries to come closer to you.

"You don't get to choose to make up for your mistakes when you feel guilty, not when I had to spend all those years learning to live with your horrible parenting."

Tim spoke up next, telling you to just listen to what he has to say, but you cut him off with a dismissive hand.

"This is how you used to brush me away whenever I came to you, like I was some sort of fly, always too busy, too much of a hassle to even reply to a simple hello. So, why should I give you my time of the day now?"

Dick tries the comforting approach too, surely you don't hate him as much since he wasn't even around that much in the first place to cause you any hurt, promising you that he will do better this time. But you shut him down quickly too.

"I was never a priority for you then. I used to sit on these stairs, waiting for you day and night to finally be able to spend time with you. I know better by now than to trust your false promises."

Damian had a melt down next because you insulted his favourite brother. He went off on you that you never had to suffer through the same trauma as he or any of them did. How it's unfair that you don't give them another chance, how you don't understand that the Wayne's aren't a perfect family because of all the horrible things they've had to and still do go through on a daily basis.

You stared at him for a few moments before replying.

"I was almost r*ped."

The room went deadly silent, Bruce's mouth agape, Damian's eyes widening, while Dick and Tim turned pale.

"The night we went to that gala, you guys all left without me. I was pulled in an alley, mugged and almost r*ped if it weren't for Jason." You chuckled dryly. "What's worse is that none of you even bothered to call me, or even noticed that I hadn't returned home that night. I could've been dead in a ditch and none of you would've noticed for months, if not years." You wiped the tear that escaped your eye. "None of you attended my graduation, none of you noticed I had left for college, not until I sent a cheque to Bruce. I've buried you all in my past, and if it helps you sleep at night, I have forgiven you as well but I will never forget."

You looked at Damian. "And just because you've gone through some shit Damian, doesn't mean I'm undeserving of love and respect. I've experienced traumatising incidents too but the difference between you and me is that I don't use them an excuse to be a fucking dickhead."

You heard a car honk from outside. "Jason's here to drive me home- my home."

But before you could take another step, Tim had injected you with something. You jumped back, holding the puncture wound on your neck.

"W-what did you do?!" You yelled at him, and Tim only shrugged. "What's necessary."

You heard another honk, and this time, you opened your mouth to yell for Jason, only to have a hand slap over your mouth, muffling your screams for help. It was Dick, as he quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, dragging you away from the door as Bruce ordered Tim to put the whole house on lock down mode (essentially an impenetrable fortress), while Damian went outside to release his anger on Jason, both for failing as a brother to you (not that he'd ever admit it) and for Jason being clearly your favourite.

And from here on, you're being constantly coddled by the batfam (except for Jason since he does actually want to save u from the batfam). Bruce is always the first one to greet you every morning, and if you're still asleep when he comes, he might get away with patting your hair without you flinching away. He'd greet you, tell you he's expecting you to join him downstairs for breakfast. You simply turn your back to him, pulling the covers over your head, not bothering to reply to him, hoping to catch a break in this goddamn house.

You're only able to spare yourself for a few moments before the covers are yanked off you and you're greeted by the cheery voice of Dick. "Good morning, baby bird!" He'd yell before pulling you up and of the bed by your arms, and then to his chest, spinning you around as you try to escape his crushing grip. He's not fazed at all, mostly because he views you as a tiny little feral kitten who just needs a lot of love and snuggles. He drags you down for breakfast, everyone else already seated. You're seated between Dick and Bruce so that you can't run away, and also because Bruce makes it a habit of talking to you on various topics, usually about the book he'd leave on your bed. You would talk to him at first, but after a few weeks, you got bored with the silent treatment.

If its Dick's day with you, he spends most of the time trying to do anything and everything. No activity is off the table. Baking? Hell yes, but he's the only one who laughs after he intentionally throws flour at your face and fails at starting a food fight when you just leave. You wanna play board games? He's pulled out every board game in history and he very obviously let's you win. Movie night? He's build a fort (that he claims you two built together. You didn't, you just stood there while he built it.) And has all the classic films, pulls you close so that he can nuzzle his cheek with yours (again, not fazed by you trying to scratch his face off). Sometimes, he'd even bring you to the gymnasium (because Bruce can afford to build one in his house), where he lowkey forces you to learn about gymnastics, but at least he's a good spotter, cause you never get hurt.

If its Tim's day with you, he makes you spend the whole day just... with him. Look he's sleep deprived, he's lanky, he doesn't have a lot of energy like Dick or Damian, but what he does have is... perseverance. Tim will literally handcuff you to him if it means making sure you stay by his side. If he's getting coffee, youre getting coffee with him (he makes you a cup). If he's sleeping, you're right there, either get comfy and sleep next to him, or stay up and be bored because he's dead asleep. If he's in the batcave reviewing CCTV footage, you're there with him all day and even nights. He just wants to the remorse of dismissing you before to go, almost like he's trying to make up for all the time he wasn't there when you needed him, to now being in your business every second of the day.

If its Damian's turn with you, he's... weird. He doesn't actively make you do anything with him, it's more like having you observe him. He'd have you sit on the side and watch him train for hours on the end, rudely refusing to let you go do something else, or even train with him. He's playing with Titus? You're supposed to be watching him teach Titus tricks. He's going for a walk? No, you're the one who's walking while he's running laps past you. It's like he's trying to impress you to make up for his shitty words and behaviour.

As for Bruce, he likes to spend his time with you on a schedule. Have breakfast with him, then go on a jog around the estate, then accompany him to his home office where he works while you do college work (because obv, he shifted you to online education), and he definitely annoys you by standing over you while you study, not helping you until you ask for it but also not leaving so you feel intimidated under his stare and continue to make mistakes. Then have lunch at noon, followed by him giving you a puzzle or one of those fake crime files to solve, he likes to stimulate your brain and see how it works. This activity takes time so by the time you're done, Alfred has prepared supper. You both have dinner and then you both go to the library to read, because he wants to something less stimulating to the mind as your bedtime nears. Then he tucks you in bed, sits by your side and gives you a lot of positive affirmations (which he picked up from the parenting books in his library), before kissing the top of your head and leaving.

As for Jason, since he still insists on "saving" you, he's not allowed to see you. He can try breaking in all he want, he can't outsmart the Batman.

Or can he?

I had to type this on mobile with henna on my hands.

Yall better be grateful.

[misslavenderlady]

Shirts vs. Skins 🏐

David/Marko/Dwayne/Paul/Michael/TransMasc!Reader

Summary: You've been with your boys for a while now, yet you still haven't told them that you're trans. Perhaps the right opportunity to do so comes along when they suggest playing a little game of volleyball.

Thank you @legal-lost-boy for the writing request! This story is SFW fluff. Please enjoy!

WARNINGS: Body image issues, Insecurity, Top Surgery Scars, Poly Relationship

Looking in the mirror was something that brought you great joy every day. Once upon a time the image you saw before you wasn’t what matched on the inside. The name and identity you were assigned at birth wasn’t correct, and it would take a little while before you figured out who you truly were. It hadn’t been a perfect journey, but seeing the man reflected back at you was a reminder that it had been worth it. 

Your name was now clear to you. You knew what pronouns you preferred to go by. The fashion sense you acquired was exactly what you wanted it to be. And the best part of all? Your top surgery had gone perfectly. 

Lines on your chest that were as powerful as any battle scars. No more binders, no more self-image issues, and no more covering up during summer months. 

There was just one minuscule issue that you hadn’t yet addressed; the boys still didn’t know.

It had been several months since you first started dating the Lost Boys. Your life had completely flipped upside down when you made the move to Santa Carla and bumped into them on the boardwalk. They were four drop-dead gorgeous men, and they were all immediately smitten with you. 

They insisted you join them for carnival rides and dinners out on the town. You rode on their bikes and went dancing all night long with them. They each held you close and whispered things in your ear, both sweet and sultry. It was pure heaven, and before you knew it, you were madly in love.

Before you had even begun to think about telling them your secret, they had one of their own to share. It was quite a shock learning vampires were real, but with time and a lot of deep conversations, you accepted them for what they were. After all, how bad could they truly be if they all had such deep love in their hearts for you? 

Then Michael came along. When he moved to Santa Carla and met the five of you while out with his younger brother, you were the one to get him comfortable around the others. You were still human (for now, at least), so it made the news easier for him to accept as well. He became a Lost Boy too, and soon developed his own feelings for you. 

All of you were a pack, and nothing could break apart the bond you had with them. They were your boys, and you were theirs. 

However, there was still that lingering fear sitting in the back of your mind. The little voice in your head whispering thoughts of doubt that they wouldn’t love you any more if they knew the truth. Whenever any of them tried to get intimate, you insisted you weren’t quite ready yet. It killed you to say that because you longed for their touch. 

It was getting harder and harder to hide the truth, and one night in particular, you were put in a tough spot. 

“Let’s go to the beach, baby!” Paul chirped, pulling on your arm to get you to follow the boys. It was a pretty innocent request. When living in a place like Santa Carla, the beach was a go-to spot for hanging out. 

While the six of you walked across the sand, you felt nothing short of peaceful. The sounds of the waves crashing on the shore were music to your ears. Between that, the soft laughter from your boyfriends, and Paul stroking a finger along your knuckles, you were completely relaxed. 

“Hey! Check it out!” Michael exclaimed, breaking your attention from Paul. “Someone left this volleyball net and ball set up here”

Sure enough, a long net made of thick rope was strung out across the sand. A lone volleyball was sitting up against one of the poles. It was quite scuffed up, meaning someone must have had a game going during the daytime and didn’t think to put all the stuff away afterward. Considering how athletic Michael was, you weren’t surprised to see him interested in it.

“Good thinking, Michael,” David said. He began slipping off his jacket and the others followed his lead. As the outerwear was piled into the sand, you realized they wanted to play a game. You were up for a round or two…..until more clothes started coming off.

The boys were all stripping down to their underwear, as they didn’t bring along proper beach clothing. That itself wasn’t an issue, as you had seen the boys topless plenty of times already. Then again, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko didn’t hide much, to begin with. They just hadn’t seen you topless and for very good reason. The scars you had were quite easy to see, and even if you lied about the reason you had them, there were more intimate parts you also had.

“Shirts versus skins!” Marko smiled. “losers have to do whatever the winners want for a whole week” 

Marko took the shirts side with David and Paul. On the other side of the net Dwayne simply shrugged off his jacket while Michael peeled off his t-shirt. It was hard not to drool whenever they flaunted their stunning bodies. They really were perfect in your eyes.

And then you made a horrible realization. Three boys on the shirts side, two boys on the skins side. They needed one more person on the latter, and all that was left was you. Five sets of eyes looked your way, all equally excited to see you in a state of undress. Your palms felt clammy and your stomach was churning with fear.

"Over here, baby!” Dwayne crooned. “Join us! You’re our good luck charm~”

“Uh…actually…I’d rather play on the shirts side…” you muttered nervously. You looked to the three blonds, hoping one of them would offer to trade with you. Instead, you were met with disappointment and confusion.

“C’mon, sugar! Don’t be like that,” Paul cooed, jogging up to you from his side of the makeshift volleyball court. “You know we’ll love that hot bod. Lemme help ya out there~”

He reached out his hands, slender fingers making their way to the bottom hemline of your shirt. Your heart ramped up faster and faster, only making you feel worse. Without thinking you swatted his hands away, a little harder than you intended.

“NO! DON’T TOUCH ME THERE!” you shouted. 

The volume of your voice shocked both you and your boys. Their playful expressions fell when they realized how serious you were. Now it felt like the whole situation was ten times worse. You wrapped your arms over your chest, hugging yourself as tears began to prick the corners of your eyes. 

You hadn’t held your chest like that since your pre-surgery days. Remembering such a past finally pushed you over the edge and tears began to spill down your cheeks. If your boys weren’t concerned before, now they were terrified something was wrong. 

Paul, ever the sweetheart, helped you sit down in the sand, careful not to put his hands anywhere that made you uncomfortable. The others made their way over to your spot, all gathering around you to provide whatever comfort they could. Everything blended together for a while. All you remembered was them saying sweet things in soft voices to calm your nerves. Two of the boys each held one of your hands. 

It took a little while, but your tears finally stopped, and you felt like you could properly speak again. That was a good thing in David’s mind, as he wanted an answer for what had just happened.

“What’s the matter, love?” he asked, his fingers wrapped around your chin to coax you into meeting his gaze. You never really could hide your thoughts from him. He was the leader of the Lost Boys, and had quite a bit of power over you and the others. Even so, he did care about you. They all did.

It was time to tell them.

“I….I have a secret…” you started, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s a big one….and I haven’t told you all….because….I’m scared you won’t love me anymore…”

When more tears threatened to fall from your eyes, it was Michael who went searching for a handkerchief from his discarded jacket. You leaned into his touch as he used the fabric to wipe your eyes. 

“What could possibly be so big that you possibly think we wouldn’t love you?” Dwayne asked, his fingers stroking your back carefully. 

“We’re crazy about you, babe! We’d kill for you….literally,” Marko added, a flash of his fangs showing off in his smile. That was certainly something they’d keep their word on doing if it meant keeping their mate safe. 

Even with the promises of their love, it was all still so intimidating. You had to take a moment to settle your nerves and take a deep breath so you wouldn’t chicken out. 

“Okay…here it goes….” you said. With shaking hands, you tugged your shirt off, and let it fall to the ground beside you. You stuck out your chest some more so that they could all see the lines on your body and figure out what you were trying to tell them. 

To your surprise, they all did seem stunned by your appearance, but it wasn’t with any sense of disgust, anger, or heartbreak. They only stared at your body in wonder, finally being able to take you in for the first time. 

“I….um…I’m….”

“Trans?” David finished your sentence. “Is that why you’ve been hesitant on showing us your body, my love?”

There wasn’t any cruelty in his voice. It was a genuine question, and the other four boys genuinely wanted to know too. It was almost as if they wished you had told them sooner. Seeing their big, gorgeous eyes stare at you with such love tugged at your heartstrings like no one else ever could

“Yes,” you admitted. “I had no idea how you all would react. I was so terrified of losing you and being rejected. I just love you all so much and I couldn’t bring myself to tell the truth for so long”

Michael was sympathetic, bringing your hand up to his lips for a kiss. The other four looked at one another, bursting out in a fit of giggles that confused you quite a bit.

“We literally revealed to you that we’re bloodsucking monsters, and you thought we’d reject you? The best thing that ever happened in our undead lives??” Paul chuckled. 

“Baby, we have scary vampire faces. We hunt down humans. We were terrified that we were gonna lose you,” Dwayne admitted. He nuzzled you tenderly, helping ease your nerves some more. 

You couldn't believe how well they were reacting to all of this. It made your heart swell with the love you had for them all. 

"Besides…you're pretty hot without that top.." Michael admitted, his face going pink from how much he was blushing. It was positively adorable. 

"Coming from an Adonis like you, Michael, that's a big compliment," you told him. A smile found its way back to your face when the others started teasing him about being so bashful in front of you.

Everything felt much better. The scary part was over, and you had nothing to worry about in the first place. Your boys loved you, accepted all of you, and still saw you as their perfect boyfriend. They would never abandon you or treat you differently. It made you love them even more than you already did, and you didn’t even think that was possible. 

When all was said and done, the boys helped you back on your feet. They all pulled you in for a hug, and being able to do so without a shirt was such a blissful sensation. You felt closer than ever before to them. 

“Now I believe we were gonna kick some ass at a game of volleyball,” Marko said, giving you a soft nudge. With them all knowing the truth, you were far more comfortable being on the skins team for the match. 

“And perhaps we can sweeten the prize a bit more,” David added. His fingers ghosted over your cheek and down the front of your chest. “If your team wins, I’ll personally give you a pleasurable reward~”

Now your heart was pounding for a whole new reason. Finally, you could have the sensual embrace of your beloved boyfriends and let them become your lovers. The hunger in their eyes told you how badly they wanted it too. You were definitely going to win this game.

“Game on~”

[hyunjinspark]

I MISSED THE SPOILER NOOO CAN U PLS REPOST IT

here you go :) it’s still a work in progress, so i apologise if it’s not that great, but i wanted to share part of it with you, since im really excited for the next chapter.

teaser from star lost with you/ part 13/ his love account book

“I wish I had my camera”

The softness of his voice broke you out of your thoughts, and your gaze drifted to him. His eyes were on the Ferris wheel, which was lit up in purple - majestic against the night sky. 

The hint of a frown was upon his lips, but Hyunjin’s gaze was full of an unbridled awe, staring at the purple carriages that swung in the evening breeze.

“You do?”

His eyes flickered to yours at those words.

You know that he hadn’t been speaking to you, but you still responded. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything, he was just voicing his wishes out loud.

Some wishes were easier to say than others.

His gaze softened when it met you, “Yeah. The sky…it’s so beautiful. It would be nice to…remember it”

Carnival rides lined up against the horizon. Wisps of pink and orange clouds melting into the disappearing sun. It was gorgeous - the collision of colours, each fighting for its place in the sky, even though the sky was big enough to accommodate all, and perhaps everything could coexist.

Even though Hyunjin had his phone held up, trying to capture the sight, it wouldn’t do nearly a good enough job of catching the true beauty.

You could recognise his disappoint. 

You could understand the sentiment, because you suddenly craved for a camera too, so you could capture him instead.

The curls of his hair fought against the wind, to stay in place, and in the onset of darkness, you could read the embroidered heart, and the holographic word on his t-shirt even better.

Lover.

It sparkled every time the light reflected off it, and it was so transient. With every little movement that Hyunjin made, the word would disappear and appear again.

Lover was such a precious word, a concept eternal to you, but in moments like this, you realised how temporary it could be.

“It is gorgeous. I wish I had my canvas too” You swallowed, looking back at the sky, because that’s what you were talking about, and that’s the only thing you should be thinking about.

A low exhale escaped his mouth, and his hands then slipped into the pockets of his denims, “Maybe we can come back to this some day”

You could come back to it, but the sky would never, ever be exactly the same as it was right now.

“Maybe” You added, not failing to recognise the sudden calmness in the both of you, something that was so different from the urgency of minutes ago.

It was different from the secret kisses in the photobooth.

It was just a pretty sunset, but everything was slipping out of your hands, and the dread was settling in your stomach again.

It was like a resigned fate, and you couldn’t tell if it made you happy or if it made you sick.

“It won’t be the same, but...at least we’ll have something” He spoke, and the corners of his lips tugged up just slightly, in a smile that didn’t seem happy at all, and you knew that neither of you were talking about the pretty sunset anymore.

You wish you could paint the sky, and Hyunjin wished that he could photograph it.

Some desires were tangible.

You wish that Hyunjin could let himself love you.

But some wishes were impossible.

[obeythebutler]

Could I request headcanons of the brothers going on a cruise with MC please? 🤹

These headcannons were fun to write! I hope you like them, my favourites are Lucifer and Beelzebub here!!

BROTHERS ON A CRUISE WITH MC

Diavolo has organized a cruise in the human world with the brothers for a change of scenery.But with the chaos and the brother's competition for MC's attention, will the cruise be peaceful and relaxing or....something else?

LUCIFER

He was against the idea of a cruise at first, but since Diavolo had organized it and insisted heavily for him and his brothers to join, he couldn't say no, could he? Although he had a hard time leaving work behind....

Lucifer has at least two suitcases packed, despite knowing that everything and more they need would be on the ship. Who knows what he has in those? Perhaps, it would start making weird noises like Satan's suitcase, which... meowed?

He had a hard time convincing some of his brothers to come along, and during the cruise he was pretty tempted to throw them into the waters.... especially a special someone. He had smacked the second oldest into the wall when he felt him reach for his wallet when Mammon thought he was drunk...

During the cruise he was trying to keep track of his unruly brothers shenanigans or was with Diavolo and oh, his brothers shenanigans! That vulgar music at 3 am made him want to commit homicide, which is Satan's forte. Lucifer just wants some time alone with MC, was that too much to ask?

So when MC is back from star-gazing with Satan, he invites them to their room.MC steps inside to find a vinyl recording playing, and in a corner the suitcases he had brought along earlier are open, and they contain many more recordings.

This demon cannot part with his music.

He invites MC to dance with him in his spacious and luxurious suite. And who is MC to decline?

Lucifer could remain forever like this, the tranquility of the night, the vinyl playing, and MC in his arms.

MAMMON

Did Lucifer say cruise? He got his suitcase ready faster than Lucifer could shout his name.

Mammon is like an excited kid at a carnival, so many things to see and do! Is that...a casino?!

At the casino's, he likes to keep MC close to him, so they can see how skilled the Great Mammon is at gambling! N-not like he misses their presence or anything!....

After getting dragged away by the ear by Lucifer, he took to exploring the giant ship, who knows what kind of treasures and artifacts are there?....

Mammon has a high alcohol tolerance, and will support Asmodeus when he suggests a drinking contest, with everyone drunk, it's easier to swipe their card or steal their wallets....shhhh...don't tell Lucifer.

Mammon grabs MC's hand to explore the ship with him, apparently, a few rooms are off- limits, and Mammon wonders what kind of treasures are hidden there..

The pair had to hide in a closet when they heard footsteps outside the door, and while waiting for the danger..ahem...Lucifer, to pass, he couldn't help but feel every single thing.nMC's body pressed flushed against him, their heartbeat, every single movement...

They were so close huddled together that when MC turned their head around their lips met with Mammon's.

On one hand, they were caught. On the other, Mammon is blushing like a tomato...

LEVIATHAN

Leviathan was not excited. Going on a cruise meant interacting with people, and he was not ready for that. But when he found out that Mammon was devising a plan to share a room with MC, he never agreed to something so fast in his life...

Before leaving, he kissed all his figurines farewells, and you bet he had a suitcase full of his games and TSL series, complete with a Ruri-chan body pillow in one hand.

Once in his suite, he was ready to stay there until the cruise was over, and had to be forcibly dragged out. Although MC there made everything more bearable.

Did MC's hat fall into the waters due to a strong breeze? No worries, he'll call upon Lotan to fetch it! Okay...maybe not.. although he had dived straight into the water with the poise of a Olympic diver...

Leviathan is bad at handling his liquor, thank the anime gods that Lucifer made everyone throw in the towel or who knows what might have happened that night...

Leviathan couldn't sleep in a bed, force of habit. Sleeping in the bathtub was what he did, although he had to watch anime on his phone. The third night MC had summoned Leviathan to their room, which was puzzling in itself, but when he got there, he was pleasantly surprised!

MC had a TV set and desktop ready in front of a bathtub in the room, with TSL playing, and it was a heart-warming moment of the Lord of Shadows and Henry bonding over a spell book..Leviathan could have hugged MC there and then...

Perhaps nights were best spend with MC by his side as they both binged anime.

SATAN

Satan doesn't mind cruise trips. They are a nice change of scenery, and MC is going too,but with his brothers around ..

He packs a lot of books. A lot of books. He was struggling with the suitcases and does one of them...meow?

The ship doesn't hold anything interesting for him, apart from the library. He was ready to make the library his domain until he found out the suite next to MC's was vacant..

It was amusing to watch some of his brother's get shitfaced though, more videos and images for future blackmail! Although he had MC sticking to his side most of the time, and blamed the hand constantly on them as being drunk...

He and Belphegor together devised the most intricate ways to mess with Lucifer! All his hair products replaced with glue, his clothes hexed and a set of alarms that would ring at an interval of five minutes with WAP as their alarm, courtesy of Asmodeus!

The days are chaotic, and nightfall is the time Satan can unwind. He usually prefers to read in the library and devour endless stacks of books that had been placed there, from the Royal Library, of course.

But on a cruise he sets up a spot on the deck, a hidden spot where no one could disturb the pair of him and MC easily! He invites MC to gaze at the stars in the sky with him, as the view tonight is breathtaking.

Satan goes on tell MC about each of the constellations, their names, and about the pole star, the planets- it's so adorable to watch Satan rant excitedly, there's a glint in his eyes and the way he passionately speaks makes MC want to kiss him..

On the way of escorting MC back to their room, Lucifer comes along and takes them away with the pretext of helping him organize some documents-what cheek! Couldn't he have come up with a better excuse?!Lucifer didn't let him even present a speech on his behalf, and here he was-

Well, at least he got a kiss from MC.

ASMODEUS

Cruise, you say?! Hell yes, he is off to pack clothes to compliment his body and a load of skincare products, we don't want the Sun to ruin his beautiful skin!

Asmodeus cannot stop preparing for the cruise. He is that excited. He has got everything planned and packed- sunglasses, hat, sunscreen, video camera- to make memories for the future, not for blackmail in case of shenanigans, of course!

He will choose MC's outfits for the trip. From a hat to even underwear- okay, swimwear, he's their personal fashion advisor!

Asmodeus will be taking pictures every moment for his Devilgram, and hopefully catch his brother's shirtless, the likes he could get for them!

He had suggested a drinking contest, and it was going wonderfully well. Just a few more shots and with his brothers drunk, the secrets and the drama he could get them to spill! But Lucifer had to be a party-pooper and put a stop to the fun that was just getting started...

But the fun he had when WAP started blasting from Lucifer's room at 3 am, oh he had it all recorded!

He was annoyed when his brothers kept booking the spots next to MC,not fair, they get to spend all the time with them! So what Asmodeus do is take upon himself to pamper them with skincare routines, at least he gets some time with them this way...

MC in his lap as he applied a moisturizer on their face, oh what he would give for this moment to last forever..

They almost looked more beautiful than him then..

BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub was fine with anything, as long as Belphegor was there OR plenty of food.But, Belphegor, food and MC, with Barbatos as the cook?! Sign him up, he's ready.

He couldn't wait to board the ship and start feasting on the spread of food in front of him.Beelzebub may or may not have chewed on the ship's furniture in his impatience....

Beelzebub is a go-with-the-flow kind of person. So when Lucifer was chasing Belphegor after being the victim of his prank, he was the one to hoist Belphegor on his shoulders and run, as Belphegor wanted to sleep.

Beelzebub was cool with Asmodeus's drinking contest, as long as he got to eat and spend time with his family.

He was either found eating in the kitchen, or in the rare moments, stargazing with Belphegor and MC while munching away at snacks. If both Belphegor and MC fell asleep while on the deck, he would carry them both to bed, this sweet demon. He was happy if his family was happy.

The night he fondly remembers from the cruise is that time when MC was sitting on his lap as they both munched on delicious chocolate cupcakes prepared by Barbatos.

The night sky was even more inviting, and Beelzebub was gazing at the stars, remembering how Lilith used to talk about them. Her favourite was the pole star.

MC came shyly and offered him a batch of cupcakes. Beel swears he would have tackled them in a hug right there and then, if not for their frail human body....

Beelzebub invited MC to sit on their lap as it was cold and they might fall sick. Who was MC to decline? With them in his lap, food and the night sky, Beelzebub suddenly looked down and was met with MC's lips. They tasted like chocolate. MC had giggled and remarked that his lips were soft.

Beel dived in for another kiss.

BELPHEGOR

Belphegor is too lazy to go on a cruise. He was ready to flop onto Beel's shoulders and remain there for the duration of the trip. But when he found out it was hosted by Diavolo, oh boy...He had sneered and refused to come along. It took Beel's convincing and MC's puppy eyes for him to join....

The only items Belphegor had as luggage were some pairs of his clothes and cow pillow, and MC!

He had to stay awake in order to stop Beel from eating the furniture, and as soon as he got to his suite he plopped on the bed and was out in a flash. Nothing could wake him up for a few hours....

When Asmodeus had suggested a drinking contest, he was half-asleep on MC's shoulder. Half-asleep only.Belphegor was hoping that one of his shit-faced brothers would leak some secrets and he secretly enjoyed the drama, come on, who doesn't love some fresh gossip?

Although he admits the trip had not passed away sleeping because of two things.

One: he got to prank Lucifer along with Satan. He could hear WAP from his suite, and Lucifer's screaming. Belphegor had climbed onto Beel's shoulders as he was too sleepy to run....

Two: he got to kiss MC.

It was a beautiful night as Belphegor laid on the deck gazing at the sky. Just like how he used to in the Planetarium. MC had joined him as they couldn't sleep, and during this part of the night Belphegor remained awake. It was just the two of them, with MC lying close to him as he whispered about the stars and pointed out the constellations they formed.

MC shifted closer to him and kissed him. And recoiled immediately.

"Sorry." They muttered as they looked away.

" You looked too adorable, I'm sorry if I d-"

They're interrupted by Belphegor kissing them back.

[spkyscry-a]

@royalreef​ intruded: "I do hope that I do not intrude, starshine. I have already shuffled your schedule in accordance, so nothing should conflict, but I know how much this can be a surprise." 

That voice should not be here.

This was supposed to be a safe place. Someplace where things of this nature did not merely fall out of the sky— or, more aptly, walk out of the sea, without everyone knowing well and full what was coming. There were warnings for this type of thing. There were failsafes put in place so that something like this didn't just happen.

And yet there she sat.

To call Miranda minuscule in comparison would have been an understatement. But unlike the only merfolk most people had ever seen if they had ever spotted one — her sister was not. Could not be. Where her younger sister was a fragile little thing made of spun glass, for what little that counted in terms of merfolk, her elder stretched out like a dragon, perched over its hoard, looking Vera down as she waited for her to make a move. Her bones did not peek through what scaled skin could be seen. Her every movement seemed to direct gravity itself, as if she could bow it to her wishes with every exhale. If she had stood, she could have looked clear over Vera's head. And if she had laid down and let herself be measured as such, she could stretch from one end of the room to the other, and still have tail to spare.

The pair of guards accompanying her — dolphin lookalikes, wearing helmets and armor and practically armed to the teeth, similar in the broadest of gestures to Miranda's own guards and accompanying serfs — really just came as an afterthought. Cute, almost. Like she was trying to be polite, reassuring her company that, oh yes, she would be guarded too. She would use them in a pinch, because that was the polite thing to do, and it would be easier to make her relax if it wasn't just her alone. The familiarity of the situation made it worse. A curt reminder, in just how easily she inserted herself in, like they had mutually planned this. As if the implications alone weren't where the threat lay. As if she couldn't have done far, far worse, with the exact same ease that she came here, acted like everything was fine, like it was all where it should be. 

She wasn't looking at Vera, while at the same time, staring right through her. There was flowing fabric draped over her form, lighter in color, lined with gold and blue that spun into fantastic embroidered scenes that fell over her sides like illuminated manuscript. Golden bands that covered her arms and her neck, chains ringed around her tail. But most telling was the veil she wore over her eyes, obscuring them in emerald-hued fabric, matching with the lobster's shell mottling of her mossy scales, refusing to let Vera see anything beyond them, but undoubtedly piercing through her all the same.

The crown on top of her head was just confirmation. One last piece to the worst puzzle to ever exist, leaving nothing else in its wake, no further doubts to be pressed.

Really, the introduction was just another politeness, a reassurance that, oh yes, she was going to play this game at any moment, though they both knew she could drop it in an instant. That this was only permitted because she let it be so

"You are Vera Oberlin, yes? I am not sure if you have heard of me before — I am Amanda Vanderbilt, High Priestess of the Merkingdom. I take it you know my little sister already. I have come to ask you some questions."

This wasn’t just a safehouse. One could argue it was The Safehouse of Vera Oberlin. Not precisely a secret, but one that was not dared admitted to have knowledge of. The place where the most guards laid. The most security was watching. Ironically, it was also perhaps the easiest to get to. Most people can enter the business side of the establishment. A veritable carnival of activities, complete with games, bars, and entertainment. Stretching far around in any direction of the main building, which was shut to the public except on the rarest of events.

The Gorgon’s Den. 

Vera was Monstropolis’s Crime Lord Supreme, of course, but she was still a businesswoman as well. However, once one got past the stages. The near city block of establishment, one would get to where business was truly dealt. Living quarters, gyms, showers— a fortress of a place, meant to be a home base. She never bothered pretending it was anything but what it was, with its towers of sniper nests, locked door that had to be opened from within. Somewhere she would never, ever fear of having someone get the jump on her. Too many eyes. Too many people. Surely, one would get the word out.

Yet here she was, entering the grand room nearly 200 feet wide, meant to double as a ballroom should they get guests, ceiling several stories to ensure their flighted fellows could frolic as well. It was truly opulent, for what it was. The most expensive and comfortable of furnishing, decoration, and splendor. Yet, all Vera could notice was how small it still felt now. How constrictive those brilliant walls felt when there was such a beast awaiting her. A dragon that had casually claimed Vera’s hoard while she had been away. There’s those few moments, that movement to sudden stillness that comes when any prey realizes they’ve been seen. 

How she only just noted how quiet the usually hustling place was until she’d turned the corner and down the hall to this room. How she’d let herself in, instead of ensuring guards were still at their post. The sloppiness that led up to this inevitable moment of rapidly processing too much information all at once. The wide-eyed, frozen stillness of trying to gauge how big a threat is only to realize it only got worse the more one considered.

Like one that had walked on stage, forgetting all their lines and role as soon as the spotlights were illuminating them. How they hurried to regain composure. Build up their character. The mask being adjusted, smile devoid of meaning besides pleasantries and failing to reach the eyes. The surface level composure that hid the roiling pit of fear that was at her center. How she tried her best to slip back into the character of an untouchable deific figure when something truly closer to the role had upstaged her just by their mere presence. 

“What an honor to have you grace our halls.” A practiced bow, not quite as low as one would expect when speaking to their better, but she still had to keep appearances. That this was her domain, after all. Anything more could be seen as an act of submission, which Vera was not quite willing to lower herself to even in the other’s presence. 

“I’m indeed Vera Oberlin, yes. I am deeply sorry we were not ready to accommodate you more. Perhaps next time.” Next time there may be forewarning, she hoped. But the sentence is not completed in full. No, that would be far too slighting of a statement. 

“Please, ask away. I hope I can answer them to your liking. Is there anything I can get you? I can have one of mine fetch it for you.” 

Of course, she was more worried where they had run off to. It wouldn’t have been hard to spot this merfolk coming, so why had none warned her? That was the most troubling aspect, she thought, as she built up stony composure anew. This was not the first time someone greater than her had come to her abode. It would not be the last. There was no reason to fret as much as she had. 

Yeah, right...

The gorgon was well aware that the guards alone could be a potential match for her, let alone the thing whose claws alone could snap her in two before she so much as realized it was closing in. 

Not to mention how Amanda was apparently aware of her schedule enough to know when to optimally enter, only requiring a potential dip into later hours if this soiree lasted too long. A vexing thought, how she was so effortlessly cornered on all fronts, without a single means of excusing herself politely. Just left to rebuild defenses hurriedly for her own benefit.

[mrsgiovanna]

Bucci Gang first date headcanons

Just imagining how great dates with gang-stars would be 🥺💭❤️

Bruno Bucciarati

He’s confident when he asks you out, he’s someone who knows what he wants, and isn’t afraid to go after it.

He’s definitely the most elegant and suave member of the group. He’d plan to wine and dine you at a fancy restaurant, in a secluded corner reserved just for you both.

Would send you your favorite flowers on the morning of the date with a note saying that he can’t wait to see you.

Greets you with a kiss to your hand.

Bruno let’s you lead the conversation, he finds it adorable to watch you animatedly speaking about your passions.

He’s naturally protective and has a mature air about him, so expect that to show when you’re out. He wouldn’t be averse to chaste displays of affection if you attract the wrong kind of attention.

Walks you to your door hand in hand, makes sure you’re safe before going home himself.

He would call you the next day to make sure you’re okay and keep the momentum going, by this time, you can’t wait to see him again.

Giorno Giovanna

He will be slightly nervous when he approaches you because these things are new for him, but will put on his bravest face. The only indications that he’s nervous would be him smoothing out his clothes, and fixing his hair slightly more than usual.

Quiet and observant, Giorno would have everything planned to a T. He would spare no expenses for you, and would either take you a private performance of your favorite production and then dinner there after at an exclusive restaurant, booked out entirely for you, or a botanical garden picnic under the stars.

He would arrive at your place to pick you up slightly earlier, which would give him a chance to observe you in your natural surroundings.

Is more likely to gift you single flowers which he crafted with GE rather than a huge bouquet.

He would definitely make you a flower crown, and comment on how lovely you look while wearing it.

Conversation flows easily once he’s relaxed, appreciates you wanting to hear about his aspirations and revels in how your eyes light up when you talk about your dreams.

He is just as chivalrous as Bruno is and will also offer you his arm to hold on to, albeit slightly awkwardly. Please be patient with him.

Will also walk you to your door and make sure you’re safe before going home. Will have a guard linger around for a few moments after he leaves to make sure there isn’t anyone timing your movements.

He would send you a short, sweet goodnight message, thanking you for your lovely company.

Leone Abbacchio

Despite his aloof exterior, he’s quite caring towards the people he likes. Abbacchio would most likely deny his feelings for you in the beginning not wanting involve you in his life. When he does eventually ask you out, it’s so awkward it’s cute.

He’s a man that appreciates culture so he would take you out to places steeped in culture, perhaps even go winetasting.

Would also be the type to gift you a single flower and would awkwardly compliment you when he comes to pick you up.

He is observant of you and cares about whether you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself.

He would be more on the quiet side but would get more comfortable as the date went on.

He is quite cautious when you both are out, he knows about the lurking dangers and has been dealt a difficult hand in life, so please bare with his protectiveness.

He will call you the next day, it would give him a chance to figure out what to say to you and wouldn’t put any pressure on you.

Guido Mista

He’s confident, carefree and outspoken, would try his luck asking you out on more than one occasion. Mista’s Outlook on life is simple, and he aims to do things that are fun.

He would want to show you a good time, so he would probably take you to one of the trendiest night spots in Naples.

He’d want to show you off so dress to kill, he would be mesmerized by how stunning you look and would constantly tell you so.

He’s definitely a conversation starter and you would not get bored of all the outlandish scenarios he thinks up to ask you about.

Will shamelessly flirt with you to see you blush.

He is overall a fun, flirty date that would have you laughing all night.

He would text you the next day, giving you some time to miss his antics for a bit.

Narancia Ghirga

The live wire of the group, he’d be slightly nervous but would ultimately bite the bullet and just ask you out.

He would want to go somewhere fun, where he can show off a bit so expect carnival, or game dates.

He would compliment you on how pretty you look, and how soft your hands are.

Would buy you all the tasty junk food and candy floss to share with you as you walk around hand in hand.

He would want to play all the games and win you all the huge stuffed animals, and will resort to cheating with Aerosmith to win you the biggest prize.

Will have Aerosmith out when taking you home just to make sure you’re both safe.

Will have a text conversation with you as soon as he gets home, as he’s still on a high from both the sugar and how much of fun you both had.

Pannacotta Fugo

He would be anxious before approaching you, but his friendly nature would make it a bit easier for him.

He would like to take you to an art gallery or museum in order to show off his knowledge a bit, and then go to dinner there after.

He’d bring you flowers or candy or both when he comes to fetch you.

He’s fiercely intelligent and very well read so conversation would flow effortlessly.

He’s naturally caring and would always make sure that you are doing okay and are having a good time.

He can be quick to anger, but he wouldn’t direct that towards you. He just wouldn’t want any odd looks to come your way for any reason whatsoever.

He would protectively hold your hand, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin in his hand.

He’s the type to send you a quick goodnight message, wishing you sweet dreams and thanking you for the wonderful night.

Bonus: Trish Una

Beautiful, quietly confident, Trish doesn’t have any problems with approaching you.

She loves the finer things in life, beautiful things, so she would like to go to a trendy place that usually has a waiting list to get into.

Would like to match outfits with you, but compliments your style regardless, she can appreciate beauty in all its forms.

She wouldn’t be clingy, but would hold your hand if you’re comfortable, she’s attentive so she wouldn’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.

Conversations flow freely with her, which is something that you will enjoy.

She would wait until the next day to text you, giving you your space.

[wienerbarnes]

Are You Growing?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Cheek to Cheek) Word Count: 1,886 Warnings: mentions to alzheimers A/N: idk about yall but im loving posting about the earlier times w bucky n reader

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

You sit on Bucky’s couch, Alpine curled up in your lap, purring softly with closed eyes as you lightly scratch behind her ears.

Bucky’s sitting on the floor in front of you, in the place of where his coffee table used to be, which is now pushed into the corner for the time being. He rereads the instructions to put together his new bookshelf for the eleventh time now, still not understanding where exactly to put each screw.

You were no help to him, your first suggestion was to toss out the instructions and build to his heart’s desires; whatever felt right.

The last thing he needs, though, is for his bookshelf to collapse in the middle night and scare the shit out of him, so he tries his luck with the instructions.

He’s grateful for the ring of his cellphone, perhaps a break for a phone call will somehow make the instructions easier to read.

His stomach drops when he sees the caller ID as Rebecca’s retirement place. He pushes down his nausea and answers the phone.

“Hello? Is Rebecca okay?” He answers, quickly standing and moving to another room, not missing when your eyes look up at the sound of his sister’s name.

Is Rebecca okay? Did she hurt herself? Did she hurt one of the nurses? Is she dead?

“Hi, Bucky. Yes, Rebecca’s okay,” The receptionist Bucky’s gotten to know well responds, causing him to let out a sigh of relief, “She’s asking for you, is all. She’s… not eating. She didn’t touch her breakfast or lunch, she just keeps asking when you’re coming. I know you don’t normally come until tomorrow, but I promised her I’d call you.” She finishes explaining.

“Uhm… okay, okay. Tell her I got hung up at work and that I’ll be over as soon as I can.” He tells her, sparing a glance into the other room to see you peeking at the instructions on the ground.

“You’re amazing Bucky, thank you.” She responds, and all he does is hum through his anxiety before hanging up, returning to the living room where you sit.

You look up at him as if to ask if he is okay and he only stares back for a few seconds, thinking, before deciding, “Put your shoes on, we gotta go somewhere.” He tells you, voice still a little shaky from the scare of that phone call.

You don’t question it, recognizing that it’s probably not the time, and move to go grab your shoes by the door. Bucky silently pushes out air through his mouth, an attempt to calm himself down and get the nausea to go away. Rebecca’s okay, he reminds himself, she’s having a bad day, but she’s okay.

You’re worried at how quiet Bucky is and with how fast he speeds on his bike down a route you don’t really recognize. Finally, though, you see the sign in the distance, St. Francis Alzheimer’s Hospital, and you understand.

He parks the bike out front and turns it off, not yet moving, and you take off his helmet you’re wearing to get a better look at him. You say his name when you notice tears have gathered in his eyes; you’ve never seen him cry before.

“Sorry,” He wipes his eyes, “This shit is just so… exhausting. Everytime the phone rings, everytime I come here, I don’t know what I’m going to get, if she is okay.” He vents before letting out a long sigh.

You don’t know how to respond, choosing to rub his back as he composes himself. Bucky’s always been a tough rock; always knowing what to say, what to do, always knowing how to take care of everyone and how to solve everyone’s problems. You’ve never seen him so tired, so nervous before, and you see the toll doing this has taken on him.

Before you can say anything, he stands, “Let’s go.” He holds out a hand to help you off the bike and rests the helmet on the seat, knowing no one’s going to take it.

You follow quietly behind him as he enters and greets the receptionist, walking past the desk and down the hall. You feel out of place, not only here, in the retirement place Bucky’s sister lives at, but in public. You’ve barely left the apartment while you’ve been in hiding; you think this is the most amount of people you’ve been around in months.

Bucky approaches a door and knocks quietly before entering, “Hey, troublemaker,” He calls out, voice no longer strained or shaky as it’s been for the half hour, as though he flipped a switch to make himself normal again.

“Bucky!” You hear an excitement-filled elderly voice call out.

You enter to see her sitting on the bed, arms reaching out for Bucky to embrace him in a hug.

“Sorry, I’m late, I got caught up at the gym.” He tells her, hugging her back.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were at work, I just wanted to talk to you about the carnival, it’s coming this weekend.” You notice Bucky’s jaw clench for a second before loosening.

“It is, isn’t it. I’ll get Steve and we’ll all go together, I know how much you love the rides there.”

You linger by the door still, observing the interaction. How Bucky plays along so perfectly and so composed. You tense when you notice that Rebecca’s eyes have found you.

Bucky follows her gaze and snaps his head to you, “Becca, this is a friend of mine.”

You walk over and hold your hand out, giving your name, and she reaches out and accepts it, giving you a gentle smile, “A friend, huh?”

“Bec -”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s really great to finally meet you.” You tell her.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, too, I haven’t met one of Bucky’s friends in a while,”

“Rebecca -”

“Who was that floozy you brought home once, the one that Mama hated?” She teases Bucky, who now stands with arms crossed looking at you take a seat in the chair next to Rebecca’s bed.

“That was Madeline.”

“Madeline! My goodness, she didn’t last very long at all -”

“How about we talk about something other than my love life? Are you hungry, Bec?”

“A little bit.” She responds, and Bucky feels relief flood through his body. He nods and leaves the room to go fetch her lunch from one of the nurses.

“I love these flowers on your shirt.” Rebecca compliments, snapping your eyes away from the door Bucky exited out of and back to hers. They’re the same blue as Bucky’s.

You glance down at your shirt, one you thrifted with lilac’s all over them.

“Thank you, they’re, uh, lilacs. They symbolize growth. Like, change from ignorance to knowledge, innocence to wisdom, and all that.” You tell her.

She hums, “And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Growing?”

You pause to think about it. Have you grown? Changed?

“Yes. I think so.” You respond.

“Well, then I’m happy for you.” She says sincerely.

You feel a knot swell in your throat at the validation, being greatly reminded of Bucky in that moment, and it’s then that he returns with a tray of food, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of juice.

Bucky places the tray on the small table that can swing over her bed, cutting the food on the plate for her small pieces, before moving to the fruit and juice, taking both lids off for her.

You watch as he takes gentle care in moving the tray closer to her, piling small pieces of food onto a spoon before feeding it to her.

She clears about half the plate before saying she’s full, which is more than enough for Bucky to be satisfied; it’s better than this morning.

Whatever problem there seemed to be this morning that caused Bucky to come over here in a rush is gone. To you, it was like his presence was the only thing she needed to feel better; it’s like there wasn’t anything wrong in the first place.

Soon enough, the two of you leave, with a promise from Bucky that he’ll see her tomorrow on Thursday and they’ll go to the carnival this weekend.

You don’t mention anything else about the visit to Bucky the entire way home, and choose to help him on the floor of his living room for the rest of the evening instead.

Thursday and Friday pass, and Bucky goes to Steve’s on Saturday.

“Remember that girl I told you about? The one I’ve sort of become friends with? That I’ve been looking out for?” Bucky stirs sugar into his coffee, his sweet tooth showing up more frequently since he’s been hanging out with you.

“I remember.” Steve says, sitting down next to him at his table with his own cup of coffee. Steve’s is decaf, though.

“I, uh… I took her to meet Rebecca.” Bucky doesn’t meet his eyes, waiting to see what his reaction will be.

“Oh?” Steve responds, setting his mug down and resting his aged hands on the table, paying all attention to Bucky now.

“There was a situation on Wednesday, Becca wasn’t eating and she was at my apartment -”

“At your apartment?”

“So, I just took her with me -”

“You haven’t even taken Sam to meet Rebecca.” Steve tells him, making Bucky stop.

He pauses for a moment before continuing, “When I saw Bec on Thursday, she remembered her.”

Steve’s head tilts, processing his words.

Bucky continues, “I went to go see Bec on Thursday, and she asked me about her, apparently they talked about some flowers and she wanted me to bring her some so she can see them in person. Asked when I was going to bring her to see her again.” He finishes explaining.

“Wow.” Is all Steve says.

“Rebecca… doesn’t remember anything. I mean she remembers me and you, but she barely remembers anything she and I talk about when I visit, barely remembers her kids. But she remembered talking about lilacs with this girl she’d never met before!” Bucky says, still in disbelief.

“...Must be something special about her.”

“Oh, don’t you start now, too.”

“Just saying. Maybe you should bring her here sometime.”

“Nah, I didn’t even plan to take her to see Becca. That was a risk all by itself, taking her out in public like that.” Bucky glances up to see Steve smirking at him with that stupid wrinkled mouth of his.

“Stop looking at me like that, would you, punk?!”

Steve chuckles, “She sounds like a sweet girl.”

“She’s my friend, Steve.”

“I didn’t say she wasn’t.”

“But you’re implying -”

“Implying what? What are you thinking?”

Bucky huffs and rolls his eyes, Steve twisting his words around, and he realizes he won’t escape this conversation without teasing.

“Whatever. She’s just a friend. If that. We just hang out sometimes, I help her do things that I had trouble with when I got out of HYDRA. I’m just around to help her.”

“Sure, pal. That’s nice of you.”

Bucky sighs, standing to go refill his coffee, and Steve smiles to himself, glad that Bucky’s met someone like you, and glad to see where it’ll inevitably lead, even if the two of you don’t see it yet.

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What are your favorite voice lines for each survivor and why? (for example, I die when Nick says "you are the first three people in the world I have ever trusted")

I think I have one for everyone (or at least, one picked outta a few favourites) but I really struggled for a coupla them lol

I know and love a lot of these lines because I play on a lovely modded server where a lot of people use voice mods, and I've heard a lot of these lines from the players there, so if they seem random or you've never heard them before that's why! a lot of em are one-off saferoom lines, or dialogue dependent on doing something specific with a certain character. that's also why I seem to gravitate towards the funny one-liners, but there's some more serious/story-related ones here too

also this post ended up being so fucking long! sorry about that! I put a cut in the middle so it's easier to scroll past

Louis:

Louis: "But you know, as long as I have a Molotov I can make a firewall! Get it Francis? A firewall?"

Louis is my favourite and he's got so many banging lines so you'd think this one would be hard for me to choose, but I had to go with this one! the line's originally from The Sacrifice but it's a favourite for Louis players with voice mods. thanks to that, I've got a lotta good memories associated with it from that modded server I talked about. first time I heard it I genuinely laughed because the punchline being that funny caught me off guard. the joke is adorable, very fitting for his character, and the reactions are priceless:

Zoey: "Oh, boooo." Francis: "You're such a nerd."

honourable mention to any conversation about Bill being old because that shit's funny every time

Francis:

Francis: "Groovy." Louis/Zoey: [Short laugh] Francis: "What's so funny? It is groovy."

alternatively:

Francis: "Groovy." Zoey: "[Imitating] Groovy." Francis: "A-FRICKIN'-men."

honestly could have picked any line for Francis because he's so funny but this one is the one that makes me laugh most consistently. that's. that's it really. I just think it's funny. he says this when he picks up an auto shotgun

honourable mention to when he thinks Riverside is in Canada, and any line where he calls Louis 'Louie' because I'm a Frouis shipper and I read into that as a cute endearing nickname :)

Zoey:

Zoey: "Sorry. I can't lower the bridge." Nick: "That's terrific, cupcake. Look, is there a man up there we can talk to?" Zoey: "Oh, boo-hoo, I don't know what to do. Go to hell, Colonel Sanders!"

most of Zoey's funny lines are parts of other running jokes, references that I don't get or very tied to the context of the campaign, so it was actually kinda hard to pick one. I love all of her lines as well which didn't make it easier. but this one has stuck out to me since I first played The Passing because it's brilliant. Nick deserves every scathing insult he gets in that campaign <3

honourable mention to basically all her other lines. especially the ones in The Sacrifice because they cut DEEP her voice actress really went for it christ it hurts

DIShonourable mention to her death scream it's so goddamn LONG and the many hours I've sunk into Tank Challenge have left me hating it with a passion, stop screaming at me I'm doing my best

Bill:

Zoey: "You think one day it's all just gonna go back to normal?" Bill: "I'll see peace back on earth if I gotta murder every one of these bastards with my bare goddamn hands."

I think this line is just a great example of Bill's character really, and actually prompts an interesting train of thought as to how his hopes for the future shifted from No Mercy to The Sacrifice; originally, they seemed much more aligned with Zoey's, possibly part of the reason she felt so betrayed later. also it just sounds cool. it's from the hospital elevator in No Mercy.

honourable mention to this cut line of Bill pickin up an incapped survivor because I think it's really sweet:

Bill: "Bein' brave doesn't mean you're not scared. It means you're scared as hell, and then you pick up the shotgun anyway."

Left 4 Dead 2 survivors under the cut:

Ellis:

Ellis: "If the laws of nature would allow it, I would bear that man's children."

it really couldn't be anything else. I mean, it could, because everything that comes outta this guy's mouth is funny, but I cannot believe this line is real. I love it. as y'all probably know this one's from Dead Center.

honourable mention to every Keith story, and all of his 'Taunt' and 'Argh' lines from the voicewheel. seriously my favourite part of this character is his lines we could be here all day.

Nick:

Nick: "I am breathing shit air into my lungs. It is being absorbed into my bloodstream. I am literally full of shit."

does this make me immature? perhaps. again, I really struggled to pick for Nick, but like many others on the list my reasoning is just that I find this one funny. he sounds so disgusted.

honourable mention to all of his whining about his suit, mostly because the others' responses are golden. and obviously his swearing. because again, I'm immature.

Rochelle:

Rochelle: "Axe me a question, I dare you."

I have such a weakness for bad jokes. first Louis's firewall joke, now this. it's just the way she says it I think. wow my sense of humour is fucked. this one's a possible voice line for when Rochelle picks up a fire axe

honourable mention to all of the funny things she says when she's on low HP, and "Dibbs on Gibbs!" when she sees an infected Jimmy Gibbs Jr.

Coach:

Coach: "I find a Burger Tank in this place? I'm-a be a one-man cheeseburger apocalypse." Ellis: "Well, Coach? I aim to let you."

I hear this line every time I play Dark Carnival - which, considering how much the playerbase loves Dark Carnival, is a lot - and it just makes me smile, especially since they re-added the previously cut line from Ellis in The Last Stand update. also, it reminds me of my first introduction to the L4D2 characters, "Steamed Hams but it's Coach and Nick", which is a masterpiece of video.

honourable mention to his opening line from the trailer, which sets the tone and introduces the character brilliantly, and would have been a great first introduction if my real first introduction hadn't been a Steamed Hams meme.

this post took a surprising amount of time and effort. holy shit. you're welcome ig lmao

[heyheyloki]

Better Than Him

Bakugo Katsuki x M!Reader

Requested? Yes.

Word Count: 2914

When you first started UA, you didn’t have many friends. None of your friends from middle school had gotten accepted into the school, and none of them stuck around either. You didn’t have much of an need to go out of your way to make them, but you didn’t made making some if people approached you. That’s how this all began, because Mina Ashido decided that the handsome pretty boy of the class should be her friend. 

Mina was always took her time to go out of her way with you. Partnering up for classwork? She went with you. Needed a partner for hero work? Right by your side. 

She was a great friend, and she grew on you. It was just the two of you for a bit in the beginning of the year, that was until the Sports Festival happened. Both of you ended up bonding with Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, and the infamous Bakugo Katsuki. 

Unlike your classmates, you didn’t have a problem with Bakugo’s constant rage and raised voice. You knew he wasn’t a bad guy, just someone who needed to prove himself. You didn’t believe it clicked within your classmates, but you didn’t feel like defending someone who didn’t need it. Besides, if you did, you thought you’d only offend him in the end. 

Overtime, you all became close friends. Your relationship with Mina grew and stabilized into best friends while your relationships with the others continues to grow.

“Yo, [Name].” You heard Kirishima call out, his desk behind yours. Still, he felt the need to stand next to your deck.

“Yeah?” You questioned.

“You got plans for the weekend? All of us are gonna go hang at Bakugo’s place.” Kirishima explained. For the first time in a while, you were surprised. It wasn’t like Bakugo to let people into his house, especially not his friends that he tries to deny he has.

“Really? And Bakugo is all cool with it?” You questioned, leaning your head forward to get a look at the blond at his desk.

“Don’t look at me! All these idiots invited themselves!” Bakugo yelled, his eyes locked onto yours.

For some reason, you believed him.

“C’mon!” You heard Mina’s voice. When you turned your head to the other side of your desk, she was there. Her palms planted on your desktop. “It’s not like you got anything better to do, right?”

“Woah, you think highly of yourself that you think you’re my only friend.” You teased, watching as she began to pout like a child.

“C’mon, man! Don’t be scared of Bakugo, it won’t be the same without you!” Kaminari suddenly butted in, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

“What the hell makes you think I’m scared of him?” You growled. Seriously, out of all of them, you were the least scared of the guy.

“Cause you don’t come! Unless, you got something else to do?” Kaminari questioned, a coy grin coming to his features. “Maybe, a date?”

“Oh, my god! Really? Since when?” Mina shouted, her excitement growing.

You sighed, seriously, sometimes you think these guys have nothing else to do but bother you. You weren’t complaining necessarily, but you know that for some reason beyond you, that you complete their group. Maybe it was cause you could run your mouth to Bakugo without flinching, or perhaps you were just you and they loved that about you.

“It’s not a date.” You hummed out. Your hand coming up to remove Kaminari’s arm from your body. “I just already made plans with Midoriya. Sorry.”

You didn’t think they’d make a big deal out of it, especially since most were on good terms with the green haired fool that always seems to break his bones any chance he gets. Then again, you forgot that one person isn’t his biggest fan.

“Uh? Deku? Why the hell are you wasting your time with that nerd?” Bakugo suddenly called out, all eyes now on the group. Especially Bakugo and you.

When you looked at him, it was like a war was on the brink of starting. It wand uncommon for the both of you to argue here and there, so no one was worried necessarily, but something in your gaze made his blood run cold. He really didn’t take a liking to the way you looked at him, but instead of taking into account why, he just blamed it on your quirk.

The quirk you had was tricky in more ways than one. It distorted your personality at times, and the abilities that came along with one single quirk had some people jealous, envious of you. Maybe that’s what Bakugo liked about you, he knew that people were jealous of his stupidly-awesome quirk just like they were of yours. You had a commonality, and that made him see you as an equal. Though, as he got to know you, that quickly turned into respect.

“What? Jealous I’m hanging with him instead of you?” You asked in a snarky tone that made Bakugo almost pop a vein.

“Why the hell would I be jealous of that loser?” He yelled, his hand slamming down hard on his desk. Some of his classmates flinched at the noise, but you remained perfectly still. Continuing to give him that annoying look that he wanted to just wipe off your face.

“Don’t know,” you hummed. Your eyes still not removing themselves from Bakugo’s orbs. It was odd to you how this guy chooses to act this way in school but when he’s just hanging out with you, he’s the chillest guy you’d ever met. Though, that was only if it was just you and him. “But, I’ll be free another day. So don’t go missing me too much.”

“Like I’d ever miss you, idiot!” He screamed out once more in retaliation.

You just smiled to yourself before class shortly after started. You wish you could go, but you’re a man of your word and promised Midoriya you’d help him out. Besides, if you weren’t loyal, what else did you have left? Your quirk made it quite difficult to be anything else.

When that weekend passed, Bakugo tried to ask you to hang out with him. There was a carnival in town and he didn’t want to go with the others unless you were there. Sadly, you had to decline again.

“Sorry, Bakugo, I already made plans with Midoriya.” You told him with an apologetic smile. “Maybe next week.”

He did try again next week. It wasn’t like he wanted to, in fact, he felt pathetic doing this for weeks on end and you always rejecting him. It was just easier to deal with the chaotic antics of the others with you around. It wasn’t like he enjoyed you being around, no, not at all.

It didn’t help when everyone else started to talk about you while they all hanged out.

“Man!” Kaminari whined. “When is [Name] gonna come back and hang with us?”

“Not sure, but he’s been hanging around Midoriya a lot more lately.” Mina expressed, her eyes wondering up at the clear sky as they all walked around the park.

“Yeah, now that you mention it, those two have been getting really close, right?” Kirishima questioned. “I mean, he never really talked to him until recently. Makes ya wonder what they’re doing.”

It would be a lie to say that didn’t irk Bakugo. Did you think Deke was better than him? That couldn’t possibly be it, right? After all, he was better. He was your friend first before Deku, so why did you prefer that guy over him?

“I don’t know about [Name] but did you hear about Midoriya?” Sero suddenly asked.

Bakugo made up this mask that he wasn’t interested in this conversation whatever, but when he heard that, his ears perked up. He was never one for gossip, hell, he hated it. But for some reason when it came to you, it felt like he needed to know. Especially if Deku had a part in it.

“No, what happened?” Kaminari questioned, the others on edge.

“I overheard Uraraka talk with Iida about how Midoriya was suddenly acting weird whenever [Name] was around.” Sero started out saying. All of them at the edge of their seats, begging him to just spit it out already. “When Uraraka confronted him, Midoriya said that he was starting to like him! Can you believe that?”

“Seriously?” Mina suddenly shouted with a wide smile and somewhat flushed cheeks.

While everyone stood with shocked expressions across their features, they all asked the same questions. Did you like him as well? Is that why you wouldn’t hang with them?

Though, for Bakugo, it was a little difficult. Unlike everyone else he felt something he hasn’t in a while. He knew he had a short fuse and could be angered easily, but when he heard that it was like something twisted in his chest. It was painful, and made questions run about his mind.

The thing was, Bakugo wasn’t dumb. He cursed himself out in his mind. It wasn’t ‘hero’ behavior, he felt like a loser. He hated that. It was such a petty emotion that ran through his veins. Pure, petty jealousy.

It wasn’t until a few days later that Bakugo saw you. It was in the morning, just before class started up. Everyone was chatting with friends before they had to deal with a grumpy Aizawa in the morning.

When Bakugo walked in, his sight immediately locked onto you. You were in his seat, your body turned to face Midoriya who sat behind the spiky haired blond. You had your elbow on Midoriya’s desk, your head rested in the palm of your hand with a bright smile on your features. It was like when you smiled, in Bakugo’s eyes, you glowed. It was odd to him the first couple of times, but he started to enjoy it. It was like his own secret that no one had the privilege of seeing besides him.

“So, [Name], um,” Midoriya started to mumbled, his fingers now fidging each other. His gaze towards his desk, dancing around as he spoke but not meeting yours for a second.

“What’s up?” You questioned, wondering what he was so worried for.

“I was, uh, wonder if maybe I could draw you?” He asked in a shy tone. Though, once his eyes met yours he immediately shot his hands up and shook them before blurting out, “I mean, only if you want to!”

You stared at him for a moment. It was odd to you how this was the most difficult thing for him to ask when he’s asked you so much things over the past couple of weeks. “Sure, I don’t mind. But, make sure you get my good side.”

Midoriya chuckled. “I’ll try.”

You nodded with a smile, trying out some poses before your eyes got drawn towards the window. Rain was falling and it never ceased to capture your attention in an instant. Though, today your little show would be interrupted.

As you watched some teachers and students scramble into the school from below, your attention was quickly drawn to whoever nudged you in the back of the head. You knew there wasn’t any malice behind it, but instead just to grab your attention.

When you turned your head your eyes went up to Bakugo’s face. It was calm, and something about it was peaceful to you. His red hues were shining with something you didn’t recognize, but, for some reason, you were just happy to have it directed onto you.

“Good morning, Bakugo.” You said with a soft smile. “How was your weekend?”

“It was whatever.” Bakugo hummed. His eyes never moving anywhere else besides you. “Spiky thought it would be a fun idea to do a picnic.”

“Oh, that sounds fun. Wish I could’ve been there,” you hummed in a sweet tone. Although, before Bakugo had time to respond to your words, you let an soft hum leave your throat before saying, “By the way, I’ll be free today if you wanna hang out and catch up.”

For the first time, Bakugo’s gaze shifted to Midoriya. His calm eyes grew irritated, narrowing on the green haired teen.

You heard Midoriya yelp suddenly, but you didn’t find that any different from any other day before. When Bakugo turned back to you though he said, “Whatever, idiot. Just don’t make a mess while you’re over my house.”

You smiled, your legs bending straight as you stood from his desk. You were a few inches from him when you did, neither of you looking to back up. It was then that your innocent smile turned into a sly grin before brushing your shoulder with Bakugo as you moved back to your seat, completely missing the soft red that popped up on the tips of his ears.

After school Bakugo and you headed out without a word to your other classmates or friends. You made conversation here and there about whatever you could think about, just basically throwing your thoughts at him. It wasn’t until you both came out of the heated building and feel a chill run up your spine. It was days like these were you wish you had some fire or some kind of heat quirk like Bakugo and Todoroki have. 

“Shit, it’s freezing.” You grumbled as you hugged yourself from warmth, your teeth beginning to chatter. While it was cold, you did enjoy Bakugo’s heat that helped you at least tolerate this bullshit. Though, when he suddenly stopped as you continued to walk, it didn’t take long for you to notice.

When you turned you noticed him digging around in his bag. You leaned your head to the side, confused on what he was doing. You took a step forward, your lips parting as you were about to let words slip past them. Before you had the chance though, you felt something warm wrap around you. 

“Don’t freeze to death, idiot.” Bakugo said before continuing to walk.

Your eyes quickly shot down to see a scarf loosely wrapped around your neck. The gesture itself shouldn’t be anything to gush over, it was a kind thing that anyone would do. Though, for some reason, when Bakugo did it it felt like your entire body was now suddenly warm. 

When both of you arrived at Bakugo’s place since it was closer to the school than yours, you noticed his parents weren’t home. It didn’t bother you since this wasn’t the first time you’ve been over without them around. But you did find it odd that Bakugo just dropped his thinks and started to travel to his room. Normally you both would grab some drinks and snacks to chill with while you hanged out, but that didn’t happen. You decided not to question him and just followed behind him silently.

You believed nothing was wrong, but when you saw him sitting at the edge of his bed with his head down, you knew you were wrong. 

You sighed, leaning against the door frame you asked, “Alright, what’s wrong with you?”

Bakugo’s eyes locked on you. It would have scared you, but it wasn’t the first time he looked at you like that. 

“Do you like Deku more than me or something?” He suddenly questioned, his voice prickled with thorns. One wrong move, and you knew you wouldn’t recover. 

You leaned your head. “Bakugo, really?”

“Do I look like I’m joking to you, idiot?”

No, he didn’t, but you wish he was. It wasn’t like you were keeping a secret from him, but it was a pain in the ass to explain. 

You sighed, your hands dug in your pockets before walking up next to Bakugo. You took a second before sitting down next to him, making sure he wouldn’t deny you. The moment you sat down you said, “Midoriya is cool and all, but just because I’ve been hanging out with him doesn’t mean that I think he’s cooler than you or something.”

Bakugo raised his head an inch. Side-eyeing you he growled, “Then why the hell are you blowing me off, huh? If you wanna hang out with that nerd so bad than just do it!”

You didn’t make any moves, nor did you try and make any snarky comments. It was hard to hold in instinct, but for him you could do it. 

“I wasn’t trying to blow you off, okay?” You hummed out in the kindest voice you could muster up. “Midoriya asked me if it would be okay to get some information about my quirk for this hero journal he’s been keeping. I said yes, and it just happened to take longer than I thought.”

The blond next to you went quiet, you knew he probably felt silly or like a ‘loser’ but you didn’t think that about him at all. Not in the slightest. 

With a single motion, your shoulder moved over to Bakugos’. You didn’t move, nor try to. Instead, you took in a pleasant breath of air as you relaxed into him. It’s been weeks since you could last do this, and you missed it. He would never allow you to in public or with your other friends, which, you understood and respected. So, it was really--really--nice now that you could.

“Yanno, you didn’t have to get jealous, Suki.” You cooed out. 

You thought he would flip out on you. He really did hate when you called him that in private, but today, he didn’t. When you felt him move, it wasn’t like you remembered before he flips out. So, you moved your head an inch to see what he had done. A large smile growing on your lips when you noticed his head turned away from you, unable to see his face. But, you did hear him when he said, “Shut up, idiot.”

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Ma Petite Chérie: Sweet Creature (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Read more from this little universe, Ma Petite Chérie, in my masterlist!

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Harry goes out of town and leaves Tallulah with Y/N for the week. 

Author’s Note: Hiiiii. I decided to turn Ma Petite Chérie into it’s own little “thing,” so here’s another look at Harry, Tallulah and Y/N’s life! I’ve found it much easier to write in little blips rather than following a direct plot, so expect random little moments featuring the three of them. Also, this is not proofread and I am going through a period of having full blown insomnia, so I’m praying there aren’t too many mistakes. I hope you all enjoy and send any ideas, asks, or questions you have for them my way and I’ll be happy to respond! Take care and TPWK.

“I left her car seat in the garage. If she starts gettin’ fussy during the day, just put her in her room and turn on the noise machine and let her color - that usually does it. I refilled her medicine the other day, didn’t I-”

“Har-,” she shushed him, “We’ll be fine. I know the drill. Allergy meds and gummy vitamins in the morning, french vocabulary every other day, no tv before bed, and no sugar after six.”

He took a deep breath in and placed his palms on top of Y/N’s that are gripping his shoulders to ground him. He was a mess, but how could he not when one of the only people he trusted with his daughter, his mother, was away on holiday and couldn’t stay with her when he had to go on a week-long business trip? It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Y/N, he absolutely did. He just hated feeling like she thought he was using her as a free babysitter rather than the loving girlfriend she actually was. That couldn’t be further from the truth, but his anxieties always had a way of getting the best of him.

“Sorry. Always get nervous leavin’ her. Feel like something bad’s gonna happen every time and I won’t be there t’ help her.”

“It’s just a few days, bubs. She seems to like me, or at least pretends to. I’ll keep her entertained. Take her to the park and go get our nails done or something. It’ll be like one, big sleepover.”

“If yeh take her t’ the park, make sure yeh put sunscreen o-”

“Harry,” she’s stern and it shut Harry up immediately.

“Right,” he paused and took another intense, labored breath in an attempt to stop himself from canceling his plans and just staying home with Y/N and Tallulah for the week.

“She does like yeh. Asks about yeh all the time when you’re gone. Loves yeh a lot, actually. We both do.”

That word used to scare him, love. He realized long ago that he had only ever truly been in love with his daughter, so making himself vulnerable to sharing those same emotions with another person was genuinely terrifying. But each and every time, Y/N does something to remind him that it is well-worth the internal struggle he’s endured. 

The proud smile that adorned Y/N’s face at his words is another one of those moments. It’s full of light and reassurance that his baby will be perfectly safe and healthy while he tended to business an entire continent away.

“I love you both as well. Might have a slight preference towards Lulah, but it’s nothing to worry yourself over.”

“Swear yeh only datin’ me because of her,” Harry muttered under his breath.

“You’re absolutely right,” she scoffed, “I only come over five nights out of the week to watch The Little Mermaid with her and I just tolerate you.”

Harry laughed, a genuine cackle that reared his cavernous dimples and turned the apples of his cheeks a pale shade of pink.

“I’d do the same,” he said with a shrug.

“Harry, you’re stalling. You’re gonna miss your flight if you don’t get on the road soon. I don’t think you want me to kick you out of the door.”

He feigned ponderance and tapped his index finger on his chin.

“I do love it when yeh mean t’ me.”

“Harry, go.”

“Alright, alright. I’m leaving. Just...check in with me every once in a while. Let me know how she’s doin’, yeah? I’ll call every night t’ talk t’ her.”

“Was already expecting you to.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” she repeated.

He cleared his throat, heart weighing heavy in his chest. He knew he was supposed to leave for the airport ten minutes ago, but he couldn’t find himself to wheel his luggage out to the trunk of his car.

“Goodbye, Harry,” Y/N whispers in hushed tones.

She reached up on her tiptoes to plant a chaste kiss on his bright pink lips, which he then took upon himself to deepen by loosely wrapping his fingers around her throat and applying just enough pressure to make her contemplate giving into his obvious hesitance about leaving.

“Tell Lulah I love her when she wakes up, okay? Feel like shit leavin’ her in the middle of the night.”

“I’ll tell her first thing.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too, Harry,” she smiles, “See you in a week.”

//

Their first few days went by smoothly, a little too smoothly, Y/N thinks. She’d let her pick one activity to do each day and it seemed like to Harry and Y/N, she was having the time of her life. 

Monday was the park, an obvious choice for a toddler. Tallulah wore herself out so much that she’d gone to bed that night with no trouble whatsoever.

Tuesday was a pampering day. Y/N had tried to get them into her preferred nail salon for pedicures, but there were no empty slots so she’d made up Harry’s master bathroom to look like a spa. She painted Tallulah’s nails blue (because Tallulah said blue was her dad’s favorite color), ran her a bubble bath with more bubbles than Harry ever allowed, and even let her put on some of her expensive face mask cream (Harry nearly shit himself out of pure adoration when he received a selfie of the two of them with pink goop smeared all over their faces and cucumbers over their eyes).

Tallulah’s request for Wednesday was a trip to the carnival that was in town, in which Y/N spent nearly fifteen dollars trying to win a stuffed bear for her but was unsuccessful. They went home with a real, live goldfish instead that Tallulah named Carrot because she claimed he looked like her favorite vegetable - she told Tallulah not to mention it to Harry and that she’d break the news to him later. She even let Tallulah have sugar after six o’clock (what Harry knew wouldn’t hurt him and besides, she told Y/N that she’d never had cotton candy before and Y/N totally wanted bragging rights for introducing her to basically a two-year-old’s fever dream of eating pink clouds).

She hadn’t asked about Harry once.

It wasn’t until Wednesday night after the carnival and her bath and daily FaceTime call with him that she began to get antsy with Y/N, claiming that she wanted her dad to tuck her in and read her a bedtime story. No matter how many times Y/N told her that Harry couldn’t do that but that he would be home in a few days, Tallulah didn’t understand why her dad wasn’t there to give her cuddles and rub her back until she fell asleep like he often did. Eventually, her exhaustion caught up to her and she gave in to the need for sleep, but Y/N had a feeling that that wouldn’t be the end of her tantrum.

It was nearly eleven o’clock, and Y/N was in the living room enjoying a glass of red wine from Harry’s vast collection of alcohol that he kept in his office (for some reason he had an irrational fear that Tallulah would somehow get into it, so he kept it locked away in a room where she wasn’t allowed in). The fermented concoction had almost lulled her to into a light slumber right there on the couch in the middle of a documentary about how agriculture influenced climate change when she heard the piercing cries of a toddler coming from down the hall.

Y/N rushed towards Tallulah’s room, all effects of the wine immediately dissipating as her mind went to the worst possible scenario. She’d fallen off her bed and hurt herself, she was having an allergic reaction, there was a strange man in her room trying to kidnap her. But there was seemingly nothing wrong with Tallulah when Y/N flung her bedroom door open so quickly she almost broke the knob.

“What’s wrong, Lulah?” she asked as she approached her on the bed that sat low to the ground.

Tallulah was red in the face, covered in a thin layer of sweat, and tears continuously flowed from her bright, green eyes that looked exactly like Harry’s and even shifted a teal blue in the sunlight.

Y/N’s heart sunk when she heard it. Over and over again. Nothing else. Only crying out one word.

“Daddy.”

She didn’t want to overwhelm her, so Y/N laid down next to Tallulah and pulled her close. As she brushed her curls away from where they were matted to her sweaty forehead, Y/N cooed her reptitiously in an attempt to calm her down. After about three minutes of incesant crying and copious amounts of fat, shiny tears, Y/N needed a better idea.

“I know you miss him, bubs. I miss him too. But he’ll be home soon, okay? I know something that might make you feel better. Do you want to come in daddy’s room with me?”

It was quiet and muffled over her blubbery cries, but Y/N heard a tiny, “yes,” escape through her lips and then she was scooping Tallulah up into her arms and carrying her off to the master bedroom.

She placed her in the middle of Harry’s bed and quickly began digging through Harry’s dresser for what she was looking for. When she found it, she ran back to Tallulah’s curled up body on the mattress.

“Okay, whenever I miss your dad, I put on one of his shirts because it smells like him. It always makes me feel like he’s close to me. Do you want try that?” 

The toddler had calmed down dramatically since she’d left her own bed, most likely due to exhaustion from crying so much in such a short period of time. She gave Y/N a gentle nod and let her take off her matching set of pajamas and replace them with the shirt of Harry’s that dropped almost all of the way to her feet. It was a white t-shirt with the words “Dream Boat” screened onto the fabric, which was perhaps a bit controversial for his two-year-old daughter to be wearing, but it was the smallest shirt of his that she could find. Otherwise, it’d be falling off of her shoulders and she wouldn’t be able to move.

“Can you smell it?” Y/N bunches the fabric in her hands and raises it to Tallulah’s nose.

“Smells like daddy, doesn’t it?”

Tallulah inhaled the best she could through her stuffy nose.

“‘mells good,” she whimpered, reaching her short arms to wrap around Y/N’s neck.

“Do you want to lie in daddy’s bed with me for a little bit? You can sleep in here, if you want,” Y/N spoke softly into Tallulah’s hair while she held her.

Y/N felt a nod against her chest and that was all it took for her to climb towards the pillow with Tallulah in her arms. She laid Tallulah on Harry’s side of the bed, hoping that the extra scent he left in the sheets would further will her back to sleep.

And it worked.

After reaffirming what felt like a million times that Harry would cuddle her for an entire day straight when he got home because he missed her just as much as she missed him, her eyes slowly shut and peace took over. Y/N thought the coast was clear and a crisis had been averted, and she also remembered that she hadn’t taken her makeup off yet. So she wriggled Tallulah off of her chest and slipped stealthily out of the bed like a burglar attempting to not get caught and tiptoed away into the bathroom to wash her face.

Right when she was patting her face dry with one of the plush towels on the rack in Harry’s bathroom, she realized that the coast was indeed, not clear, and Tallulah began wailing once again.

“It’s okay, Lulah. I’m right here,” Y/N consoled the small girl that looked even smaller in Harry’s king-sized bed.

But she wasn’t interested in Y/N at all. Her sobbing was louder than the last and it was Harry’s name that fell from her weepy lips like it was the only thing keeping her alive. This time, Y/N knew there was nothing that could soothe her besides Harry himself.

“Here, baby,” Y/N wriggled the toddler out of her arms and reached over to the nightstand to grab her cell phone, “Let’s see if daddy’s awake and maybe you can talk to him again, okay?”

“Okay,” Tallulah huffed, but it sounded more like “o-tay.”

Under any other circumstances, Y/N would be awing at the way she said certain words, but now, she just wanted Tallulah to go back to sleep. She was just as exhausted as Tallulah and was starting to become overwhelmed by the nature of everything that was happening.

Harry picked up her FaceTime on the second ring, eyes wide and concerning even though Y/N could tell that her call had woken him up.

“What’s goin’ on? ‘S she alright?”

Her cries that he heard through his speaker broke his heart, and he wanted nothing more than to jump on the next flight home to hold his sweet little girl until all of the tears had dried from her face.

“She’s been crying for the last hour, Har. She wants you. Maybe talk to her a little and see if she calms down?”

She heard Harry curse under his breath and rub the sleep out of his eyes. There was a sense of relief that washed over him when he realized that everything was alright and his daughter wasn’t in any immediate danger, but he didn’t quite feel better by any means. Y/N tilted the phone down towards Tallulah who had taken to rubbing the corner of Harry’s pillowcase between her thumb and forefinger.

“Lulah, baby. Talk t’ me. What’s the matter?”

“Daddy?” her face lifted from where it was buried in her stuffed elephant that she’d had since she was a baby and looked up to see her father’s face lit up on Y/N’s phone screen.

“Hi, lovie. Why’re yeh cryin’?”

“Want you come home,” she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in a way that made her look far too adorable for how sad she really was.

“I know yeh do, petal. I’ll be home soon. I promise. Then, we can have a big cuddle. Does that sound good?”

“You come home tomorrow?” she asked, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

Harry internally cringed when he saw her wipe it on his sheets, but he was obviously not going to scold her for it at the moment.

“Not tomorrow, but soon. I’m not goin’ anywhere for a long time after this so it’ll be just me and you for a bit.”

Tallulah grew upset by this, and understandably so. Her dad always gave her cuddles when she was sad. Why was he telling her that he couldn’t?

He sensed her tears springing back to life, to which he quickly diverted her attention away from.

“Tell me more about what yeh did with Y/N today at the carnival, bug.”

After sucking up a few slobbery breaths, Tallulah was able to speak to Harry again.

“We got a fishy.”

Damnit.

Harry’s ears perked up.

“A fishy? At the carnival? How did yeh do that?”

“Y/N gotted it.”

“She did?”

Y/N knew Harry was not only talking to Tallulah but also to her. A tone that suggested Y/N had some explaining to do, but he wasn’t going to bring that up now.

“Yeah, she winned a game.”

“Does the fishy have a name?”

“Carrot.”

This made Harry snort, as he was not expected that one.

“And did Y/N get Carrot a nice bowl and some food?”

“Mhmm,” Tallulah nodded, “He’s in the kitchen.”

“Well, that sounds lovely. I can’t wait to meet Carrot. Gonna give him cuddles when I get home, too.”

“He said he loves you.”

“That’s very sweet of him. Tell Carrot I love him, too.”

There was a long pause in which Harry, Tallulah, and Y/N all yawned, clearly overtaken by the urge to fall into a deep sleep.

“It’s really late, Lulah. Yeh think yeh can go back t’ bed for me?”

Tallulah brazenly shook her head from side to side, no. 

Harry sighed heavily, his frustration and sadness becoming all too much for him to bear. He was nervous to do what he was about to offer, but he knew it was the last resort in anyone in this scenario getting any sleep whatsoever.

“What if I sing yeh your song? Will that make yeh feel better?”

He watched as her eyes light up with a glint of joy and he knew that that was possibly the cure to everyone’s problems. 

“Peas?”

“Of course, baby. Thank yeh for usin’ yeh manners.”

Y/N laid the phone down so she could reposition Tallulah in her lap as Harry’s melodic voice began to pour from the speakers.

It was her favorite song in the entire world. No matter what was wrong or how upset she was, the second he sang the first few notes and the sound registered in her ears, Tallulah was always able to bring herself back down to earth. 

The first time he sang it to her, she was only ten weeks old, just two weeks after she was brought into his life. He first thought it was a one-off chance that the song had lulled her to sleep, but he quickly found out he was wrong and that she took a genuine liking to it. He’s always assumed it brought on a sense of familiarity and comfort to her whenever she felt like her tiny, two-year-old life was crashing down on her. 

Y/N had never actually seen him sing to her. She’d heard it a time or two through the door of her bedroom when she stayed over, but she’d never asked Harry about it. She had always let their song be just that - their song.

Hopefully, and he genuinely means hopefully, the trick works just as well as it usually does despite him not being there physically. He’s got to be up at five and he refuses to hang up the phone until his baby isn’t sad anymore.

It took a bit longer than usual, but by the second round of the chorus, her eyelids were heavy and the grip she had on Y/N’s lotus pendant had weakened. Hell, the song almost put Y/N to sleep as well. Had she not been worried sick over waking Harry up in the middle of the night and his daughter spilling the beans about the fucking fish, she would have been out well before Tallulah. She loved his singing voice, but she only ever got to hear it when he bopping along to a song on the radio or when he was really, really drunk. 

As the last few notes of the song trailed to silence, both Y/N and Harry took a peek at Tallulah through the phone screen, eager to see if she was fully asleep or just in a state of tranquility. Sure enough, she was out cold.

“I think she’s asleep,” Y/N whispered.

“Thank god,” Harry muttered, “Bloody awful, that was. She’d been cryin’ like that the whole time?”

“Pretty much. Sorry for calling so late, I didn’t know what else to do.”

“‘S alright. Honestly, I was waiting for it. When she stays with mum, I usually get a call or two just like this. By the way, was she wearin’ my ‘Dream Boat’ shirt?”

Y/N starts to chuckle but remembers there is a fragile (both physically and emotionally) child on her chest and she can’t move too much in fear of waking her back up.

“Yeah, she is. I told her I wear your shirts and sleep on your side of the bed when I miss you because they smell like you and thought it would calm her down. It kinda did, but she woke up when I left to go to the bathroom.”

“Christ,” Harry wipes his face with his large, ringed hands.

“What?”

“That’s the cutest shit I’ve ever heard in my life. I love you. A lot.”

“I love you a lot, too,” Y/N grinned.

After a brief moment, Harry talks again.

“So, what’s this about a fish named Carrot?”

Y/N grits her teeth together and sucks in a deep breath.

“Have you seen her face? I know you have. What was I supposed to tell her? No? Got that fucker on the first try after spending seventeen dollars trying to win her a stuffed animal.”

A laugh from deep within Harry’s belly reached the surface and he stifled it with his fist.

“You’ve got a point, princess.”

“I can get rid of him, if you want. I figured she’d get bored and forget about him in a few days, so it wasn’t a big deal.”

“No,” Harry insists, “Keep him. Teach her how t’ take care of him. Give her a responsibility. Maybe she’ll stop harrassin’ me about gettin’ a damn cat.”

“Already done,” Y/N smiles proudly at the camera.

“She knows we feed him in the mornings and she told me she’d help clean his bowl once a week. Even taught her how to say ‘fish’ in french.”

“Have I already told yeh that I love yeh? ‘Cause I do.”

“You did. But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

Harry took a moment to just look at her. Her eyes were bloodshot and he knew she probably felt like she’d just been to hell and back, but there, with his baby girl on her chest, she had never looked more beautiful. He was physically incapable of stopping the words that left his mouth.

“Move in with me.”

“Hmm?” she lifted her head from where it was resting halfway on her pillow and halfway on Harry’s as if to see if he really just said what she thought he said.

“Only if yeh want to. I know it’s a bigger deal because of Lulah, so I get it if yeh still want yeh space. Just...really want yeh around all of the time. And I know she does, too.”

Y/N smiled from ear to ear and placed her free hand that wasn’t holding the phone on top of Tallulah’s curls. She’d been wondering when this conversation would happen, given that she sleeps over at Harry’s more than she does her own apartment and she’d slowly taken over half of the drawers in his bathroom and three shelves in his closet; she just hadn’t expected it to come at midnight, directly after his daughter had the biggest meltdown she’d ever witnessed.

“If I say yes, will you sing to me like that every night?”

Harry blushed beet red as he breathed heavily through his nose.

“If that’s what it takes. Then, yes.”

“Think Lulah’s strong enough to help me carry some boxes?”

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[OM!] Compliments from the Demon Brothers + Undateables

[Non-Appearance Related Compliments]

I used these quotes and paired them up with a character to write a short snippet/HC. I hope you like them!! these types of compliments always make me warm :))

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“You light up the room.”

Simeon

It’s strange to think that seeing you walk through the door would make him so happy. He knows he’s written plenty of adventures and romances, but to think he’d be able to live through one is something else entirely. 

When Simeon laughs, you turn toward him in slight confusion and walk to him when he beckons you. “I almost forgot there was no sun in the Devildom for a moment,” he tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You light up the room.” he says teasingly, enjoying the flustered expression on your face. “Did you know that?” 

You’re more than just a pure soul-- full of conviction, bursting with love and a strength that you don’t even know you possess-- and Simeon feels lucky to be able to hold you in his arms like so.

“You have the best laugh.”

Mammon

“You have the best laugh,” Mammon tells you, laying his head on his arms as he watches you throw your head back after retelling a funny story. It’s not something that he’s thought through in saying-- it just came out because it was the simple truth. How many times has he thought before about how lucky he was to be able to have you in his life, giving him the best time of his life, full of laughter and love. He’s always thought your laugh was cute-- and if it wasn’t cute it was contagious, and he loves every laugh that he can coax from you. 

He wants to be able to make you laugh like that for the rest of your life together.

Of course, after saying it, he’s immediately embarrassed, but you cajole him into removing his hands from his face so you can bury him in kisses instead. 

“You inspire me.”

Diavolo

Diavolo has met and seen more people of all kinds as the stars in the sky, and yet the one he is most mesmerized by is you. Life has not always treated you kindly, and he admits that whisking you away to the Devildom to attend his exchange program without warning played a part in it. Regardless of what happened, you always manage to make the best of it all, creating close relationships with the brothers, with the angels, and even with him. You are but one human, and yet you seem to be the strongest person he’s ever met.

“You inspire me,” he says warmly as the two of you enjoy drinks together in a rare quiet moment of the ball. “Truly!” He tells you, laughing when you look at him incredulously. “It might sound strange, but you have many traits to be admired. Many more, I believe, if I continue to get to know you better.” He smiles at you even while you flush. “I hope you’ll allow me that opportunity during your stay in the Devildom.” 

“I love how passionate you are.”

Satan

It’s no surprise that Satan would value the mind out of all the brothers. There is something inherently breathtaking to see you speak with such fervor about the things you care about. The topics in which you talk about ranges, but even when you talk about something from defending the rights of the lower-class to how there shouldn’t be uniforms for RAD, he feels himself fall a little more of you every time-- with your mind full of ideas and words that seem to overflow.

“I love how passionate you are,” he says almost breathlessly. “No, I mean it!” He tells you, chuckling when you give him a strange look. “I’m not... being sarcastic or anything. I truly, truly love the way your mind works, and I like hearing about the things you care about.” His eyes twinkle, and the way he sits up straight, attentive, and hands folded in front of him and eagerly listening to you makes your heart skip. “Keep going,” he says. “What else did you think about it?”

“You make the world better just by being in it.”

Barbatos

“Why do you look so surprised?” He would ask you, chuckling as he watches you gape at him with a flushed face after his spoken compliment. “Is it that  much of a surprise to hear me say that?”

These words coming from Barbatos means so much more than you could possibly imagine. How many timelines has he seen? How many worlds has he merged and destroyed with his powers? He isn’t one to mince his words, and yet to hear him say that you make the world better just by being in it is something that holds meaning. And it does-- he’s seen the things you’ve done, the good you put into the world just by being: the small smiles you give those who are down, the kindness in which you treat others, and most importantly, the way you love him and make him feel.

Barbatos truly means what he says, and you have no choice but to accept that as truth.

“You make me feel comfortable being myself.”

Beelzebub 

Beel has always thought it a little strange that whenever you’re around, his voracious appetite quiets down to something as little as a stir that, if he’s talking to you, almost disappears completely from his mind. He’s convinced that perhaps it’s best that he likes spending so much time with you, because he may as well spend all his time with you if it meant he could stop eating so much-- or so he thought. But you never fail to sneak him a snack during class, suddenly when you walk together to town, or after waiting for him after club. Beel knows his appetite is something monstrous, but you never seem to mind. You tell him you love him anyways, 

He finds that this thought is enough to quell his hunger completely, even for a moment. 

“You make me feel comfortable being myself,” Beel tells you when you settle next to him for a movie, snacks in hand. “I never feel like I have to change or hold myself back so...” He smiles at you warmly, holding your hand in his. “Thank you.” 

Leviathan

Levi used to lose to you in Mario Kart only once every five games, but he watches you speed past him, cackling at his side, and realizes that he’s coming closer to loving once every three. Yet, seeing you laugh, shoulders touching as you lean against him, he can’t find it in himself to mind at all. 

Laughter has never come as easily to him. Words and affection have never come so easily to him before now. It feels so natural being by your side that he supposed he forgot he’s ever been alone. 

“You make me feel comfortable being myself,” he tells you one day, just as he finishes talking about another anime that has him excited. He’s flustered, but he feels the need to tell you how you make him feel, and how much he’s grateful for the fact he feels heard and truly seen. “I hope you feel the same with me too.”

“You make this world so much more beautiful just by being in it.”

Lucifer

Lucifer doesn’t think he would have been able to lie in his own bed as often with you convincing him to join you. Or go enjoy the carnival rides with you there. Or see the colors of the lanterns as vividly or think the view as charming without you. And he knows that it’s because of you that he feels like he can breathe-- that he feels like the world will be fine without him for a moment-- that he can laugh and love even after everything that has happened. 

The two of you lie in bed together, talking in low voices before sleep overtakes you both, and Lucifer is so full of love. “You make this world so much more beautiful just by being in it,” Lucifer whispers to you, cupping your cheeks and enjoying the way your cheeks warm under his palm. “Good night,” he tells you, hoping he’ll be able to say this to you every other night thereafter. 

Belphegor

It means a lot to have gotten to know you and to be by your side, especially considering the fact he almost prevented that from happening. It’s something that he regrets, giving a twinge of guilt every time, but whenever you’re with him, the guilt gets easier to bear and he can focus more on how much he loves you. How much happiness you bring to him and to others, and how much you enjoy life and all the little things in life-- all the bitterness that used to overtake his entire body seems to ebb into nothing when you’re around. 

“Thank you,” he tells you just as you leave him to his nap. “For being alive.” He peeks his eyes open when you turn around and stare at him with wide eyes.  “You make this world so much more beautiful just by being in it,” he says, and he lets you walk up to him and engulf him in a hug that’s as warm and loving as the afternoon sun.

“I love hearing from you!”

Asmodeus

He adores you when you go off on tangents when the two of you spend time with each other, whether you’re in the bath together or while he’s painting your nails. The sound of your voice is very soothing to him and he’s always endeared by the way you’re excited when you speak about something you love or even when you just talk about your day-- he really can’t get enough of you.

“Sorry,” you say, feeling yourself redden. “I feel like I’ve talked a lot.”

“No, no!” Asmo tells you, leaning over to you so he can pepper small kisses onto your cheeks. “I love hearing from you! About your day, about what you did, what you ate,” he says, entangling your hand with his. “You make everyday life just seem so... exciting! And I want to be a part of that world with you.” 

“Your mind is so powerful!”

Solomon

As a man (whom I suspect has lived for centuries), having the opportunity to have gotten close to you and see how your mind works is incredibly rewarding to him. Within your ideas or your plans or your jokes, he feels like he gets to see a different side of you and gets to know you more-- and fall in love with you again and again. 

You scoff when you first hear this coming from Solomon though. Any compliments could have any type of meaning, but when you turn around, you immediately feel yourself flushing when his gaze is unwavering and sincere.

“I mean it,” he tells you even when you huff at him, laughing. “Your mind is incredibly powerful. The ideas you come up with always have a twist of your own personality, whether it means it’s unique, or creative, or kind.”