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THE DEAL - chapter two

a/n: hiii, finally finished ch.2, i hope you guys like it and that you fall in love with these two because i’m enjoying writing for them a lot!!!! let me know what you think if you want!!

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT , lots of touching and kissing, rafe is very cocky and hot (that probably needs a warning)

word count: 4.6k

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“Okay, tell me you’ve got it now, please,” you groaned in frustration as you let the side of your head fall back against the wall beside you.

You and Rafe had been at this for at least twenty minutes and all he had to do was learn how to use a coffee machine; how was he going to become at least a mediocre barista if he couldn’t press a couple of buttons on a machine?

“Yeah, I guess?” It was more of a question rather than an answer and you mentally facepalmed yourself.

This man was definitely not going to make your life easy.

However, you couldn’t lie to yourself, he looked adorable in his brown apron and with that focused expression on his face as he tried to understand what he was supposed to do. He was driving you mad with his incompetence, but in the end you knew he had always been a rich kid who probably never worked a day in his whole life. You still didn’t know why he needed a job but you didn’t pry.

It had been two days since you made a deal with him: you were willing to train him for a job if he was going to help you with your sexual inexperience. You did your best to forget about the latter part of the deal as you worked with him, you both needed to focus on the task ahead instead of what you were going to do after.

Matthew, your boyfriend, obviously knew nothing about your little arrangement; the truth was that you were embarrassed of telling him you were a virgin, he made you nervous, while with Rafe, for some reason, everything was easy and you felt comfortable, perhaps it was knowing that you didn’t have to see him again if things went south. You weren’t cheating on your boyfriend, not really, you only wanted to have some kind of experience before anything could happen between you; that wasn’t wrong…right?

“What if I wanted a…” you seemed to think about it, “a latte, what do you do now?” You asked, looking at the coffee he had finally worked into a ceramic mug.

He took the clear plastic bottle that contained the fresh milk and poured it inside the tall, metallic cup, side eyeing you in the process for he wanted your reassurance that he was doing good.

You chuckled lightly, “that’s right, you’re getting it.”

Finally, he grew more confident and finished the job effortlessly; at least he knew how to make two types of coffee now, you thought.

“Should I make some kind of drawing on it or something?” He glanced at the simple surface of the beverage.

“Cameron, you barely know how to make coffee, let’s just stick to that for now.”

He rested his lower back against the counter and sipped on the drink in his hand, for it would’ve gone to waste otherwise.

“You’re meaner than I thought, doll,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes at him, although the small grin you were hiding didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I’m no teacher, I don’t have the patience for that,” you crossed your arms on your chest in defeat, realizing he wasn’t wrong about your hostile behavior, “but you’re right. I’m sorry if I lost it a bit.”

He shrugged, “no apologies needed. It was very entertaining.”

“Why’s that?”

“You’re hot when you’re mad,” he sent you his signature cocky smile and made his way to the customer who had just walked inside the Cocoa Corner, the café and bakery you were working at, leaving you a flustered mess behind the counter.

He was irritating, frustrating, the last person you would’ve ever wanted to work with, and yet, you couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your body every time he gave you one of his breathtaking smiles or made those flirty comments about you, the same ones you rolled your eyes at in front of him but thought about for hours after.

The first day of work was kind of a disaster for him; he broke more mugs that you could count and you had to give for free at least five or six muffins to apologize for the many inconveniences that he caused throughout the day. Once the rainy afternoon was replaced by a starry night, you and Rafe still found yourself inside the kitchen as you taught him how to balance more than only two mugs on the serving tray.

“Hold it with your hand under the tray and use your whole palm,” you explained to him as you showed him exactly what to do, “and if you think it’s too heavy, help yourself with your other hand; it’s better than letting everything fall to the ground.”

“How the fuck do people make it seem so easy?”

He followed your directions and it seemed to work as he walked around the tables, “actually, you know what? I’m a natural.”

You laughed at his words, knowing full well he was everything but that, “oh yeah, definitely.”

He didn’t miss the sarcasm in your tone and turned around to glare at you with a false offended look. “You’re just jealous because you could never be as good as me.”

“And thank God for that.”

He closed the distance between you two with a smirk on his face and bent his head to whisper in your ear, “we’ll see how good you are when you’re not the boss of me tomorrow.”

It took you a couple of seconds to regain your dignity before you scoffed at his words and pulled away from him, “you’re an asshole, you know that?”

Walking backwards as he put the tray down and undid his apron, “oh, you love it, sweetheart,” he said before taking his things from the employers’ rack.

“In your dreams, Cameron.”

You followed his actions and turned all the lights off when the sound of the door opening and closing behind you made you believe he had left without even saying goodbye.

Typical.

As you began to check if everything was in order, coffee machine turned off and with it the oven, his voice startled you.

“Want a ride, doll?”

Your hand flew to your chest, trying to calm your fast-beating heart down from the scare he had just given you.

“God! I thought you left.” You closed your eyes for a second and looked back at him, leaned against the window with his arms crossed and and a grin on his face; he did it on purpose the fucker.

“And by the way, I have a name,” you continued, referring to the nicknames he insisted on using for you.

“Oh I know, it’s just funny to see you get all red when I call you doll.”

You groaned and walked past him, towards the door, the keys of the building in your hand. He stepped outside with you and silently watched you as you locked the door and made sure everything was sealed and secured properly.

“You’re staring, Cameron,” you said, annoyed at his antics, as you gave him your back.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“What?”

At that point, you only knew how to roll your eyes at each other, although you were both secretly amused by the other, “I asked you if you wanted a ride. Jeez, I try to be a gentleman for once and this is what I get in return,” he looked up at the sky and pointed to you as he spoke, as if he was talking to someone about you.

You shook your head and hid your smile, “I can walk.”

“Yeah, I’m not letting you do that,” he threw an arm around your shoulders, affectionately, and walked you to his car.

“You’re not letting me walk home now? When I thought you couldn’t be more annoying, here you are again, proving me wrong.”

“I’m glad you know I’m always right.”

“How did you get that from what I said?”

He shrugged, “read between the lines.”

As you approached his car, he opened the door for you and let you get inside the passenger seat. To say you were shocked was an understatement, he really was different than you thought; no one had ever opened a car door for you and although it might’ve been a simple gesture, you couldn’t stop thinking about how natural it had been for him to do something like that.

“So, where am I taking you?” He asked when he took his place at the driver’s seat.

You explained to him how to get to your apartment and he started the car. The ride was silent but comfortable at the same time, it brought a sense of peace to you and you couldn’t understand why. The radio played a soft tune and he unconsciously started to hum to it while you had to look away from the sight of him driving his expensive car; why was it so attractive to you?

When you stopped gawking at him, you tried to focus on the song that was playing, realizing it was by Taylor Swift, and the snort you let out was unexpected and unplanned. He glanced at you for a second before giving his attention to the road again.

“What’s so funny?” Rafe curiously asked, the shadow of a smirk playing on his lips.

“Were you really singing to Taylor Swift? You?”

He thanked whoever was up there for the darkness that was inside the vehicle because he was sure his cheeks had to be beet red.

“If you tell anyone, I’ll have to kill you,” he jokingly said, pulling up to a stop, right in front of your apartment complex.

“But then how are you going to live without me?”

In the end, he couldn’t hide his smirk anymore and turned his body to look at you, “I’ll manage.”

“Asshole,” you chuckled.

“‘S that my new nickname?”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s your birth name. First name Ass, last name Hole.”

“Pretty unfortunate combination.”

Finally, you laughed, you couldn’t contain it anymore and he was thankful for that because he was sure he had never heard a more beautiful sound in his whole life. He’d had to work more for a real laugh from you than anything else in his life and the result was sweeter than he had thought.

You shook your head and let your head fall against the headrest before turning to him, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He grinned, and it was the first genuine one he had ever given to you, “definitely,” he rasped.

You gave him a sweet, tight-lipped smile and reached for the handle of the car door, opening it and stepping outside of the vehicle soon after.

“Thank you for the ride,” you told him as you bent down to look at him through the opened door.

“Anytime.”

“Goodnight, Cameron.”

You closed the door and stopped yourself from smiling again when he rolled the window of the passenger seat down.

“Goodnight, doll.”

It didn’t go unnoticed by you how he waited until you were inside and closed the door of the building behind you before he started the car again and drove away.

You didn’t know why he managed to push all your buttons, for some reason he was a master at that and it drove you crazy in the best way possible; you could never admit that to yourself though. Rafe Cameron was known for his long line of meaningless hookups and for relationships that didn’t even last one week, before he caught the attention of some other poor victim.

However, you found out that he wasn’t as bad as you had thought, he was actually a pretty good guy, at least that was the only compliment you could give him because you didn’t want to admit to yourself how much you liked his company. He was a friend and he was starting to be a really good one, too, and nothing else.

The next day, you and him were meeting at the Delta Mu house, where he had been living for almost two years, and you were dying of embarrassment for you were afraid of walking inside the intimidating building. He had told you beforehand that he had explained to his roommate that you were going to study together for a project, therefore no one was supposed to send you any weird looks as you stepped inside.

It was late in the afternoon when you arrived outside and found the door already opened, which gave you the green light to see for yourself how those guys really lived in those buildings. It was quieter than you had believed and you soon found some guys sprawled out on the couch of the common room, talking and laughing, while others were sitting at a table in the opened kitchen, books in front of them as they were…studying?

It wasn’t bad at all and you believed it was completely the opposite, comfortable and cozy. You didn’t realize that the person you were looking for was sitting on the armrest of the couch, until he turned around and walked over to you.

“Hey,” Rafe greeted you with a nod of his head and you only smiled at him, putting your hands in the back pockets of your jeans.

“Hey.”

“Wanna go upstairs?”

Your eyes traveled to the rooms that were on the open space of the second floor and then back at him, “yeah, sure.”

It was awkward, it wasn’t as easy as it had been the day before and you hated it. He was wearing a white t-shirt that gave absolutely nothing to the imagination of what he might’ve looked underneath, black jeans and a red and white baseball cap; you wanted to punch yourself in the face for gawking at how attractive he looked in that moment. When you got to his room, he motioned for you to go inside and closed the door behind him.

“It’s not as chaotic as I thought it would be” You said, referring to the ambience of the frat house.

He raised one eyebrow, “you do know we’re not animals, right?”

“That’s not what I meant! I-“

“Calm down, doll. I was just messing with you.”

You gave him a death stare that lasted less than a second before a stupid grin took over your features.

He was leaning with his back against the wooden door, his arms crossed on his chest as he looked at you up and down, standing in the middle of his room and feeling completely out of your element.

“Are you just going to stand there?” You finally asked.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, slightly flipping it to the side and hypnotizing the man in front of you in the process. Now, he wanted nothing more than to do exactly what you had come there for, so he crossed the room with a couple of strides and stood before you.

“Alright, tell me what you want me to show you.”

Your cheeks flushed, except it wasn’t about being embarrassed but only the natural warmth that his body so close to yours brought you.

“I-I mean, I told you what the deal was about.”

“Right, but I don’t know where you want me to start.”

You looked up at him, your confidence from the day before all gone as you felt small when his eyes stared into yours, “the basics?”

He nodded once, “we could…” he cleared his throat; why was he feeling shy around you all of a sudden?

“We could make out, if that’s okay.”

He almost cringed at his words, he felt like a teenager having his first experience with a girl and it scared and excited him all at once.

“Okay,” you breathed.

“You said you wanted to know how to pleasure a man-“

You pushed him slightly, putting a hand on his chest as you both chuckled, “can you stop doing that?”

“There she is again,” he muttered, “alright, I’m serious now. What I was saying is that you can do that by kissing him, too.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “oh, how?”

“Just follow my lead.”

He grabbed the visor of his cap and turned it so that it rested on the back of his head; bending his neck to close the distance between your faces, he wrapped one arm around your middle, pushing your fronts together, not an inch between you. His other hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you stopped yourself from sucking in a breath at the touch as his palm made contact with your cheek.

His lips hovered over yours and his breath hit your mouth as you breathed into each other; he was making you crave him, he wanted you to want this, to ask for this. Without ever touching your lips, or anyway not the way you wanted him to, he began pressing his mouth against the corner of yours, then on your cheek and down to your neck.

You hated how much you were aching for him. Your hands flew to the back of his neck as he left sloppy kisses on the exposed skin of yous while you tilted your head back to give him more access. His hands remained in safe areas, never quite touching you in an inappropriate manner, and yet that made you need his touch even more.

His lips reached your ear and gently bit your lobe as you stifled a moan, “you want him to ask you to kiss him,” he rasped, “he has to beg you. It’s all about the buildup, make him desperate.”

You nodded, not trusting your words, and he raised his head to look at your face, your hands falling at your sides as he admired your eyes full of lust and your cheeks wearing a rosy blush. Once his shyness had been replaced by desire, he knew he was going to enjoy this a lot.

“Your turn,” he continued.

You shakily placed your hands back around his neck and you both chuckled when you realized that he was too much taller than you to make this work. Wordlessly, he walked backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of his bed and he sat on it, motioning for you to do the same. When you stood before him, he put his hands on your hips and pulled you down on his lap, successfully and easily reaching his goal thanks to the weakness he had caused in your knees. They sat on either side of him as your bottom hovered right above his crotch; this position gave you the upper hand, making you tower over him and look down at those beautiful blue eyes of his.

You did exactly as he told you and teased his lips, almost leaning in to kiss him but never giving him the satisfaction. Your heavy breaths fanned out on his cheek, brushing over the skin without kissing it, and then your lips slowly reached his jaw, leaving a soft kiss and letting your lips linger a little bit longer than necessary. His fingers squeezed your hips and that was all you needed to realize your actions were working on him. You trailed your lips down to his neck, exactly like he had done to you, and the sound of your mouth smacking against his skin was too much for him; why did you have to be such a good student?

When his hands, experimentally, traveled down to your bottom, grabbing it, you let out an unexpected gasp mixed with a moan, completely ruining him.

With one hand, he gently gripped your hair to force your head up, “kiss me,” he growled on your lips and you obliged, a smirk playing on your features at the realization that you had won whatever game was going on between you.

He licked your bottom lip, asking you to grant him access to your mouth, and you did; you let his tongue explore your mouth and fight with your own for domination, losing very quickly when he squeezed your behind. Neither of you had ever felt so aroused by a first kiss, but you pushed the thought away; this was professional, that was what you had told him.

Although his head was spinning at the taste of your cherry chapstick and the way you were letting him kiss you, he still noticed how your hands never left the back of his neck, stuck in one position.

He reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, “use your hands a little, doll.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “how? What am I supposed to do with them?”

Rafe maintained eye contact when the hand that was on your head slowly traveled down from your neck to your back, tracing your spine and causing you to shudder. With his other hand, he grabbed your upper thigh and then went back to your hip and up your waist, until it almost touched your breast, making your breath hitch in your throat at the thought of having his skillful hands on your chest.

“Make him want more.”

He gripped your chin with the fingers that had previously been on your back and pulled your bottom lip from the grasp of your teeth, an action you hadn’t even noticed you were doing. Finally, he went back to kissing you; not because he wanted you to show him you had learned what he had just taught you, but because he was dying to have your lips again.

You tentatively brought your hand from his neck down to his chest and his stomach, dragging your manicured nails down the shirt covered skin, so slowly that he unexpectedly let out a groan in your mouth. You took that as your cue to continue with your teasing, therefore you placed your other hand on the back of his head and took the visor of his snapback to throw it carelessly somewhere in the room, before you began scratching his scalp gently and pushing him further against you, playing with the little hairs of his buzzcut.

You weren’t sure of what you were doing, you took risks that you wouldn’t have taken with someone else, and suddenly, you weren’t feeling self-conscious around him, not even a little bit, for he made you feel bolder with each movement.

When his hand slipped under your top, his large palm pressing against your naked skin, he caused a shiver to run throughout your whole body. And yet, you didn’t stop him; he was just teaching you, right? It was only fair you mirrored his actions.

Your hand traveled down to his upper thigh, looking for the bottom of his shirt until you accidentally brushed your fingers against the bulge in his pants, which caused a hiss to leave his lips as his free hand grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Not there, doll,” he rasped.

Your cheeks were on fire, mortified of what you had just done, “sorry.”

“‘S okay. C’mere.”

His lips met yours again and guided your hand under his shirt, his skin burning at your touch. He didn’t know why goosebumps began littering his skin when your palm made contact with his naked skin, he tried to shake the feeling off, believing it was the cold air that made him shudder; it couldn’t have been because of your touch, right?

Unbeknownst to him, you were asking yourself the same question and for a moment, you completely forgot you weren’t doing this for yourself, but it was hard to remember that when his hands were on you.

For he couldn’t take the heat anymore, he pulled away from you for a second to reach behind his back and take his shirt off, giving you the perfect sight of his abs. You weren’t given a moment to react because his lips looked for yours immediately, craving and tasting you again, only you. Perhaps he had been thinking about this since the first time you had given him one of those witty remarks of yours, but he was never going to admit that.

The feeling of your nails dragging down his naked chest was driving him insane, the bulge in his pants becoming more uncomfortable by the second. When you accidentally moaned in his mouth, he was done. He wrapped one arm around your waist and in one swift motion, he manhandled you until your back hit the mattress of his bed, never leaving your lips in the process.

Scratching his bare back, you caused him to groan and press your body further into the bed.

“Rafe,” you mumbled against his soft lips as you slightly pulled away, “I think we should stop.”

“Whatever you want, doll,” he breathed and rested his forehead on yours.

Did you really want to stop? You asked yourself, although you already knew the answer to that. You looked up at his cerulean eyes, losing yourself in them and feeling the intensity of his stare all of a sudden.

He couldn’t stop admiring the color of your eyes up close, entranced by the way they were hiding a thousand words that you didn’t want to admit to yourself you wanted to say. His eyes flickered to your swollen lips for a moment and he knew it was going to be impossible for him to forget about this.

“It’s probably getting late,” you whispered, not being able to lie about not wanting to continue the session, because you were aching to keep going, to see where he would’ve taken it, but you couldn’t.

He restrained himself with every single last bit of strength and self control he had from kissing you one last time before he rolled his body off of yours and gave you some space to regain your breath.

You turned your head to glance at him and he did the same, at which you both chuckled. “You sure as hell don’t have anything to worry about your making out skills,” he rasped.

“I had never done that before.”

“What?”

“Kissing someone like that, like you want something more than just a kiss. It had never happened to me.” You looked away from him as you spoke, scared he might’ve thought you were a freak for never doing something as simple as that, but instead, his next words took you by surprise.

“Huh, sounds like you hadn’t kissed the right person.”

You raised from the bed and adjusted your hair and clothes, disheveled after everything that had happened.

“My boyfriend is good to me,” you only said while you looked at him as he placed his weight on his elbows on either side of him.

“Never said that he wasn’t.”

“You were implying it.”

He sighed and took the shirt that had been carelessly thrown on the ground, before he put it back on. “If you thought that I was doing that, maybe it’s because you were thinking the same thing.”

“You’re not perfect, Cameron.”

He stood up and towered over you, “I never said that either, but then again, if you believed I was implying it, maybe you’re the one who was thinking it in the first place.”

You pushed him slightly by placing your hands on his chest, “you’re still insufferable,” you groaned.

Bending his head to put his lips next to your ear, he whispered “and you’re still so goddamn beautiful, but we all gotta make our peace with that, don’t we?”

Oh, how much he loved making you blush with only a couple of words.

“Don’t be late tomorrow,” you said, trying to ignore the fact that he had made you a flustered mess with only that foul mouth of his; “Saturday morning rush, you have to come in early.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You hoped your knees were strong enough to walk you to the door after the weakness he had brought to them. You stepped outside and glanced back at him.

“Bye, Cameron.”

“See you tomorrow, doll.”

And the only thought crossing your mind as you descended the stairs of the building was: why was your heart beating faster at the reminder alone of his hands on your body?

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[toniiswrld]

The sun literally still out and I feel like a dirty WHORE bc all I can think about is sub!sohee and sub!reader..

You would’ve thought yall both woke up ovulating or some shit cus the way both of you are so needy for the other’s touch and attention that one of you taking a more dominant role isnt even a thought that crosses either of yalls minds?? Brains just empty as hell, so focused on doing whatever feels good and feeling the most amount of pleasure.

You both are already skin to skin but it isn’t even enough. Hands gripping everywhere and anywhere on each other’s bodies to feverishly pull the other impossibly closer.Every touch only makes you wetter and him harder. You both don’t know wtf has gotten into yall but it all feels so addicting, forget thinking about it too hard.

Both of you almost in daze just kissing sloppy as hell, unashamedly moaning and whining into each other’s mouths, biting lips and sucking on tongues and necks and skin. Every action just making u both a babbling mess. Not even trying to hold back the noises and reactions that you two draw from each other’s bodies cus ur brains been clocked out and r wayyyy past the point of ANY coherent thought.

Completely drunk of the feeling and presence of the other. Just wanting to make the other person feel good. Getting off on knowing damn well that it’s only you, it’s only sohee, that can make such a pathetic mess of the other, something no one else gets the privilege to experience or witness in that moment. (I mean ik sohee is a freaky fucking frog and gets off on fucking and sucking in risky places but we not talking about dat rn!!!)

Accidentally overstimulating each other so bad cus everything just feels sooooo good that stopping didn’t even cross your stupid fucked out minds. The craving you two have for each other’s touch feels almost insatiable.

Like it’s almost greedy and primal and maybe a bit possessive the way the two of you need to feel more and more and more of the other until both of yall eventually tap out.

Sohee makes me so feral idk. All I know is is that im tryna be in the walls of his house like a termite :3

(Hehe also can I be 🍓 anon if u do that kinda thing? I send asks wayyy to often for me to not just give in and give myself a government assigned emoji 😭😭😭 (I’m also the one who sent the audio in too haha I hoped u liked it as much as I did 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭))

you got me feeling like a whore reading this at work 😭 but MY GODDDDD i need this so bad omg ur mind… like i dont even have anything to add this was too good😭‼️

also saying both sohee and yn are ovulating really got me weak but i fw it… like yeah he gotta be ovulating the way he’s so needy :p also calling him a freaky frog icb omg 😭

and yes you can be 🍓 anon!! welcome <3 and thank you for that audio i enjoyed it very much 🫡

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Dear John

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Prompt - ‘Run as fast as you can.’

When you had first met House hadn’t known what to think of the man. You hadn’t caught his attention, less vocal than some of the others competing for a fellowship under him but he had caught yours. He was so self-assured, the way he walked into a room and immediately started talking, not needing to see if he had everyone’s attention because he already knew he did. The games he played, putting you all against each other so obviously, eliminating people from any chance of a fellowship mid-sentence. 

You hadn’t known if he was a good man, it was hard to determine when you were in such a competitive environment where the man only wanted the best of the best but you had known he was a good doctor, sure he might not have given a damn about the patient but he was always determined to get a diagnosis. 

You had caught his attention two weeks into the fight for a fellowship. It had been an impossible case, not even he could figure it out, no matter how long he spent bouncing ideas back and forth just like the ball he threw against the wall. It was driving him crazy and even worse was that none of his potential fellows could figure it out either, how was he meant to create another perfect team when this lot couldn’t come up with anything? 

That was the day he noticed you. Of course he’d seen you before but you hadn’t done anything to catch his attention. He’d seen the way you’d open your mouth to say something only to close it, he’d seen you stick to the back of the group. He hadn’t said anything though, sure you were pretty and any other time he would’ve been all over you but it wasn’t worth his time if you weren’t going to be around long enough to make it fun. 

He stood at the front of the room, the remaining 26 hopefuls sat in seats around the room, all silently contemplating the case. House’s gaze shifted around the room, seeing nothing but stumped and defeated looks until he got to you.  

You were the only one in the room, himself included, who didn’t look disappointed, in fact you were sitting up straight in your seat whereas everyone else had slumped in theirs. Your eyebrows were knitted together, not in a frown but in a way that told House your thoughts were running wild. 

“You, number 7, come with me.” House said suddenly, watching as you startled in your seat and looked at him wide eyed as every gaze in the room turned to you. “Now.”

House didn’t wait after that, turning on his heels and leaving the room, hearing your footsteps hurrying behind him. He didn’t say anything in the elevator, staying silent until you both stood looking into the patient's room.

“What’s your diagnosis then, number 7?” He finally asked and your head shot from the patient to stare at House but he kept his eyes forward, waiting for you to speak.

“I don’t-”

“Oh don’t do that.” House interrupted, turning to glare at you. “Every single person in that room looked devastated. They couldn’t figure this out but you, no you have a diagnosis. You wanna work for me? Speak up, even if it’s idiotic it gives us something new to work with. So, go, what’s your theory?”

You took a shaky breath, letting his words roll around your head for a moment before nodding and turning back to look at the patient.

“Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.” You said, watching House out of the corner of your eye to see his eyebrows knit together. “Her husband said nearly a year ago she became clumsy, people with CJD lose balance and coordination, they see double or they have blind spots. He said it became worse a few months ago and this causes loss of brain function and mobility, her brain is forgetting how to do the things she’s been doing her whole life. Add that with going from a highly respected professor to not knowing basic answers to the questions we’ve asked, it makes sense.” You defended your theory, shifting to look back at House as he stayed silent, showing no signs of how he felt about your answer. “I know it’s a rare disease but-”

“You’re right.” House said as he cut you off again and you could do nothing but stare at him in disbelief. “It makes sense. Have a biopsy done to confirm.”

And that was that. House walked away leaving you staring at him before you were able to snap yourself back to reality and do as he requested.

House had been surprised by you. He had honestly expected that you wouldn’t have made it much further into this little game he had made of gaining a fellowship but now, now he suspected you’d already won and he was more than happy to focus his attention on you now.

After that day House watched as you grew, confident in yourself now and offering theories and diagnosis’. You blushed and stammered under his newly given attention but refused to give into the man’s request of dinner or skipping the meal and heading straight to the bedroom.

It wasn’t that you weren’t interested in him, you were but you refused to let anything happen, needing to know that if you were awarded a fellowship it would be because you deserved it not because you were sleeping with the man giving them out. 

Once you were in though you held out for only a few weeks before you found yourself sat opposite the doctor in a surprisingly nice restaurant, House seemingly making an effort with his appearance and it was easy to let yourself get swept up with him and even easier to let your guard down.

It didn’t matter that he was your boss, it didn’t matter that he was years older than you, all you cared about was how he made you feel. 

And so just like that you found yourself getting wrapped up in House, whether it be going out together for food after work or falling into bed with him, suddenly your whole life was consumed by House.

“So you and House, huh?” Cameron asked as you sat down at one of the tables in the cafeteria, taking a seat opposite you with her own lunch.

“What about it?” You asked, frowning slightly at her. 

You hadn’t spent much time with House’s old fellows, only Foreman who had been brought back whilst you were fighting for a spot. From what you heard Cameron and House used to have a thing but you hadn’t pried, not sure how serious it ever got or if it had just been a fling. 

“You like him?” She asked, ignoring your question and you tried to figure out what her plan was. “I’m not here to cause trouble, me and House, there was never anything there.”

“There was something.” You told her and watched as she sighed.

“I had a crush on him. I realised it was a bad idea.” She told you after a moment to think about it.

“Why?” 

“You want my advice?” She asked you, sitting up in her seat and continuing without giving you a chance to answer. “When it comes to House, just run. Run as fast as you can because that man is incapable of putting somebody else’s feelings before himself. This won’t end the way you want it to and you’ll be left alone, heartbroken and angry. You’ll have to see him at work and you’ll hate it.”

“Thanks for the advice but just because it ended badly for you doesn’t mean it will for me.” You said, standing from your seat and leaving the cafeteria.

Cuddy was the next person to warn you away from him. She had managed to catch you just as you were heading towards your car and told you to be careful, told you that you were a good doctor and she’d hate to see House ruin that.

You weren’t so sure what to say so just smiled politely and excused yourself, brushing off her warning just as you had Cameron’s. 

You refused to think much more about the two of them as you pulled up to House’s and the man let you in, immediately attaching his lips to yours and pushing all thoughts and warnings out of your head.

It stayed good for a while, or maybe it had never been good and you were just so blinded by your feelings for him that you couldn’t see how bad it was. 

When things eventually took a turn you tried so hard to blame it on something else, convinced yourself that it was just the pain in his leg that made his mood shift more often than you were used to. 

“We had plans.” You said into the phone, already sitting in the restaurant House had said he would meet you at after his meeting with Cuddy. 

“This is important.” House told you, his tone even and not showing much concern for the fact that he was standing you up. “It’s just dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah it’s just dinner.” You nodded even as your heart sank.

The next time he called you it was like it was a different man, so apologetic and full of promises to take you out again, to make it up to you. You had smiled and written his earlier behaviour off as Cuddy frustrating him but it started happening more and more to the point you dreaded answering his calls, not sure which version of House was going to be waiting on the other side.

You were more than used to getting stood up at this point, House differed between having excuses for not showing up or just brushing you off when you finally did manage to catch him. 

You could feel yourself becoming drained, dealing with House’s mood swings was starting to take its toll on you. The nights you spent with him where just as confusing as everything else, some days, usually the days he had seen you withdrawing, he showered you in affection, kissed every inch of your body and made you feel so loved, other days he shut you out, glared and snapped at you until you left and somehow always managed to make you feel like it was your fault. 

Even during work, House made you feel useless, no matter how right your diagnosis was, no matter how much the others stuck up for you it was like you couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t remember how many times you’d walked away and cried silently in the toilets or gone home only to cry yourself to sleep.

You hated that you felt so bad about yourself, you hated that you were doing everything you could to please this man and he always made you feel like you were the problem. You hated that you hadn’t taken Cameron and Cuddy’s warnings when they were given, hated that you were so wrapped up in how good House made you feel that you had let him treat you like you were nothing just to soak up the small bits of whatever this sick, twisted thing he had convinced you was love was.

House liked his puzzles, he liked his games and he liked answers. He liked knowing how far he could push you and still have you running back to him, still having you thinking he could do no wrong.

You couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t keep running away from the hospital in tears, you couldn’t keep playing his games with their ever changing rules that you couldn’t understand.

“You can’t leave, we can work this out.” House told you, a soft hurt look on his face.

You’d usually fall for it, usually shake your head like you were being foolish and fall into his arms, savour the day or two of the House you had fallen for before starting the cycle all over again when he eventually turned cruel.

Now that you had made the decision to leave you couldn’t believe how you had missed how bad everything about your relationship with him had been. How had you been so blind?

“That won’t work anymore. Whatever game you’ve been playing with me is done, go find some other girl who’s too naive, who wants to believe there’s good in people to mess with because I’m done.” You told him, feeling a spike of pride for finally standing up to him.

“What game? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” House sighed, leaning against the desk. “Look, I’m sorry, I know things have been rough but I’ll be better. I promise.”

You’d believed that the first time. And the second. And third and fourth time. 

You wouldn’t fall for it again.

“Bye House.” You said softly.

“Don’t do this.” He pleaded with you but you ignored him and turned to walk out of his office.

On the way down to Cuddy’s office you bumped into Cameron and because word spread like wildfire in the hospital she gave you a sad smile.

“I hate to say it but I told you so.” Cameron said and you couldn’t help but laugh, a small laugh that bubbled into a slightly maniacal one.

“I promise to listen to you next time.” You swore and Cameron laughed back, squeezing your shoulder gently.

“If you ever need anything…” Cameron told you and you nodded gratefully, smiling back at her before her pager alerted her she was needed and you said goodbye, heading into Cuddy’s office.

Cuddy was sympathetic, she’d been waiting months for this meeting, knowing that at some point House was going to ruin it and send one of their best fellows running out the door. 

“If you decide to come back I’ll find you a spot somewhere, somewhere far away from House.” Cuddy told you and you smiled at her, thankful for your time at the hospital and hoping one day you would take her up on her offer. “It’s a shame to lose you.”

“Thank you for everything.” You told her softly before standing and shaking the hand she reached out towards you.

“You’re really just gonna leave? Like this meant nothing to you?” House asked as you left the clinic, walking alongside you towards the exit.

“I loved you, House, and all I wanted was for you to love me back but all you ever did was mess with me. You never loved me, hell you never even cared about me!” You told him, yanking your arm from him when he tried to stop you.

“Oh please, I missed a few dates and suddenly I’m the bad guy.” House rolled his eyes and there he went again, trying to make you the problem.

“House, I’m done. I’m done trying to get you to love me, I’m done playing your games, to shifting my whole life to revolve around you. I’m done feeling like I’m not good enough. Tell everyone it’s me who doesn't understand you, who betrayed you, say whatever you want but I’m done with you.” You told him, refusing to let your eyes tear up, knowing House would see it and jump on it.

You took a deep breath, behind him Cuddy was making her way out of the clinic, watching you and House carefully but you just shook your head because you didn’t need her to intervene. 

You weren’t lying when you told House you were done so you ignored whatever retort he had and turned away from him, walking out of the door and finally let the tears fall, sitting in your car until you were able to breathe properly before making your way home with tears running down your cheeks.

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spoilers for chapter 48. no proofreading btw.

“Y/N.

I always dreamed of the day I would be able to tell you of my feelings for you, though I imagined it would’ve been under far different circumstances.

Either way, the truth is that I haven’t been able to keep my mind off you since we first met. Ever since that day… you’re all I think of.

It was almost prophetic the way it happened, completely unexpected and far from what I called ideal when seeing the woman of my dreams.

And yet, I wouldn’t change anything from it; nothing at all. 

You came to me in my moment of need, even if it was simply the right thing to do… but to me, it was almost heaven sent.

Unfortunately, that was one of the few moments I have been able to approach you, your duties amongst other things, like your affection for others, coming between us.

Still, I patiently await for the right moment to come, whenever that might be.

In the meantime, I hope this letter is able to convey, if only for a fraction, what I feel for you, with the purpose to one day do so in person.”

It’s what the letter found underneath your door that unsuspecting morning, neatly folded inside a small, white envelope, said. From a mysterious source neither you nor your staff were able to uncover before the second one arrived.

“I do not need to see you to know you are just as beautiful as you are every day. I just wish I was lucky enough to do so, might’ve been enough to warm up my heart in these cold, winter days.”

“Who is sending these?” is the question that naturally arises inside your, Haruko’s and Hitomi’s mind by the third letter. All plagued with consistent demonstrations of affection, somewhat alarming, you must add.

“They all have the same handwriting, so at least we know they’re from the same person.” Hitomi murmured, looking over the latest letter once more. “But if it’s the same person, how come we haven’t been able to see who it was? It’s happening right underneath our noses, and yet…”

“To make matters worse, no one out of the ordinary has been seen in the hallways…” You comment. “No one that could seem suspicious, anyways…”

“Well, you are followed around by the rest of the staff members, so it’s kind of hard to pinpoint who…” 

“Oh, if only Mariya were here, she wouldn't have found who it was by now!” Haruko laments, and the rest sigh, silently agreeing.

The first few days without Mariya had been nothing short of… difficult.

As expected, her absence left behind a great void in their hearts, hope lingering at the back of their mind, wishing to see her appearing just around the corner and cheerfully tell them it had been nothing but a misunderstanding and that she was here to stay.

But the truth is, she wasn’t coming back. In fact, she’s probably already in her new home, settling into her new life, getting pampered by her future husband and family, celebrating her pregnancy, just as she wanted to do, but unable due to the estate’s tight secrecy.

Haruko and Hitomi have yet to get used to getting to your bedroom first thing in the morning and finding Mariya nowhere to be seen, no drowsy good morning to start the day, followed by that day’s responsibilities, before she briefly disappeared—off to meet her boyfriend, as they’d later find out—only to come back later to begin work.

It’s arduous, to keep on acting like her absence didn’t affect them, but it wasn’t impossible, and soon enough they’d move on to do their duties, with Hitomi stepping in to fill Mariya’s role, still needing to get a bit more adjusted to her new responsibilities, but nothing routine couldn’t smoothen out…

And Haruko helping out whenever she could, while frequently wondering who would come to make their group complete once again, but never forgetting to offer that cheerful, upbeat demeanor that was very needed in dubious moments like these.

Or specifically as of now, inquisitive ones.

“Do you think that maybe the letters… are from Naoya?” The moment Haruko’s question escaped her lips, your breath hitched to your throat, heat starting to settle in your cheeks as your eyes widened, expressing both your embarrassment, and perhaps… longing?

“N—No… that couldn’t— I mean, he’s—” you stammer, unable to find any possible reason to deny her accusation, or perhaps not wanting to. Only you could know, though Haruko gets an idea.

“Sounds like you want him to.” She teases, you gasp.

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Anyone Call for a Hero?

author’s note: I wrote most of this yesterday and I was having a really rough day, so boom major angst hehe

warnings: angst, injuries, blood, more angst, death, healing, even more angst, comfort ending

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“Leo and Y/n, sitting in a tree, k i s s i n g~~” Mikey hollered, making a few smoochie noises for the ultimate effect and took off on his skateboard. “Mikey!!!!” Leo yelled watching his little brother blow a raspberry, thinking he had gotten away. Leo sighed, turning to the side looking at no one in particular, “they never learn,” he whipped out an odachi, making a quick portal aiming where Mikey was heading and then stepped through.

“No fair!!” Mikey whined and accepted his fate as Leo tackled him off of his skateboard. “Now,” Leo huffed, “You planning on skating off next time or just gonna take my tackling with dignity?” Mikey was struggling to push Leo off of him. Then suddenly all of his limbs disappeared into his shell. “Ehhh??? Not gonna take it like a turtle??” Leo narrowed his eyes as he quickly stood and snagged Mikey’s shell under his arm. “Guess some lucky random sewer dweller will get this rad orange board!” Leo sighed, “Grab my boarddddd,” Mikey finally spoke.

“Nope, not until you take back what you said,” immediately Mikey was taking back all offending statements. “Anddd, promise to never say it again, especially if Y/n is present,” again Mikey was making promises, swearing up and down, this would’ve went on forever as Leo carried Mikey’s shell, farther and farther away from his board. Alas, his little brother was saved when he felt his phone vibrate. “Saved by an angel,” Leo murmured and Mikey held in the gagging noises he wanted to make. Leo dropped his brother who immediately popped out, running back for his board.

“Shello?” Leo answered his phone on the second ring. Turning his back to Mikey after he watched him skate away, the orange clad brother sticking out his tongue only when Leo had finally turned away. “Leo did you forget?” Was what he was met with and he blinked, not recollecting anything off the top of his noggin. “No,” he said smoothly. “Really?” You asked doubtfully. “Wait,” he brought his hand up to his chin, really pondering. He snapped his fingers, “were we supposed to do something today??” and you groaned.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Leo winced, “you know you can always just say ‘no y/n, im busy doing whatever it is I do’ instead of leaving me hanging like this!” you sighed into the phone. “What exactly did I forget?” Leo asked still not remembering what he had promised to do. “Seriously?! Oh my god, Earth to Leonardo!!! We were going to meet up at Albearto Land,”

“…Really?” Leo said, now even more confused. “Yes you texted me the other day saying to meet you there tonight, at 10:30,” you droned on not understanding why you were the only one remembering things. Leo had been strolling back to his room, but he stood ramrod straight now, his feet not moving as he put you on speaker, scrolling to check his messages to you. “I never sent you anything Y/n,” his voice was serious as the wheels started turning. “Are you already there?” and he heard the beginnings of a yes before the phone beeped. “Hello??” Leo said and then he had to take a deep breath. He called you back, it went straight to voicemail. “Fuck this.” He gritted out and both swords were in his hands. You were only a couple portals away from him, and he ran through the blue circle, hoping your phone had just died, but even if that was the case it didn’t add up. Who sent you that message? Why did you think it had been him? Leo was impatient and when he came out on the other side of the portals into Albearto Land he was ready for anything.

What he found was nothing. Swords still in both hands he started walking around, looking for you. The park was mainly empty, except for the powered down robots. It was creepy. The longer he searched the more worried he got. No matter where he looked, even on the big center stage, it seemed you were no where in sight. “Where are you?” He sighed to himself, full of dread. Then a loud squeal from a microphone sounded through the intercoms around the amusement park. “You seem to need some help,” a smug voice rang out, echoing. “Who are you??” Leo called out and he was met with chuckles. “No no, you don’t get to ask the questions, why don’t you look towards the Ferris wheel.” The voice prompted and Leo did, clenching down on his jaw as he saw what looked like two figures at the top. He portaled closer and the voice immediately yelled, “PORTAL AGAIN AND THEY WILL BE PUSHED OFF.”

Leo’s grip tightened on his swords, he calculated if he would be able to make a portal in time to catch you and for now he didn’t want to risk it. So he walked the rest of the way to the ferris wheel. “Good, seems like you understand the risks,” the voice said, back to its smugness. “I don’t actually.” Leo quipped, “You gonna tell me what you want or..?” he drawled, trying to come up with a plan while he had the guy talking. The closer he got the more he could see that you were being held against your will, tittering over the edge of the cart. It looked like you were knocked out from where he stood, but he couldn’t tell for certain.

“I want those swords, the mystic power it can wield was never meant to fall into your irresponsible hands but mine they were promised to me,” Leo looked down at the swords he had borrowed from Draxum’s. “I don’t know these were a gift,” Leo joked and he was met with immediate anger. “No they are mine and you shall place them on the ground, get into the Ferris wheel and your friend shall be unharmed!” Leo sighed, “and if I don’t?” He pushed and he heard labored breathing over the intercom. “Then they will fall to their demise and it will be your-“

“Yeahhh I’ll take my chances buddy!” Leo was right beside the Ferris Wheel now, he was confident he’d be able to outmaneuver, outsmart, whatever this chump over the speakers could throw his way. So he portaled straight to the top carriage. One sword pointing straight to the person who held you, “If you let them go you’ll be falling next,” Leo threatened, eyes scary serious, then his eyebrows drew together, the person had duck tape wrapped on their mouth, and a strange looking collar equipped tightly around their neck. He was trembling with fear and Leo realized this person wasn’t working with the voice. “I can’t believe you!! You just- this is what you get for not LISTENING,”

The collar beeped only once. And then it exploded. The impact of the explosion pushing both Leo and Y/n out of the top cart. Tumbling through the air from the top of the ferris wheel towards the ground. Leo’s ears were ringing as he went in and out of consciousness for a few seconds. Seconds of falling through the air. What had just happened? Did that guy really just die? Leo’s vision was impaired by red. By blood. The wind whistling in his ears was what shook him to his core. With only one of his swords in his hands he swiped at the air, portaling to where you were falling, he had mere seconds before the both of you would hit the ground. He portaled again, grabbing your hand and pulled you through after him into the circle.

He hadn’t had time to think of where to portal to. He just knew he wanted to go home. He needed his brothers, his family. Leo slumped to the ground, his sword clattering away from him. He noted his surroundings, he was somewhere in the sewers. Good better than in Albearto land. Leo grimaced as he felt the high of adrenaline start to fade, his hands were trembling, he wiped his face, hands coming away with red stickiness. He almost threw up. He had the blood of an innocent person on him. Someone who paid with their life for Leo’s decisions. The blue turtle was spiraling, shaking his head as he kept looking down at his red hands. Guilt and shame and regret were washing over him. But he had done it for you, to make sure you were safe and away from the immediate danger.

Leo swallowed, remembering suddenly you were here. And he turned, groaning, he glanced down at his side to see he didn’t just have someone’s else’s blood on him, but his own. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in sharp and fast breaths, “-Y-y/n” Leo croaked, needing you to say something, do something, he really couldn’t do this alone. He was realizing quickly he wouldn’t be able to get up easily, much less reach for his sword to portal again. He needed to get to the lair, get his wounds looked at, the pain in his side swinging in with more force as the adrenaline finally drained to nothing. But it was quiet, Leo’s voice was met with the sounds of sewer water flowing in the distance. Leo opened his eyes, scooting over to where you had fell to the ground, “c’mon Y/n, I can’t do this by myself,” he said reaching out to touch your arm. Shaking you gently and his eyes widened slightly at how easily you moved.

“Y/n?” He said a little louder, moving closer so he could see the tape covering your mouth. He quickly peeled it off, fully expecting you to react with some sort of a grimace but you were quiet. Were you still knocked out? He shook your arm and you moved limply. His eyes roamed away from your closed eyes, away from the blood splattering on your own face, down towards your shirt where he noticed a rather large blood stain. His hand went there, coming away with warm blood. “Oh no no no,” Leo gasped, pulling you into his lap, forgetting about his own pain, “no Y/n, you’re going to be okay, you hear me?”

But he didn’t know what to do. Stop the bleeding of course but as he pulled your shirt away from your stomach, he was met with a gaping wound and he held you tighter. “SOMEONE HELP,” Leo wailed, his voice echoing down the sewer corridors. Tears were flowing down his face as he brought your shirt back down, applying pressure. “You just wait and see, Donnie’s gonna patch you up,” Leo said, one hand going into your hair, as he sniffed. He couldn’t stop himself as he pressed a kiss to your head, “you’re okay, we’re okay,” he murmured. And a bright light rounded the corner from across the way.

“Leo?!” Donnie exasperated as he ran forward, going down on his knees at the scene before him. Leo was fumbling for words, “you gotta save Y/n Donnie, they’re hurt real bad,” and Donnie scooped you up and out of Leo’s lap. Raph and Mikey rounded the corner seconds after. “Help Leo, we gotta get to the lair right now,” Donnie said in a stern voice as he took off in the direction he came from. Leo watched as he tried to stand, trying to follow Donnie. Raph came to steady his blue brother. “What happened?!” Raph exclaimed and Leo just shook his head. “God Raph it’s all my fault I don’t know what I was thinking, I wasn’t thinking!”

“Raph, Leo’s bleeding bad,” Mikey said as he went to Leo’s other side after picking up his brother’s sword. They both helped Leo limp back to the lair. “I’ll be fine, just is Y/n okay? Did Donnie fix everything??? I gotta go make sure they’re okay,” Leo said running out of breath as he started to hyperventilate. “Lee, calm down, I’ll make sure they are okay, you need to go see Dad,” Mikey said as he left Leo in Raph’s care to go find out about your condition. Raph quickly picked Leo up, wincing as his brother groaned in pain at the movement. He carried Leo into Splinter’s room who immediately jumped out of bed, asking the bare minimum questions as he got his first aid kit out.

Leo hardly remembered what happened next, Dad patched him up, asked questioned and he answered numbly but he wasn’t really there. Not in that room, he was back in Albearto Land, falling through the air, seeing you falling too, faster, like you couldn’t wait to hit the ground. He blinked and he was back in the sewers, holding you close and kissing your head, telling you that it would be okay. Because it had to be. There was no other options. He wouldn’t even think about anything other than you waking up and scolding the hell out of him. He’d endure a lifetime of scolding if it meant you would open your eyes. He’d do anything, go through anything. And his eyes shot open, he hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep. He moved, to get out of Splinter’s bed but was met with the force of a tail pushing him back down. “Where do you think you’re going?” Splinter said sternly. “Y/n,” Leo licked his dry lips, “are they okay?”

“Yes.” Splinter admitted and Leo felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. He knew you were okay. He had known everything would be fine. “Now tell me what happened, in full detail.” His father demanded quietly. Leo explained as best he could, from your phone call, to the weird claims that he had texted you to meet at Albearto Land, to the intercom voice, to the Ferris Wheel…

Leo suddenly came to a halt, the person, the innocent who had been killed, he hadn’t been working with the intercom. A sharp pain shot throughout Leo’s chest, “oh god dad I- someone died, I don’t know who but they had an explosive device on their neck,” Leo went into detail at how he had thought the person was in cahoots with the villain. But it turned out it had been a back up plan, in case Leo disregarded the intercom’s orders. “What did this voice want my son?” Splinter’s hand went out to Leo’s shoulder, knowing that his son was struggling to cope with what had just happened, “my swords, the mystic weapons,” Leo blinked. He continued recounting the rest of the evening, up to when Raph had carried him here. “We shall need to be careful, Donatello must be informed about the phone incident perhaps your phone was hacked..” Splinter spoke his thoughts aloud. He was moving to do just that and Leo was stirring to follow when Splinter turned back giving Leo a hard stare, “you must rest.”

Leo must’ve listened for maybe ten minutes before he was stumbling out of Splinter’s room. The living room was empty and he guessed everyone was in Donnie’s lab. As he approached, he heard hushed whispers, “what are we going to tell him?” it was quiet for a long time and Leo couldn’t take it anymore. “Tell me what??” His voice strained from the effort it took to stand. “What did I tell you?!” Splinter reprimanded. “Tell me what?!” Leo said again, ignoring Splinter entirely and focusing on his brother. “You should be in bed, your body will collapse Leo.”

It seemed like no one would answer him and Leo was about to have a panic attack because of it. “Y/n isn’t going to wake up for a while.” Donnie sighed, knowing Leo wasn’t going to even sit until he got his answers. “They will wake up though right?” Leo said, trying to look past Donnie to see if you were there. He was met with silence to his question which made him want to throw things. “God Donnie I’m not going to break just tell me the truth!” He huffed and he was met with hard stares. “I don’t know Leo, they lost a lot of blood, they should be at a real hospital, but Dad’s worried about Y/n being targeted by whoever is after your sword,” Donnie finished, crossing his arms. “Well then we take down that guy, once and for all because he’s not going to just get away. He killed someone today and practically…” Leo’s legs started to shake. Splinter pushed a chair forward for his son to collapse into.

“We ain’t letting this slide Leo, but we need more info,” Raph spoke up as he entered the lab. Meeting Donnie’s intense stare and shaking his head. “What?” Leo breathed out, getting tired of asking questions. “Went looking for your sword with Mikey, ain’t at Albearto’s.” Leo’s eyes closed, the explosion had blown one of his swords out of his hand. Probably right into the villain’s. “We should assume the villain has it then,” Donnie said.

The plan was to make sure everyone they cared about was safe. Mikey had gone to check on April, who would then be brought back to the lair just in case. After that days went by and the details of taking down the villain were made without Leo. No one wanted him to try and portal in to help. So he was left in the dark. A week later his family put that plan into action. But at least he got to be by your side. You had a life support machine hooked up to your body, wires were everywhere, it all looked so painful but Donnie had promised you hadn’t felt a thing. Leo sighed, he was in a chair, his face planted on the bed, turned to the side to keep his eyes on you.

He wished you would wake up. So very badly he wished your eyes would open. It had been too long since he last heard your voice. He shuddered, you had been annoyed with him over the phone. He could only imagine how angry you would be when you did wake, you would probably never want to see him again. Everything was his fault. Maybe if he had just listened, given up his swords, things would’ve worked out somehow. He’d much rather have you unharmed with no swords, then you unconscious with one sword. Oh if he could go back in time he’d do it right. But he couldn’t and he was stuck with the split second decision he made.

He felt your hand tentatively brush against his forehead and his eyes snapped open. His head coming up and both hands grabbing your hand, holding it. “Y/n?” He gasped, and he all but broke down as your eyes opened, a soft pained smile on your face. He was a mess, a jumble of words, mainly ‘I’m sorry’ was said over and over again. He felt your fingers curl in his hold, and he cried harder. He never thought he’d be so happy to just feel you move. The way your body had been so limp all those days ago, it had haunted Leo. “W-what happened?” Your voice was scratchy and Leo promised to tell you everything, but first you needed water.

“How do you feel? Should I call Donnie? They’re not back just yet..” Leo said as he watched you take small sips of the water he handed to you. “I could be better,” you said with more life in your voice, “definitely want a shower,” you grimaced at the smell. Leo hadn’t laughed the entire time you were unconscious but he was chuckling now, glad you felt good enough to joke. “Tell me,” you prompted. And so he did, he recounted every detail for you, tears pooling in his eyes again. “Y/n, you’ll never know how sorry I am, truly if I could go back and do it over again I’d never act so rash,” this was the part where you would scream at him, tell him how much of an idiot he was, beg to leave and never see him again. But none of that ever came, even as he watched your eyes harden with the knowledge of the truth.

“Lee, you did what you thought was right.. you didn’t know about the bomb,” Leo couldn’t believe it, you weren’t angry with him? You should be! “You’re like this because of me Y/n, let’s not sugarcoat things.” He said harshly, but it was towards himself, his self-hatred had grown. “I’m here because I didn’t call you before I left my house.” You said angrily, tears in your own eyes. Leo couldn’t possibly fathom how you had pinned this all on yourself, and maybe it was because he had done the same thing. The two of you were more alike in that regard than he had ever realized. “You did the best you could, to save me from a situation I put myself in,” you went on, and before he could open his mouth to refute, you shook your head. “I should’ve known better Leo,” and he sighed. “We’re both pretty stubborn when it comes to taking all the blame..” Leo joked and laughter escaped from you, making you groan as you covered your stomach. “Yeah well I learned that from the best,” you smiled.

And somehow, it got better. Maybe because through everything you could still smile at him. That alone was more comforting than you could ever know. So when Leo felt his body move on it’s own accord, nothing really crossed his mind until his lips met yours. He was ever so gentle with you, not wanting to cause anymore pain. He would take it all away if he could, shoulder your injuries for you. He’d do it because he loved you so god damn much. You kissed him back, one hand reaching up to touch the top of his plastron. Leo drew away, taking in a shaky breath…

“k i s s i n g” was sneakily whispered and Leo couldn’t stop the wide grin. “You little punk,” He said turning to see Mikey standing at the doorway, beaming mega watt smiles your way. “Sword acquired and villain bested,” Donnie said passing Mikey to come and check on your vitals. “And no one was hurt,” Raph tacked on. Leo sighed with relief. He didn’t think he could handle seeing anyone he cared about hurt ever again. “How am I Doc?” and Donnie glanced down at you with amused eyes, “healing faster than expected, so I’d say very well,” the good news did wonders for Leo’s spirit as he turned back to gaze at you happily. “Alright, if you guys don’t mind I’d like to go back to kissing now,” Leo said clearing his throat and giving you a flirty look as his brothers all gagged. He was leaning forward as Donnie hustled out of there, “it’s my lab by the way!” He hollered over his shoulder, never having been kicked out of his sanctuary before. You shook your head, meeting Leo halfway, this kiss wasn’t so gently, it was eager and happy and took your breath away.

#rise leo x reader #leo x y/n #leo x reader #leonardo hamato #tmnt fandom #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #turtle bros #leonardo #raph #donnatello #mikey #rise leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #leo #save rottmnt #rottmnt angst #rottmnt oneshot #rise tmnt oneshot #tmnt oneshot #tmnt angst

[riderofblackdragons]

Day 27: Caught In a Net

Here we go! Had a little bit of trouble with this one, given that I didn't particularly want to add another au into my whumpay collection, but I really couldn't find it in myself to write this for a different one. It just fits so perfectly here!

So this AU is an extension of the Not Your Brother AU, where Elijah is the child of Mikael and his thrall, not Esther. The difference is that Elijah's mother in this AU was a selkie, and Mikael held her coat. And as her child, Elijah was also a selkie - so now, after Esther's spell to make them all immortal, Elijah is a selkie-vampire hybrid.

This AU is called Seal Be With Ye, because I really do think I'm funny lol

Hope you enjoy!

Looking down at his brother, Klaus couldn’t help but laugh. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and when it seemed as though his laughter was going to stop, he’d just look back at his older brother, and it would start again.

It wasn’t as though they were in any danger. Elijah had gone out for a swim earlier, in the harbour waters, where no sane person, supernatural or no, would willingly swim. And to be fair, Elijah hadn’t exactly gone in as a person. He’d taken his sealskin, letting his siblings know he’d be out for a while, and left, a bag for his clothes over his shoulder.

Around an hour later, a man had arrived at the compound, banging at its doors. He was just a mortal, barely enough to catch Klaus’ interest as anything but a snack, but his words had given the vampire pause. They’d caught a seal in the harbour.

There was only one seal in the harbour, Klaus knew. Elijah had informed him, the first time he’d gone swimming in those disgusting waters. The other selkies his brother had known didn’t like coming this close to humanity, hadn’t in some centuries, and it was too polluted for regular seals to come close.

Klaus shouted for Marcellus before he left, intent on bringing the boy with him. He’d get a laugh out of this, even if his foster son didn’t, but it would be good for Marcellus to see that Elijah wasn’t infallible, in Klaus’ opinion.

He probably could’ve predicted that Marcellus wasn’t all that enthused to see his other guardian trapped in a net. He immediately asked Klaus about getting the poor seal down, but instead Klaus just started laughing at Elijah. His beady seal eyes were glaring at Klaus, and his flippers were crossed in the best imitation of a human’s crossed arms that he could do.

Of course, Elijah had a surefire way to get himself down from here. He just needed to remove his skin, and he could cut himself free, Klaus’ assistance rendered useless. So Klaus kept laughing, knowing that the only thing preventing Elijah’s freedom from the net was his own pride, and his unwillingness to be naked in front of all these men.

It wasn’t as though it mattered, in Klaus’ opinion. Elijah could have gotten out, compelled the men to forget, and gotten back into the ocean, well before he’d shown up with Marcellus. But he definitely wasn’t going to be removing that seal skin anytime soon now, Klaus knew. Not with Elijah’s reluctance to compel Marcellus, and his equal hesitation to get naked on front of their ward.

So he just laughed, and ignored Marcellus’ protests and cries for Klaus to help Elijah out.

Which, really, it wouldn’t take that long for Klaus to set him free. A few minutes, at most. He could’ve even just compelled the men around them to let Elijah go, and it would’ve been fine. But why would he, when the situation was this funny. Klaus thought Elijah should really have expected this from him, when he got himself caught, and refused to endure temporary ridicule to free himself.

Oh, he’d be paying for this as soon as his brother was free, Klaus had no doubt. Elijah was just as vindictive as Klaus, when he felt justified to, and this would definitely incentivise him to. Klaus wasn’t looking forward to the inevitable revenge, but now he’d started, he figured that he may as well earn whatever Elijah was going to dish out later.

Speaking of dishing out things, Klaus realised that Elijah’s clothes were nowhere to be seen. To be fair, he hadn’t expected Elijah to be swimming off of this area of the harbour, with all the mortals around, but it was still a good idea if he knew where they were. Just to make sure no one robbed his brother, of course.

It was more than likely, as well, that Elijah would be finishing his swim after he was released from the net. Klaus was surprised it wasn’t breaking already, given that Elijah had been in it for who knows how long. And Elijah, despite being a relatively small species of seal, was surprisingly heavy, although he’d always just said it was because his normal weight was squeezed into a smaller size when he was a seal.

Klaus just had to wait, he figured. The mortals wouldn’t do anything if he was still there, but he wasn’t about to stop laughing and actually help his brother out. It would defeat some of the humour he was getting from this entire situation.

Inside the net, Elijah started plotting and scheming on how he’d get Klaus back for this. It wasn’t his fault he hadn’t noticed the net, too busy racing after some fish, but it was absolutely Klaus’ fault he wasn’t down already.

He’d make sure Marcellus wasn’t affected, though. Elijah could see the poor boy was trying convince Klaus to let Elijah down, and he did appreciate it. It was just a pity that his brother wasn’t letting him get his way this time.

#tvd #to #the vampire diaries #the originals #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #marcel gerard #selkie elijah mikaelson #au - seal be with ye #whumpay

[hack-me-jake]

not the same - chapter 5

Characters : Jake x MC (Jade).

Words : 1700.

PROMISE

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We don't talk for hours. I don't move my head away from the window even though after a while I had a strong desire to look in his direction. He had offered me some sandwiches at the beginning of our ride and I didn't refuse because it would've been really stupid. He knew I had not eaten proper food for more than 24 hours.

I wondered where he got the food from. I bet it was not from the motel or anywhere nearby because there was no sign of life or anything around except trees and endless empty roads.

I was growing impatient now. we were in the car for hours, I had no one to talk to, and sitting in the same position for a long time made my body ache. How could he drive for so long? without showing any sign of exhaustion?

I swallow when I look at him. I couldn't see him clearly when he was driving the first time we met because it was night and very dark. In this broad daylight, his posture, his movements, even the way he sat and the way his face was glowing when the sunlight reflected, everything about him made my jaw drop. It's impossible for a human being to look this attractive. I hated the fact that he was irresistible. I hated that I wanted to hug him so bad right now.

Why? Why did I still want him after what he did? Why do I feel safe with him? Why do I feel like he would never harm me even though I've been trying hard to convince myself that he was not to be trusted?

This was crazy. I can't handle this. 

"Stop the car," I command him, sitting up straight and setting my hair. 

"Why?" he asks, not even glancing at me. 

"I need to pee, Jake" I add more when he doesn't stop "Do you want my urine all over your seat?"

He turns the car towards the side of the road and faces me "Five minutes."

"Does that mean you'll leave if I'm not back in five minutes?" My eyebrow rises.

"I don't want your pee all over my car seat. Hurry up and do your thing." I'm surprised by his sudden strong voice. It doesn't sound mean but I guess he never talked to me like that. His voice was always neutral or soft or terrifying.

I get off the car and breathe in the fresh air. Everything is green around me, it feels good. I walk without looking back, somehow I could feel his eyes on me. I keep walking deeper into the forest having no idea where I was heading. After a few minutes, I stop and settle down with a tree against my back so I could lean. 

I sit there for a long time staring at particularly nothing, processing the changes in my life. Being near Jake and not being able to touch him was pure torture.

I wished I could just disappear, forget about everything, and start a new life somewhere... isn't that what we all wish for, all the time? so we could get away from our brutal realities and disturbing thoughts? so we could forget all the sad memories and traumas that haunt us both day and night?

We know it's impossible to just vanish but we still hope. Hoping it gets better. Hoping for something magical. A miracle.

We are hopeless without hope. When we go hopeless, we die. So there's nothing we can do but hope. That's sad-

"It's been thirty minutes." I hear Jake's voice behind me and I flinch.

I don't turn around and wait until he is standing beside where I sit "I'm surprised you didn't abandon me."

He didn't reply anything to that "What are you doing here?"

"We need a break from our journey." I roll my eyes.

He hesitates but sits beside me anyway "We should be hurrying up, you know."

"Don't you ever get tired? You've been driving constantly. I have never seen you take rest."

He turns to me "I thought you were mad at me."

I can't help but smile "I hate you so much."

"Maybe it's better this way." He whispers, sighing.

Confused, I ask "What do you mean?"

He stares at my lips for barely a second and for a moment I think I had imagined it, but I know I didn't.

Removing his eyes from my face, he spoke "It is my promise to keep you safe and I will keep protecting you, even though sometimes you may not understand my ways. I just hope you still trust me enough to know that I will not harm you."

"I don't know what to do anymore." I throw my hands up in the air in frustration.

"Do you really hate me?" He asks, again with that look, he stares at my lips and lets out a heavy breath.

I can practically hear nothing but my heartbeat now. My chest hurts and I want to pull his head and kiss him and...

"I can't control myself around you." his voice is rough and soft which drives me even madder.

I can't believe myself when I say "don't control yourself."

Now we both are staring intensively at each other's lips but none of us move further. It's like there's an invisible wall between us.

His head lowers "I'm a terrible person. We can't..." He shakes his head "We are not supposed to be doing this." There's so much guilt in his voice.

He moves away to get up but I grab his hand and pull him towards me. I touch his face. His body tenses by this unexpected moment but then he leans into my touch and closes his eyes, letting out a tiny moan.

His face is built by a sculpturer, it seems. Perfect curves and edges. So smooth, it's the softest thing I've ever touched. 

His hands find my other hand which lay on my side. He holds it with both of his hands and my entire body is alive with heat. His divine scent is everywhere. I stroke his cheek.

His eyes open and I withdraw my hand when he tilts his face from my hand but still holds my other hand. 

I thought he would open his mouth to tell me that we should be leaving now but he doesn't. Between one blink and the other, his mouth is in mine and his hands are in my hair. There's no softness or patience in our kiss. Soon, I'm flat on my back and he holds himself above me. His mouth moves to explore my neck. 

I put my hands on his shoulders and try pushing him, I start "Jake, tell me-" but he finds a spot on my neck and drops quick hot kisses and I forget what I wanted to say.

I try pushing him again just for a moment "Tell me you won't ever leave me."

His breathing is uneven but he manages to reply "Jade, I think you already know the consequences of being with me."

I want to know his answer, I say in anger and rush "I don't care. Promise me you won't leave me."

He tries to sit back but I have my fingers tightly curled on his hoodie "Jade. You need to think about this-"

I repeat "I don't care." I pull him close so there's no distance between us "I really want you."

He smiles and then whispers "I promise."

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#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood fanfiction #jake x mc #duskwood jake x mc #i literally suck at writing romantic moments #😭😭😭

[inastrangerskiss]

recipes

Timothy Thatcher x Reader

content warning: fluff and nothing more, nothing less

summary: you bake a cake for tim's birthday

vaguely inspired by "mess it up" by gracie abrams

Crack one egg.

No, wait, turn the oven on. You never, ever remembered to preheat the oven. With traces of yolk running down the side of your hand you hurried to the old gas stove and programmed it to warm until it reached 325 degrees.

You had to get this right. You wanted to get this right.

“Please don’t get me anything. I hate my birthday.” Tim had grumbled, a hand against his mouth. “The best gift you can give me is to act like it’s just another day.”

At first you had told yourself that you’d adhere to his request. Not everyone loved their birthday the same as you loved yours. If he didn’t want to celebrate then that was his right.

But then you remembered last year. He had surprised you at home with a rented movie and dinner from your favorite place, the one on the corner below his apartment that was open at all hours of the night. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the food was horrible. You only loved it because when you were eating it it meant you were with him, curled up on his couch, perilously close to resting your head on his leg.

Once, in the early hours of the morning, you were sat in that exact position, picking at soggy fries, knowing you needed to sleep but feeling far too wired by his presence to succumb. As you stared at the images flashing by on the television he regaled you with a story about birthdays as a child and the cake his grandma always made him. Vanilla with chocolate icing. A basic recipe but one that was close to his heart.

You had to get this right.

Spoon the flour into the measuring cup, sweep off the excess. Repeat. Combine with salt and baking powder.

He was never very good at birthdays, he’d claim. He had gotten you all sorts of gifts before giving up. One year it was a water bottle. Another year it was a pack of scrunchies. One year he arrived on your doorstep with a composition notebook and a ballpoint pen. He always seemed mildly embarrassed by what he perceived as inadequate presents.

But you carried that water bottle everywhere you went. The scrunchies were always the one thing you never left the house without and they always held your hair back, never letting loose strands fall into your face. And the notebook went with you on every trip, every car ride and flight until every page was full with random musings and memories you never wanted to forget.

Beat the eggs, the vanilla, the almond extract with the sugar until combined. Fold in the dry ingredients. Add the milk and butter. Mix until combined.

You would do this for anyone, you reminded yourself. You loved giving gifts. You loved giving comfort. But something about this felt different. It was like the time that you had both gone to get your car repaired at a mechanic. You would’ve asked any of your friends to come along, there was nothing special about this invitation. But while you sat in the car outside of the shop a tension filled the space. Tim turned and smiled at you as if he felt it too. His hand grazed yours as it sat on the clutch and, although it felt as though the space had been vacuumed of air, you felt at peace. You wished he would do it again.

And he did, this time letting his hand linger for just a second longer than you had expected. When you looked at him he was looking at the back of your palm, like he too felt the electricity and was trying to understand it.

Pour the batter into the 8” pans and bake for forty minutes. Make the frosting by combining cocoa powder, butter, confectioners sugar and two pinches of sugar until fluffy.

You laughed as you found yourself babysitting the cakes in the oven. Maybe you did care more than you should. Maybe it was because Tim was your best friend. Maybe it was because you wanted to see him happy on his special day. Maybe it’s because he kissed you at that last party you were both at and you were hoping that you might get to experience that sort of elation just once more.

He had found you standing in the corner, ready to go and offered to walk you home. You accepted, not wanting to brave the dark and lonely evening by yourself. He walked with his hands shoved in his pocket, his back just slightly more rigid than normal. He walked you to the front door of your apartment building and you apologized for taking him from his friends so early in the night.

“I’d rather be here.” He shrugged. You didn’t know where “here” was but you smiled pleasantly all the same.

You assembled the cakes on the base of your handy little cake carrier, finishing it with a layer of sprinkles across the top. It wasn’t gorgeous but it looked like the sort of thing he’d appreciate. You snapped the lid to the base and slid your shoes on. Carefully, you walked down the sidewalk and to his building, the fast food place still churning out greasy burgers and fries despite the time of day. You waved to the doorman who gave you a pleasant nod. You pressed the button on the elevator, not wanting to brave the stairs with your hard work in hand.

Then a sense of anxiety settled in your stomach. He said to ignore his birthday - what if he really meant it? What if this made him upset? What if you overstepped a boundary? What if he opened his home to you and saw what you had done and slammed the door in your face.

You had time to turn around, you had time to leave and send him a text telling him you hoped he had a good day. Before you could do any damage control the elevator doors opened and there was Tim, unlocking his front door, looking as if he were fresh from the gym.

“Tim!” You called, immediately kicking yourself. Now there was no escape plan.

He looked up at you, almost shocked that you were in his hallway. The shock turned into a warm smile, the parentheses around the side of his mouth deepening as genuine happiness became him.

“Hey kid. What’re you doing here?”

You held the cake out as you approached him. He looked at you and then the carrier, his brow furrowing for just a moment causing your heart to race.

“For me?” He asked. He didn’t seem mad. He only seemed confused.

You nodded. His hand reached out for your arm, gently holding it as he continued to examine the baking masterpiece you had created for him and him alone. His thumb ran in slow, small circles over your exposed skin.

“You shouldn’t have.” He murmured.

“I wanted to.”

There was a pause. You felt like you might explode but then, with the most gentle grin he turned his head up to face you. He leaned in cautiously and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“C’mon. There’s candles inside.”

He waved you into his home, allowing you to walk ahead of him. His hand on your arm moved down to your waist as you entered, shutting the door behind you.

The night was young, the cake was fresh. It was his birthday and you were exactly what he had hoped he’d receive.

#I said I’d post a lil sumn sumn #timothy thatcher imagines #timothy thatcher imagine #timothy thatcher fanfiction #timothy thatcher x reader #timothy thatcher #timothy thatcher fanfic #okay so the content of the song doesn't exactly go with the story but the vibe is there

[the-pallid-king]

That makes sense, he tilts his head, but then shrugs again. “Then it’s a good thing I didn’t.” Because he’s not good at giving things up either, but also, “I didn’t want anyone else. Maybe I would’ve eventually, I don’t know. I couldn’t even think about it.” But he shares the sentiment. If you’d found someone else, he likely would’ve bounced between calm acceptance and murder, and settled somewhere in between. 

He frowns when you start to correct him, but don’t. He wants you to be honest. Though, there is a thing as too much honesty. He might’ve found it. He wonders if he pissed you off enough, if you’d forget trying to make him comfortable or being worried about what he thinks. Except, the store provides its own diversion, and he looks over to make sure this isn’t too much for you. Though, again, besides the overstimulation of so much sex gear packed into such a little space, he’s not sure if you’d know to be bothered. It helps him relax some. 

The old man gives him conspiring smile and a squeeze to his shoulder, and stage whispers in a high pitched tone that leaves his ear tickling. “But I bet you hardly need to add flavors to this lad, am I right? Good young men. Nice boys. Come in, come in. See what we have.” The man releases him and turns, wobbling down another aisle, clearly intent on recommending exactly what he thinks two nice boys need. 

His shoulders sag and he doesn’t even try to hide his distress, but lets his arm uncurl from your waist to slide his fingers into your hand instead. They can navigate the narrow aisles better this way. But he almost doesn’t even want to see what the man is taking them after. He glances at merchandise as they walk past boxes of love dolls in every shape and variety, and he realizes why he never comes to these places. He stops at the end of an aisle where a display of sex swings is hanging and feels his brows shoot up. 

“Here we are. Have you seen anything like it? So easy. Just pull the cords—“ Ichigo blinks when the ropes fall open into webbing with leg straps, and what is unmistakably a dick hole uncomfortably close to his person. “Handy little contraption.” Except the shop owner seems to mistake whatever look has found it’s way to Ichigo’s face for confusion. “Oh goodness. Now, now, once you get started, there’s really no wrong way to do it. Let’s see… It goes like this…” 

Ichigo doesn’t cringe externally as the man begins looping the straps on his arms, showing the basic method, but internally he’s grabbing his eye lids with both hands and tugging them closed. He doesn’t want to see this, but it’s so awful, he’s caught up in a fight or flight response, and since neither are appropriate, he just freezes, staring, hoping his face is somehow miraculously polite, watching the demonstration and hoping the image isn’t burned into the back of his unblinking retinas. “Oh,” he finally manages. “Like… that. Right. That’s… “ The man is so short the crotch hole is somewhere around his knees. He looks over at you for help, which you have so far failed spectacularly at giving. The only word coming to mind is horrifying, and he can’t say that. “Handy,” he finally bites out. 

The old man nods, enthusiasm returning. “Oh, yes. They didn’t have anything quite this helpful in my time, we had to be more resourceful. But that is life, I suppose. Yes, yes. Here you go, here you go.” He picks up a deceptively small box and drops it in Ichigo’s arms before Ichigo can think of a way to decline it. 

“Uh…” That’s not what they came to get. Not even close. But the old man begins walking and waves them on behind him. Ichigo looks for a place to put the box he’s been given, but there’s so much stuff everywhere, he flounders and the old man is moving on, and he decides to just leave it at the counter on their way out.

“Ah yes, how about this one here. Try this one, you won’t regret it…” He turns and holds out what looks like an long tube toward you, and Ichigo blinks, protective urges ruffling, but surely it’s safe. It doesn’t seem like the old man has ever had ill intentions in his life. “Stick your finger right in there. In the end there, don’t be afraid.”

He listens to that. It's kind of stuff they've already been over but he doesn't mind hearing it again. And he's probably said or shown it fifty times by now, but, "I'm glad you came for me." He really was trying his damnedest to figure out a way back to you and to the human world, but he also didn't think it would happen. He was all but certain that he was stuck there forever, or at least too long for it to matter. Stuck in a different world while you were living out your human life.

His brows go up a bit when the old man starts talking about how he tastes. His mind immediately processes that in a very hollow way, of course, and only converts it to human sexual terms second. He doesn't really know how to react to that. His gaze slides over to you, looking for clues, but you look a lot less comfortable with this whole situation than him, honestly.

This whole situation is a bit strange. You're always so private about things. All humans seem to be really private about sex, but then these stores exist and apparently it's fine for strangers to be very open and forward while here? So weird. Human society is strange and contradictive. His attention slides to you again when you start to pull your arm from around him and take his hand instead. When they're led to a contraption with a lot of straps and buckles, he's immediately ready to nope out of this. All of that looks very restrictive and he wants nothing to do with it. But he ends up watching the rather ridiculous demonstration with equal parts morbid fascination, skepticism, and maybe some mild revulsion and discomfort. He shakes his head slightly when you look over at him. He does not want that. If you want to wear it, fine, but you will not be putting any of that on him.

His hand tightens on yours when they're led somewhere else, expecting whatever the old man comes up with next to be somehow worse. He's not quite regretting this trip, but he's a bit less sure this is amusing now. Except this new thing is a lot less intimidating and maybe equally strange and even though he understands that brief, simple instruction just fine, he gaze flickers from the object, to the old man holding it up to him, and back several times before he very tentatively does what he's been told, not taking his eyes off the device in case he decides he needs to... he doesn't even know. Defend himself maybe? What a ridiculous thought. It's a tiny old man and a tube in front of him.

#ask #ichxgo #two of the worlds' (plural) strongest and most dangerous creatures bullied and intimidated by an old man and some silicone

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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[storiesforallfandoms]

proposition ~ corpse husband

word count: 1880

request?: no

description: in which her friend invites her to play video games with them and she decides to playfully proposition the stranger with the deep voice

pairing: corpse x female!

warnings: swearing

masterlist

You had been bored out of your skull until you got a message from Sean asking you to play Among Us with some of his friends. You had met some of his closest friends, like Felix and Mark, of course, but he made sure to warn you that there would be some new people in this group. While that made you a little anxious, you knew that playing a video game would help you to warm up to the new people.

Sean sent you a link to the Discord call and you joined almost immediately. You weren’t sure if anyone else was in the call, so you didn’t speak for a moment while you set up the game. It wasn’t until an unnaturally low voice spoke that you realized you weren’t alone.

“Hello?”

You jumped at the voice, shocked that just that one word made your heart race a million miles a minute.

“H-Hello?” you responded.

“Who’s this?” the voice asked.

“Who’s this?” You immediately cringed at the lame response.

The voice chuckled, another sound that made your heart race. “I asked you first.”

“I’m (Y/N),” you finally responded. “I’m friends with Sean.”

“Oh yeah, he’s mentioned you a few times. I’m Corpse, I’m friends with Dave and Felix.”

“Corpse?” you question. “Is that your real name?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You couldn’t help but smile at this. You were shocked at how fast you were warming up to Corpse, but there was just something about him that was just so warm and welcoming.

The two of you talked for some time until Sean popped into the chat. “Geez, (Y/N), you fucking nerd. You’re so early.”

“I had no other plans tonight!” you argued.

Corpse’s low chuckle alerted Sean that he was in the chat as well. “Ah, (Y/N) I see you’ve met deep daddy.”

Your face burned with blush, although you weren’t sure why. “Wait, deep daddy? Please tell me you guys don’t actually call in that.”

“Jason does,” came the familiar voice of Felix as he joined the chat. “Can’t blame him, Corpse’s voice even makes me question my marriage with Marzia.”

The more people that joined, the more jokes that were made about Corpse’s voice and how upset they were that Corpse was playing because he was such a good imposter. You sat in silence, chuckling every now and then but never really speaking. Not like anyone was giving you the chance with how much they were yelling over one another.

You started missing talking to Corpse one on one, but you knew the game had to happen eventually. You just hoped that it would go better than you were expecting.

The first few games started with you as a crewmate. You were killed first in the first game by Sean, who immediately self reported and got voted out because of it. The second game, you made it three rounds before catching Toast kill someone and got him out. The third game, you were in the other room when Corpse killed someone and he blamed you, leading to you getting voted off.

By the time the fourth round came around, you were teamed up with Corpse as the imposter.

“Easy dub,” you commented to yourself. “He’s too good. He’s gotten imposter like three times in a row and no one has noticed.”

You followed Corpse for a while, pretending to do tasks with him. You walked into a room that had only Felix and Rae when your kill button was ready to go. At the same time, you and Corpse killed them both and raced out of the room.  You were about to kill Sean when Toast found Felix and Rae’s bodies.

“I don’t want to sound sus by pointing fingers,” he began, “but Corpse and (Y/N), you haven’t left one another’s sides all game. What the fuck?”

“I’m watching her back,” Corpse responded before you could say anything. “(Y/N) is so small and innocent, if she died on my watch I would never forgive myself.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at this.

“You blamed her for your killing last game!” Leslie argued.

“That was last game! I’m not imposter now!” Corpse responded.

“If Corpse was imposter I fully believe he would’ve killed me by now,” you added. “He has no reason to keep me alive.”

“Unless he likes you,” Jason singsonged, causing the group to all talk at once about you and Corpse.

“Get back to the game!” you called over them, even though the thought of Corpse potentially liking you made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

No one was ejected (Skipped).

You tried not to think about what everyone had been saying, but it was hard not to. You didn’t know what Corpse looked like, he made you aware that no one knew except for a select few YouTube friends, but you found yourself drawn to him. Sure, his voice was hot, but in the short time you two had to talk together you found that his personality was equally as attractive. 

The distraction caused you to forget what you were doing and almost kill right in front of Toast. You held your breath, hoping you hadn’t accidentally clicked on the mouse and absolutely decapitated Sean right in front of someone. When nothing happened, you quickly ran out of the room and as far away from them as possible.

Your phone chimed. You took your eyes off the screen for a moment to see that it was a private message on Discord from none other than Corpse himself.

“What was that about? 😂”

“I was distracted and almost killed Sean in front of Toast. Had to make a speedy exit.”

“What were you distracted by? 😉"

Lucky for you, another meeting was called before you could respond.

“Okay, for real (Y/N),” came Toast’s voice. “What the fuck is going on? You were just stood in admin with me and Sean, then suddenly you raced out, and now you’re just standing in the middle of the cafeteria not moving at all.”

“She’s distracted,” came Corpse’s voice before you could respond.

You felt your face heating up again. “I was distracted, by my dog. He’s currently at my feet with his toy. He keeps looking at me with his big eyes, it’s hard to concentrate.”

“Awe, send me a picture of the little guy! I miss him a lot!” Sean said.

No one was ejected (Skipped).

You took a deep breath and concentrated on the game. You decided to stick with Corpse again, only breaking off to make it look like you were fixing the sabotages that you were setting. You and Corpse managed to kill three other bodies, leaving you with one more to kill before winning. And you knew exactly who you wanted it to be.

You sent Corpse a quick message before going to look for Sean.

“Do not kill anyone, leave this to me”

Seconds later you got a response. “Aye aye captain.”

You entered electrical as Sean was doing a task. You walked up behind him and hit the kill button without hesitation. You watched your character cut his body in half before the victory screen came up for you and Corpse.

“I fucking knew it!” Toast exclaimed. “You guys were too sus!”

“What can I say, we make a good team, right (Y/N)?”

You smiled to yourself as you responded, “Yeah, we do.”

Everyone started talking the one time again, joking around with each other. You started feeling like you were fading into the background again, which normally you’d be okay with, but you were starting to feel more comfortable with the group. You wanted to feel more comfortable with Sean’s friends, especially with Corpse.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. You smirked to yourself as you declared into your mic, “Guys! Guys, I have something I wanna say! Everyone, shush!”

The talking soon died down as everyone listened to you intently. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you knew there was no backing out of it now.

“I have a proposition for Corpse,” you said, which was met by cheers and exclamations of excitement. When everyone silent down again, you took a deep breath and forced the words out before you chickened out. “Corpse, are you single?”

You heard his low chuckle through the voices talking excitedly. “I am single, yes.”

“Good to know.”

There was a silence as everyone waited to see if you’d follow up on your comment. When you didn’t, Sean exclaimed, “What was the proposition?!”

“Wouldn’t you guys like to know,” you said with a knowing smirk to yourself.

The game went on for another few hours before you finally had to call it a night. You said goodbye to everyone and exited the game. While shutting down your computer and getting ready for bed, your phone chimed. Another message from Discord.

“It was really nice meeting you tonight. We make a pretty good imposter team, you should play with us more often.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Corpse’s message. You felt like a giddy teenage girl as you got into bed, clutching your phone tightly in your hands.

“It was really fun, I’m glad Sean invited me. I’ll definitely come play more in the future if you guys want me!”

You saw the three dots pop up, showing that Corpse was typing. They went away a moment, then popped up again, then away again. This happened a few more times before another message came in.

“About that proposition...”

“What about it? 😉”

“Was just wondering how serious you were about it, or if there was an actual proposition at all.”

You looked at the message for a long time. Of course, at the time you didn’t think it was serious. It was just a fun joke at the expense of your friends. But now that he was asking...what did you say?

You thought about your message for a long time before typing, “I was as serious as you want me to be.”

There was an extended pause on Corpse’s end before he responded, “Well, I know we just met, but I’m pretty serious about it. I’d like to get to know you more. You seem like a really nice girl.”

“You seem like a nice guy.”

“Can I Skype you tomorrow?”

The question shocked you considering what he had told you earlier. “You’re willing to show me your face?”

“Only a select few know what I look like, I trust you to be one of those few.”

Your heart fluttered yet again as you typed your response. “Well then, I’d love to Skype tomorrow. I’ll send you my name so you can add me.”

You laid back in bed after adding Corpse to Skype, feeling excited for the next day. You could hardly sleep now thinking about what you’d get to do in almost 12 hours time. It felt like too far away, you wanted to call him right then and there.

Just as you were starting to drift to sleep, your phone chimed again. You checked it one last time before bed to see a final message from Corpse.

“Goodnight, see you tomorrow”

“Goodnight Corpse, see you tomorrow”

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband imagine #corpse imagine #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #imagine #one shot #youtube

[beels-burger-babe]

Hi! I saw that requests are open, if it's not a problem could i request Satan reacting to MC coming to him with new books every time they hang out because they want him to read them out loud since they have a short attention span? Like, Satan would be reading said book while MC is drawing or doing something else.

I have adhd and reading books that are not digital is a nightmare for me, so him reading out loud would be pretty relaxing.

Btw it's up to you if you wanna do headcanons or a oneshot!

ABSOLUTELY!!! So this is actually my first request and I'm super excited because as someone who also has ADHD I can totally relate! I hope you like it!

Too Still, Too Quiet

GN!MC with ADHD Summary: Satan notices that MC seems to have a hard time hanging out with him; he's determined to get to the bottom of the issue and find a solution.

After living in the House of Lamentation for nearly a year, you've grown accustomed to the many quirks that came with living with the seven Lords of the Devildom. You had gotten close to the brothers, and as they picked up on your symptoms for your ADHD, they each found their own ways of being helpful. Lucifer had always known, as it was written on your file, and made a point of sending you subtle reminders throughout the day to keep you organized and on task. He brushed it off saying that it merely prevented him from having to go after you later on if you forgot or did something incorrectly.  Mammon was no stranger to having a hard time prioritizing and staying focused and took pride in lending you some of the different tools he used to fidget with. After all, his human deserved the best, and you couldn’t get any better than using something that belonged to the great Mammon. Leviathan’s room provided a relaxing atmosphere with just enough stimulation to keep your brain satisfied enough to focus on your school work and tasks. The sounds of the aquarium provided a fantastic back ground noise, and Levi always took caution in wearing his headphones when he gamed if you were working in his room to not add to the distractions around you.  Asmodeus had a good eye for when you were growing too frustrated by the regular chaos that tended to fill the House of Lamentation and would pull you aside to his room for some self-care to help calm you down. There was nothing like a head message and face mask from Asmo as he happily gossiped about the latest drama in The Fall to help ground you.  Beelzebub, on the other hand, was great at noticing when you were starting to grow restless. In those moments, he’d not-so-subtly state that he was heading to the gym and it’d sure be nice if he had someone to join in before very obviously making eye contact with you. At first you had a hard time figuring out a good balance between a work out that satisfied Beel while also not killing you. But now the two of you easily worked with each other until you were both sweating, smiling, and happy. He also made sure to remind you to eat through out the day whenever you went to a round of hyper-fixation on something. Belphegore wasn’t particularly helpful when it came to your forgetful spells or disorganization as, being the Avatar of Sloth, he would normally encourage such behavior. Instead, he did what he did best, and helped put your wandering mind to ease whenever you were trying to sleep.  The only person, and not for a lack of trying, that you just couldn’t seem to find a flow with was Satan. 

He was too quiet and organized for you to be able to stand being around him for long periods of time. You had tried hanging out with him a couple of times, but after a few minutes of him silently reading or him explaining whichever text he was currently studying, you would grow restless and distracted.  Which brought you to your current situation.  Satan had invited you to come relax in his room with him, as the rest of his brothers were dealing with the aftermath of their most recent dilemma. It wasn’t so bad at first, some light conversation here, some banter there, but soon your mind started to wander off to the spines of the endless books around you as you pondered on what might be inside them.  “MC?”  Your attention snapped back onto Satan, who stood frowning at you. You blushed and scratched the back of your neck. “Oh, I’m sorry. I got a little distracted. What were you saying?”  Satan sighed as his frown deepened.  “I’ve noticed that tends to happen a lot with you. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” He quickly amended raising his hands in defense. “But it seems particularly bad when you’re with me. You get quite jittery and I don’t think you’ve ever stayed in my room longer than ten minutes,” for a second his eyes almost looked sad as he looked over at you, “Is it something I’m doing? Do I make you uncomfortable?”  “No! Satan, no, it’s not you I promise!” You quickly reassured moving closer to him. “It’s just well I have a hard time staying still and focusing on things and when it gets too quiet it bothers me because then my brain is like hyper fixating on the smallest noises in the room, even though I’m supposed to be focusing on what you’re saying or my work, and it’s like, is that a page a turning or a something scratching at the door and then I start wondering about what kind of things could be in here and-”  “MC.” Satan cut off, though he didn’t seem annoyed. In fact, his eyes now gleamed with a sense of understanding. “Do you happen to have ADHD?”  “Yeah, I thought you all knew? Lucifer told all of you when I arrived right? That’s why everyone is so-” you moved your hand in a vague gesture that even you weren’t entirely sure what it was meant to symbolize.  Satan huffed and shook his head. “Lucifer did no such thing. I imagine he would’ve told us if it came to be a big enough problem. But you know him. He takes pride in being the only one to know certain things. “  You frowned and tilted your head in confusion. “But then what about the others? They’ve all been helping me out for months now.”  Satan placed a hand under his chin in thought, “They most likely took note of individual symptoms and decided to help. Belphegore, and possibly even Leviathan and Asmodeus may have put two and two together, but the rest probably think you’re just forgetful or that you’re restless,” he smiled reassuringly at you, “but that’s besides the point. Now that I know, I can help make you feel more at ease when you’re with me. What’s the main issue that you-” “It’s too quiet!” You quickly cut off, causing Satan to raise an eyebrow. “When we’re in here relaxing and you’re just reading and I’m supposed to be reading too, it’s too quiet. I try to focus on the book, but my mind keeps jumping around to other things. And I want to read all those books you’ve recommended to me, I really do, but I start feeling bored after a little while and next thing I know I jumping sentences without noticing and then I’ve gone an entire chapter with no recollection of what I’ve just read because I wasn’t really paying attention to the words at all I was just flipping pages without realizing it, so I have to go back and re-read the whole thing all over again!” You throw your hands in the air in frustration. “Is exhausting and makes me feel dumb, so I get up and do something else instead.”  Satan nodded, taking in every word carefully. “Well first of all,” you yelped as he flicked your forehead.  “Ouch! What was that for?!”  The demon smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “For calling yourself dumb. Just because you have more difficulty with literature than others, does not mean you’re dumb. You simply require a different reading strategy than what most consider “usual”, and I believe I have a solution that would suit both of us,” you perked up at his words. “I recommended those books to you because I greatly enjoyed them myself. How about, when you’re here, you can choose a book you want to read, and I will read it out loud for you? That should help, yes?”  A light airy warmth filled your chest at just how accommodating Satan was willing to be. “But what about the books that you were reading?”  The demon shrugged, “I can always read them in my spare time.” He moved closer to take your hands into his, silently demanding your full attention. “I want to spend more time with you and get to know you better. I want you to be comfortable and be able to be yourself when you’re around me without feeling stressed. This is honestly the least I could do for you, MC.”  Blushed rushed to your cheeks as you felt your heart flutter in your chest. You awkwardly cleared your throat and took your hands back, rubbing them on your legs as you noted how clammy they were. “I think I-I would like that a lot” The grin on Satan’s face widened as he took one of your hands and lead you deeper into the bookshelves of his room. “Splendid! Then why don’t we get try right away? Take you pick, MC, I will be your narrator for the evening and for as long as you wish.”  ***** I hope this was something along the lines of what you were looking for! It is a little short, but I hope you like it. Thank you so much for the request, I loved it! Requests are OPEN and I would definitely love to complete some more if anyone has any ideas or prompts that they’d like me to complete. Just send in an ask and, if I feel comfortable with it, I’ll do my best to make a fic for it!

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[naranciasimp]

hey! could i request a prosciutto x female reader scenario where she comes back from a mission clearly hurt and panicked, and is afraid that her crush, prosciutto, is going to scold her so she tries to hide it and fake being well (while not being very good at it)

lots of fluff in the end pros takes care of her.. feel freed to add some things if you want to

I Could Never Be Mad At You

AN: This is probably the longest fanfic I have ever written. This ended up being more of a La Squadra x Reader than just Prosciutto but I hope you like it! Under the cut for length. 

You opened the door to La Squadra’s hidden base as quietly as you could. You poked your head around the door to make sure no one was there. Luckily it seemed as though everyone was doing their own thing.

You stumbled through the door while holding your side. You do not know how this happened. You were always so good on missions. You took down enemies left and right. Even Risotto was impressed by your skill.

Sadly, today was the day your winning streak came to an end. You didn’t kill your target, he got away. You felt guilty and nervous. This was going to set the whole team back a pay check, Risotto would have to go out of his way to clean up the mess you made and the other members would probably hate you for at least a month. The one thing you were most scared about was Prosciutto scolding you. You had a feeling he was going to extremely be disappointed and that was the last thing you wanted.

The pain you felt was insane. Everything hurt and you felt like you were on the verge of passing out. You just needed to make it to your room. You kept a secret med kit in there for situations like this.

After stumbling around you finally made it to the door of your room. You reached out to open it when someone appeared behind you. It was Pesci.

“Oh Y/N! You’re back. I didn’t even hear you come in,” he said in a happy tone. From where he was standing he couldn’t see the wounds on your body.

You hummed in response hoping that would be enough for him to leave you alone. You always talked to Pesci. Out of all of La Squadra you were by far the nicest to the boy.

Pesci could tell something was wrong when you didn’t face him with a bright smile like you normally do. “Y/N? Are you ok?”

The room began to go black. You could feel yourself losing consciousness. Before you could respond you felt your head fall back with the rest of your body.

Pesci quickly caught you before you hit the ground. He immediately saw the huge amount of blood covering your stomach. Your arms and legs were covered in gashes. Your head was bleeding and you had a black eye.

Pesci screamed at the sight of your unconscious, bloody, body in his hands. Your eyes fluttered open at the sound.

“Don’t…. tell….. Prosci-” Those were your last words before you passed out again. Of course that didn’t matter now. Pesci screamed and when something happened to him Prosciutto was always the first to show up.

Prosciutto ran to you both. “What happened,” he yelled. He saw Pesci holding what looked to be a girls body.

Pesci face was pale and it looked the most frightened Prosciutto had seen. “Fratello! Help!” Pesci moved so his brother could see what happened.

Prosciutto felt his heart stop. He was a man who stayed calm under pressure, the man who always had a plan, one of the best gang members Passione had ever seen. In this type of situation he would just yell at whoever got hurt to step up their game, patch up their wounds and hand them over to Melone so he could handle the rest. He would later come in to apologize for yelling, tell them he was proud of them and all of that other good stuff.

Now was different. Now it was you. His one weakness. The woman who he would do anything for. The one person he cared about the most.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Pesci stay with her!” Prosciutto ran off to grab one of the medical kits.

“It’s gonna be okay Y/N just stay with us,” Pesci said. He was trying to be brave but the worry in his voice was clear. Prosciutto showed up again. He opened the door to your room and threw the med kit inside.

“Come on Pesci grab her feet, we’re going to put her on her bed.” The two boys easily carried you into your room and gently placed you down.

Prosciutto opened the medical kit and ordered Pesci to go tell Melone what happened. Once the younger boy left Prosciutto began to take off your clothes. He hoped one day he would see you undressed but he did not want it to be like this. Your unconscious body still laid on the bed now in just a bra and underwear.

Now that you were undressed Prosciutto could see all of the wounds you received. The most concerning one was on your stomach. You had been stabbed by something and by the looks of it you opened the wound more by moving.

Prosciutto was not the healer of the team by any means. He knew how to fix simple wounds and he was better at it then others but he didn’t even know where to begin with your wound.

Thankfully Melone was here at base today. He ran to the room with more medical supplies. “Move out of the way,” Melone ordered. Prosciutto did what he asked.

He began to get to work on your wound. Your injury brought a lot more attention to yourself then you would’ve liked. Soon enough the whole entire team was inside the room. There was lots of What happened? Is she ok? And many swear words beginning used.

“Everyone shut up! Risotto and Prosciutto stay here, the rest of you get out now,” Melone shouted. He was never one to lose his temper, that was Ghiaccio’s job. The more La Squadra yelled the more nervous Melone got, he did not want shaky hands while trying to keep you alive.

The whole room went silent and Melone continued his work. Everyone he ordered to leave left. They all sat outside your door waiting until they could come back in. Their “whispering” was incredibly loud but they were really trying their best to behave well.

Melone called Risotto over. “Try to see if you can stop all the iron from leaving her body.” The leader did as he was asked and activated his Stand. Prosciutto stood in the corner of the room waiting for commands from Melone, Risotto used his stand until the purple haired man was finally able to sew up the wound. 

After many hours the job was finally completed. Your body was cleaned of dried blood and all the cuts were bandaged up. Risotto slipped off his coat and very gently moved you into it. He had a feeling you would be upset if you woke up and were indecent. Melone cleaned up the room and put away the remaining medical supplies.

Risotto, Melone and Prosciutto left the room. They walked into the hallway and saw all the other men at their feet. They all stood up and faced Melone.

“Y/N is still unconscious. She was badly injured on her mission but we do not know how. Once she wakes we will figure out what happened. For now she just needs to rest. I fixed her up better than any doctor could, I promise you all she’ll be fine.”

The men all let out a sigh in relief. “Can we go see her,” Formaggio asked.

Melone shrugged. “I need to watch over her for the night to make sure nothing bad happens. If you wanted to I suppose you could stay in the room too. But you must be quiet.”

“I’ll spend the night with her too,” Prosciutto said. There was no way he was going to leave you alone in your current state.

“Ok! Does anyone else want to stay with us,” Melone asked.

“I do,” the whole group said in unison. They might be a group of deadly assassins but there was no denying how much they loved and cared for their teammates.

Melone let out a small laugh. “I’m afraid the room is too small for that.” Seems like Melone forget his friends are stubborn as all hell and don’t take no for an answer.

So everyone stuffed themselves into the room. Most of them laid on the floor. Only ones in chairs were Melone, Prosciutto and Risotto. Everyone tried their best to stay awake but it was so late at night and the stress had token a lot out of them. Even the three boys in chairs were beginning to get sleepy. Eventually everyone fell asleep except for Prosciutto. One of the most lovable qualities about Prosciutto is his will power. For a split second he heard a whine that sounded like yours. His eyes snapped open and he jumped out of his chair. He ran to your bedside.

“Y/N? Y/N are you awake,” Prosciutto asked desperately. There was no response. He felt tears prick his eyes. Was he really so in love with you that now he’s hearing your voice in his head?

“Where….. where am I,” you asked in a weak voice. The biggest smile appeared on Prosciutto face. You were alive, you were ok. “Your awake….” he cried loudly.

At the sound of the sudden commotion the whole team woke up. Illuso turned on the lamp next to him. “What the hell is going on?”

“Di Molto she’s ok,” Melone exclaimed. He ran up next to you. The rest of the team sprung up along with him to come see you.

“Don’t scare us like that,” Ghiaccio said. The whole team was very happy to see you awake. They began asking you questions left and right and trying to talk to you.

Prosciutto noticed how confused you looked. “Everyone get out. Y/N needs some time to collect her bearings.”

The whole team grumbled but did as they were told. “Feel better Y/N,” you heard Formaggio yell before he got the door slammed on him.

You tried to sit up but Prosciutto quickly stopped you. “Don’t do that, you could hurt yourself more.”

You hummed and refused to look him in the eyes. This was so embarrassing. You got so hurt you passed out and caused all of your friends to worry about you.

“Y/N, what happened on the mission,” Prosciutto finally asked.

“There was a Stand User and a group of men with him. His Stand nullified all Stand attacks. I just had to fight with my fists. They all had knives...”

Prosciutto sighed. It was no secret that you were the weakest of the group physically. You could handle one person of your size but nothing else. He should’ve been the one to go on that mission. Prosciutto was fairly strong and had perfect aim with his gun, if he was on the mission it would’ve been finished in no time.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I know you tried your best. From now on we’ll always send you out with a partner. You can be with me and Pesci, no one will hurt you then. At least those fucking bastards are killed now.”

You gulped. “A-about that….” You felt tears forming in your eyes. “I failed the mission, I couldn’t kill the target.”

Prosciutto eyes went wide. What? How did you fail a mission? That’s never happened and he was sure it never would. “Are you saying that those men who hurt you are still out there alive?”

You sadly nodded. “Prosciutto please don’t be mad. I’m so sorry, I’ll do anything to make it up to the team and you.”

He patted your head. “Dolcezza, I’m not mad at you.” He gave you a loving smile and kissed your cheek. “I’ll be right back, stay here.”

The nickname and the kiss left you too flustered to do anything. Your crush just kissed you and acted like it was nothing!

While you flipped out over the kiss Prosciutto was angrily stomping to the main room. He slammed open the door. The boys looked to him and asked what happened.

“Their still alive. Y/N couldn’t finish the mission. The sick assholes who hurt my girl are still out there. Get them.”

The team usually takes their orders from Risotto. Prosciutto has never sent anyone on a mission. Right now though things were different.

Risotto stood up. “I’ll go.” Ghiaccio stood up too. “I’m coming with you. I don’t want any of those mother fuckers to be alive by the end of the night.”

Prosciutto was very happy that those two men were going. He knew they would give the target what they deserved. The blond headed back to your room and the other members waited for their turn to see you.

He saw you crying. “No no, don’t cry Bella. I promise you no one is upset with you.”

You choked on your sobs. “But I heard yelling and doors slamming.”

He grabbed your hand and gently rubbed it. “They were just excited to get their revenge on the people who hurt you, that’s all.”

Prosciutto had never been this gentle with anyone ever. He was treating you like a glass that could be broken at any minute.

You couldn’t fight the blush that was creeping onto your face. Prosciutto noticed it and gave you another kiss. “I’m very proud of you Y/N, as a teammate and as your lover.” For the rest of the night Prosciutto never once left your side. He was going to be there for you no matter what.

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[solomonish]

selfless (to a fault?) [demon brothers]

CW: allusions to past toxic relationships. minor description of injury in beel’s. belphie’s is a bit sad (happy ending! just melancholic vibes) and alludes to chapter 16.

no problem nonnie! i hope this is to your liking <3

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Lucifer

Honestly, he'd be a tough one to get to allow you to do anything for him. You know, the whole avatar of pride thing….and he also just generally has a habit of holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. He thinks - no, he knows he can handle everything on his own

If he's letting you in enough to help him - not only trusting you enough to think the tasks he delegates to you will be done to his liking, but allowing you to help and opening up the possibility that he might be risking his image of perfection - he can only expect you'll let him do the same for you. It's like your own special love language, right?

He does NOT like how jumpy you are about the subject. At first, he's miffed. Do you not think he can do the task to your liking? Has he given off the false impression that he cannot take any more work than he already has? Was your offer to help not based on affection, but pity??? It really ruffles his feathers.

He's the type to confront you head-on. At first, his voice is harsh because he's talked himself into thinking you've offended him, but when you start backing away and trying to dodge the conversation, apologies falling from your mouth about how the last thing you wanted to do was upset him, he softens. He doesn’t understand yet, but something is upsetting you and he intends to get to the bottom of it.

Not one who would pester you about opening up to him, but the sooner you do, the more of a show of good faith it is. He’ll trust your word entirely regardless, but it does a lot to soothe the upset of his own creation if you come back to explain sooner rather than later. After all, being vulnerable is perhaps Lucifer’s greatest show of love - it does not go unnoticed when you do the same.

Doing his best to talk through a solution is act of kindness #1 - and it helps you adjust a little since you worked with him rather than completely handed him the reins. He starts off his own plan to help you out by bringing in things he was already going to do for himself - offering you coffee when he gets his own, for example. He uses the fact that you’d feel bad for refusing against you for a little bit, but he means well!

You might notice him going softer on you for just a little bit - don’t say anything about it. He’s worried that he gave off the impression of using things against you because of how much of a disciplinarian he is. Besides, the two of you normally don’t get into arguments (he doesn’t have the time to let things simmer - if he’s that upset about something, he’ll try to address it immediately), so he doesn’t really know how else to change his behavior. He just hopes that allowing you the opportunity to open up to him again, should you need it, will alleviate the feeling that he’d ever use your kindness against you.

Mammon

The first time you stiffened up after he tried to help you, he thought you were crazy. Lucifer had just given you a punishment for one of his schemes that you took the fall for (and he still isn’t sure why Lucifer let you take the fall when it was obviously Not You), and you insisted that you could do it by yourself! He wasn’t too keen on cleaning every window in the House of Lamentation himself, so he left soon after placing the offer, but his time was spent mindlessly wondering about you.

The next time was shortly after, when you came into his room and crashed on his bed. He offered you a hand massage, although he did it in a very muttered voice with dark cheeks - and you said no again! Forget being offended that the romantic hand-holding idea he totally didn’t get from a magazine he was reading waiting for you (that would’ve somehow ended in disaster anyway) wouldn’t play out - he was getting worried.

He doesn’t bring anything up immediately, but he worries about you and watches you intently. Sometimes you’ll catch him staring at you, and he flips out when you ask him what’s up. The only clue Mammon gathers is that you don’t seem to be angry with him, so what’s up? He’s used to his backwards advances working against him, but he’s making a genuine effort here!

He finally gets pent up in his frustration and asks you head-on. Mammon isn’t known for his tact - “Oi, why won’t you just let me take over once in a while? Cut yerself a break, MC!” - but there’s a certain...desperate tinge to his voice that makes you realize he really does care (and is driving himself crazy trying to figure things out on his own). When you DO finally tell him, he sort of deflates and his voice goes to that softer, more genuine tone.

“H-hey, I would never do that kind of thing to ya…” He starts shuffling in place, kicking at rocks (if there are any) and you realize he kinda looks like a kid. “You do so much for everyone, and it makes me feel real good inside. I just wanna make you feel that, too. Besides, we don’t need TWO cranky workaholics in the house. Lucifer is plenty.”

He knows one moment of honesty isn’t going to fix your entire way of thinking, but he goes right back to his blatant offers after that. Maybe if he desensitizes you to it, you’ll feel less weird about accepting his help! It doesn’t work, so he shifts to little things. Catch him running across classrooms as soon as you’re dismissed so he can grab your textbooks to carry for you off the desk before you can. 

Once he realizes you’re more receptive to him helping you, he’s ready to breathe a sigh of relief and be annoying about it again. Generosity doesn’t come easy to him, okay? Besides, he’s The Great Mammon! You should’ve known he’d be better than any other guy you’ve been with!

Leviathan

Of COURSE you wouldn’t want someone like him to help you out. He’d probably mess it up, anyway…

Seriously, Leviathan is very sensitive to rejection, so the moment you politely decline any offers to help he backs up about a thousand miles and sulks when you’re not around. It’s hard for him to get out of his own head, and he’s so ready for you to just tell him what everybody else is thinking and how much he sucks…

It dawns on him, though, that you never gave up on him when he pushed you away. It’s totally not poggers sucky of him to just give up on you like that. You’re his henry! You’re his s/o! He’s totally ready to fight any boss for you!! …..after he levels up a little more.

Levi spends a TON of time looking up ways to talk to you, one-on-one. He isn’t good with emotions like this but he is capable of them and having deep, serious talks. It shouldn’t MATTER that his research material is a bunch of feel-good romance anime scenes that he based his most recent Top 10 OTPs of the season post on! 

Surprisingly enough, he brings it up relatively smoothly one night when you’re chilling in his room and he’s playing some relaxing simulator. You’re complaining about the things you have to do in the morning, and when there’s a lull in your conversation Leviathan turns and tentatively asks, “Hey...why don’t you try letting me help you out?” He can feel your refusal before it comes so he hurriedly adds “Please! I just- you stress yourself out so much and what good am I if I can’t even help you at all?”

Is it his impassioned plea for you to let him in? Is it his willingness to obviously step out of his comfort zone? Have your walls just conveniently crumbled at this moment? Whatever it is, you don’t have it in you to reject him when he’s so open about wanting to help you (and the pain it’s caused him not to). Either way, you sigh and give him a few, small tasks that you think you both could manage him having and he swears to do them well!!

Truly opening up to him about the reason why you were so hesitant on letting him help takes a while, and he doesn’t exactly pick up on it himself. Once you do tell him, though, in your journey to help yourself let him in, he holds you a little tighter and mumbles that he’ll never do that to you. Levi knows better than anyone that words can only mean so much, but he’s grateful for the chance to prove it to you. He won’t let his Henry down!

Satan

Satan is perceptive, and he knows how to talk about emotions. He might even have suspicious about the root cause before you even think about letting him know what’s up. He’s already started doing a few things for you - carrying each other’s books, for example. Small acts of kindness to get the both of you through the day.

However, one thing Satan isn’t good with…..is dealing with emotions head-on.

He spends so much time keeping his own under lock and key! After doing his best to keep the most calm, analytical front he can, Satan tends to uh….forget about the emotional part of emotions.

So. When he asks why you won’t let him reciprocate in the relationship, attempting to display that he just wants the two of you to be on equal ground and he is worried about you, he sort of comes off...as cold. And like he’s accusing you of feeling a certain way. He definitely presents it as “I’ve noticed you feel x and i think y would be helpful for us to fix it” rather than “how are you feeling? What is causing you trouble? How can i offer assistance in a way that translates well to you?” And if that doesn’t bring back some memories…

He feels awful, and at the end of it all you’re crying (or presenting your stress and bad memories however you normally do) and he still doesn’t know how to fix things. Counterintuitively, he looks through his books for an answer, and it takes him a few days to realize that’s what got him into this mess.

So he goes to you directly and, albeit a little clumsily, apologizes and asks what he can do to help you through this. You say that’s just the problem - you don’t want his help - and he sits next to you and just asks why? The two of you wind up talking for hours, sitting next to each other and just...really talking. You aren’t the only one feeling vulnerable - Satan is talking about his emotions full-on rather than through a scientific lens and it makes him just as nervous as you are.

Satan doesn’t get into arguments with you. He runs from the possibility because he’s worried about what his wrath could do to you. But he promises you that he could never hold anything against you, especially something like asking him for help. It’s an honor that you let him this close, and he can only return the favor in kind. He hopes you have enough faith to believe in him until he has the opportunity to prove it beyond a doubt.

Asmodeus

Asmo does things for people without asking. He gives unsolicited makeup and relationship advice, he offers to touch-up any products you may have on, he lends you clothes just because he felt like he should…

The thing is, Asmo will start before you even have a chance to ask him to stop. He’ll start before you’re even wondering if you like him. And at first, you’re ok with it. Well, you’re not, but you can decide he’s just testing the waters or that this is some weird demon way to earn your friendship or tell you he considers you a friendly presence, like cats. But it still rubs you the wrong way.

However, Asmo always notices that you...aren’t receiving it the way he wants you to. He invites you out and leaves you an outfit on your bed, and you come out wearing something entirely different. He leaves you a bouquet of flowers, and suddenly the dining room has a new bouquet in the center of it. (and you always avoid his gaze during those dinners, which is totally weird.) It’s almost like you’ve recognized the face he makes when he’s about to touch up your makeup, because you pull out a pocket mirror and check yourself over before he even has a chance to!

Are you leading him on? He doesn’t think so, but you are quite literally the only person he can’t literally charm the pants off of, and he isn’t quite sure how to navigate the signals you’re giving him. You seem fine with the relationship - it felt pretty genuine to him, and you looked thrilled when he made the romantic moves on you - so what was going on?

He finally caves and asks when he’s going through your wardrobe, sifting through it with you on the bed to make room for a shopping spree the two of you had been planning, and sees all the outfits he’d bought you hanging, still in their outfit bags. Some of the bags even had DUST on them!

He turns around and puts on a gentle voice. Though Asmo doesn’t know what’s happening, he can feel the air in the room shift and he knows he’s encroaching on some sensitive territory. “Hey, do you not like when I give you gifts? I haven’t been able to understand what’s been bothering you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

He does NOT like the way you turn your face away from him, but he sits a respectable distance away and keeps his hands in his lap. Asmo is as good at genuine advice as he is at gossip, so it isn’t hard for him to get you comfortable enough to open up to him. You don’t have to tell him everything at once - he’ll listen to whatever you’re willing to tell him, letting you lean against him when you’re ready.

Asmo is known for being petty, but you bring out sides of him nobody knew were there. He’ll swear up and down that he’d never turn your good heart against you - after all, it’s one of the many things he loves about you - but he does understand where you’d get that impression. If you’ll let him prove it to you, he will - and he’ll start by only pestering you to let him buy one outfit for you on that shopping spree!

Beelzebub

Listen. Beel is a generous soul (for a demon) ((to those he really loves)). He just doesn’t ever really find himself in possession of anything worth sharing. Really, the only thing he is ever in the possession of is food. When he isn’t at his sports practice, working out or studying, he’s eating, and he’ll gladly share his food with you.

Oh? You don’t want it? He gives you a confused look - he’d ask if you were feeling well if he hadn’t eaten lunch with you just an hour before - but shrugs, his growling stomach winning over his concern. It’s not like you’re skipping meals, anyway. It isn’t until you get hurt helping him work out and refuse to let him pick you up to carry you to medical attention that he gets VERY concerned.

He feels awful enough as is. It was his fault you were even there - he just wanted to add more weight to his workout. (And, he won’t admit it, the idea of using a bench you were sitting on to lift over his head may have been a bit overkill. But he saw that little spark that said ‘that isn’t possible but man i wish it was’ when you saw it happen in that show and mmmmmmaybe he wanted to impress you. How was he supposed to know Mammon had broken it and left it there?) He could practically feel the pain in your ankle from the sound it made, and you were clutching desperately to your shin, wanting to press on the wound but knowing it was a bad idea. MC, there’s no way you can walk on that, why aren’t you letting him help?

The guilty puppy face he’s giving you is making the whole situation worse. It’s taking everything you can not to snap on, from the overwhelming pain in your ankle to the negative thoughts racing in your head to the knowledge that you’ll have to give in eventually. Finally, you face him head on and decide to just rip the band-aid off. “I don’t have the best experience with letting people do things for me. If you’re expecting to use this against me, I’m going to be out of commission for a while, so remember that.”

He is. So confused. Are you really mad at him? What are you talking about? It’s not that he’s stupid - because really, he isn’t - this just kinda came at him from left field and he does not know what to do about.

“What? I’m worried about you, MC, and there’s no way you can walk on your ankle. Come on, please let me take you to get help. I won’t mention it ever again if that’s what will make you happy.”

So maybe it takes a while to get to the nearest infirmary, and maybe he’s going extra slow so as not to jostle our injury, and maybe in the meantime he’s being so contemplative and quiet that you have a heart-to-heart. Beel’s too genuine not to trust him when he swears he’d NEVER use your kindness against you, but he understands it’ll take a while to show you.

Belphegor

So. Um. This is awkward.

Belphie is a smartass, and he’s the youngest and used to getting his way. He’s definitely the type to dig his heels in and fight dirty in an argument, just because he’s used to winning. He’s also sadistic and has plotted with you to use his brothers’ weaknesses against them for fun. So he gets it. He totally gets why you would think he’d do it. Honestly, that’s basically what he did to free himself from the attic, only with more violence involved. He gets it.

Since Belphegor hasn’t exactly been the nicest to you in the past, he isn’t about to make you pity him with words like “yeah, of course you wouldn’t trust me after what I did to you…” First of all, on the off chance that it’s completely unrelated, he doesn’t want to put that idea in your head and give you a resentment you never had, but also he’s getting a hang of this redemption thing. Yes, on an average day he’s still a bratty, selfish little shit, but he does show you how sorry he is for using you and hurting you. It shows in the way he checks up on you in situations he knows you’re uncomfortable in, in the way he cares for you in that gentle way that’s so subtle you wonder if he’s even actively doing anything. (He is - offering you the best spot in a blanket nest, suggesting your favorite meals when the brother on dinner duty needs ideas, little things - and you both know it.) But how does he repent for something he doesn’t even know if he’s doing?

The way you stop cold when you peek in the kitchen and see him (and Beel) cooking the dinner you just complained about wanting hurts. The two of you have a stare-off for a moment, and Beel gets the message to slide out of the room. Belphegor clears his throat.

“What do you want?” You ask with narrowed eyes. Ouch, way to be a Lucifer. He instead says, “Nothing. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” “And you don’t want anything in return?” “Have I given off the impression that I would?”

You sigh and step into the kitchen to wash your hands, asking if he needs help since Beel left. He grabs your wrist. “You’re welcome to keep me company, but I want to do this for you.”

He doesn’t like you looking at him distrustfully, but is relieved you sit at the counter instead of leaving. He wants to ask you what’s up, but something is stopping him - he ignores that what’s stopping him is fear that you’ll have another thing to add onto the list of the unforgivable sins he’s committed. If you feel like telling him, he’ll listen - but until then, he’ll go back to quietly trying to prove his worth to you, hoping one day you’ll see that it’s genuine and let him give you all the good things you deserve.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd obey me #lucifer #obey me lucifer #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #leviathan #satan #obey me satan #asmodeus #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub #obey me beelzebub #belphegor #obey me belphegor #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #mine

[kaorusakurayashikiswife]

new beginnings

pairing: Kaoru Sakurayashiki x f!reader

wc: 2k

warnings: angst (not really idk); fluff; exes to lovers; not proofread

notes: first post!! I saw that there weren’t really a lot of writings for Kaoru and decided to take it upon myself to write some!! I hope you enjoy, and please do tell me if there’s a mistake anywhere or if I there’s a warning I should add

“Are you ever going to skate again?”

Kojiro grins at you, handing you your food. You were on your break from work and decided to visit your old friend from high school.

“Kojiro you know why I can’t”

“It’s been a year I’m sure everyone wants to see you skating again!” You can’t blame him for his enthusiasm, it had almost been a year after you decided to quit skating due to breaking up with Kaoru. Before you quit you were known in ‘S’ as one of the top contenders, good enough to go against Adam, you had never gone on a beef against him since you had no interest to compete against someone like him.

“C’mon (Y/N)! You know everyone wants to see the infamous RIN again! After your sudden disappearance last year your fans have been missing you, there's even a new guy you can compete against!” You leaned in to cover his mouth, you didn’t want anyone knowing the name you were under while skating in S.

“Fine! I’ll visit but I’m not competing, I just want to see the poor soul that caught Adam’s eye.”

Kojiro smiled, knowing you, you’d probably compete either way, he knew that you’d been missing skating in S after he found you practicing. Your break up with Kaoru had changed their dynamic as you wanted nothing to do with him while he regretted letting you go.

The break up was because Kaoru kept insisting to go against Adam, you knew it was a bad idea, you had tried convincing him many times that the Adam he once knew was gone. Kaoru didn't like it as Adam was very dear to him, he had snapped at you and told you that you didn’t know him and that he’d rather break up with you than listening to your nonsense. You pitied the man, you’d heard what Adam had done to him a few days prior and wanted nothing more than to slap the man for hurting Kaoru.

“You won’t regret it! I’ll see you then RIN”

You hit him again, wanting to keep your professional life and personal life separate, “Say that name again out loud and I’m not going”.

Kojiro watched as you left the restaurant, sakura keychain still in dangling out of your bag like it had been so many years ago.

“You guys really are similar in that aspect”

Once you get home you sigh, your job has been taking a toll on you and you really needed a break. You look into your closet and see your skateboard, the only reason why you quit skating is because it reminded you of him, he was the one to teach you how to skate after all. The same man who decided to leave you to chase after the memory of the friend he once knew.

Making up your mind you change into your outfit and head down the same familiar path leading to the mine.

“Yo (Y/N)! Long time no see”

“You asshole! you call me by my name here and call me by my S name in public! Do you have a death wish?” You get closer to Kojiro to give him a piece of your mind, until you see four guys next to him: two boys who look like they’re in high school, an intimidating guy with clown-looking make-up, and a little boy who you think you’ve seen on TV.

“IS THAT RIN?!?” the redhead boy yelled, it caused everyone to turn to you, you were now the center of attention, mutters about the sudden appearance of one of the most known skaters in S.

“Who’s she?”

Compared to the redhead, the blue haired guy seemed like he was new, you assumed he was the rookie that Kojiro had mentioned earlier in the day.

“She’s a really well-known skater in S! she’s beaten a lot of people here, it’s said that she’s on par with Adam, but they’ve never gone against each other!”

“damn right and never will, I like not having broken bones thank you” you muttered, as everyone calmed down, they introduced themselves and seemed intrigued to see an old face.

“I came to see the new rookie everyone’s been talking about, I’m only here to watch though” everyone’s faces dropped, they seemed disappointed to not be able to see you skate.

“Then why’d you bring your skateboard hm?” Kojiro smirks at you, knowing that you’d come here to skate a little, even if it was just for fun.

“Fine, how about this? SNOW” you pointed at Langa and motioned him to follow you, “you’re coming with me, I wanna see why everyone is talking about you” you take Langa along and decide to skate against him in the course.

“Sorry I’m late, I forgot to charge Carla earlier today so she finished charging a little later than usual” Kaoru stood next to Kojiro to see why everyone seemed more excited. “Right on time Cherry! Look who’s skating today”.

Kaoru looked at the screen, it was you, he hadn’t seen you in a year and you never bothered to answer the messages he had sent you, not that he blamed you for that. You looked just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more, the way your hair flowed freely made you look ethereal, and your face seemed to glow while you were skating, an expression he had missed seeing from you.

He wanted to apologize, after the incident with Adam that landed him in the hospital he realized that his friend was gone, no semblance of him left. While in his hospital bed he remembered the words you had told him before he broke up with you. He knew he had no right to apologize now, but seeing you at S made him realize he missed you and wanted you back, if you’d have him of course.

Langa was surprised, your style of skating was different from anything he’d seen before, it looked complicated but you didn’t seem to be struggling at all. Due to him being distracted he hadn’t realized that you’d already crossed the finish line before him.

“That was good! You knew how to snowboard before learning how to skate right?” You asked excitedly, it had been a while since you’ve had this much freedom while skating. “Yes, how’d you know?”

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to snowboard! Your stance seemed similar to those in videos I’ve seen online!”

As you walk back to the rest of the group you see him. Kaoru’s hair got a bit longer but apart from that nothing seemed too different, he still had that unapproachable aura around him. He seemed to be staring at you but you refused to look at him in the eye, you still missed him after all.

“Long time no see (Y/N)” He tried reaching out to you but you didn’t move at all, “Don’t call me that here.”

“Right, sorry Rin”

It seemed that everyone around you was aware of the tense atmosphere, although nobody really knew of what relationship you and Cherry held.

As everyone headed home, you decided to stay back and skate a little, you didn’t know when the next time you were going to be able to skate again after all. That’s when you notice it, just a little behind you were Joe and Cherry trying to catch up to you. “Rin! I thought you weren’t skating anymore?” You didn’t need to turn to see that there was a smile on his face.

“Don’t you have any fangirls to be with?” You retort, speeding a bit to gain distance from them.

“They all went home, why? You jealous?”

“As if.”

“Cherry over here wants to talk to you.”

In all honesty, you’d forgot he was even there at all, if it weren’t for Carla telling him the angles once in a while, you wouldn’t even have noticed him. You were pondering whether you should listen to what he had to say, “He’s been all gloomy ever since he saw you”. You heard someone fall, assuming it was Kojiro you kept going, he deserved it anyway.

You and Kaoru skated in silence for a bit, the only sounds heard were the wheels of both of your skateboards. As you were the first to pass the finish line you stop, getting off of your skateboard and getting ready to go back home.

“So what’d you want to talk about?”

Kojiro looks surprised, he thought you hadn’t noticed him staring at you. Frankly, he wanted to apologize and ask for a second chance, he knew he was undeserving of it though, you only wanted the best for him, but he pushed you away.

“I wanted to apologize for before, I know you meant well, but I only pushed you away when you tried helping me. I should’ve listened to what you said.”

Although it was a bit short and awkward, you knew he meant it. To be honest, you don’t blame him, he only wanted to know what had happened to his friend after he disappeared and came back with a whole different personality. You would’ve done the same if a friend whom you considered family did the same. You knew that even though he had finally come to terms with the fact that the Adam he knew in high school was gone, he was still hurting. You understood all of this, yet it was still hard to forget how angry he’d gotten at you, how he went on and on about how you didn’t know Adam at all (even though you’d been there when all four of you skated together in high school), and how he couldn’t be with someone who talked ill about his best friend. You remember how he broke up with you through a phone call after being late for a date, how you had to show up in your friend’s front door with all of your stuff, in fear of going to Kojiro’s restaurant because he was probably there.

“You didn’t need to wait a year to apologize to me” He flinched, knowing full-well what you were speaking of. He knew he had messed up the moment he ended the call, but his pride didn’t let him go back to your shared apartment to apologize to you, and he assumed that you were probably packing your bags as he headed to Kojiro’s place to drink.

“I didn’t know what to do after I went back to the apartment with your stuff gone”

“Well, I can’t just stay in my ex-boyfriend’s apartment after he just broke up with me can I?”

There was a silent pause, you were basically ready to head back home, but decided to wait to see if he had more to say. “Alright, if you’re done I’ll be heading home now.”

He quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving, “it’s late, let me take you home”.

You declined, Kojiro had already promised you to take you back home. At the mention of his name he looked confused.

“Kojiro left a long time ago though?”

You were surprised, looking around for the tall muscle-headed idiot, but Kaoru was right, he left you behind. You were really going to kill him this time, it was probably part of his plan so you could talk things out with Kaoru.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d be grateful if you did then” you offered him a small smile, you had to be nice to the person driving you back to your apartment.

The ride home was silent, all he could hear were Carla’s directions to your apartment. As you got home and thanked him for the ride he stopped you again.

“Can I have another chance?” You stayed silent, he took your silence as a rejection and started his engine to leave, but this time, you were the one to stop him.

“You still owe me a meal at Kojiro’s” He blinked, confused as to what you were saying. Then he remembered, he had made you a promise that every time you beat him in S he’d buy you your favorite dish at Kojiro’s restaurant.

He smiled, frown no longer on his face after the promise of a new beginning, “Of course, tell me when you’re free to get it”.

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