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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance
Saiki Kusuo x Non-Binary! Reader
Book 1
Follows the events of Season One
Prologue: Troublesome "Friends"
Chapter One: Girl Problems and Beach Woes
Chapter Two: Ghosts and Guardians
Chapter Three: Sports Festival
Chapter Four: Safety Drills and Clairvoyants
Chapter Five: Ramen Shops
Chapter Six: Christmas Eve
Chapter Seven: New Year's Day
Chapter Eight: Valentineâs Day Chaos and Movie Night Misunderstandings
Chapter Nine: Mothers and Meetups
Chapter Ten: Traveling to Okinawa
Chapter Eleven: Accidents and Reveals
Chapter Twelve: Insecurities and Sweets
Chapter Thirteen: Punk Transfer
Chapter Fourteen: Festival Display
Chapter Fifteen: Festival Problems
Chapter Sixteen: Taking Teruhashi Out (on a Not-Date)
Chapter Seventeen: Delinquent Run-In and Teruhashiâs Home-Visit
Chapter Eighteen: Karaoke Party
Chapter Nineteen: Toritsukaâs Possessions and Club
Chapter Twenty: Crepes and Breaks
Chapter Twenty-One: Adventures in London
Chapter Twenty-Two: Summer Break Days
Chapter Twenty-Three: Rich Transfer Trouble
Chapter Twenty-Four: Celebrations
Book 2:
Follows the Events of Season Two
Prologue: Relationships
Chapter One: Cafes and Clothes
Chapter Two: Saiko's Mansion
Chapter Three: Cold Days and Warm Hearts
Chapter Four: Cute Girls and Ghost Girls
Chapter Five: Competition and Curses
Chapter Six: Seasick
Chapter Seven: Stranded
Chapter Eight: Raft
Chapter Nine: Misinformation and Memories
Chapter Ten: Fortune-Telling Transfer
Chapter Eleven: Mark of Death
Chapter Twelve: Family
Chapter Thirteen: Festival Competition
Chapter Fourteen: Elderly Project
Chapter Fifteen: Dates and Judo
Chapter Sixteen: Teruhashi's Tears and Rifuta's Crush
Chapter Seventeen: Occult Love versus Sweet Loves
Chapter Eighteen: Evil Spirits and Pranks
Chapter Nineteen: Insecurity and Talkative Transfer
Chapter Twenty: Investigative Transfer
Chapter Twenty-One: Culture Festival
Chapter Twenty-Two: Festival Play
Chapter Twenty-Three: New Year's Premonition and Valentine's Day Gift
Chapter Twenty-Four: Clone Trouble
Chapter Twenty-Five: Confessions
Book 3:
Follows the Events of Season Three and Reawakened
Chapter One: Revelations and Art
Chapter Two: Superhero Lessons
Chapter Three: New Teacher
Chapter Four: Annoying Interruptions
Chapter Five: Good Confessions and Bad Luck
Chapter Six: Unfortunate Luck
Chapter Seven: Horrible Luck
Chapter Eight: Future Plans and Robots
Chapter Nine: Brotherly Showdown
Chapter Ten: Group Vacation
Chapter Eleven: Saiki versus Volcano
Chapter Twelve: Strange Occurrences
Chapter Thirteen: Psychic or Not
Epilogue: A Not-So-Disastrous Marriage
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wicked irony
pairing: Joe Goldberg/Reader
The reader is not a woman. Otherwise, no pronouns are used and race is ambiguous.
The end of class doesnât seem to come fast enough. But finally, finally, everyone files out of the classroom. A few of the students send Joe lovelorn gazes, but he only has eyes for you. And you only have eyes for⌠the bookshelves around the room, apparently. Itâs horribly ironic, Joe thinks, that youâre so blatantly restless and disinterested. Youâre barely even looking at him. He thinks he loves it.
Joe is underwhelmed and unimpressed with the wide majority of his students, and this semester is no exception. At least, until he reads your first paperâŚ
word count: 7.9k | ao3 version | joe playlist
Warnings:Â stalking, kidnapping, threats/blackmail. gory imagery.
Sigh. I have a weakness for charismatic and popular characters being frustrated and intrigued by the one person who isnât affected by them. (cough cough, Felix fic, cough couch, Finnick fic, cough cough, this oneâŚ)
This fic is Joe/Reader centric. Again, the reader is either masculine/male or nonbinary. Theyâre written to not be a woman, basically. I especially love the idea of Joe breaking his pattern and falling for a super queer-presenting person and falling HARD. Come on, we knew this was coming.
I have almost zero canon knowledge. Iâve never actually watched this seriesâIâve only seen Trixie and Katya watch it. Canon does not exist to me.

Joe has finally escaped his past. Heâs creating something of a life for himself in London. Here, he isnât Joe Goldberg, obsessive stalker and murderer; instead, heâs Jonathan Moore, literature professor at Darcy College. Itâs a humble life, compared to what he had before. Surprisingly, heâs starting to enjoy it.
Except⌠his students arenât the brightest. Joe isnât sure what it isâif heâs distracting them, or if he just isnât that great of a professor. (The mere thought amuses him. He knows he isnât the problem.) Ultimately, though, no one seems very engaged in his class. And, even worse, hardly anyone has a grade above a C.Â
Joe sighs as he reads through another mediocre essay, red ink littered across the margins. He shakes his head in annoyance and writes âDâ in the top right corner, before adding it to the pile of graded papers. Itâs abundantly clear to him that this semesterâs batch of students are just like the last group: unmotivated and incompetent.Â
Joe grabs the next paper, taking a deep breath and preparing himself for more mediocrity. Heâs so accustomed to skipping over the introduction that he nearly neglects the thesis. Joe thinks heâs seeing things at first, but there it is: a well-constructed thesis. He reads through it once, twice. Itâs not bad.
But Joeâs not going to get his hopes up, so he continues reading skeptically. It only takes him another paragraph to acknowledge that this student is a good writer. Perhaps even a great one. He only feels more satisfied with each additional page he reads. By the time he gets to the end of the paper, his heart is nearly racing. Heâd been waiting for something to ruin it, but nothing happened. That essay was⌠quite good.Â
Joe goes back to the first page and stares at the heading, scrutinizing your name at the top of the paper. It bounces around his mind even after he grades the paper and attempts to put it back in the pile; even as he takes it back in a few minutes to read it again.Â
He soon finds himself looking forward to his next class. You havenât left his mind, despite the fact that he has no idea what you look or sound like. Regardless, your name lingers in the back of his mind as he carries on with his day, crafting lesson plans and responding to the occasional email. And he finds himself distracted with contemplating just what you could look like.Â
During his next class, he finds himself actually paying attention during attendance, if only to put a face to the name. Youâre near the end of the list, and it takes every ounce of restraint he has not to speed through the list and just call out your name.Â
Finally, he gets to you and says your name. You raise your hand. His chest lurches as he looks at you, everything clarifying and blurring around you. Itâs such a nonchalant gesture. Hell, you didnât even care to speak. âWelcome,â Joe says before he can stop himself. Your lips are pulled into an awkward, completely ingenuine smile and you nod. You seem confused at the thought of him welcoming you when he didnât do the same for the other students; and annoyed at the brief attention the remark garners you. Joe updates the attendance, fighting off the urge to smile for some reason.Â
He canât fight off his curiosity for long. Twenty, then thirty minutes pass. And he reaches the brink of his patience. His lectures are meant to be interactive, but the majority of the class doesnât care to participate. You arenât necessarily vocal, but youâre clearly listening, at the very least. And Joe finds himself eager to hear what you have to say. He asks a question. No one answers. And he lets the room descend into a tense and uncomfortable silence.Â
Joe looks at you, sharing something of an apologetic grimace. You stare for a moment, before slowly raising your hand. Itâs hard for Joe not to acknowledge you within the millisecond, but he waits a few moments before calling on you to make things seem more authentic.Â
Your answer is nearly perfect. You cite direct evidence from the text in your assertion, referencing multiple implicit themes present from the beginning of the book. Joe nods and thanks you for your answer, internally satiated with the knowledge that his preconceptions about you were correct. Youâre brilliant. This class is probably too easy for you.Â
He manages to exercise inordinate patience and stop himself from keeping you after class. Instead, he resigns himself to a night spent searching for anything and everything he can find on you. Joeâs actually looking forward to it. He wants to learn more about you. Youâre clever; youâre undeniably attractive; and youâre entirely unaffected by his machinations. (Joe wants to eat you alive.)
Heâs never felt this way about someone before. And his previous infatuations had all been women. That doesnât seem to matter, though, does it? The feeling he gets in his chest when he looks at you is undeniable. And within the next few classes, heâs surrendering to the urge to get you in a room alone with him.Â
âStay behind for a moment?â Joe asks you near the end of one class. He allows his eyes to wander across the room as he asks, making sure his voice is just loud enough for the other students to hear. Â
â...Sure,â you agree hesitantly. Joe knows heâs left you virtually no choiceâasking you in front of the entire group. He did that on purpose, of course. You almost seem to recognize that, as your eyes flit about in recognition of the spotlight he placed you under.Â
The end of class doesnât seem to come fast enough. But finally, finally, everyone files out of the classroom. A few of the students send Joe lovelorn gazes, but he only has eyes for you. And you only have eyes for⌠the bookshelves around the room, apparently.Â
Itâs horribly ironic, Joe thinks, that youâre so blatantly restless and disinterested. Youâre barely even looking at him.Â
He thinks he loves it.Â
Joe takes the proffered opportunity to study you, amused to find that youâre wearing sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and sneakers. A lot of his students dress upâprobably to impress him, he thinks to himself wrylyâbut here you are, wearing what he can only imagine to be comfortable clothing that you practically threw on. Your hands fidget ever so slightly in your pockets as you explore the room around you, showing no indication of even noticing his presence. Joe studies you for a while longer before finally saying your name to catch your attention.Â
Itâs gratifying to see the way you almost force yourself to drag your gaze towards him. Your eyes meet his and, for a moment, Joe just stands there. Every word he means to say falls to dust on his tongue as he looks at you. You look so fucking bored, as if youâd quite literally rather be anywhere else.Â
Finally, Joe thinks to himself. A challenge.Â
He taps his fingers against his desk a few times in faux restlessness, seeing your eyes track the movement. âHowâd you like the book?â Joe asks after a few moments. He doesnât even really need to askâhe knows exactly what you thought of it, because you had written about it rather transparently. Somehow, he still wants to hear your answer anyways.Â
âIt was a book,â you respond vaguely. And Joe feels a genuine laugh crawl out of his throat. Heâs just as startled by it as you are.Â
âThatâs a diplomatic way of putting it, yes,â he agrees. You were the only one to genuinely analyze the rhetorical style and consider how it impacted the story. You were the only one to find fault with the authorâs pretentious language and shitty metaphors. âI must admit, I was impressed with your essay,â Joe continues. He reread it several times. He closed his eyes and imagined you sitting in the libraryâor perhaps even in your apartmentâwriting the paper, a concentrated expression on your face. He stood outside of your building and stared up at your drawn curtains, envisioning you typing away on your laptop. But you donât need to know that.
Truthfully, when Joe began looking into you, he was annoyed to find that you have little to no social media presence. The few accounts you have are private. Joe had to do a bit of workâand, even then, he doesnât have nearly as much information as he should. Heâs forced to actually pay attention to your answers now.Â
âThanks," you say, seeming surprised as you blink at his compliment. Heâs broken out of his thoughts. Â
Joe doesnât bother responding to your gratitude. âYouâre doing well in this class,â he states instead. Youâre the only person with an A. Joe has earned himself something of a reputation on campus for being the strict and exacting American professor with rigorous standards. Yet here you are, passing his class with ease. He would be annoyed, if he didnât find you so intriguing.Â
You donât seem to know what to say to him. Joe continues speaking. âWhat program are you in?â he asks, despite already knowing the answer. Communication. Transfer student. Perfect GPA. Peer tutor at the writing center on campus. Â
âCommunication,â you respond, unknowing of his internal dialogue. Joe hums, pretending that information is new.Â
âAnd how do you like the program?â he continues, secretly a bit entertained by your short answers.Â
âItâs good," you respond. And wow, youâre giving him absolutely nothing to work with. Itâs almost amusing. Joe feels his lips quirking at the edges. Youâre not even trying to hide your disinterest. Itâs fascinating.Â
âJust good?â Joe prompts you.Â
âIâm enjoying it,â you answer. Thereâs an awkward, tense silence for several long moments. Joe doesnât make a move to break it, and neither do you. Then, just as he begins to think heâll have to keep it going, you continue speaking. âDid you need me for something, Professor?â you eventually ask.Â
Joeâs almost impressed that you had the courage to say that to his face. He was convinced he would have you trapped in conversation for a few minutes longer. It appears heâs underestimated you.Â
âI was just curious about you,â Joe admits. You have no idea how dangerous his curiosity is. He is going to pick you apart. (And, if heâs feeling particularly merciful, heâll even put you back together.) âYour writing is quite well-developed. I wanted to inquire about your career goals, see if there was anything I could do to assist you.âÂ
âOh,â you say. Youâre shifting your balance ever so slightly as if uneasy. Your backpackâs on your shoulders still, as if youâre going to just bolt out of the room at a momentâs notice. You really donât want to be here, do you? âWell, thank you. I appreciate that. I donât think Iâm going to be pursuing literature, necessarily, but Iâll keep that in mind.â
Damn it, you are good. You buried your disinterest in faux gratitude. Joe was almost fooled for a moment. Heâs suddenly scrambling to find something to say, something to force you to stay in this room, if only so he can pick you apart moreâ
But youâre already walking away, taking the opportunity youâve created for yourself to escape. Joe stares after you for a moment, almost in disbelief. He hardly got anything out of you. You pretty much brushed him off and continued on about your day. You threw him off for a fraction of a second, long enough for you to get away.Â
Did that really just happen?
Joe must be getting rusty. Â

Joe is quickly learning that youâre a bit of an interesting case. Youâre a lot different from the people he would usually go after. Heâd almost venture to call you reclusive, because youâre not one to go to parties on campus or hang out with friends very often. Youâre independent, which he would ordinarily appreciateâif it didnât make tracking you down so damn difficult. Youâre an unobtrusive presence on campus, clearly content with fading into the background. And your efforts work rather well for you, it seems. Of course, you canât fool Joe. He would never be bored by you. Anything and everything you do just fascinates him. Youâve been fixed in his sights since that first paper you submitted to him weeks ago.Â
This fascination is how he finds himself walking into one of the humble coffee shops on campus, pretending to look at the menu when heâs really tracking you down. He knows you tend to come here after your Intercultural Communication class on Wednesdaysâand, after a few moments, he finally spots you. Youâre nestled in one of the booths in the corner of the room, typing away on your laptop as usual. Thatâs one of the least surprising things heâs learned about you: youâre rather studious. He didnât even need to glimpse into your apartment window to learn that, although he did anyway.Â
Joe feels himself moving before he can stop himself. A few steps and heâs standing at the edge of your table, waiting for you to tear your attention away from your busywork. It takes a few seconds longer than heâd like, and he eventually abandons his patience. âFancy seeing you here,â he remarks.Â
You finally look up from your laptop screen, your eyes briefly finding him. âProfessor Moore,â you say, momentarily startled by his presence. âWhat brings you here?â
âJust stopping by for some coffee before my office hours,â he answers with a slight smile.Â
ââŚWell, I should leave you to it, then," you say smoothly. You predictably donât take the baitâthe reminder of his office hoursâand instead practically dismiss him. His hand twitches at his side. âIt was good to see you.â Liar. You look so uncomfortable. It only makes Joe more persistent.Â
âNonsense, I can spare some time for my best student.â Joe waves off your concern, before promptly leaning down and taking a seat in the booth across from you. Youâre stoic for the most part, but a flicker of surprise and bewilderment passes across your face. Joe resists the urge to smile at the sight, instead focusing on you.Â
âHowâs your paper coming along?â he asks. You look suspicious and wary. Damn it, thatâs right. Joeâs not supposed to know that you started that, is he? Finding the password to your school account had been far too easy, though. From there, he was free to browse your many assignments. And Joe devoured them allâespecially the ones for his class. (God, that sounds pathetic, even for him.) âDonât tell me you havenât started it yet,â he adds jokingly, jabbing at your quick work pace. Youâre at least a few weeks ahead of the course schedule. He canât bring himself to be irritated by it.Â
âI have some ideas, but nothing concrete yet," you answer.
âGood, good,â Joe says. âAnd what are you working on now, may I ask?â Â
âSomething for my Digital Activism class,â you respond. Joe looks at you expectantly and you continue. âWe have to pick a digital activism movement and use content analysis to determine its efficacy.â
He sits for a bit, watching you continue to ignore him. Heâll occasionally take a sip of his drink but, otherwise, heâs unabashedly staring. Either youâre particularly good at ignoring him, or you just havenât noticed. Joe gets the feeling itâs the former.Â
âI have to get to class,â you announce at some point, closing your laptop and slipping it into your backpack. Joe almost laughs. Youâre not getting out of this that easily. Absolutely not. Not again.
âAre you going to Winslow Hall?â Joe asks. He knows you are. Even if he hadnât checked your scheduleâwhich he didâhe would be able to come to that conclusion. The college isnât huge, so a lot of the liberal arts classes are in the same collection of buildings. âI can walk you there,â he offers politely.
â...Okay.â Youâre clearly displeased with this turn of events, and confused by the gesture. Joe doesnât give you any time to retract the remark, instead putting his jacket on and waiting for you to do the same. Youâre sneaking suspicious glances at him every few moments. Usually his charismatic attitude isnât met with such disregard and wariness. Itâs a strange departure from the past. Then again, heâs sort of reinventing himself here in London. (Or, at least, thatâs what he tells himself.)Â
Joe heads out of the coffee shop with you, walking at your side and taking note of how you almost seem to shrink on yourself as passersby stare at the both of you. No doubt theyâre wondering just who you areâJoe hasnât earned a reputation for being particularly social. And he has quite a few admirers across campus. Youâre almost wilting under everyoneâs gazes, your hands fidgeting with the straps of your backpack restlessly. You probably havenât realized, but your somewhat alternative appearance is only making you stand out more when next to him. Itâs kind of funny.Â
âHere we are,â Joe announces after your rather uneventful walk. âSee you in class tomorrow,â he says, letting a charming smile slip onto his face.Â
âBye,â you say with an awkward, strained smile. Heâs caught your genuine smile from afarâthis tense pull to your lips is the furthest thing from it. Itâs like youâre determined not to let your guard down in front of him. And within moments, youâve already entered the classroomâas if youâre fleeing from him.Â
In the coming weeks, as the semester starts to wind down, Joe decides to adjust his curriculum slightly to make the final assignment a partner project. Itâll boost some of the slackersâ gradesâassuming they actually put in the work. But he knows thatâs not the real reason why heâs giving the class this work. The real reason is sitting in the back of the class: you. Inexplicably, Joe wants to observe you speaking to someone else. He wants to see how you act when youâre forced to speak to someone else, to a peer. How will it differ from how you speak to him? Are you naturally wary, or is he special? Heâs smirking at the thought.Â
This partner project is how Joe currently finds himself in between the bookshelves of the campus library, subtly peeking through the gaps in the books to look at you and your partner. Heâs hanging on to your every word, regardless of how mundane or unassuming it may be. Thereâs something positively captivating about you. (And this feels like it should be a blow to his pride, somehow. Joe has watched people before, many times. Heâs never sunk to such depths: watching you do virtually nothing as you complete your schoolwork.)Â
Then again, youâre not a particularly scandalous or public person. This is the best he can do. You like to keep to yourself, after allâspending hours in your apartment with your eyes glued to your laptop, or your phone, or a book. Joe shakes his head in annoyance, forgetting himself for a moment.
âWhat do you think of Professor Moore?â your classmate asks curiously. Joe suddenly snaps back to attention, feeling himself lean forward and peek through the gaps in the bookshelves to study the look on your face. That was rather fortuitous.Â
Youâre frowning at the question. âIâm not sure,â you say after a moment. The fluorescent lights of the library hum in impatience. Joe breathes slowly. âHe kind of gives off serial killer vibes.âÂ
Joe is sure thereâs a huge chunk of context heâs missing, but he still has to duck below the shelves to hide himself as he laughs. Oh, you have no idea. His shoulders are shaking with mirth. It takes concerted effort for him to reel himself back in.Â
âHow?â your classmate asks, clearly thrown by your honesty.Â
âI donât know,â you say hesitantly. Youâre acting a bit uncertain, but Joe gets the feeling youâre just pretending for your classmateâs benefit. After all, youâve made little effort to hide your skepticism whenever he speaks to you individually. âHe fits the demographic. White man, conventionally attractive. Kind of emotionless.â Conventionally attractive. Thatâs not even a complimentâitâs just the truth. But it somehow satisfies Joe anyways.Â
âI guess," the woman responds, clearly unconvinced.Â
âWhy do you ask?â you question her.Â
âJust wondering,â she shrugs. âHe seems to talk to you a lot.âÂ
Joe can see your eyebrows furrow from his position behind the bookshelves. You donât exactly look pleased at the thought. âI donât think so,â you say to your classmate. You donât have anything else to say on the matter, supposedly, because you turn your attention back to the project.
This is fun, Joe thinks. Surprisingly so.Â
Unfortunately, you soon part ways with your classmate to return to your apartment. Joe follows you on the way back, annoyed at the knowledge that heâll never get another chance like that again: one to hear your honest, unfiltered opinion on him. At least, not without asking you directly. Your words ring in his ears, even after he returns home that night and gets ready for bed.Â
The next few weeks are par for the course. Despite his best efforts, he canât quite seem to get you aloneâsave for your regular visits to the coffee shop. But thatâs not enough for Joe, and he knows it. He needs so much more. He needs to sink his claws into you, rip your rib cage apart until he can finally see that damn heart of yours. And then maybe, just maybe, heâll finally understand you.Â
Heâs⌠not doing well with this whole âreinventionâ thing. Ah well.Â
It isnât until one early afternoon that his resolve finally starts to weaken. Joeâs sitting in his office, scrolling through his inbox when he finds an email from youâburied between the bureaucratic nonsense sent from the university and automated notifications from the grading system. His heart jumps unpleasantly, until he sees the headline of the email: âClass Tomorrow.â That doesnât bode well. Youâre probably not going.Â
Indeed, as he opens the message and skims through it, his eyes find the important parts: âsickâ and âabsenceâ; and then, âapologies for the inconvenience.â Despite it all, youâre formal and polite. He appreciates the fact that you notified him of your absence: so many of his students will ditch class without warning. Itâs nothing more than a common courtesy, but somehow, itâs still rather rare. He has an attendance policy on his syllabus, but it is often ignored. Joe shakes his head and returns his attention to your email. Then he reads it again. And a third time.Â
He scoffs at himself. What the hell is he doing, reading a simple email over and over again? Is that really the best he can do? Joe sighs and refocuses his thoughts on the remaining emails sitting in his inbox, fighting off thoughts of you.Â
As it turns out, rereading your email is far from the best thing Joe can do. He can do much better, like stand outside of your apartment and look through your windows. His eyes explore the scene: the tissue box and unusually cluttered table near your couch, the somewhat exhausted look on your face, the uncharacteristic lethargy to your movements. You look kind of miserable.Â
You must have a fever, because youâre only wearing a tank top and shorts. Joe doesnât think heâs seen this much of your skin beforeâthis fall hasnât been a particularly warm one, so heâs used to seeing you in sweatpants, jeans, sweatshirts, sweaters⌠He is absolutely not used to thisâwas not prepared to feel this uncomfortable stirring in his gut, this horrible restlessness and urge to get moving, to do something to distract himself from whatever this isâ
Joe rubs a hand over his face and takes a slow breath. Get a hold of yourself, he admonishes himself. He continues studying your apartment from his vantage point, finding that, even in the throes of your sickness, youâve still kept it relatively clean. Thatâs admirable, if a bit foolish. You head to your couch and throw a blanket over yourself. Joe watches as you drift off, checking his watch. Itâs not very late yetâyou usually go to bed later. You must be rather fatigued.Â
Joe eventually leaves, if only because the night air is getting uncomfortably chilly. He spends the rest of the night grading and preparing for his next lesson. He wonders when youâll get better, when youâll return to his classroom. Youâre not the type to miss lectures, Joe can already tell. So the fact that youâre absent is⌠a bit worrying. Or, it would be worrying, if he were the type to get stressed about things like that. Â
Days pass, and Joe is forced to settle for your occasional emailsâand the glimpses of you he catches from outside your apartment building. Youâve missed three classes at this point, interspersed across a week and a half. He isnât sure whether to expect you today. You didnât send an email like normal, but he doesnât want to get his hopes up.Â
The universe almost seems to be poking fun at him, because as he settles at his desk and muses, you walk through the door. âBack in the land of the living, hm?â Joe asks in lieu of a greeting. You sigh and place your backpack down, getting to your seat. He takes in your appearance, finding that you look worn out but still marginally better than before. He hopes you took those antibiotics your doctor prescribed.Â
âFor now,â you respond with a tired smile. You look exhausted. Joe doesnât realize he utters that thought aloud until he hears you respond. âI know,â you say. Another student would be embarrassed at the thought, but you donât seem to care.Â
âWell, donât go falling asleep on me,â Joe says teasingly, if only because social etiquette demands it of him. Secretly, he wouldnât mind if you fell asleep. The thought of your wariness and skepticism slipping away, leaving you entirely vulnerableâŚÂ
âNo promises,â you huff as you get your laptop out, entirely unaware of the dark turn his thoughts have taken.Â
âLet me know if you need any assistance with catching up,â he offers. You both know you wonât need it.Â
âI will, thanks,â you respond amicably. Your attention is focused on your screen for a moment, your eyes shifting ever so slightly as you read something. Then you blink and look back up at him. âI watched the lectures, so hopefully Iâll be okay.âÂ
âAh, very good,â he smiles. âIâm sure youâll be just fine, then.âÂ
Soon enough, the other students begin to file into the room. He allows them a few moments to get settled, before diving into todayâs shorter lecture. Joe had allocated some time at the end of class for the partner projects, if only to make things easier on himself. Now, he wonât have to sneak around in the library to hear your conversation with your classmate. (Although, last time was certainly interesting in its own right.)Â
Joe fights with the urge to stare at you the entire time, instead letting his eyes wander across the room as he subtly eavesdrops on your conversation.Â
âAre you feeling better?â your classmate asks.
âYeah, sort of," you answer her. âJust tired. I got the analysis done before I got sick, though.â Of course you did, Joe thinks. Of course you did.Â
âWell, let me know if you need anything," she says, in a voice dripping with concern and something more⌠intimate. Joe feels an ugly feeling settle at the pit of his stomach.Â
âOkay, thanks,â you say blankly. Jesus, youâre a brick fucking wall. Sheâs clearly flirting with you. Either youâre obliviousâwhich Joe somewhat doubts, given the perceptiveness youâve exhibited in the pastâor youâre just uninterested. Itâs intriguing. Almost impressive, actually. Â
As the two of you continue to work on your project, Joe catches bits and pieces of your conversationâinterspersed between his unfortunate lapses in attention as heâs forced to answer a few studentsâ questions. But then the class is ending and youâre leaving. He canât quite stop himself from staring after you as you go, nor can he convince himself to stop going to that coffee shop every time you go.Â
He finds you there the next day, in the same booth youâre always in. Joe is almost ready to think youâre doing this on purpose. Youâre not even making it difficult. The same time, the same place, the same day of the week⌠Come on. He thought you were a bit of a challenge. Joe slides into the booth across from you, settling into the seat that is starting to become his.Â
âHey, Professor,â you say, not even looking up from your screen.
âYou can call me Jonathan, you know,â Joe says with a bit of friendly inflection. He very nearly slips and introduces himself as Joe. Something about you makes him want to be honest with you, if only to provoke you into some sort of reaction.Â
âIâd rather not,â you respond seamlessly, a pinched expression on your face. Usually, that would be more than enough for a student to fall at his feet. He almost frowns, but manages to resist the urge. Perhaps he needs to try a different tactic.Â
âIs your schedule settled for next semester?â he asks instead.Â
âYeah,â you confirm casually.Â
âWhat classes are you taking?â he asks. Itâs like pulling teeth. Are you doing this on purpose?
âJust communication classes,â you answer. âAnd a history class, I think. Some gen-ed, I donât remember the name of it.â
âExciting.â He raises his brows, willing you to look at him. You spare him a momentary glance, before returning your attention to your schoolwork. Is whatever youâre doing really more intriguing than he is? He almost wants to be offended. Almost. Â
âNot really,â you dismiss the remark.Â
He sits with you silently for a while, just watching you write. Joe has to admit, heâs stewing a little bit. Youâre not even giving him the time of day. But his patience starts to pay off, as he catches you sending him confused glances.Â
âWhy are you doing this?â you ask, finally addressing him. You close your laptop screen and give him your full attention; and Joe gets a sudden rush of adrenaline.Â
âPardon?â he manages to ask, his tongue feeling slightly thick in his mouth.
âWhy are you doing this?â you repeat yourself, gesturing to the two of you and the coffee shop around you. âSitting here, asking me these questions.âÂ
âI want to get to know you," he answers immediately. That is the complete truth, for once. Unfortunately for you, that desire is far from harmless.Â
âWhy?â
âIs it really so hard to believe?â Joe counters instead, tactfully avoiding the question. He lets a charming smile rise on his lips. The gesture only seems to disconcert you.Â
âYes, it is,â you answer flatly. âWhatâs your endgame?â
Bold of you to assume he has an endgame. Youâre absolutely right, of course. He absolutely has an endgame. He always does. âIâm just making conversation,â Joe says innocently.Â
âOkay.â Youâre clearly unconvinced.Â
âItâs getting late,â Joe observes, casting a pointed glance through the dark windows at the front of the shop. âIâll walk you home,â he offers.Â
âNo, itâs okay,â you deny him. Youâre too smart for your own good. âIâll be fine,â you say. And oh, you really, really would be. You would be so much better off walking home alone. But thatâs just not in the cards for you tonight.Â
âI insist,â Joe says firmly. Youâre silent, clearly annoyed but sensing he isnât going to relent. You know heâs got you trapped now. He shrugs his jacket on and watches you do the same, waiting for you to gather up your things before heading out of the coffee shop.Â
The two of you are quiet for a few minutes. Joe has his hands shoved in his pockets and heâs walking ahead of you, anticipating whatâs to come. He canât say heâs been this excited before. But youâre different from the others.Â
âYou seem like you know where youâre going,â you say suspiciously.
Shit. Thatâs a harsh reality check. âI assume you live in one of the residence halls on campus." Joe thinks quickly. âAm I incorrect?â
âThe dorms are back there,â you point out, glancing behind you momentarily before returning your attention to him. âAnd youâve been walking ahead of me.â
âI take long strides; Iâm tall," Joe justifies.Â
âYouâre not that tall.â You roll your eyes. âAnd I can walk quickly, so itâs not that.â You seem completely convinced, confident. Youâre difficult to throw off, almost unshakeable even as you unknowingly approach a line you canât come back from. Â
âYou donât seem to trust me,â Joe eventually remarks, after sensing that your doubt is still very much present.Â
âI donât,â you agree.Â
âWhy not?â
âYou donât make sense to me," you admit. âYouâre⌠I donât know.â Joe waits patiently. Heâs curious to hear how far youâll go. âYouâre elusive. Youâre constantly acting, pretending. Iâve never seen you look authentic.â Â
âA professor has to act a certain way, you understand,â Joe says somewhat dryly, secretly a bit annoyed by your stubbornness. Youâre treading on thin ice and you donât even realize it. His hand is twitching at his side.Â
âSure,â you acquiesce. âBut youâre always acting. Even when you think you arenât.â Thatâs⌠more accurate than you could ever know.Â
âI see,â Joe says.Â
âYou act like⌠you want something from me,â you continue, studying him for a moment. âAnd I have no idea what it is.âÂ
âMaybe I just want your company,â Joe replies.Â
âThatâs not enough,â you respond far too quickly.
âWhy not?â He asks.Â
âDonât pretend to be offended now,â you scoff, shoving your hands in your pockets. You look very restless and apprehensive, your eyes flitting around him as if waiting for him to make a move of some sort.Â
You both walk in silence for a few more minutes.Â
âI donât know anything about you, you realize,â you continue. Joeâs so surprised to hear that remark that he just stares in disbelief. âYouâre hard to track down. Practically nonexistent on university websites. Itâs like you just⌠appeared.âÂ
The irony of that statement isnât lost on Joe, but it will certainly be lost on you. Because youâre just as difficult to track down. Getting to this pointâspending time with you, alone and unguardedâtook him practically the entire semester.
âWhat do you want to know?â Joe asks, because heâs nothing if not charitable. His heart is roaring in his ears. Things donât typically go like this. Heâs not supposed to be the one being interrogated.Â
You shrug helplessly. âI donât know. Something, I guess. Something to prove youâre an actual human being, not just an empty husk.â
Damn. Damn.Â
âDid I hit a nerve?â you ask. Joe blinks and thereâs an entertained quirk to your lips. Another blink and it vanishes. âWhoops,â you say carelessly, clearly not very bothered by it.Â
âYou donât seem very apologetic,â Joe notes calmly.Â
âI get the feeling youâre not that great of a person,â you say.Â
Jesus fucking Christ. Joe genuinely freezes for a moment, forgetting to walk alongside you. This entire interaction is giving him whiplash. Joe is so used to dominating the conversationâsteering it at his will, until he gets exactly what he wants. But here you are, casually demolishing his plans and laying him out to dry in the same breath. Is he really so predictable, for you to take a simple glance at him and break through all of his defenses? Surely not.Â
Joe shakes his head and catches up to you. âThatâs not a very nice thing to say to someone,â he eventually says. Thatâs about what a normal person would say in this situation, right? Sure.Â
âYeah, youâre probably not used to hearing that, are you?â you huff. Youâre smiling nowâhonest to God, smiling. He doesnât think heâs ever seen you smile so genuinely before. What the fuck?
âYou realize I have control over your grades,â Joe says, the statement leaving his lips before he can think it through. Itâs⌠not the best response heâs crafted, but he supposes itâll do.Â
You donât seem the least bit affected by the implicit threat. âAre you really threatening me?â you ask, clearly amused. âEveryone else in your class is failing. Tanking my grades would only reflect poorly on you.â
Youâre perceptive. Super perceptive. And yet you have no idea just how much danger youâre in right now. And yet youâve never even noticed the persistent shadow following you across campus, lurking outside your apartment. âYouâve thought this through,â Joe remembers to say.Â
âNot really,â you dismiss the thought. âJust saying. Besides, itâs near the end of the semester.â
âIt is,â he agrees. Somehow that remark is what ushers in the finality for him. Youâre right: finals are next week. His class doesnât have a final. With the end of the semester, Joe wonât have an excuse to see you regularly anymore. Heâll track you down at that one coffee shop, lurk near your apartment, sure. But thatâs not enough for him.Â
âYou almost sound disappointed,â you notice. Because of course you do.
âCompetence is increasingly rare these days,â Joe says. The night air almost seems to warn him after that comment, rustling through his hair and sending a persistent chill through his bones.Â
âYou do have something of a reputation for being a stickler, donât you?â you murmur.Â
âNo one here knows how to write,â he huffs.Â
At that, the air between you falls silent once moreâcomplete with a tangible, stifling tension. Your eyes flit about restlessly, never seeming to settle on any one thing for long. Youâre steadily avoiding his gaze, as if meeting his eyes will confirm your suspicions. (It certainly will.) Joe allows it, if only because the sight amuses him.Â
âThis is me,â you then say, as the two of you stop in front of a nondescript building. Itâs not youâyou donât live here. Your building is down a block or two. Joe just arches a brow.Â
âYou donât want me to know where you live?â he asks casually, before he can stop himself. Joeâs getting closer and closer to crossing that same line he knows he canât come back from. But damn it, what else is there to do? Moving to London, adopting this new identity⌠none of it quelled that visceral, manipulative desire in his chest.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask slowly, breaking him out of his thoughts.
Joe has a choice to make. He can play dumb, let the conversation fall to silence and allow you to walk into that building you certainly donât live in. He can turn his back, pretending not to see you sneak out of the building minutes later and head to where you actually live. He can give you that small mercy.Â
âŚorâŚÂ
âYou donât live here,â Joe asserts. Youâre frozen in front of him. He finds himself satisfied to know he provoked a reaction in you, no matter how small. He canât quite give up the game nowâheâs just getting started. âCome on, then,â he says, putting a hand on your shoulder and steering you away from the building.Â
âWhere are we going?â you question.Â
âTo your apartment,â Joe answers.Â
You look unsettled, genuinely nervous. Joe feels a smirk rising on his lips before he can hide it. He grabs your forearm and leads you out of this building, heading down the sidewalk and towards your apartment building. âIâm going to die, arenât I?â you say at some point.Â
Youâre going to wish you did. âNot exactly,â Joe settles for saying, when he senses youâre still waiting for an answer.Â
You stare at him for a moment, before stiffening. You almost seem to find something in his eyes. âI can walk without your assistance,â you snap, trying to break out of his grip. Joe just tightens his hold on your arm. Heâs never been this close to you before: close enough to see the streetlights reflecting in your eyes, the unnerved pull to your lips, the tension stretching across your shoulders.Â
âDonât be difficult,â Joe says patronizingly, if only to irritate you a bit more. You look furious at the remark and he smiles, continuing to lead you towards your building. Â
âShouldâve trusted my gut,â you mutter quietly, talking to yourself.Â
âYou shouldâve,â Joe agrees, ushering you into the lobby and guiding you to the elevators. With the elevatorâs arrival, he leads you into the elevator before finally, regretfully, removing his grip. Upon pressing the button for your floor, heâs satisfied to find fear flickering across your faceâas you evidently realize he knows exactly where your apartment is. Joe wants to burn that memory into his mind forever, watching your reaction over and over again to pick it apart.Â
The elevator ride is quick and painless. At least, it is for him. Joe notices that youâre getting fidgety, though. And when the doors slide open to reveal your floor, you hover in the doorway. Joe just sighs, putting a hand on your back and leading you to your apartment. You only seem to be more disturbed as he does so.Â
âWell?â he demands somewhat impatiently, after a few moments pass and you donât say anything. You havenât made a move to unlock your door yet.Â
âI donât have my keys,â you answer. He huffs at the attempted lie.
âLeft pocket of your jacket,â Joe hums, looking at you expectantly. He watches as your hand explores your left pocket, emerging with your keys in your palm. âThere you go,â he says with a nod. And if you looked afraid before, you look completely terrified now.Â
âGo on, then,â he urges you. After a few seconds pass and you donât move, he takes the keys from your hand and swiftly unlocks the door. âAfter you,â Joe says, gently pushing you into the room and following after you.Â
He takes in the space greedily, connecting the objects to how they looked from outside. âNice place,â Joe eventually says. Youâre silent.Â
Truthfully, things donât usually go this quickly. Usually he gets into a relationship first, then manipulates the other person until heâs satisfied. But Joe canât discredit youâhe knows youâre not foolish enough to fall for that. You were suspicious from the outset, so he had to abandon his typical methods. Itâs a nice change of pace, though: you know exactly how dangerous he is.Â
And he doesnât realize heâs uttered that first sentence aloud until he sees the look on your face. âYou do this frequently, then?â you ask. âWhat, did you do this in America before you got here?âÂ
Joe keeps silent, knowing youâll decipher the truth. Indeed, your face falls and you bury your head in your hands for a momentâclearly sensing the gravity of the situation. He gives you a moment to yourself, instead directing his attention to the space around him. It does remind him of you, somehow. And isnât that a frightening thought?Â
âWhat happens now, then?â you ask quietly. You donât appear nearly as confident, now that youâre pinned under his gaze. âWill you kill me?â
âNo,â Joe responds far too easily. He doesnât ever want this game to end. No one has challenged him quite like you do. And heâs certain that, even when he seems to have you under his thumb now, youâll find a way to make things interesting.Â
âWhy not?â you whisper.Â
Youâre too interesting. Joe keeps the thought to himself, his hand exploring the adjacent wall and running over the various posters and photographs you have hung up. Heâs seen your apartment from the outside, but this is the first time heâs actually been inside it.Â
âThis apartment isnât big enough for two people,â you state, as if thatâs your most pressing concern. Joe chuckles.Â
âMine is,â he remarks, watching in delight as you process the implications of that statement. Several emotions pass across your face: dread, fear, anger. Then something like resolve gleams in your eyes and you move to get up. But Joeâs standing in front of you before you can even begin to head for the door. âDonât bother. You wonât escape me.â
And you wouldnât know, but you lost your chance at escape from the very moment you turned in that first essay. You surrendered yourself to his surveillance as soon as you walked into the classroom the next day. And your efforts at subverting his attention have only drawn him closer.Â
Joe stands in front of you for a while, before guiding you to sit on your couch. He bustles about the room, grabbing an empty backpack and beginning to explore the room. He goes to your closet first, taking a few outfits and folding them up before placing them in your bag.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you eventually ask, clearly unnerved by his silence.Â
âGathering your things,â he answers easily, grabbing a few things from your bathroom and stuffing them into the bag. âYou wonât be back here for a while.âÂ
Joe knows heâs only unnerving you more, with the way heâs mechanically making his way through your apartment as if he knows it like the back of his hand. He hears a startled inhale of breath as he grabs your medications and fights off a smile. Yes, you have no idea just how much he knows about you. Youâre only beginning to grasp it, because he wants to unsettle you.Â
âShall we?â Joe hums a few minutes later, slinging the bag he prepared for you over his shoulder. He doesnât bother to wait for your response before latching his hand on your wrist and tugging you along after him.Â
The elevator ride is silent. Joe realizes youâre finally looking at him. To think⌠all this time, all it took was a few drastic measures to thoroughly ensnare you. It doesnât quite matter that you look disturbedâthe fact of the matter is that youâre staring at him, trying to pick him apart the same way heâs been dissecting you.Â
When the elevator reaches the first floor and the doors slide open, Joeâs hand finds your wrist again and he leads you after him. The cool night air meets you once more. There are only a few people out this late at night, but heâs brutally aware of how uncomfortable you must look. Coming to an idea, Joeâs hand slips down to your hand and he interlaces your fingers. He can nearly feel your hand trembling in his. Your discomfort can now be interpreted as uneasiness being spotted on the street, holding hands with him. No one will understand just how much danger youâre in as you walk alongside him, pliant in his grip as he leads you towards your new cage.Â
Joe looks up to the polluted night sky, entirely void of stars, and smiles.Â

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Achilles x You x Patroclus hcs


Author note: this took way too long. But this is respond to the request I got for more of these two and the reader. Ngl- Iâm with them- Iâm a sucker for those boys (Patroclus save me-)
TW (Trigger warning): Not much. It starts off as fluff then slowly branches into angst sort. Has a few Yandere themes. Achilles being possessive along with Patroclus. Slightly out of character (but hey, itâs a fan fic). Achilles and Patroclus are lonely lads and want a third-
CW (Content warning)â ď¸: Slight coercion, manipulation (?), drugging with magical fruit. Forced imprisonment (?), Achilles and Patroclus are being selfish. This takes place in the modern world.
Basic summary: What happens when you decide to visit the underworld and meet two long dead heroes? Do you make new friends and form a bond or do you awaken something darker..?

đż- You were granted permission to visit the underworld. A privilege that wasnât given to many. It wasnât as simple as finding a secret passage and letting yourself in.
đş- No, Hades had gotten more stricter with all that. Not like the days of old where many heroes and mortals were able to just waltz on inside the land of the dead. You, however, were blessed enough to have the opportunity to explore and experience this world. Hades was kind enough to pardon you. As long as you followed a few simple rules of course.
đż- One such rule was âDo not eat of any fruit or food in the land of the dead.â Of course you took in his words and tried to honour them as best you could..however the moment you were granted access, that important rule slipped your mind. Now only full with excitement and wonder.
đş- You would traverse through the foreign terrain and territory of the underworld. Occasionally seeing Hermes and giving him a greeting or so. You saw unique plants and creatures..not to mention the Shades.
đż- For the most part the Shades were like people, living their lives in the Asphodel fields. Most of them paid you know mind while others would give you a simple wave.
đş- Eventually though m you find yourself in the Elysian. You werenât aware that you had traveled so far until a certain fiery blonde approached you.
đż- He was a bit taller than you, piercing green eyes and olive skin. He looked familiar but you couldnât quite place where you had seen him before. âA mortal in the land of the dead? Havenât seen one in yearsâŚâ He would mutter. A slight confused smirk on his face as he took you in.
đş- He had that thick Greek accent that Hades would have and thatâs when it hit you..this must be Achilles. He was a bit surprised to see a human all the way down here unscathed but he actually didnât mind all that much, especially after you introduced yourself.
đż- The two of you got to talking as you both walked through the valley together. He would ask you about how you ended up down here and you would explain your story. Of course he was a bit confused but he seemed to understand for the most part. Itâs been awhile since he had a conversation with the living..and he was enjoying this little blessing in disguise.
đş- Soon enough you both stumbled upon another man. He was a bit taller than Achilles (even if he was sitting by a tree you could tell) and his hair was a dark brown with lovely curls..his eyes were as grey as a brewing storm. His skin darker than the blonde next to you and he had visibly more scars than Achilles.
đż- It took you a moment to realise that this was Patroclus; only when Achilles went up to greet the other did it finally click in your head.
đş- Achilles obviously introduced you to his companion. And from there you all talked and got to know each other better. By the end of your visit you all made arrangements for you to come back and meet them.
đż- So over the course of the next few days youâd come down to the under world just to check up on the pair of ancient warriors. Youâd talk to them about life in the 21st century and they would teach about the ancient world.
đş- Obviously you took this to your advantage. Who needs google when you have the (not so) living proof right in front of you?
đż- But unbeknownst to you, a new feeling started to emerge inside both men. They liked youâŚthey both didâŚevery time you would come down to meet them, they dreaded sending you away when it was time to leave.
đş- They hated it. They couldnât help but worry. They didnât think it was right. How could they protect you if you werenât with them? Anything could happen once you left the safety of the Elysian.
đż- They both ended up talking and discussing a plan..a way to keep you down here with them. Thereâs no harm in that..right?
đş- âWeâre just trying to protect the poor dearâŚright?â Patroclus would say, as if he was trying to justify what they were about to do to you on your next visit.
đż- Achilles would scoff as an impish smile graced his lips. âOf course..the mortal should be grateful. Itâs the only right decision..â
đş- They both nodded to each other. Their plan was set.
đż- The next time you came to visit, it went as usual. You all talked, joked, and conversed about each otherâs day. You really enjoyed being around them and they LOVED being around you..
đş- Eventually though, your stomach grumbled. You were hungry, you would let out a soft groan. Whining about how you wish you packed snacks. Both boys grinned..perfect.
đż- They could now put their plan into action. Patroclus got up and went over to a fig tree, beckoning you over along with Achilles. âWell if youâre hungry, dear- why not take a fig from this tree..?â Patroclus asked softly. His voice was cool and calm, hiding any form of deceit or manipulation.
đş- You would stare up at the fruit before going on your tip toes and picking one. It was a pretty looking fruit and you figured it would be the same as the ones on the surface..however just as you were about to take a bit you paused. Didnât Hades warn you about having any form of food from the underworld?
đż- Your thoughts were interrupted when Achilles spoke up. He could see the doubt and hesitation growing in your mind and he was desperate to make you forget your uncertainty. âWhatâs wrong? Do you not like figs? We could get you something elseâŚâ He would say.
đş- You blinked and shook your head, telling him it was fine before you pushed your doubts aside and took a bite of the fruit. Besides, what could possibly go wrong? More than you think.. unfortunately for you..you had just made a grave mistake..
đż- You felt a little weird but you brushed it off as being tired, meanwhile the two men looked much too happy that you had eaten the fig from this land. Their plan had worked, you were as good as theirs.
đş- When you expressed you were feeling a bit drowsy they took it upon theirselves to get you a nice place to rest. Patroclus allowing you to rest your head on his lap as you drifted off. Achillesâ hand playing with your hair as you started to sleep.
đż- âItâs alright, dear..just rest..weâll be here when you wake up..â Achilles uttered, a slight smirk on his lips as he ran his calloused fingers through your hair. With his words you finally submitted to sleep.
đş- It was doneâŚyou were now theirs. You had sealed your fate, for better or worse..

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Helloo! I'm the anon who asked for the ghost headcannons, I loved it! Thank you so so muchâĄ
We love the ghost being a girls girl bcs yess and her just drifting past the sakamakis as if their nothing lmao
I was wondering if you could do headcannons of like each individual sakamaki when they find out that their significant other is from another world and is shifting to see be with and their a bit forgetful so they sometimes forget to shift
If that's okay!
OMG NO WORRIES Iâm very forgetful but I do have a story for you! Anyways here is your long waited fic!
Warnings:none
Parings- nb reader x Sakamaki brothers (separately)

Shu
At first, he didnât think much of you randomly showing up and then disappearing without a trace.
But soon, he would side eye the empty space you would sit at.
He didnât miss you.. itâs just that your presence has become the norm, and with you gone, the world is aâŚlittle restless. He was restless.
But again, you will show up out of nowhere, and he would grumble a âyouâre late.â
You would smile and apologize, snuggling close to him as he leaned you his headphones to listen to music. ah yes, this is much better. Again, he didnât miss youâŚ
heâs just used to you.
Reiji
He pressed the bringe of his nose as he looked at the clock itâs been a month, and yet you havenât shown up.
To say he was pissed was an understatement he was ENRAGED. How dare you not take account of his time with you?
He tapped his foot waiting, thinking maybe today was the day he got to see you.
He flinched a bit as he felt you hug his side, giggling. âIm back!â You yelled, and he responded with a hard pat of your head and scolding.
âWe made you a schedule just for you to ignore it?â He grumbled, and you apologized. âSorry I guess shifting time is different from regular time.â You said, thinking out loud.
Ayato
What a whiny boy he is constantly sighing and grumbling.
Checking the time and marking the calendar.
He would wait at where you last appeared and whisper. âI guess not today.â When you didnât show up.
Finally, when you did, he couldn't help himself from basically tackling you and bombarding you with questions with mixes of sulking.
âWhere have you been? Didnât I tell you to visit me daily?â He said, frowning, and you nuzzled him âI canât EVERY day sometimes I forget.â you replied, and the vampire pouted âtry then!â
Kanato
He was kinda scary when you forgot to visit him.
It was a mix of being clingy and delusionally jealous.
He would mumble to his teddy bear about missing you.
Then it turned into a spiral of missing you to wanting to kill you because their might be a chance that you have another favorite person in your world. How dare you.
So it wonât be a surprise when you visited he threatened your life.
âFor the last time Im not two timing you please put the fork down.â You said, and Kanatoâs eyes glare. âHow am I to know you're not lying?â He question.
âI forget ok! Iâm sorry! Look Iâll spend extra time with you today, ok? Promise!â You yelp, and the vampire pouts, looking at a cake next to him before stabbing it aggressively and shoving it in your face with a smile. âOk! Eat this itâs very sweet! Teddies favorite!â He cheered
Out of all of them, why did you pick this one?
Laito
Like Ayato, he is also rather clingy moaning and groaning about you but not in a whiny way but a princess waiting for her prince way.
He would pay no mind to you being gone, but if itâs too long, he tends to miss you so.
And youâre finally here appearing to him at the side of his bed. âI must be dreaming! If it isnât my dear loveâ he said, hugging at your waist, and you hum.
âSorry I took so long - promise to come back next time!â You said, and Laito pouts and puts on his whiny voice. âJust stay forever! Whatâs more important than me?â He demanded, hugging you tighter âI canât do that, you know why!â
He glances up to you before pulling you close to him âthen will you at least spend the night?â You nodded and agreed.
Subaru
He is ANGRY very, very angry he gets extra snappy when you arenât around
picking fights and breaking walls, he was like a hurricane passing the halls.
He would ruffle his hair in frustration when you donât show up in your designated spot.
He reminds himself he can live without you, so if you think not showing up will make him like you youâre WRONGâŚ
..But oh, when he sees you, he grows weak, but he canât show you that part of him... Not till you sweet talk him.
âAw Subaru, please donât ignore me." You plead as you watch him turn his head to the side. âWhereâŚhave you been.â He grumbled.
âIm sorry lifeâs getting busy- look. I promise not to take too much time next time, ok?â You said, tilting his head to you, his eyes finally looking at you, a twitch of tenderness escape his hard gaze. âFineâŚâ
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Ngl I had to google what shifting was đ itâs basically like lucid dreaming I think? Which is like really cool. Itâs kinda short n sweet idk how to make headcannons I kinda write like a book more than a list- tried to keep them mostly in character? Anyways Iâm sick! Winter sucks but the cold is so nice.
(P.S I thought I posted this n was scavenging my account thing I might have deleted it accidentally or it got taken down for an odd reason turns out it was stuffed in my 99+ drafts some where forgotten and dusty bc I clicked save instead of post (this happens a lot to me I need to delete some stuff) no longer sick but still am forgetful u.u
Anyways hope you enjoy !
Love yâall XOXOđđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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HOW THE HASHIRAS DO AFTERCARE
-Pt 2
â ď¸ warning: this one contains some mentions of sexual activities, tho not detailed it's not recommend for minors. Other than that is all sweet, enjoy!
GN reader pt1 here
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GIYU TOMIOKA

Tomioka is a very insecure man, and that kicks in as soon as he finishes and is no longer lost in pleasure, he will ask you all the questions not only to make sure you are ok but also that you liked it just as much as he did, what he could do better, if anything made you uncomfortable, he would like to be validated. Physical he would massage your sore spots, running his fingers through your skin with soft pressure wanting to just help you relax a bit, he likes long showers after too, hugging your body while the warm water fall on top of the two. He enjoys preparing your favorite food and watching while you eat with a smile. He do a lot of research on how to o take care of you, the good effects of aftercare, which actions demand special aftercare, he worries a lot about doing it right, is a way he found to validate to himself that he is a good partner.
SHINOBU KOCHO

She has everything prepared before even starting the action, leaving ointments and water within easy reach. She cares a lot about your health and makes sure you go to the bathroom after you finish, just like her. A warm bath to relax your muscles is always welcome while she checks you for any bruises. For a snack she likes to make a delicious tea and some of your favorite cakes (that she prepares beforehand if she is in the mood for some action that day). Words of affirmation are constant throughout the aftercare, always reminding you how much she enjoyed herself, how good you are to her and how proud she is to have you with her. Her knowledge makes her great with aftercare, ensuring not only your safety but also your happiness.
TENGEN UZUI

Tengen's aftercare is shared between him, his wives and you, a sweet moment where each one looks for bruises on the other while talking, always concerned about each other's well-being and satisfaction, smiles between soft kisses are always present. After finishing the caresses and physical care, with ointments and massage oils, everyone bathes and sits down for a meal while gossiping about everyday things, sex is something common in the house so although they always worry about aftercare, it is just another everyday attitude. If you two are alone, the difference is that his attention will be one hundred percent on you, distributing sweet kisses all over your body while ensuring your well-being, then a bath together where you will be hugging and kissing.
OBANAI IGURO

Obanai at first didn't cared about after care, it took him a while to understand the importance of proper aftercare, not that he would leave you alone immediately after, he would ask how you are and if you said you're good he would let you be, but with time when he opened up more and actually talked about it, he understood the importance of it and started practicing every time. He checks you for bruises, marks, scratches, he helps you stretching a bit after, he even start researching a bit about it. But his aftercare is more physical, he is not so good with words so he stays with the basic questions "are you feeling any pain?/are you okay?" and follows with that. Despite not being very verbal he loves cuddles, holding you close to his chest as if to make sure you're truly there for him and that you want to be with him. He would never admit it but he would like if you did some aftercare with him too, specially the verbal part that he lacks, reminding him he did good and that you like him the way he is.
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Author: Thanks for reading! Any feedbacks or comments are welcome and encouraged! Don't forget to drink water and take care of yourself!
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hi i would love to ask for a fanfic about akito yamada from "my love story with yamada kun" unfortunately the fandom is small so there's not enough smut abt him đ i really have a thing for drunk fanfics where the character takes care of the reader and then they do the boombayah đ i would love to see more writers write about my man đ about his personality i'd say he's a very calm and introverted guy and doesnt show much emotions (lets say hes a pretty stoic guy). Thank u sm đ
Drunken love
Wc:1.2k
Tw: Grammar mistakes (English is hard man)
An: Itâs been a while since I saw the show so I hope I got his character right
Drunk Reader
Yamada is incredibly caring when youâre drunk. Heâs the type to hold your hair back while youâre throwing up, make sure you have water and some painkillers ready, and take care of everything else you might need.
Heâd even cancel his stream for the day just to stay by your side. Sure, he might lose some money, and his guild members might be frustrated, but none of that matters to himâyou always come first.
Yamada is usually quiet by nature, but when youâre drunk, he becomes even more soft-spoken, making sure not to make a sound that could worsen your headache. Heâll stay close, cuddling you and gently playing with your hair until you drift off to sleep. Honestly, itâs impossible not to fall for him in those moments.
When heâs taking care of you, itâs hard to keep your thoughts from wandering. His soft whispers and tender touch are enough to make you melt. And the way he gets so overprotective when youâre not in controlâalways keeping a hand on you, staying within armâs reachâitâs overwhelming in the best way. At some point, you just canât take it anymore.
You call out, your hands fumbling aimlessly, grasping at nothing like a lost child. The room feels disorienting, but soon enough, you see Yamada rounding the corner, a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in each hand. He sets them down gently beside you, then helps you sit up, his touch firm yet comforting. Once you're upright, he helps you drink the water, steadying the glass so you donât spill or drop it. When you finish, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, his voice low and tender. "You're doing so well for me love," he murmurs, a smile playing at the corner of his lips before he helps you ease back down into the bed.Despite the fog of drunkenness, your mind can't help but drift back to him, to the way his touch lingers just a bit too long, the way his words make your heart race. The simplest actionsâlike drinking water or lying back downâsuddenly feel charged, making you feel flushed and restless. You try to dismiss the heat rising in you, telling yourself itâs just the alcohol. So when Yamada returns, sleeves rolled up and carrying a tray of food and more water, you knew it wasnât the alcohol but you ignored that and focused on the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt. It's not much, just a light build, but it's enough to make you ache for more. The sight of him, so effortlessly attentive, only heightens the tension building in you. You canât ignore it anymore.âYamada... Yamada... Yamada," you call softly, your voice faint, yet intentional. When he turns toward you, a faint smile tugging at his lips, you extend your arms toward him. He understands immediately and walks over, kneeling down until you're face to face. Seizing the moment, you wrap your arms around him, drawing him closer, and gently press your head into the curve of his neck.â he asks, trying to pull away just enough to see your face. But you donât let him, instead leaning in closer to whisper softly in his ear, âMmm, I need you.â He turns his head slightly, attempting to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks, but youâre relentless. You start trailing kisses along his neck, causing him to flinch and jump slightly at the sensation"Come on, we can't not when you like this," he says, trying to squirm away from your grasp. "But I want to," you add as you press your lips into his skin, but he doesn't utter a word until you rub your feet over his hardening cock causing him to hiss and dig his fingers into your ankle. "Fine, if that's what you wanted, I'll give it to you," he says, pulling his hair back with one hand, his eyes now filled with desire and his lips now ghosting across your thighs. "But don't be mad if I keep you up all night ok."
Drunk Yamada
Yamada becomes a bit more talkative and needy when he's drunk, which is quite different from his usual quiet self. Heâs also more touchy, so donât be surprised if he ends up crawling all over you.
Make sure you enjoy it while it lasts, because tomorrow, heâll be back to his usual silent, reserved self. If he remembers everything from the night before, heâll probably be even less talkative.
Of course, you take care of him the same way he takes care of you when you're drunkâkeeping water and painkillers on hand, cooking nice meals, helping him change his clothes, and everything else.
But naturally, you take advantage of his drunken state to tease him. You might coax him into telling you he loves you or treat him like a child until heâs blushing and a mess. Itâs a side of him you donât usually see, but Yamada doesnât mind, even if itâs a bit embarrassing.
"Come on, Yamada, just one more time, please?" you ask, pouting cutely.""No, I donât want to," he replies, his face flushed from both embarrassment and the sake he drank earlier. "You're just going to make fun of me again."I swear I wonât," you reassure him, placing a hand gently on his thigh. But he still resists. Sighing, you pull out your secret weapon. "Fine, I guess Iâll just have to leave you here then." You stand up, preparing to walk away. To your surprise, he grabs your leg and pulls you back. "Fine, I'll say it," he mutters, his eyes wide like a child. You sit back down quickly, pulling out your phone to record this moment. You knew you might not get another chance to capture him like this."I-I love you," he stammers, his voice still a bit slurred from the alcohol. Once he finishes, you turn off your phone, give him a quick kiss on the head, and ruffle his hair affectionately. "See you did such a good job," you say before getting up to go fix him something nice to eat but once again he stops you this time he gives you a lustful look "If did such a good job does that mean I get a reward," he says his hand now dragging up you thigh slowly "Come on Yamada your to out of it for that" you say before going back down to look him eye to eye but he jumps on you before you can speak again catching your lips in a deep kiss your tongues battling for dominance not stopping until you're both out of breath. You watch as the ribbon of saliva that was joining your lips broke, making you quiver with need. In the middle of your heated kiss, he managed to pin you down to the ground, your hands now bound above your head. You look at him, waiting for his next move, but when he doesn't do anything, you take this as your chance to tease him a little more. "Well, you got me down here, so why don't you come and take your reward?" you murmur, your lips ghosting over his. He gives you a short peck before nudging his head into the crock of your neck. "With pleasure," he says with a cute stutter, his lips now ghosting close to your ear, utilizing this opportunity to wrap your calf around his waist. "Well, I'm ready when you are, love."
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Hey! I really REALLY love all the David hc's and they are making me into camp for even longer then I thought I would be (been here for four years)! I was really hoping I could get some headcannons of David x S/O (any gender) who just likes sitting on his lap and hugging him while resting theyr head on his chest and/or shoulder? Nothing nsfw just cuddly when they are alone but most of the time stern and stoic with others? (The personality doesn't really need to be included!)
heya, glad you've liked them. :3 i'm gonna be honest, i haven't written anything for this fandom in about a year or more at this point [i'm not really sure] n i haven't entirely been into it for a while. that being said, i've been wanting to try to write more lately, so this is a pretty good excuse to.
David x Stoic Reader who Enjoys Sitting on His Lap
warnings: none
so, it's not super often that David has a chance to really sit down, he spends most of his time standing and running around
the only time he really gets to relax is when the campers are all [supposedly] asleep and in their tents for the night. even then he has a habit of taking walks due to his insomnia.
that being said, if you were to grab him in the right moment, he'd be happy to sit with you.
if you'd like he could play with your hair and stuff, especially if it's something that helps you relax after a rough day.
i will say he was initially a bit flustered by the idea, it wasn't something he'd expected you to enjoy and it was definitely something pretty intimate. that's not to say he took issue with it, of course, he was quite happy with it.
often ends up talking to you while you sit together, though that's to be expected. but if you'd prefer it to be quiet, he'd definitely oblige.
i feel like it's something that'd get him to relax enough to fall asleep at times, especially as you get further into your relationship. probably ends up apologizing a good number of times for it the first time it happens before you stop him.
i think it'd become a nice nightly routine. he still has his walks, taking you along if you'd like, but i think it'd be something he'd like to do before bed.
we all know this man is touch starved as all hell, he's GONNA make time for affection. [when he's able to]
tags:@masquerade-chaos,@invaderan,@artist-ember, @dominusfero
(sorry for the first tag in 50 years, if you'd like taken off lmk)
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Psssst, it's me, J, I may have a wonderful little request, but may I offer
Leona x ray of sunshine nonbinary reader, with top Leona trying to corrupt the reader with any kink of your choosing?
Oh, my dear, you have no idea how much I adore corruption~ This one may be a bit longer, but nonetheless, please enjoy~
Title: A King's Corruption
Characters: Top!Leona x Bottom!Enby!Reader
Contains: corruption, rough sex, choking
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Full request below the cut
All characters are 18+
MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI
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"Hey...I wanna try something new."
Leona gazed down at you from his hovered position, arms resting on either side of your head. His expression was serious but laced with hesitance. You two were in Leona's bed together, his large blanket over the both of you as if to cover the devil's dance when he asked his question.
"Oh Leona, of course! You know I don't mind trying new things with you." You softly smiled, gently caressing his face to further reassure the beastman. "What is it?"
"Well...it's a couple things but...first. I was wondering if...I could go rougher tonight."
He was always gentle with you. Despite his demeanor, he always played with you like you were fragile, and you didn't mind it. You adored how soft he could be, how careful yet filling he felt when thrusting into you. Though you had to admit, you felt as if something could be done to spice that up, you were just unsure of how to bring it up.
Though this didn't mean you were without hesitation. "Well...rougher how?"
"I'm...not sure? I just...I want to use my hands a bit more, move harder..."
In all honesty, you weren't sure how you would feel about this, but instead of shutting him down, you replied, "Let's try tonight. Nothing crazy, but you can use your hands a bit more, okay?"
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Leona carefully thrusted into you, his speed his typical, gentle pace, though this time he had your wrists pinned with his hands, the tips of his claws pressing ever so carefully into your skin. The air was full of sound, moans and gentle skin slapping.
"L-Leona~"
You had to admit, being pinned like this was quite blissful. Despite his gentle movements, you felt at his mercy, and it was quite exciting to feel. This was definitely more than okay with you now, considering just how incredible it felt under his hands.
Then, without thinking, you uttered, "H-Harder...~"
Leona's thrusts sputtered before stalling, as if he had to reach deep within himself to keep control. "A-Are you sure?"
You nodded with a hum, more than certain.
Though you consented, Leona was still careful as his roughness increased, yet that small bit was enough to pitch your moans, your head digging into the pillow. Who knew such little changes would feel so pleasant?
"F-Fuck~! L-Leona~!"
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Whenever you two were together in bed, a little bit would always be added at your approval. At one point, Leona had brought up the other thing he wanted to do, which was choking. Now that one you were hesitant on, but after your trial sessions similar to the roughness tests, you found that it was just as exhilerating. Throughout it all, you had wondered why you never brought it up before, or rather why you couldn't, but you were always greatful that Leona did so, saving you the trouble.
It wasn't until one night, after many many nights of boundary testing, you two were once again in Leona's bed. He was moving at a pace and roughness that would make demons blush. His hands clutched at the bedsheets beside your head, growling and panting as he fucked your hole with wild abandon. The way you screamed his name had urged him on so much that he was practically feral.
"L-Leona~! S-So good~ S-So fucking good~!"
Though one thing he wasn't expecting just yet was for you to grip at his wrist, startling him to let go of the sheets as you directed his hand over to your neck, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.
His heart throbbed with desire, his cock twitching inside of you as he gripped the sides of your neck, cutting off the bloodflow to your head as it gave you a blissful, fucked out expression. This was what he wanted to see. That sweet face he saw everyday, that sunshine-like, sweet person, reduced to a cock hungry mess.
Leona released your throat, giving you a moment's rest before gripping once more, slightly tighter. He gave a breathy, gravely chuckle as he watched you squirm below him with pitching moans.
"Y-You're doing so good for me~ Now...l-let's get you to cum like this~"
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Masterlist
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Archive Of Our Own
Sebastian Solace / Pressure (ROBLOX)
Sirenen Farben (Siren Colors) // Sebastian Solace x Masc Monster! Reader
From Rot Grows Flowers // Sebastian Solace x FTM SCP/Experiment! Reader
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Touchstarved (VN)
Vere:
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(More can be requested! For other AUs plz provide sources & a fic/Headcanons link for the versionâs personality you feel fits if you can! Need to have sm to go off of :D)
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đ° đđđđđđ đžđ đđđđ đ°đđ đľđđđđđđ ? II (DISCONTINUED)
Pairing ; Hazbin Hotel X G/N Teen!Reader
Warnings ; implications of Abuse/Manipulation
Word count ; 5.9K
Summary ; You and Rosie are on an outing together, purchasing clothing and eat a meal together! Little did you know you were about to start a new chapter in your life.
ââˇPrologue, ęĽ chapter I, ęĽ Chapter II
The grass excels a beautiful green color as it gently flows with the breeze, allowing it to pass through with multiple leaves and petals that have fallen from the mixed trees. The different trees sway softly as they sunbathe underneath the tropical sun. Thereâs a soft smell of grass and flowers that beams through the air.Â
The park is as empty as everâ not a sound can be heard. The flower gardens are overgrown and the benches are on their last leg, as vines have taken over the majority of them, painting them in the colors of nature; with the orange slowly but surely fading away.Â
Your eyes stare at the photo of Minori, Yuki, Rinku and you.. standing in this park on its dock with big smiles on your faces. You look so happy..Â
They look so happy.. you were at peace when you were with them.
You can still remember the scent from the picture, even if your only looking at it. You smile sadly at your phone, you miss them, you really do but your mother has restricted you from seeing them under the exam-season. Yes, you may have not obeyed that rule as youâve been meeting them in secret, but it still pained you that you werenât allowed to be with them.Â
According to your mother they were âbad influencesâ, due to them not being âstudy motivatedâ.Â
You have tried explaining to her that you did help them by tutoring them, she got very angry â or maybe annoyed was the right word? Either way she told you that it would stunt your own development if you needed to assist others all of the time instead of focusing on my own studies. Her claims were ludicrous, but she is your mother after all, and they.. do know best.Â
Your eyes scan the photo, it looks so cheerful, you were all doing silly little poses while smiling. The matching flowers you all decided to wear in your hair blends very well with the cherry blossom leaves falling in the background of the photo. The screen light is the only thing you can focus on right now, as the ends of your bittersweet smile can only grow.Â
That day was one of the best days in your life. You were able to clear your head, be away from your studies and you were able to be with your friends. It was an actual dream come true and you wanna go back to that moment.. maybe if you just space out you can relive that moment..
â[Name] what are you looking at, dear?â
Her smile is sweet, offering you your false sense of security like she always does. Or maybe it is real..?Â
You snap out of your day dreaming state, her voice fills the empty air as she speaks your name. Your vision blurs and you blink helping you regain your vision whilst putting your phone down â looking around.Â
You are standing in a darkened room, itâs filled with quiet whispers as they look at the different exhibits. Wait.. werenât you just at home? When did you go to the art exhibit. You canât seem to remember anything as your eyes fixate of your mother remembering her question.
âAh, i was just looking at the timeâ
You pause before you continue,
âI know you allowed me to have a study free day so i could join you at this art exhibit, and i am thankful that you wish for me to broaden my creative mind! So i was only checking the time making sure we didnât have to go home anytime soon!â
Lies, lies and more lies drip through your teeth, itâs like your whole life is built up on lies. Lies to please her, lies to please your mother. You feel your own body enter a dull state, slowly draining all your emotions like a puppet on a string, your eyes feel more dull, you can barely remember if you have blinked at all.. you force a smile as your eye twitches, luckily your mother didnât notice.
âIâm glad you are enjoying your time here, honey! How about we take a look at that painting over there?âÂ
She asks you; looking at you expectantly awaiting a response.
âYes mother, letâs! It looks quite lovely from over here.â
Her face turned into a pleased expression clasping her hands together as she begins to make her way towards the painting. You follow â having your hands intertwined as they sit in front of you. You keep a steady pace as you follow her, hearing a tap with every step you take. You swiftly make your way to a small crowd of people admiring the displayed painting.
You squish yourself into the crowd surrounding the painting. It reeked of perfume, it made your nose scrunch up as you felt the different fragrances collide creating that horrid stench. You look to your right â eyeing your mother before you follow her gaze letting yours land on the painting. It is a very strange piece.? It has a few lines and circles drawn on it. It barely had any variation with shapes or colors, it was a simple painting only using different shades of greens and blues. How do people enjoy this so called âartâ? It feels empty, thereâs no thought or emotion put into that thing.. thereâs no message the art is trying to forward, thereâs no eye catching features, itâs a whole lot of nothing. At least from what you can tell.Â
You grow restless.. the painting goes from boring to ugly, you donât want to see it anymore, no. You want to leave.. standing in the crowd makes you feel nervous, it feels as if a pair of eyes are always on you, the feeling haunts you and sends a shiver down your spine. Despite this spacious room and the fact itâs not filled to the brim with people you still fear that you are being watched, making you feel a need to make no mistake. Make no mistake. You canât make a mistake. Ever. Never ever. Why is the room so wide.. why is it so dark, why is it so cold..?Â
You exhale quietly and you swore you were able to see a little cloud form in front of your face due to the chilly air. A voice snaps you out of your strange day dreaming state once again.Â
âDear this piece has such value doesnât it?â
God, you really gotta stop doing this. Your neck snaps towards your motherâs direction, a forced smile stays plastered on your face.Â
âYes of course, i liked its creative aspects quite a lot.â
Lies, come on just speak the truth!
âAre you ready to move onto the next piece?â
Yes, you donât want to be here: you wish for her to let you go home.
âYes mother!â
You escape the rich scent making your way out of the crowd.Â
Clack. That sound echoed though the venue as the picture perfect mother and child makes their way to another painting, this one only had a few people admiring it and you mentally relaxed ever so slightly â knowing it wonât have that rich people scent all over the place. Your mother and you finally reach the painting, your eyes land on the colorful canvas and it reminds you of something.Â
The painting resembles a beautiful flower thatâs placed inside of a vase, that is on a cozy wooden table. The flower in itself struck you with such a spesific feeling, like something youâve seen before. It has such gradient colors and this is something that pulls you in. You could tell that the artist has put their heart and soul into this and there is definitely some kind of message that you might not be able to decipher â but you knew that this painting was something special.. Wait a minute..Â
Itâs as if a puzzle has been solved inside of your brain, a certain piece of said puzzle that has been misplaced finally finds its place. This flower is recognizable due to it being the same flower you and your friends were wearing in the picture! You feel a strange wave of happiness sending throughout your body, you feel like youâre back in control itâs you now, itâs really you. Like the strings have been lifted but you lifted them on your own.
âOh my god, [Name]? I never knew you were into art, what are you doing here!â
Arms wrap around your shoulders as you hear a chuckle, they spin you around only to lock you in a hug. Your eyes lay upon the figure whoâs hugging you, it was the one and only Yuki. She normally isnât this affectionate, but itâs probably due to the fact you havenât been able to meet her a lot recently.Â
âOh, dear is this a friend of yours?â
You freeze in Yukiâs grip feeling her arms gently let go of you, freeing you from her warm embrace. You donât want her to meet her, what if she.. disapproved.?
âYes mother, this is Yuki!â
You pause before you stand in the middle of the two your eyes mostly staying on your mothers.Â
Her snake eyes â eye Yuki up and down with a judgmental look before her face softens up and she smiles calmly.
âHello there Yuki, itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
ââśâ°Â n o  âąâˇâ
Your body leans against the oddly comfortable mattress in your newfound room. You had been in Rosieâs care for a few weeks now and you have grown quite fond of her. Rosie has always been such a darling to you, prioritizing your needs over her own. She has helped guide you throughout hell and thereâs quite a lot you had to learn.Â
You made sure to jot down the most important parts in a notebook, just in case. Your fingers trace alongside the surface of the notebook, it had a black cover with a rose on it. Allowing your thumb to fall on the cover of the notebook, opening it.Â
The first page has the headline âImportantâ on it. The handwriting was a very readable one, something your mother had taught you from an early age
âHaving a presentable writing style will make you stand out above the rest and bring you more job opportunitiesâ
Gosh, you really need to stop thinking about her, she isnât here anymore. She isnât here. Is she? You are your own dependent person now, heck Rosie is more of a mother than she ever will be. Your strings have been cut and you are no longer her puppet.Â
Youâre grateful for having Rosie take care of you, really. But the freedom hell was able to provide you was an overwhelming sensation to say the least.Â
Before you fell down to hell your mother controlled your whole life, from your clothes to the actions you made, it was all things she controlled on your never ending stage.Â
It was like you were acting in a one man show â creating the most pleasing stage performance to the person you were supposed to love and trust the most.
You were tired, really really tired and you had never taken a notice to this until you got an actual good nights rest your first few days here with Rosie. You were forced to be in bed rest by Rosie, and she was not taking no for an answer.  She has brought you meals, decorative items for your room and went to you just to chat about her emporium and other gossip. You listened to her rants, her voice had such emotion, emotion your mother never was able to give you. Rosie and you also had had conversations about the pain in your throat, she made sure to bring you all sorts of foods and drinks trying to help you get better, and within these few weeks it was like you were building up a kind of âtalk toleranceâ. You were now able to hold multiple conversations before your throat gives you the sensation of that sharp pain you felt once you first meet Rosie.
Speaking of Rosie, she wished for you to join her for an outing today.Â
You werenât quite sure what the outing was for but you knew she was going to bring you outside of cannibal town, that in itself is a rare occasion. You swing yourself off of the bed letting your feet land on the floor with a quiet âthudâ. You stand up and stretch, raising your arms towards the ceiling as you let out a yawn, stretching your sore muscles. You let out a satisfied exhale as you walking over to your drawer hearing a creek sound coming from the creaky wooden floors with each step you take.Â
You slip on some clothing that Rosie has been lending you over these past weeks, they might have been a tad big on you, you didnât mind though. You took a glance at yourself in the mirror, admiring your demon features before you fix your hair making you look presentable. You slip on some shoes before you reach out for the golden knob on the vintage themed door.Â
Your eyes look back to glance on the room once last time before you leave, making sure to hadnât forgotten anything, not that you had much to leave anyway..
Once you confirm that thereâs nothing youâre leaving behind you twist the doorknob and exit the room.Â
You make your way though the darkened hallway, itâs only light being provided by a little lamp at the end of the hallway. Your fingers trace along the cold wall as you walk to the end of the hallway. You really liked the vintage theme to the whole town, itâs just like the history books you used to read and it makes you feel welcome, you used to have a modern home back on earth so this was a nice change of pace. Your feet clack whilst making contact with the wooden flooring, your footsteps are the only thing that can be heard down the echoey hallway, you steadily reach the wooden stairs. Your hand reaches to hold the un-even railing of the staircase as you begin walking down it, carefully letting your hand slide down the railing to make sure you donât get any splinters. You stumble when youâre at the bottom step and clumsily make an entrance to the emporium.Â
You quickly straighten your backs and brush of imaginary dust off of your clothing, wishing to the seven rings of hell Rosie did not see your little mishap. Your eyes scan the area landing on Rosie standing behind the emporiums counter, you feel warm upon seeing her little smile as she counts money, it seems that her shop has been doing very well today! You feel a smile grow on your face as your legs gravitate towards the counter, step after step you slowly get closer to Rosie with your quiet footsteps tapping on the stone like floor. Rosie seemingly was stuck in her own world as you reached the counter and stood behind it, not sure if she was able to sense your presence. You were about to clear your throat to catch her attention but her voice interrupted your actions;
âAh, [Name] you have finally arrived, you know keeping a lady waiting is very rude nowâ oh Iâm just kidding no need to break a sweat over this dear!âÂ
She chuckles at her own ranting before she places the money back in the register, her fingers fiddles with a stubborn lock and you decide itâs a good time to ask her what you are even going to do.
âSo, Rosie. You have never taken the time to explain what exactly this outing is for?â
You say this wearing a normal expression, but your voice gives you away as it sounds more confused if anything.Â
Rosie lights up ever so slightly at the mention of the outing as she clasps her hands together,
âWell my dear [Name], we both know that you have been borrowing a lot my stuff since you have arrived here,â
She pauses wich leaves room for you to input an apology.
âYes about that Iâm sorry Rosieââ
âNo no! I do not mind at all, after all if i didnât wish for you to borrow my things i wouldnât have permitted you to use them.â
You knew arguing with Rosie about this wouldnât lead anywhere, she was a stubborn lady who stood her ground, you respected that and honestly kind of envied it. Itâs something you were never able to do, stand up to yourself.Â
Rosie places a hand on her hip as she continues with a soft look on her face.
âWell the reason for this outing today is that we are going to purchase you new clothing! I believe you would like to wear other clothing than what you are borrowing from me at the moment, hm?â
You have never really thought of it before, you were used to your mother purchasing all of your clothes so getting to borrow some from Rosie was nothing too different. Rosieâs clothing may have been a bit too oversized on you but it was nothing that hindered you, from work or anything of the sorts but you have been a bit interested in the world of clothing, maybe this is a way youâll be able to express yourself! Maybe a new start? You like the sound of that, the sound of you becoming your own person.
âWhile i donât mind wearing this, they are quite comfy after all! It would be nice with something thatâs a little more.. me.?â
The end of the sentence trails off feeling like youâre having a hard time choosing the right wording.Â
She chuckles and lets one of her hands fall onto your shoulder, patting it before making her way to the front of the counter. Your hands fold as you let them rest in front of you.
âShall we?â
Rosie says, offering you a toothy smile as you nod. The two of you make your way to exit the emporium.
ââśâ°Â s t u c k   âąâˇâ
The sound of you and Rosieâs footsteps straddling along the sidewalk can barley be heard as demons outside of cannibal town seem to be more indecent, loud fights and conversations followed along with blasting TVâs follow trough out the streets of the pride ring. Your eyes dart around the overwhelming streets. You feel rather tense, staying on guard with each step you take. With every passing second your muscles become more sore as you feel uncomfortable.Â
You never knew what to expect from hell.. but this was exactly like Rosie explained it â if not even worse..Â
You feel a slender hand find its way on the small of your back as it makes you stop in your tracks and urge you in a direction to a certain store. Your head swiftly turn only to see Rosie standing there with her normal grinning self looking down at you giving you a reassuring smile. Your head turns to the direction she is urging you in. It was a tailor store, and it was also the only eye catching store on the street as it was the only store that hadnât been completely torn.. You hesitate before reaching your hand out to the handle. your fingers slowly grip around the oddly long handle.. huh its strangely cold for something thatâs in hell. You inhale deeply trying to shake off the odd feeling youâve got brewing inside of you.
The inside of the shop has a very cozy feeling, it has very fitting colors that reminds you of the Victorian era. Thereâs very over-the-top fancy decors on both furniture and clothing with golden accents. Your eyes dart around the store landing on different mannequins dressed in all sorts of clothing, from frilly to pointy, casual to formal â thereâs a bit of everything in here.Â
âOh this shop has always had such a nice feeling to it, maybe i should ask them to be a part of cannibal town! Hahaâ
Rosie laughs at her little comment before her eyes dart to you,
âSo dear, what do you think? Where would you like to start?â
Her question makes you stop in your tracks, sheâs right, where should you start? You could start with shirts? Maybe pants? Maybe accessories â ugh.. this is gonna be harder than you expected.. you consider your options
âHow about we take a stroll around the shop? And see if i find something eye catching along the way?âÂ
She agrees with you as she follows you around the store.
You have a hard time at first, it was difficult learning how to figure out your likes and dislikes. You feel different pieces have different textures and colors, you now have an understanding for your mother who took a long time in stores like these â it was a struggle picking out outfits that would look nice together.Â
It takes you a second but you start warming up a little after Rosie points out a few articles of clothing here and there and not long after, youâve managed to fill a bag of clothes. You feel proud of yourself, itâs your beginning to the new you. The clothing youâve picked out is very different from what your mom used to choose for you. You were always told as a kid that you were dressing in such an âadultâ like-way, little did they know it was cause you never were allowed to choose clothing of your own.Â
You take a quick look through the bag feeling that youâve picked out enough clothing to fill out your wardrobe. Rosie was hesitating â feeling that you could pick out even more but she decided to sneak in a few more pieces just to help you out a little.
When you told Rosie you felt finished with your shopping the two of you went to the fitting rooms.Â
You feel the soft fabric of the curtain against your fingers as you open it with a bit of force. Rosie hands you the bag sheâs been carrying all of this time and you let out a quick âthank youâ before closing the velvet curtain allowing you to change.Â
Thereâs multiple mirrors in the dressing room and it feels so strange being able to see yourself from different angles all at once. You gently place the bag on the floor with a little âplopâ before you bend down picking up different pairs of shirts and trousers gently placing them on the little black wooden stool inside of the dressing room. You undress yourself, starting with your shirt, then the rest. You get kind of distracted being able to see yourself in the mirror in such a state, yes youâve seen your full demon form before but it still strikes you as odd no matter how many times you see yourself. Your hands hover over the shirts before you find one that sticks out amongst the rest as you pick it up. You raise your arms sliding your hands and head trough the holes of the shirts, and as its on you adjust the shirt smoothing out any wrinkles you can find. You smile to yourself, the shirt has a very soft color and it has a few frills adding some volume to it. Now all you needed were a pair of trousers, you find a pair that you see fit with the shirt and slide them on, you can feel the soft texture of the trousers and it is very comfortable.Â
You admire the outfit youâve put on in the mirror, it really suits you and you feel it brings out a whole new side from you. Huh i guess, âclothes makes the sinnerâ really is true!Â
âIâm done!â
You say in a louder tone, a tone audible enough for Rosie to hear but not close to make anybody else believe youâre an obnoxiously loud asshole.Â
Your voice tells Rosie that youâre done and her face turns to the silky curtains youâre hiding behind, looking expectantly at it. Your hands grab onto the velvet curtains struggling once again to slide the curtain open, but as it slides open you take a step out of the dressing room, resting your hands clasped together in front of you like you usually do. You were expecting a reaction from Rosie but you were certainly never expecting her to start clapping to the outfit youâve put together.Â
âMy, this is definitely better than i expected! It fits you so well, dear!âÂ
She coos followed along by a chuckle;
âGo on now, donât just stand there! Give me a little spin!â
You do just that, lifting the weight off of your feet as you give Rosie a gentle spin showing her your whole outfit.Â
She keeps on complimenting you and your outfit making you feel embarrassed as your cheeks grow warm.Â
âAha.. thank you Rosie, Iâm glad you like it.â
Your words were short but your voice sounded sincere, you are not used to all this attention sheâs giving you.. but you have got to admit that it feels nice.Â
âHere dear, try this hat on Iâm sure it will add  to your look quite a lot!~â
She gives you a playful wink, followed by her hands reaching out for your head, gently placing the hat on you. Your head turns to look into one of the mirrors in the dressing room. You felt a bubbly feeling inside of your chest, you just felt so happy.. you looked so pretty â and itâs all thanks to Rosie letting you be, well you! You smile feeling a little tear build up, but you softly rub your eye and turn back to Rosie with a smile, an authentic smile.Â
âThank you Rosie!â
You chuckle along side with her as she pats you on the back;
âOf course dear, you look lovely!â
Her hands move from your back to your shoulders before she urges you into the changing room once again, she lets go of your shoulders once youâre in the room and grabs onto the curtain.
âTry on those other outfits now! We donât got all day i still have a few things planned for us!â
You felt very confident after the interaction. Rosie has been nothing but supportive and that doesnât change as you try on the different outfits. She praises them one by one and it was strange.. you donât remember placing some articles of clothing in the bag? Oh well, it worked out in any case so thatâs fine. When you were done with the little âshopping spreeâ you felt famished and Rosie suggested that the two of you headed to a restaurant that she had been eyeing for a while, you trusted in her style and the two of you made the way to a restaurants. It was a very classy restaurant and multiple sinners where there, sinners with more money and have a higher status in hell. You may not really be important to hell but you are in important company. You believe you recognize multiple of the sinners there. At one of the tables you believe that Carmilla sits there along side with her daughters, on another table across the restaurant your able to see the Veesâ their loud and obnoxious well at least Vox and Valentino is Velvette couldnât care less it seemed. A sinner came up to you and Rosie bringing the two of you to a table thatâs placed far away from Carmilla and the Vees.Â
The table presented in front of you seems to be in a more secluded area as multiple tables were empty. You thanked Lucifer for being in a less crowded space. You feel your tense shoulders soften up and only then you realized how truly tense you have been this whole outing. You exhale quietly before pulling out the chair thatâs presented before you, it is a very.. normal chair, nothing special like you thought this place would be since Rosie seems to prefer class. You sit down onto the not-so-soft chair.Â
âYou seem to have finally relaxed dearie, did you not enjoy your free shopping spree?â
She says that with a smug expression on her face as she sits down and crosses her leg over the other.
You feel a bit panicked â swiftly trying to explain yourself,
âNo thatâs not it at all Rosie! I appreciate your help! Hell is just â hell you know..!â
You chuckle quietly at your own pun as Rosie chuckles alongside you.
âWell i certainly canât blame you for that, in any case dear welcome to one of my favorite restaurants in hell! Now i do prefer.. meatier meats, i assumed you were not into trying that yet, am i right?â
You nod not really saying anything, and after a second or so a waiter comes up to the table in a strangely good timing. You look at the waiter and they look tired, like they hate their job â you expect to hear a tired annoyed voice as they speak;
âWhat would you like Miss Rosie and..?â
âMx. [Name] is fine!â
Their voice was strangely happy as they handed out the menuâs,
âSo, what would the two of you like? Or shall i circle back later to take your order?â
You pick up the menu to scroll trough it quickly, there was a lot of options with really fancy names that honestly were hard to read.. but you did regonize some of the desserts.. âcheesecakeâ âVelvette cakeâ âcupcakeâ âangel food cakeâ hmm.. there is a lot of cake in hereâ wait! Angel food cake? Sign me up! You softly place down the menu noticing how both Rosie and the waiter was starring at you rather intensely and it made you feel nervous, so you stutter as you speak;
âI..l have the angel food.. cake.â You pause;
âPlease.âÂ
Rosie smiles and looks to the waiter,Â
âwell you heard the little darling, one angel food cake, and double it!â
The waiter scribbles in their little notebook with their tired face looking more lively now.
âAnd what would you like to drinkâ
You felt the day has been kind of tiering, so a simple water couldnât do you any harm.
âJust some water..â
The waiter nods and glances at Rosie whom just nods quietly telling the waiter she was going to order the same as you. The waiter quickly scribbles on the notebook before taking their leave the two of you to chit-chat.Â
Your eyes wander around the restaurant not specifically looking at anything in particular. Time feels â awfully slow for some reason, tick, tock ,tick ,tock.. the clock clouds your brain.Â
Its ticking reminds you of the late study sessions, the smell of your room. The god awful smell of cleaning products.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.Â
The day of you dying came back to you. The moments pretending to spare your mother only to murder her in cold blood. You remember her face, it was an expression you had never seen from her before - but you knew it all to well.Â
It was an expression you had worn multiple times before, she had made you feel so small.. so little, she got what she deserved .. right? Right. Im sure youâre just being dramatic, she never did you any good! She only feed you, bought you clothes, gave you a roof over your head she even made you mealsâŚ. all you had to do was study⌠no, no thatâs not true stop!
â[Name] dear, youâre spacing out again, what are you doing in that little brain of yours hm?â
Your eyes flutter in confusion, your nose has now been filled with the scent of angel food cake, your pupils darted to the plate of dessert in front of you, it looked just like it did back on earth. Your eyes darted to look at Rosieâs and her expression is difficult to read, thatâs Strange your normally swell at reading emotions.
âSorry,â
Your voice sounded quiet and you raised it to a normal speaking volume;
âWhat were you saying Rosie?â
The lady chuckled at you before lifting a little fork in her hand taking a bit of the angel foodcake before placing it in her mouth, quickly swallowing it as she answers your question.
âWell pay attention now, for what Iâm about to say is important.â
You nod at her statement letting your eyes remain on the gray ladies pupils as you pick up the silverware in your hand, the fork is small and you slice off a bit from your dessert parting your lips as you try the delectable dessert. The flavor beams through your mouth, itâs a bit too sweet for your taste but it makes you happy. You happily listen to Rosie as you chew on the little treat.
âIt has been a lovely time to have you around the emporium, and you have brought me a good business Iâll tell ya that! But i believe itâs time..â
She pauses â you presume itâs for dramatic effect as you keep eating pieces of the angel food cake.
â..for you to go to the hazbin hotel.â
You choke on your dessert a little, your hand reaches out for the water as you quickly pour the liquid down your throat, to wash the stuck piece away. What did she just say. The hazbin hotel? The one she has spoken about before? Redemption? you? â hah no way!Â
You have stopped eating now and the little fork you used to hold in your hand has now fallen onto the plate, you donât react through. Your expression is so confused, scared, surprised a whole package deal.
âNow dear, calm down youâll be allowed to visit me anytime! I just believe you shouldnât be stuck in hell for eternity, sure! You fucked up.. yeah you may be flawed, but i can tell that youâre a good kid, [Name].Â
âEven if i donât believe in redemption, go prove me wrong with that strong will of yours!â
..does she actually mean that, does she believe you can be redeemed? You killed someone, but she still believes in you.. you take a deep breath â inhale, exhale.
âAre you.. are you sure.. i mean Iâm not doubting you Iâm justâ what if they wonât accept me there..?â
Your voice struggles with the sentence youâre not sure what to say.. it all just feels like a big decision to make on a whim. Your hands fiddle with anything they can get their hands on and Rosie smiles sadly at you whilst your eyes dart down to look at your hands.
âIâm sure you will dear, and if anything and i mean anything bothers you, the emporium will always be open.â
Her words were calm, comforting even â but now her words weight on you. You want to do your best for Rosie.. but can you?
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Of course you can.
Your [Name] after all.Â
ââśâ°Â y o u ?  âąâˇâ
You wave a nervous hand to Rosie before you turn a 180, allowing you to get a good view at the hotel. It is huge but has a very.. strange appearance, also itâs located on the side of the town isolated from everything elseâ thatâs one of the weirdest things ever! You can feel your heart raising as you being walking up to the hotel, one step after another.Â
When you are stood at the door you take some deep breaths, come on! You have got this [Name]! You hesitantly reach your hand out to the handle before gently opening the door.
ââśâ° E N D âąâˇâ
Sheesh, this was a long one! The author apologizes for the delay on the chapter and would like to say that he will publish chapters around every 2 weeks! He tries his best and nitpicks a lot on his story wich can delay the writing! He would also like me to inform that thereâs now a tag list, so if you are interested please go ahead and tell us in the comments!
Thatâs all Iâve got to say for now, so i hope everyone enjoyed this story-telling session and i hope to see everyone back for more next time! Bye-bye now!
(Thanks everyone for the support on the recent 2 parts of this series, it makes me so happy to see people enjoy reading it and the reblogs has brought big smiles to my face! Thank you everybody sm<3)
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đ¨đŚ | Winter car troubles.


fandom: Hetalia. pairing: Canada x gender neutral reader. summary: You have just recently moved to Canada and are experiencing a harsh Canadian winter for the first time. Your cute neighbor, Matthew, notices you struggling with your car and offers his help. genre: Meet-cute, fluff. warning(s): Light cursing. word count: 1,909 words. authors note: uhhh not sure how much I like this but practice makes best right?
Maybe moving to Toronto was a mistake.
You look out the window worriedly, sighing and shifting on your feet before taking a sip from your cup of coffee. The view outside was gorgeous but worrying. Apparently, yesterday's light snowfall had devolved into a raging snowstorm while you were sleeping. The streets were covered in a thick layer of powder snow, making every surface white and shimmery. The trees outside looked white, their branches bearing a similar thick layer of snow as on the ground. The snowfall had calmed down significantly, barely a snowflake to be seen, but had left a small winter wonderland in the Canadian city. Unfortunately, the beautiful sight also meant everything was freezing and under the glistening snow hid a thin but dangerous layer of ice.
You sigh, tearing your eyes from the painfully white scene and deciding to get ready instead. You had never experienced a true Canadian winter, leaving you unsure about what to expect. Despite the new, unexpected, challenge you still had to get to work. After throwing on your work clothes, you make your way to your front door. The thick coat you had thought wise to invest in when the weather turned colder would keep you warm enough, your boots armed with grips on their soles to keep you from slipping. You open the front door, being immediately met with a rush of cold air, unpleasant air.
You step outside and close your door, humming a bit. After a minute or so of being in the cold, it really wasn't so bad. The breathtaking snow laden neighborhood helped too. You look around as you walk to your car, smiling to yourself. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Sure, it was cold but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. With renewed hopes for a comfortable future, you reach into your pocket and pull out your car keys. Those renewed hopes were quickly crushed as you encountered your newest challenge. You align your key with the hole and attempt to push it in. Keyword, attempt. You tried your best, really! They key however, clearly hellbent on ruining your day, would not go in.
These attempts repeated for about 5 minutes before you gave up, staring at your car door confused and incredulous. You'd checked the keyhole, nothing was in there that you could see. You huff and frown, considering breaking your car window to get in when you heard a voice from behind you, "Excuse me, are you alright there eh?" the soft voice inquires. You turn around quickly, letting out a surprised sound at how close the stranger stood behind you. You didn't hear him walk up at all. Must have been the snow muffling any noise. You stutter a bit, surprised, "I'm alright, just having some car troubles" you explain, suddenly feeling embarrassed. How long had he been watching you struggle with your car key? God, that's such a stupid problem.
Now that the initial surprise of his appearance died down, you take a better look at him. He had fluffy blond hair, round violet eyes you could have gotten lost in, and was wearing rectangular glasses. He was wearing a mountie uniform, a soft, kind smile on his face. He looked handsome. You smile back nervously, now even more worried about looking stupid in front of the mysterious handsome man. An amused look crosses his face at your response, "If you're having trouble getting your key in, your car lock is probably frozen" he supplies helpfully. In spite of the bitter cold air, you feel your face heat up. His voice was surprisingly high at first, but it fit him. His tone was so soft, his voice low but not as if he was whispering. It was relaxing and mesmerizing. You swore you heard a faint French accent too. After internally gushing about the stranger's voice, you finally processed what he had actually said, "Oh! That can happen?" you ask, surprised. He nods and you could've sworn his face was getting red too. It must've been the cold.
After the flustering rush of emotions, the next thing you feel is panic, "Shit! Frozen?! I can't, I have to leave-" you pause momentarily to check the time, "now! Fuck!" you curse under your breath, looking frazzled. Okay, maybe you could call a taxi and- your rush of thoughts were interrupted by the pretty stranger speaking up again, "It isn't that hard to defrost it but if you need to leave now, I'm leaving for work too, I could give you a lift eh?" he proposes, his kind, uniquely violet eyes fixated on you. You paused for a second. You aren't stupid or naive. You shouldn't be getting into strange men's cars, no matter how good they look. But if you were late for work you might get reprimanded and that definitely wouldn't be good. Seeing your hesitation, the stranger starts to apologize for making such a bold proposition. You look at your car again before deciding to throw caution to the wind and accept his offer. You reassure him it was okay and he was sweet for offering his help. Did his face get redder? You then tell him that, if it really wasn't any bother, you'd really appreciate a ride.
Next thing you know, you're in the handsome strangers car, which smells, surprisingly strongly, of maple syrup. He has a polar bear cub on the backseat he occasionally throws a quip at. On your way to your work, you start talking to him. You need to coax him a bit, he seems shy and reserved. Turns out, he's your next door neighbor, "Really? How come I've never noticed you? I could've sworn I've met all my neighbors..." you muse, a bit puzzled. What you could swear is an upset look flashes across his face before he shrugs, "People don't notice me often, I blend into the background a lot apparently" he explains in a small mumble as he takes a left turn. You hum, feeling slightly bad for not noticing him before. A smile creeps onto your face as you shrug too, "Well, we've met now, and I'm glad for it. I can't believe I didn't notice a face like yours" you shoot back, deciding to test the waters a bit. His face flushes as he glances at you, smiling almost nervously, "Ah, thank you eh" he replies, mumbling more than usual. The polar bear cub swings at him from the backseat and he squeaks a bit, reprimanding it in a soft voice. You smile to yourself, cute.
The rest of the drive passes by much the same way. You learn his name is Matthew Williams, he has a brother, he is a mountie and has been living in Canada forever now. He offers to come help you unfreeze your car lock once he's home and you take him up on the offer. The more you get to know him, the more you feel yourself melt and get swept up in the coup de foudre more. You throw the occasional flirty glance or comment, savoring his red face and seeming inability to answer to them in any way. Despite the shy and easily flustered side of his personality, you gather Matthew is actually quite sassy. He talks to you about the other neighbors, making passive aggressive comments and sassy remarks about their behavior, making you giggle and smile almost uncontrollably. Surprising yourself, you find you are sad when it comes time to leave the car and head into the workplace. You don't usually take to people this quickly. Matthew smiles at you and tells you he'll back to pick you up when you end work.
And so he does. He shows up exactly when you told him you'd end. You hop in his car and he starts driving back to your homes. The drive back is just as fun as the drive there. You both talk and laugh and discuss how your work days went. You feel like it took about half the time it usually does to get home. Once Matthew pulls into his driveway and parks the car, you both get out and head over to your car. He takes a look at it and instructs you to wait before heading inside his house. He comes back out with an aerosol deicer and sprays the keyhole, then moves back. It does the trick, your key works now. He hands you the spray can with a smile, "You should keep it, you'll need it again and I have too many eh" he tells you. You take the deicer, sighing, "Matthew, you're too nice. Come over for dinner at least, let me make you something!" you offer, his cheeks starting to become red again. After reassuring him it wasn't much trouble, he accepts and you agree to meet at your house in an hour and a half.
The time passes quickly and before you know it, you hear your doorbell ring. You rush over, opening the door nervously and inviting Matthew in from the biting cold. You've both changed into more comfortable clothes, and he looks just as good as he does in a uniform. The polar bear cub follows him into the house, staying close to his leg. He thanks you for the dish as you both sit down to eat, complimenting you on it, and your house decor, all throughout the meal. You, in turn, thank him for driving you to and back from work, slipping in some flirtatious compliments about his looks. He must be more comfortable because this time, he returns the flirting awkwardly but you can tell he's trying to be serious about it. A quick dinner turns into a gossip session, turns into just talking about anything and everything and before you know it, its been 3 hours.
You laugh at the story Matthew just told you, looking at the clock, "Oh god, its so late, I should be going to sleep soon" you point out, feeling a small pang in your chest. You don't want to stop or for him to leave but you both need sleep. He looks up at the clock and makes a small gasp, nodding, "You're right, I should get going too. Thank you for dinner, again" he replies, his voice just as soft and shy as this morning. You accompany him to the door, "Goodnight Matthew, thank you again for everything. I had a lot of fun today" you tell him, a smile on your face and a blush on your cheek. He smiles nervously, nodding, "Don't worry about it eh, I had lots of fun too" he agrees. You can tell he wants to say something more but he doesn't, biding you goodnight instead and turning to leave.
After a quick moment of consideration, you shout after him, "Matthew wait!" he turns around, "Do you wanna have dinner again sometime? Properly this time, at a restaurant" you offer and he can definitely see your blush now. Matthew looks like he might pass away on the spot as he stutters. He finally manages to get out some vague form of agreement after the cub hits his leg, before almost running back to his house. You giggle to yourself, cute. You close your door, locking up the house for the night. As you think about the day's events, only one thought prevails.
Maybe moving to Toronto wasn't a mistake.
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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance Christmas Special
Saiki Kusuo x Reader
Christmas Special
           âKusuo, the cookies are ready!â said (Y/N), pulling the pan out of the oven. âOw.â They hissed as the metal pan burnt their finger for a second. They drew it back and shook it out.
            âDonât hurt yourself,â said Saiki. His psychokinesis picked up the tray and set all the cookies to cool down while he also healed (Y/N)âs finger.
           âThanks, Kusuo,â said (Y/N), smiling and kissed his cheek before walking to a cupboard.
Behind them, Saiki eyed the cookiesâshaped like little peopleâand one began to float into the air.
           âNo eating them until weâve decorated,â said (Y/N), not even having to turn around. They knew their boyfriend well.
           Saiki let out a mighty sigh, and (Y/N) just laughed, holding icing and sprinkles. âTheyâll be even more delicious when weâve finished and they have icing, and you know it.â
            âFine,â said Saiki. Not only did he know they were right, but, as usual, he was unable to say no to them (which was maybe why he thought they were rightâŚchicken and the egg problem).
           âI was thinking we make our friends,â said (Y/N), excitedly setting out the icing. âIâve gotten better at cookie art, and I think I can make chibi-versions of them on these gingerbread men.â They smiled excitedly.
            âWho are our friends?â said Saiki, feigning ignorance.
           âYour âbothers,â as youâve nicknamed them,â teased (Y/N), knowing he cared. âWe have enough gingerbread for a bunch of friends. I was thinking at least Nendou, Kaidou, Kokomi, Miko, Chiyo, Akechi, Hairo, and Toritsuka.â
            âHeâs our friend?â Saiki was really doubtful of that.
           âHeâs a perv, but heâs got his moments,â said (Y/N), shrugging. They grinned. âBut weâre not including Saiko.â Giggling, they pretended to be posh and put on an accent. â âYou didnât capture me well enough, and I have my chefs prepare an entire cake designed after me every year!â â
           Saiki smirked. That was a good impression. âWho do you want to make?â He would let (Y/N) choose first so they could have as much fun as they wanted.
           âHmâŚMiko, Kaidou, Kokomi, and Chiyo!â said (Y/N) with a grin.
            âThen Iâll do Nendou, Akechi, Hairo, and Toritsuka,â said Saiki.
           âLetâs get to work,â said (Y/N) excitedly.
           Saiki nodded and got to work. With his psychokinesis and art-related abilities, he was able to represent the people he knew fairly well (and by âfairly wellâ he meant perfectly but then he dumbed it down so they looked funnier). They all had school uniforms on, but Nendou had little question marks to represent how thick he was, Akechi had giant white âtext boxesâ with scrawls of black to represent his rambles, Hairo had his usual energetic fire around him, and ToritsukaâŚwas just Toritsuka. If Saiki added too much of his personality, it would be inappropriate. âŚMaybe heâd add a tiny ghost and that would be enough.
           On (Y/N)âs part, they were also hard at work. Cookie Miko had sprinkles as barrettes all over her head, and (Y/N) carefully placed a round sprinkle in her hand as her crystal ballâthey had been really excited to find those for this reason. Cookie Yumehara was also turning out quite nicely with some heart sprinkles around her because of her romantic personality. Cookie Kaidou was a lot of fun since (Y/N) added an âevil auraâ around him for his battles of magic against Dark Reunion. Hey, they might tease him for it, but it was a cute, creative outlet. Satisfied with his cookie, (Y/N) put it with Cookie Yumehara.
            Cute, they thought, smiling.
           Teruhashi was next. (Y/N) happily made their friend with blue hair and put her in the same pose as everyone else. They added the golden glow that followed her around afterwards and nodded in satisfaction. Teruhashi looked adorable even as a cookie, unsurprisingly.
           Saiki watched (Y/N) work and looked at the remaining cookiesâtwo. Floating one to him, he didnât even have to think. He knew who he wanted to make. (Y/N) reached over and picked up the final cookie and smiled to themself. They knew who this was going to become.
           It was silent except for the soft Sinatra Christmas music playing through the house until (Y/N) and Saiki finished and looked up. Excitedly, (Y/N) smiled and looked at the tray of cookies.
           âThey all look so good! You added their personalities, too!â said (Y/N), grinning. They knew he cared and paid attention to his friends. âThatâs so cute.â
            âTheyâre so loud itâs impossible not to notice,â said Saiki.         Â
           âUh-huh,â said (Y/N), shaking their head and grinning.
            âYours look good,â said Saiki, seeing their knowing look. He saw through him like he was transparent. And I like it. No point (or ability) to lie there.
           âThanks!â said (Y/N). âI tried to make it look like everyone and have important parts of them.â They paused and grinned. âAnd I made one moreâhere.â From behind their back, (Y/N) held up a Cookie Saiki.
           Saiki stared. It had his glasses, power dampeners, everything down to his deadpan expression. However, it did have a tiny sprinkle heart on his chest where his own heart would be. Oh, wow. It was soâŚsweet. (Y/N) saw him so nicely.
           âDo you like it?â said (Y/N) nervously.
           Saiki looked at them. âOf course I do.â He picked up another cookie. âAnd this one is for you.â He had also meant to surprise them by creating a Cookie (Y/N).
           They let out a surprised and pleased laugh, looking at the cookie. It had them in a little bakerâs hat with hearts on it, and they were smiling widely. âItâs so cute,â said (Y/N). They smiled just as widely as the cookieâs expression and looked at Saiki with shining eyes. âI love it, Kusuo.â
            âI love you,â said Saiki, the words coming quickly.
           (Y/N)âs smile softened to a loving, gentle one. âI love you, too, Kusuo.â
           They put the cookies down and held out their hands. Saiki nodded, and (Y/N) hugged him. Saikiâs hands raised and pulled them close.
           âMerry Christmas, Kusuo,â whispered (Y/N), leaning back only so they could look him in the face.
            âMerry Christmas, (Y/N),â said Saiki. He leaned in to kiss them, and (Y/N) kissed back happily.
           The (Y/N) and Saiki Cookies lay side-by-side under the glow of Christmas lights, together just as (Y/N) and Saiki would be forever.
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underestimated
pairing: House/Reader (no explicit romance)
reader is referred to with they/them pronouns. otherwise, race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used.
word count: 1.6k | ao3 version
author's notes: I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to this fandom. I've never watched the seriesâI've only watched Trixie and Katya watch it.
But I have a weakness for arrogant savant doctors who are given a swift reality check when they experience a career-threatening disability. Cough cough, Stephen Strange. Cough cough, Lawrence Gordon.
We knew this was going to happen eventually. I've outrun my fate for long enough.
Enjoy!
âIâd like to speak with another doctor. One with more experience. Whoâs your supervisor?â
Everything around you seems to grind to a halt, as you stare at your patientâs father in disbelief. You went through years of schooling; participated in extensive specialized training; and incurred an ungodly amount of student debt to finally earn your reputation as a doctor⌠All for someone to disrespect you in a single breath? You stare at the man for a long moment, swearing you can hear your ears ringing as you process just what he had the audacity to say to you.Â
Due to your relatively young age, youâve been forced to grow accustomed to skeptical looks and backhanded remarks. Youâve been confused for a nurse more times than you can count, despite the undeniable fact that you wear a doctorâs coat instead of scrubs. There have been many times when you felt as if you were being subtly judged, but never has someone had the gall to blatantly disrespect you like this.Â
Realizing youâve been stewing in silence for longer than socially appropriate, you mutter an excuse to leave before departing from the room. You grit your teeth and try not to notice how quickly your heart is racing in your chest. Youâre so concentrated on the frustration brewing in your chest that you arenât watching where youâre going, and you accidentally bump shoulders with someone.Â
âHey, watch it, speedster.â Broken from your thoughts, you look over to find Dr. House staring at you in mild amusement. You feel an ugly emotion stewing in your chest at the thought of what you need to request of him.Â
âMy patient needs you,â you manage to choke out. There are a plethora of negative emotions running through you now: anger, shame, frustration, disbelief. Youâve been underestimated before, but never so overtly. It feels like a slap to the face.Â
House lets out a loud sigh. âWhat have I told you?â he says, shaking his head in annoyance. âEveryone needs me. Theyâll have to get in line.â He waves flippantly with his free hand.Â
âNo, I meanââ you choke off, struggling to keep your composure. You take a slow breath, pretending not to notice how the doctorâs gaze intensifies in its scrutiny. âHis parents asked for my supervisor.â
House stares at you for several long moments, studying your face as if looking for any traces of dishonesty. When he doesnât find anything, he frowns. âThey did?â
You nod. Your fists clench at your sides as you struggle to fight off your distress. This shouldnât be bothering you as much as it is. You shouldnât care what anyone has to say about youâleast of all, two complete strangers. That recognition does nothing to rid you of your spiraling thoughts, however. âThey wanted to speak to someone with more experience,â you remember to say. Your voice sounds a bit hollow, but you canât tell if youâre imagining that.Â
Dr. House stares at you for several seconds. âOrdinarily Iâd say Iâm much too busy,â he reasons, leaning on his cane as a speculative expression passes across his face. âBut, would you look at that? My schedule has suddenly cleared up.â
Thereâs a vindictive glimmer in his eyes now and you quickly try to backtrack. âHouse, itâs fine. Iâll go get Dr. Cuddy or something-â You suggest, suddenly a bit nervous.Â
Dr. House interjects before you can make any more excuses. âWhat room is your patient assigned to?â he questions, not even bothering to acknowledge your weak justifications.Â
â213,â you respond.Â
âExcellent,â he says, his eyes already set on the end of the corridor. House has already made up his mindâitâs too late for you to object. Youâre forced to watch regretfully as he heads down the hall towards your patient. You can only hope you havenât just made a big mistake.
Dr. Gregory House enjoys having a staff that isnât entirely useless. He never wouldâve described them so positively beforeâbut maybe you have something to do with that. Ever since House hired you, heâs been a little less annoyed at work. Itâs hard for most people to notice, but Cuddy and Wilson are particularly perceptive in that regard. He has learned to ignore their jabs and inquiries, despite knowing the facts of the matter.Â
You were the only one of the newer employees who didnât undergo Houseâs rather extensive examination and hiring process. In actuality, you had attended the first day of the âexaminationsââbut you had approached him at the end of the day with the intent to drop out of the process.Â
House still remembers the humble confidence you wielded in that momentâthe certainty in your eyes as you met his gaze and asserted your self-worth. It stunned him for a moment, truthfully, before he found himself weirdly impressed. When he asked for further elaboration, your points were quick and concise: you felt as if a standard interview process would be a suitable portrayal of your abilities; and you asserted you werenât going to fight to change someoneâs perceptions of you.Â
Intrigued, House interrogated you about your background: where your residency was located, what specialties you were interested in, and what kind of position you were looking for. He hadnât realized it at the time, but you essentially tricked him into a genuine interviewâwithout him even realizing it. Of course, you couldnât have predicted that you would capture his attention. Even so, he found your strategy both clever and well-executed.Â
It wasnât until Dr. Cuddy entered the room nearly forty minutes later, wondering what was taking House so long, that he was truly convinced. House saw you slowly begin to retreat as Cuddy spoke to him, as if you were about ready to slip out of the room and leave the building for good. House didnât want that to happenâdidnât want your talent to go to waste. That was how he found himself with a new doctor on his staff: one both competent and, even better, unassuming. You didnât try too hard to be social with him, evidently recognizing that he had no desire for friendship. Maybe that was why he felt drawn to you.Â
And perhaps thatâs why heâs angry at the thought of your abilities being doubted. House knows you well enough to recognize that you make very few mistakes. Thereâs no doubt that the parents of your patient underestimated you because of your age. Youâre relatively young for a doctorâif House remembers correctly, you were able to graduate from undergraduate schooling early and earn a dual degree. Even so, youâre infuriatingly competent. And the thought of you facing unfounded suspicion is enough to send him down the hall and into the patientâs room with renewed vigor.Â
He knocks on the door harshly and practically throws it open, setting his eyes on the parents who created this whole mess. âYouâre going to wish you hadnât said anything,â he says in lieu of a greeting, closing the door behind him with a bit more force than necessary. âYou had the ray of sunshine; Iâm the dark clouds. Or the torrential downpour. Whatever fits.â
âSorry?â the mother asks in confusion.Â
âRight, let me put it in laymanâs terms,â House continues, tapping his cane impatiently. âIâm a bastard. An asshole, even,â he states plainly.Â
âThis doesnât seemââ the patientâs father tries to say, glancing at his young son.Â
âAppropriate?â House interjects. âYet you thought it appropriate to harass my helpless staff and demand another, more experienced doctor. So here I am. Dr. House, Head of the Diagnostics Department. No need to bow.â
The parents are stunned silent. Satisfied, House continues. âI made sure to fact-check the good doctorâs workâan unnecessary precaution, because itâs all in order.â The parents have the self-awareness to look embarrassed at that. House muses on what he reviewed with you only moments ago. You hadnât said anything even mildly accusatory, of course; House isnât so kind, however. He looks the parents in the eyes. âYour sonâs illness is entirely your fault. You didnât get him vaccinated, probably because you fell prey to some bullshit fear-mongering. Now, you feel guilty about it⌠You lashed out at the doctor, who can actually do something to help your son⌠It all checks out.â He nods.Â
Both of the patientâs parents seem lost for words. House decides to take advantage of their momentary silence. âNow, you have two choices,â he drawls. âIf you have anything resembling a brain in that head of yours, youâll apologize to the doctor and Iâll approve the script they recommended.âÂ
The parents are quick to catch onto what heâs implying. âIs that a threat?â the father asks disbelievingly.Â
Heâs tired of this conversation already. It takes a concerted effort for him to focus on the matter at hand. âNow Iâll be taking my leave,â House announces, no longer bothering to hide his irritation. âThe doctor will return in a few minutes. If you can behave, then your son will stop whining.â He pauses in the doorway for a moment, before turning to look at them once more. âAnd keep it down. Your voice is grating enough to give a deaf person a headache.â Â
Dr. House finds you no more than five minutes later, an unreadable expression on his face. âTheyâve been euthanized,â House states with unwavering certainty as he approaches you. Before you can wonder just what the hell that means, heâs already continuing down the hall. You stare after him with mixed feelings, before turning back around and heading to Room 213.Â
When you return, you find that the parents are completely different people now. They apologize to you for their rude behavior and promise not to make harmful assumptions in the future; satisfied with their apology, you continue with treatment as planned. As youâre writing a prescription for the patient, you canât quite stop the smile thatâs rising on your lips at the thought of House defending youâeven in his own twisted, antagonistic, patronizing way.Â
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Aliferous: Gone (Pt1)
Pairing: Tadashi Hamada X Reader (GN)
Summary: There was so much that had gone undone, so much left unsaid
Wordcount: 551
Warnings: Grief, Death, Fire
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Notes: Shorter than intended, but I need to ensure the story flows smoothly
Last edited:Â 20th November 2024
Series Masterlist - Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2
--- 2nd POV ---
You picked up your phone from your desk, the ringtone starting to annoy you even from a different room. You opened the touchscreen flip phone and put it to your ear, an old habit you couldnât be bothered to unlearn.
âHello?â it was a womanâs voice on the other end of the line, and you pulled the phone away from your ear to look at the screen. You didnât recognise the number.
âWhoâs this and what do you want?â you asked, sounding a little more annoyed than you anticipated.
âThis is SFIT, we-â
âOhhh I see, called to beg for me to come back or something?â you jumped to the assumption, âWell thatâs not gonna happen.â You threw the phone back down on the desk with the call still going, and it automatically transferred to your earpiece. That place pissed you off.
âNo, of course not, I-â the woman sounded a little rattled at your outburst and it was clear as day. She sighed before she started talking again, with a professional tone back in her voice.
âDespite no longer attending SFIT, you are still Tadashi Hamadaâs student emergency contact,â
You felt a pang of guilt in your chest, but you forced irritation into your voice.
âWhatâs he done now?â
âIâm so sorry,â she said, and you caught a slight crack in her voice, âthere was a fire in the Exhibition Hall, and Tadashi didnât make it outâŚâ
She kept talking after that but you heard nothing. Regrets and guilt and pain all filled your head.
TadashiâŚ
You ended the call without saying anything and threw a jacket on. You raced out the door, not bothering to put a helmet on before starting your motorcycle and racing to SFIT as fast as you could.
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You quite literally jumped off the moving vehicle before it had fully slowed to a stop, letting it slide across the ground with a harsh scraping of metal. You strode towards a crowd of people all standing outside the SFIT main building and didnât slow as you pushed through the people around you.
And then you saw it.
Tadashi. His picture. Candles.
He really was gone, and there was so much you hadnât done, so much you hadnât said.
âHey!â A voice behind you yelled - a childâs voice.
You turned and looked the boy dead in the eye. The first thing you saw was Tadashi, you almost thought you were hallucinating. But he was young, his eyes red from crying and his cheeks flushed. You knew him somewhere in the back of your mind.
You looked at him through synthetic eyes and scanned his face, searching through all your recorded memories. You found a match. This was Hiro Hamada, Tadashiâs brother. They were so similar⌠you almost felt dumb for not remembering him.
You turned after that and left, the still atmosphere was starting to close in on you and you didnât want to stay near Tadashi. You didnât want to have to admit to yourself everything that had happened. What had happened while you werenât there.
Your uncrying eyes stung and a headache began to burn in your head. You didnât look back. You didnât want to. Your motorcycle had scratches across its side, but you ignored it.
You just needed to get away.
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JJK women and the MBTI of their ideal partner
A/N: based purely on headcanons, only included the adults. Male version can be seen here.
Shoko Ieiri: ISTJ, ESTJ, ENFJ
Utahime Iori: INTP, INTJ, ENTP
Yuki Tsukumo: INFP, ISFP, INFJ
Mei Mei: ENTP, INTP, ESTP
Momo Nishiyama: ISFJ, ESFP, ENFP
Yorozu: ENTJ, ESTP, ISTP
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#my headcanons#mbti#jjk x mbti#jjk x reader#x nb reader#gender neutral reader#shoko ieiri#utahime iori#mei mei#yuki tsukumo#momo nishimiya#jjk yorozu
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Gravity falls reacting to you being a trans man
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Pt2
STANFORD

At first he doesn't show much interest, he is too busy with his research and adventures to pay attention to a mere detail of your life, however, over time he begins to see how important it is to you and an essential part of who you are,then decides to sit down with you to talk about it, peppering you with questions about how you found out? What are your expectations from now on? what do you want to be called? Secretly he is grateful that the world is more inclusive than it was back in his time. He probably already had contact with something similar in his interdimensional travels, which makes him more accepting. If you suffer from some kind of prejudice, he will understand you and despite not being so open with his feelings, he cares a lot about you and your safety. He will teach you how to defend yourself if necessary.
STANLEY

At first he ignores it and even teases you a little about it until Mabel get mad with him and makes him rethink his actions. After receiving a lecture on the subject he seems to start respecting you, no longer getting your pronouns wrong or correcting himself when he do such thing. When his mindset changes, get ready, he will show you "how a man should behave", after all, if you want to be... I mean, if you are a man then you need someone to teach you how to conquer the ladies and be strong ;D. He's the typical bad joke uncle so it takes him a while to adapt and learn about you instead of making his confusion with jokes, but deep down he respects and admires your courage to be who you are.
MABEL

She is super happy that you told her, after all, she already suspected and was just waiting for you to take the initiative. From the moment you tell her, she calls you by your name and correct pronouns. She takes you to choose new clothes and choose your style as soon as possible, she wants to welcome your true self and make you feel safe around her, she tries to make you interact with Dipper and her friends so that you aways feel included. She is a sweetheart, always educating those around her about the trans cause and demanding respect, and always available to talk about it. He put together a list of manly compliments to give you every time you meet.
DIPPER

Dipper was also the target of his sister's lecture on the trans cause, despite already knowing a little about the subject. From the beginning he respects you and understands your insecurities, he more than anyone knows what it's like to not feel masculine enough to be respected. He'll give you some tips he uses to feel more masculine and maybe even introduce you to the Manotaurs, but know that nothing and no one can change who you are, he and you know that you are a man and you don't need to prove it to anyone to be respected
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Author: thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you want a transfem version or a specific character. Any feedbacks are welcome!
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