#and you're worried about him finding out???

[rafeandonlyrafe]

comparisons

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, female receiving oral, insecurities, semi public sex, partying, drinking but not by reader, good girl!reader

“are you seriously looking at her profile again?” your sister questions, snatching your laptop from you.

“give it back!” you squeal, standing up and attempting to grab it, but she has the height advantage on you.

“seriously, this is getting out of hand.” she sets the laptop back down on your desk, navigating to the block button. “and don't unblock her. it's unhealthy for you to care so much about your boyfriend's ex.”

“she's just so pretty.” you groan. “like how can he go from her to me?”

“you're gorgeous, y/n!” you sister sighs. “you love him. i know you do. just enjoy being together and don't let your insecurities ruin what you have.”

--

you don't mention it to rafe, no matter how anxious you feel. 

“what is it?” rafe questions, hand rubbing over your cheek. “you look sad.”

“no, no.” you shake your head aggressively, forcing a smile onto your face. “im fine, promise. just lost in thought.”

in truth, you saw rafes ex at the party. it's why you retreated to the patio with rafe, glad to have some distance. 

“hm…” rafe mumbles, looking over you. “you sure? if you're not feeling the party, we can leave.”

you smile at rafe. you weren't sure what you were getting into when you started dating him. you hung out in the opposite crews at school, rafe was popular and easy going, captain of the football team. you never attended the same parties as him during those years, it wasn't until after school where you graduated valedictorian that you got close to him.

“you love to party, babe. i can handle it.” you love it too, usually.

“yeah, but there's a lot of drinking going on. if you're uncomfortable-”

“no.” you shake your head. you aren't a fan of getting drunk yourself, but you don't mind being around people if all they're doing is dancing and having fun.

“then what is it? you can't fool me darling.” 

“i just… saw your ex at the party.” you frown. “i can't help but compare myself to her and… it makes me feel insecure, but im trying not to. i want to get better, seriously.”

“aw, baby.” rafe pulls you onto his lap, tired of any distance between the two of you. “you have nothing to worry about. i only have eyes for you.”

“i know, im being silly.” you sigh, wiping at your under eyes before your tears build up.

“you're the most beautiful girl ive ever seen. i even thought that in high school.” rafe laughs. “but you were so good, so focused on school, i didn't want to become a distraction by trying to get you out on a date.”

“oh my god!” you squeal. “how come you never told me that before?”

rafe just shrugs, a soft smile on his face. “if i knew you felt that way, i would have. i promise, you've got nothing to worry about. im yours.”

you press your lips against rafes, kissing him deeply, right there on the outdoor sofa for everyone to see.

“i need you baby.” rafe groans, hands squeezing at your sides.

“yeah.” you nod. “yeah, need you too.”

“want to go home or… or can i find a room upstairs? kelce won't mind.” 

“upstairs.” you stand up, rafe quickly following. 

“good.” he smiles down at you, arm wrapped around your waist as he leads you back inside, into the crowd of people.

“rafey!” a voice squeals, making you frown. he doesn't let anyone call him rafey except for you.

“hayley.” rafe sighs, sounding nowhere near as enthusiastic, wanting to get you upstairs as soon as possible. “what do you want?*

“just to say hi.” she twirls a piece of hair around her finger, eyes darting to look at the way his arm is wrapped securely around your body. “how's my rafey?”

“not your rafey. its just rafe to you.” he grunts out.

“oh, you're so silly.” she lets out a shrill laugh, reaching forward to press her hand against his bicep.

“hey, in case you haven't noticed-” you speak up. “rafe isn't with you anymore. so stop calling him rafey and stop touching my man.”

hayley pouts and looks at rafe, giving him an opportunity to defend her, but he just smiles down at you.

“believe me now?” rafe pulls you away towards the stairs, leaving hayley to huff and head for another drink.

“ill believe you when you fuck me.” you smile, shutting the bedroom door behind you and making sure to lock it. 

“get naked then, babe.”

you both are quick to strip before coming back together in a mess of tongue and lips as rafe dominates your mouth, leaving no room at all for doubt.

“god, feel how hard i am for you.” rafe takes your hand in his, guiding it to his cock.

you stroke up and down his length, the weight heavy and familiar against your palm. “all this for me?”

“you know it, baby.” he laughs dryly, cut off with a moan as you swipe the pad of your thumb over the head of his cock.

“but first…” rafe takes your hand away, and your eyes widen as he sinks down to his knees. “i have to taste you.”

“oh!” you squeal as rafes hands grip your hips, his mouth burying between your thighs.

“fuck!” you moan out, grabbing onto the large poster bed, sinking your fingernails into the wood as his tongue swipes through your folds.

“god, you're so yummy.” rafe moans, his words vibrating your pussy. he tilts his head up, eyes locking on yours as his lips wrap around your clit.

“rafe!” you scream out, not caring if anyone hears, hoping hayley is nearby enough to hear your moans of pleasure as he focuses on sucking at your clit.

“god, i would make you cum like this over and over, but i need to get inside of you.” rafe stands up, capturing your mouth again.

“wanna ride you.” you tell him. you've slept with rafe many times since the start of your relationship, but he's always been the one on top and in control.

“really?” rafe grins at you, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“yeah.” you nod. “im feeling- im feeling confident.”

“that's just what i like to hear, darling.” rafe presses a kiss to your lips before laying himself down on the bed, head propped up against the pillows so he can watch you.

you climb over top of him, the only light in the room from the moonlight streaming in the window as you align him with your cunt, sinking down with a moan.

“fuck, baby.” rafe grips your hips, not ready yet to fully give up control as you begin to move up and down with his assistance.

“god, so big.” you gasp out.

“mhm, and all for you, my girl.” rafe helps you speed up, not used to being in this position.

your joint moans fill the room as you ride him, grinding your hips back and forth with every movement until you find the spot inside of yourself that has you screaming out.

“ah, fuck, right there?” rafe begins to lift his hips into you, planting his feet into the bed to get the maximum lift possible as he thrusts upwards, angling his cock to push against just where you like it.

you fall forward, pressing your chest against rafes as he holds your hips still, pounding up into you.

“oh my god!” you squeal out, hands gripping onto rafes biceps as they flex and bulge as he lifts you up and down.

“gonna cum baby, can't last.” rafe presses his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. “you feel too good.”

“yeah, inside me.” you nod, own high not far away.

“fuck.” rafes moans grow as his cock swells inside of you, releasing only moments later.

the feeling of him flooding your insides sends you overboard, your orgasm causing your entire body to shake as your cunt squeezes down on rafes cock, milking the rest of his cum, not wanting to leave a drop.

“fuck.” rafes hands squeeze your hips again. “you're so perfect.”

you smile up at him, feeling tired from the sudden act. “take me home?”

“yeah.” rafe let's out a yawn. “in a minute.”

“mmkay.” you hum, resting your cheek against his chest. “don't fall asleep on me, rafey.”

you have to poke rafe awake a minute later. you both get dressed to get out to your car, the party still raging as you walk hand in hand.

“oh, there you are!” hayley stops in front of you, but you've had enough of her.

“sorry, no time to chit chat.” you plaster on a fake enthusiastic smile. “his cum is dripping out of me right now, so we gotta get home and take care of that. enjoy the party though!”

you pull rafe outside as he cackles. “damn, baby.” his arm wraps around your shoulders. “you are so hot when you're jealous.”

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[sweetnans]

"K', new situation"

The remote was out of your reach because you kept pausing the shows, and Katsuki had enough of watching every episode like there was a connection problem.

"Hit me," he said, resting his head on the wall of your dorm.

It became a habit that you and him watched shows together at your dorm, every Thursday night, no excuse. Last week, you started watching "Queen Charlotte," and even though Katsuki didn't want to watch the show, you convinced him to give it a chance, and now, he was the one who didn't want you to pause it.

"What if...-no, no, ok, let me start over." You tripped on your questions, and Katsuki found it adorable. "Imagine this, you are royalty and someone with more power than you, force you to marry someone you don't know...are you following me?" You paused at his quizzed face.

"Yeah, I am," he simply answered.

"So they force you to marry someone you don't know and you have no interest in. What would you do?"

"Mm, I would probably cheat on her multiple times, make her so unhappy, and be a dick of a husband," he side eyed you while answering because he couldn't get his eyes off of the screen and because he wanted to watch you freaking out at his answer. He could do both.

"Are you serious?" You couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth. "Jesus, Katsuki, what an asshole"

You stomped to his body and reached the remote to put the show on pause.

"Not again. Why do you do this to me?" He whined. He was getting upset, but you were more upset because he wasn't taking serious the situation game.

"Why are you like that? Don't you think that maybe an arrangement marriage is the perfect occasion to find true love? You obviously skipped a step, but now you have all the time in the world to know a person, the details, the way they like their tea in the morning, the things that make them upset. I think it's lovely and romantic. " You day dreamed, and Katsuki couldn't bear the fact that you and him were so different. He liked it, finding a way to make opposites attract situations happened in his life.

"I think it's opposite ends. There's only two ways to go. It's extremely good or extremely bad"

"Yeah, you're right," you gave in. He was the one who didn't believe in love after all. You've had multiple boyfriends in the span of two years, always falling for the jerks, like Katsuki always said, but you never denied the opportunity of starting over. You put the show again and sank on your spot.

Your quietness made Katsuki uncomfortable. You spent the rest of the episode without pusing the show, not for situation game or going to pee and that was very weird of you.

Before the next episode started, Katsuki himself paused it.

"You didn't like what I said," he stated looking at you.

You were dissociating, actually, you weren't mad at him, you were just thinking about him, about how you were feeling towards his feelings, you were upset because you knew that If you had feelings for him (that you already had) he wouldn't give himself a chance with you and you would be head over heels for him, making the situation unfair to you and your feelings. What you were thinking wasn't any close to the situation that you gave him. It wasn't something settled between you and him. It was more about his vision of love, the opposite ends example.

"No, it's not that it's just -" you sighed. You didn't want to make things awkward between Katsuki and you. You found a steady ground where you could enjoy each other's company without making it any weird. "I don't know, Bakugo."

He seemed astonished.

"Mm, last name basis now, huh? Must be something serious. " he moved from his seat to put his figure in front of you. "Use your words, I know you can fucking talk"

Sometimes, he called yourself for eating his ear off because you couldn't shut up. He was trying to make you feel comfortable with him again.

"See, it's just... I'm feeling kinda worried about you because I've never seen you with someone else. I want you to find love, to be happy, to face love, and dare to take a chance on someone, you know? And maybe I'm misunderstanding things here, and you don't want any of that. " You stumble through your words, taking his face in. He looked like he was thinking, but his eyes were analyzing your face like it was the first time he ever saw you. "I don't want you to think that I'm pitying you -"

"I do want to experience love," he said, glancing briefly to your lips and then your eyes. "And maybe I'm just waiting for the right one," he muttered, getting closer to you.

You were stoic in your place. Thoughts running in your head, the gears in your brain trying to figure what was happening and if it was just a dream. Maybe you were just imagining things, and now you feared to take the wrong step.

"You do?" You asked, feeling his presence in your space asking whatever came to your mind so you could have more time to think about this situation.

"Yeah, but she keeps dating assholes"

He grinned a little, trying to give away the slightest clue about his feeling but the exact amount of it so you could realize what he was saying.

For his own luck, you were pretty clever sometimes.

"Well, maybe, no one ever showed her better." You squeezed yourself between his legs while he was still sitting with his legs crossed. He parted his legs at your movement and grabbed your waist to keep you close. "I dated assholes because you were too busy demonstrating you didn't care when I dated them"

"Is that so?" He asked humming.

"Yeap," you nodded like a child, playing with your hands in your lap, concentrating in them.

"I'm sorry for not interrupting sooner," he moved his head to his side, trying to catch your eyes.

"You better be," you told him, giggling. It was an unexplored field. You were distracting yourself for the upcoming event.

"We haven't even kissed yet, and you already have an attitude with me? Get a fucking grip" he joked while taking your hands apart.

"Jeez, you should check yourself and look for the stick that's up in your asshole. You are so dense sometimes. "

You pushed him slightly, and he tugged your hands against his chest, caging you without any escape routes.

"Just shut the fuck up"

Without any warning, he crashed his lips against yours with feverish force. His grip in your hands fell so he could touch every part of your body thoroughly. Your arms clinged behind his back, closing the gap between the two of you. Your fingers touched the nape of his neck, tugging his hair every time he bit your lips.

You two were out of air, so you were forced to step back a little. His nose touched yours, and he gave you soft pecks in your lips before opening his mouth.

"No more dating assholes" he warned.

"Mmhm," you nodded, biting your lip. "You better stop acting like one then"

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[yabakuboi]

"Dude," Steve says, pressing on his eyes because he feels like he's about to cry. "What the fuck."

"What?" Dustin squeaks, alarmed. "What? Steve, you're freaking me out!"

"Good!" Because Steve just worked eighteen hours and it's past midnight and he got thrown up on twice and there was a bed pan incident and even though he showered at the hospital he probably smells awful and it rained and he lost his keys so he had to take the bus and he's sweaty and tired and wet and cold and Dustin's DnD friend is hot. "I can't believe you'd do this to me!" Okay, maybe Steve's feeling a little delirious.

"Do what??" Dustin is full on shrieking right now. His hot friend is standing in their apartment looking more and more worried and hot.

"You didn't tell me he was hot!"

The expressions that go across Dustin's face is impressive, before they stop and he settles on a flat glare. "Seriously??"

Hot guy is now blushing and Steve will collapse if he doesn't keep with the righteous fury.

"I've been TRYING to get you two to meet for months now!"

"You didn't tell me he was hot, though! Dustin!!"

"I don't know what guys are hot, Steve!" Dustin says indignantly. "I thought you didn't like nerds!"

"Dustin!"

"Um," says hot guy. He looks like he's panicking.

Dustin's face changes again. "Oh, no. Oh, no, you're right."

"All this time!" Steve says and he really is close to tears. "You've been nagging on me all this time to find my soulmate, and you had the perfect guy right here?? You had him in my home??? Dustin!"

"Whoa," whispers hot guy.

"I'm sorry," Dustin wails now, just as distraught. "You love nerds, all your favorite people are nerds, I don't know what I was thinking, oh my god!" He whirls on hot guy. "Eddie, give Steve your number right now!"

"Okay," says hot guy Eddie, immediately. His face is super red and his eyes are wide, and he looks scared out of his mind as he fumbles his pocket for his phone. "Yeah-Yep-Absolutely. This is a thing that's happening."

Steve, tears burning in his eyes, watches as Dustin punches his number into Eddie's phone. "Okay," he says a little nasally, wiping quickly at his face. "Okay, I'm going to shower and then sleep for two days, and then pretend like this never happened so I can look hot guy in the eye when he asks me on a date. Sound good?"

"Sounds great!" Dustin says, all cheery now. Behind him, still looking vaguely scared for his life, hot guy gives him a shaky thumbs up.

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[golden1u5t]

movie night | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: @bellaaggg

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: you're hosting movie night at your apartment and for the first time, everyone shows up. the movie that was picked wasn't exactly spencers type of movie, luckily everyones distracted so he can do something that interest him more.

you and spencer were lying on the couch, your back pressed against his front with a blanket draped over you, when his hand lands on your thigh. you thought nothing of it and continued to watch the movie until he started to move his hand up higher, you placed your hand over his to stop it from moving and turn your head to look at him. he gave you an innocent look before he went back to watching the movie, you let out a small breath and turned back around and settled back down comfortably.

everything had been going fine... for about five minutes. spencer had started to get handsy again, he tucked his head in the crook of your neck and pushed his hand between your thighs to cup your cunt.

"what are you doing?" you hissed quietly, your eyes quickly scanned the room to make sure everyone's attention was still on the movie. you couldn't have them turning around and finding spencer feeling you up, even though there was a blanket covering you both. spencer let out a soft hum-acting as though he had no idea what you were talking about— and pushed his hips into you.

"spencer, we are in a room full of our friends and colleagues!" you were thankful the tv was turned up loud enough that your voices were muffled but you were still worried they could hear you clearly.

"so? they're all watching the movie, they won't even notice." he tried to reassure you but it did nothing to stop your heartbeat from speeding up when he pushed his hand down your shorts and started to rub you through your panties. you bit down on your lip to try and contain any noises you might make. despite being worried about being caught, you pushed yourself into his hand. "see, i know you want to do this as much as i do."

you could do anything but let out a shaky breath and hope that everyone kept their focus forward. spencer smiled against your skin when he felt you slowly start to give in. his hand found its way into your panties and he swiped his fingertips through your slit, spreading your arousal up to your swollen clit.

just as spencer pressed his fingers into your entrance the tv got quiet, a scene of two people talking came on and it wasn't loud enough to mask the sound of spencers fingers sliding in and out of your drenched cunt. he stilled his fingers when they were halfway in.

spencer could have just waited until the action started back to continue fingering you but the feeling of your walls pulsing around his fingers was causing him to get impatient. "garcia, can you turn the tv up? i can't really hear it that well.""

no one questioned it as garcia raised the remote and turned the turned the volume up, even if they did think something was up he wouldn't have cared. spencer tugged you back into his body and started to move his fingers again, you wrapped your hand around his wrist as your eyes slipped closed. his fingers dragged against your walls slowly so that the movement didn't draw any attention, he curled his fingers ever so often to make up for how slow he had to go.

spencer pressed turned his head so his mouth was right next to your ear. "touch yourself for me, angel."

you did what he said and let go of his wrist, your hand joining his in your now ruined panties and started to play with your clit. a few minutes passed and the action in the movie started to get heavy again, you were able to let out a few small whimpers without anyone noticing and spencer was able to fuck your faster.

with both of your hands working on your cunt, your thighs started to tremble as you approached your orgasm. spencer pressed his lips against the shell of your ear and whispered small praises to you until your high was over.

he gently pulled his fingers out of your panties but the waistband snapped back against your skin and made a loud noise. morgan looked over at you both from where he was cuddled up with garcia, raising his eyebrows at the two of you. "what was that?"

"it was nothing. is this movie almost over?" spencer redirected the attention back to the movie but derek just gave him a knowing glare and turned back around.

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[lowkeyremi]

SWITCHIN' THE POSITIONS FOR YOU, COOKIN' IN THE KITCHEN !

pairing: s. gojo x fem!reader (drabble) note: i saw a poll asking who would be the worst in the kitchen and a lot of people (along with myself) voted gojo summary: satoru wants to make you dinner for a change but it goes terribly wrong for him ! content: fluff, gojo can NOT cook, established relationship (marriage), just cute stuff nothing crazy :3 wc: 783

An hour ago. That was when your husband told you not to worry about dinner, because, 'I've got it covered!' You've been married to Satoru for a long time, so you trusted his judgement. That was then, and right now you're worried because you are 100% sure something in the kitchen is burning right now.

If the groans and frustrated clanging of pots and pans weren't something to go by, then you weren't sure what was. As happy as you would have been to eat whatever burnt mess your husband made, you really didn't want the fire department to have to put out a fire in the building.

So, the only other option was to help him. He was bound to complain and tell you he can do it himself, but you won't have any of that.

"Baby? You okay?" All of the noise in the kitchen quiets when you call out for your husband.

"Yeah, I'm fine! Don't- don't come in here yet I'm not done." A loud crash sound ensues and a loud groan leaves Satoru's lips.

"I think I should come in now, yeah?" He sighs quietly. He's so let down that he nods forgetting that you can't see him before whispering a soft, "Yeah."

"What are you in here making, 'toru?" His blue eyes are just as pouty as his lips are. You find it hard to keep your own eyes on him when out of the corner of your eyes you can see something bubbling over onto the stove with a "psh" sound.

"Was making you pasta, but I burnt the noodles and now the sauce is burning." His voice holds none of his usual cheeriness, his lips hold a very deep frown, and his eyes droop down.

"Aww baby, that was really sweet of you. How about we clean this up and order takeout?" His frown deepens, if that's even possible.

"But I wanna cook you dinner," He whines quietly. Of course you're going to help him make dinner now, because he was so set on cooking for you. Satoru's never had to cook because of his family background, which is why everything in the kitchen is in the state that it's in.

An uneasy feeling washes over you when you see the amount of dishes that are in the sink and what time it is. By the time you guys finish cleaning the kitchen and buy groceries for dinner, it'll be late, but it's worth seeing a smile on his face.

"Well, let's get to cleaning if we wanna eat before midnight." His pout is immediately turned into a big, bright smile.

"Okay!!"

After much cleaning and a trip to the grocery story you and your husband are ready to cook.

"Okay, now that our hands are clean and we have everything that we need, do you mind passing me a tomato?" Without hesitating he picks up a the red fruit and slips it into your hand.

"Thank you, Honey." He smiles diligently as he watches you slice the tomato into halves.

Once he thinks he's seen you do it enough times he asks to give it a try.

"Careful 'toru. Don't cut yourself." With ease he slices through the tomato, keeping his hand away from the knife just as you had. Satoru Gojo is good at everything he does, so of course the cut is perfect.

"Look at you baby, you're a pro at this!" His ego is already pretty big, but it wouldn't hurt to let him feel some pride after his cooking disaster earlier.

While Satoru cut up the rest of the tomatoes, you started boiling the water and browning the beef. You make sure to season the meat with Italian styled seasonings such as oregano, basil, parsley, a long with the essential seasonings.

Satoru's attention is turned to you when he finishes the tomatoes. "Why didn't we just get the fresh stuff at the store instead of those seasonings?"

"Because I want to cut some prep time off. It does the same thing, don't worry too much about it. On top of that we're making homemade sauce so it'll be fine." He nods, but you're 100% sure he has no clue what any of that meant.

The pasta turned out way better this time and Satoru was so excited, "Okay okay, one more picture and then we can eat. It's just- gosh baby this looks so good. Thank you for teaching me how to make this."

It's not fair how he can easily fluster you. "Your welcome, 'toru. Now can we eat? I'm starving."

He lets out a laugh deep from his belly, "Yeah, let's eat before our hard work gets cold."

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[tojiswhore-aventurinesslut]

Thinking about Aventurine coming home after a long week of being "Aventurine".

He had to meet a lot of new, important contacts for the IPC, so he had to be on his A-game to get them on his side. It was a whole week of non-stop meetings, calculated interactions, and gambles. He was socially exhausted by the time he got to you.

Thankfully, you were one of the few people he confided in about his past. You didn't know all the details, but you knew enough. Enough so that he felt comfortable being Kakavasha instead of Aventurine when he was with you.

As soon as he walked through the door his smile dropped and his hand held his head.

"Are you okay?" You asked, getting up from where you were sitting on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a headache." He replied.

When he looked up to see you, a genuine smile painted his face and he moved to embrace you.

He was warm and smelled like amberwood and bergamot – a signature scent he was always donning. It was familiar and comforting to you, and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling.

His arms around you tightened, "I missed you." He whispered.

You looked up into his eyes and smiled, "I missed you too."

"Ow." His hand shot back up to his temple.

You leaned back from his embrace, worry evident in your features. "Are you sure you're okay? Did something happen?"

He wore a pained expression, "yeah I'm fine I think I'm just tired. This week was a lot; lots of difficult clients."

You cupped his face with your hands, "come on, you can lay on the couch and tell me about it."

You took his hand and guided him to the couch where you sat down, patting your lap for him to rest his head on.

This was a usual occurrence. Even before Aventurine had disclosed his past to you, you had noticed how he liked his hair being played with. It was a mindless thing for you at first, but once you noticed how much it relaxed him, you started making it a point to gently pet his head or run your fingers through his hair whenever he was stressed.

It wasn't until later that you learned that's how his older sister used to comfort him on nights they couldn't find food or when they had to hide from Katican raiders.

As soon as Aventurine laid his head down on your lap he sighed, closing his eyes for a second to relish in the familiarity and comfort of the position. He held your other hand against his chest, and you could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady.

You started to tenderly stroke his hair, gently combing his bangs back with your fingers as he told you about his week.

His hair was silky and smooth, slipping easily between your fingers and feeling soft against your skin. You mixed gentle strokes with firm massages against his temples and across the top of his head. Imagining each time that you were kneading and pushing the stress away.

As you played with his hair he started yawning, occasionally forgetting where he was at in his story. It wasn't long before his chest began to rise and fall in a familiar way that told you he was asleep. His head was slightly tilted to the side and his eyes were closed, his slave brand prominent against his neck.

You ran your finger over it, wishing you could knead and push it away like you always did with his stress and headaches. But it was a brand. It was forever. A mark that served as a testament to the horrors he went through. Not many others knew what it was, though. Otherwise, the 'Aventurine' that everyone knew would be outed as a fake immediately.

There was something ironic about how well he deceived people, when the crack in his deception was so blatant for them all to see. You supposed maybe that was just another way in which he was 'lucky'.

"Let your journey be forever peaceful, and your schemes forever concealed." You mumbled, shifting your gaze to his resting face.

You continued languidly stroking his hair, feeling the calm beat of his heart and gentle rise and fall of his chest.

You made a decision when you learned about his past that whoever he decided to be: Aventurine, Kakavasha, or someone in between, you would be there for him. You would be there to stroke his hair and ease his pains. You would be there when it was time to wake up.

So you stayed like that, brushing his hair and hoping he was having peaceful dreams as you laid against the back of the couch and watched as the sky lightened with a new day.

#UGH #will i ever be over this sad sad man? #probably not #posts #my writing #aventurine x reader #aventurine #hsr #hsr fics #aventurine fics #x reader

[bledmouth]

boothill brain rot ! cw for injury.

“aw heck..not you.” boothill cringes- his body squeaks and scrapes as he limps toward the operating table.

you shrug a carefree shoulder, “be glad i’m the one treating you, if it were somebody else..they'd be happy to scrap your ass till you're out of order.”

boothill tries to remain calm, one of his fist clenches as he directly looks at you with narrowed eyes.

you were highly aware of the fact that his synesthesia beacon was indeed tampered with, so you entertained yourself by saying a few cuss words here and there, making sure he heard it all.

“you keep yourself safe..” (kill yourself) his voice is low with irritation- and you find it funny how his threats almost sound empty because you know that he knows you're right.

“go on, sit.” you gesture to the flat space of the operating table, boothill grunting as he struggles to sit on the table.

“those vermin.. i coulda beaten ‘em,” boothill seethes under his breath, you could feel the tension in the air as he talks about the incident.

“left me no choice, my arm disconnected- dumb thing, it wouldn't move even though i budged-” he sighs, long and tired as he slumps in defeat.

your gloved fingers touched the apple of his cheek and he grunts when you graze at a particularly deep cut.

the ‘blood’ was blue, it emmited a slightly foul smell but it wasn't anything you weren't used to already.

“it's amazing how you can feel like an actual person,” you say automatically, “no offense.” boothill just chuckled, low and mocking, “no comment.”

“a relief they didn't damage your brain, it would've been such a problem to put you back together hm?” you clean the wound on his cheek, as it begins to look smaller now.

after the clean up, you move to his right arm- it was limp and damaged, almost as if it was hit with a sledgehammer repeatedly.

“this arm needs replacing,” you grab one of the chargers that's compatible for his other arm and plug it in its port- and you pay your attention back to his right one.

“body makeover! i’m gonna need your consent so i can shut you down for…uh..” a finger on your chin, “an hour or two?”

boothill gives you a look you've never seen before, although it was gone instantly and he feigns nonchalance.

“yeah, yeah. just be quick with it,” his brows furrow with his eyes on the ground, “i still have a job to finish.”

you nod, understanding, “don't worry, this is only protocol for ‘humane’ tampering, i don't want you to experience any type of ‘pain’.”

he scoffs at your obvious choice of words, beating around the bush to even call him anything remotely human. nonetheless he nods and that gives you all the confirmation you need before you lower the operating table so you could plug the large charger that's gonna be attached to his back.

“hang tight cyborg, you'll be awake in a few.”

-

"testing, testing-" you say aloud as you wait for boothill to respond. his eyes open first, then he twitches his fingers- the mechanic whirring of his body was steadily optimizing as you wait for an open response.

"a..am i fixed?" boothill groans as he suddenly feels his head spinning, his mind blank as he tries to look around with his eyeballs- although he feels as if they've been ripped from their sockets.

"welcome back to the human world!" you say with enthusiasm- and boothill feels like ripping his ears from his head.

"get me outta this thing," he tries to sit up, but the heavy charger plug prevents him from moving, and his back stays flat on the table.

he picks up another voice in the room- his ears alert as he hears you talk to someone, "quite the specimen.." incoherent mumbling in the distance that he couldn't make into a full sentence.

"don't move," boothill hears you shuffling toward him now, your white coat finally in his peripheral vision as you remove the holter monitor that stuck on his face, "you're immobilized," your face is now in front of his, your body blocking out the blinding light of the artificial lamp. "for now at least."

"when are you gonna release me." boothill demands, the crack in his voice goes noticable by you- but you remain stoic, or rather, professional.

"shh..m’ busy with an invigilator right now, i'll release you once he leaves. he's kind of a big shot, so it'll take a while. you finally show some emotion with a small, genuine frown. "trust me, it'll be over soon."

"oh fuck you. didn't i say i had somewhere to be?" he whisper-yelled at you, the computers behind him that recorded his current emotion state has increased.

you were taken aback by his sudden change of demeanor, but it didn't phase you as you gave him a knowing look.

"feel different yet?" the question made his eyebrow raise, although he seemed to realize it a second later as he gasps in shock.

"d-did i just.. CUSS? OUT LOUD? DID I JUST SAY FUCK- OH MY FUCK- SON OF A BITCH! THAT WAS ME WASN'T IT?" boothill laughs in disbelief, his grumble echoes in the laboratory.

you smile proud, "oh yeah," you pretend to think thoughtfully, "i fixed your synesthesia beacon just ‘cause." you shrug.

"yer not so useless after all." boothill praises, sending a once in a lifetime smile your way.

you roll your eyes- "maybe..shut up?" it was heartfelt though.

#all i do is write silly boothill fics till his banner #boothill x reader #boothill #boothill x you #hsr boothill #hsr x gn reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you

[dumbbitchgalore]

tf141 hanging out together and finding out that old man!Price has a girlfriend 💫

The crowded pub bustles with the commontion of drunkards of varying degrees. Some slightly tipsy while others have decided to forgo their pants in the name of the King.

And then there's a good of men occupying a table at the corner of the pub. Simon with his balaclava on, Kyle with a cigarette between his fingers savouring the arcid flavour and Johnny ogling some girls on the other side of the pub.

All that was left was John, who makes his way to the table with four pints of beer. He sits down at the table with a grunt as he passes each on of the boys a glass. They all start chatting and catching up about everything's thats happened after Price's retirement.

Johnny begins to bitch and whine about the new captain saying how uptight he was critising everything the squad does that John would've probably turned a blind eye to.

John chuckles slightly, listening to them all talk about what's is going on with the taskforce. Despite the smile on his face, there is a bitter resentment inside of him, gnawing at him.

Useless, useless, useless

He takes a swig of his drink hoping that it'll calm his worries down. And lo and behold he receives a call from you, his baby. He smiles to himself and picks up the phone.

"Hey birdie, doing okay by yourself at home?" He asks softly.

That one sentence caught the attention of the other boys as they give each other quizzical looks. Who the hell could their former captain be talking to?

His mother, maybe his sisters? Nah, he wouldn't call any other birdie.

They listen to John's gravelly voice and breathy laughs as he talks to the mystery person on the phone.

What felt like hours to the boys and a few fleeting seconds for John, he hangs up and faces the group. He raises an eyebrow when he sees their faces contorted into expressions of confusion and curiosity.

"What?" John asks slightly defensively

"Who's the birdie, Captain?" Johnny asks with a tooth grin.

John shakes his head, "my girlfriend." he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

Their jaws drop to the floor. Shocked would be an understatement as to what they were feeling and thinking right now.

"You sure it's not schizophrenia, sir?" Kyle asks.

John huffs in annoyance. What the hell? Couldn't they just accept that John finally had someone in his life. A perfect little doll who patiently waits for him at home.

They all start to laugh obnoxiously, barking and howling as if they were witnessing a circus show. And John's irritation grew tenfold and he huffs a sigh of annoyance.

"Oi captain, why don't you show us a picture of your birdie and then maybe we'll believe ya. Or well just keep thinking that the sarin gas is still in your system." Simon says, followed by a cackle.

John rolls his eyes and opens his photo gallery and shows the trio a photo of you and him. The picture is of the two of you in bed, with you resting your head on his shoulder with a smile on your face as John is still fast asleep. Evidence of the previous night's lustful tendancies still apparent on both of them.

This time their jaws drop for certain as the tangible evidence is placed in front of them. You're beautiful, and that fucked-out, post orgasm face is something else. This isn't fair. How did Price get blessed with a beauty such as yourself.

Soap scowls and scoffs looking away and crossing his arms in annoyance. While Kyle gushes about how lucky Price his to hide his jealously rearing its ugly head. And simon simply stares at the photo with a discerning expression on his face.

John smiply smiles, his ego fuelled and his pride sky high.

"Well boys, I gotta get back to my doll. Maybe next time I'll bring her along." He exits the pub, leaving the boys all confused and jealous.

#john price #john price cod #john price smut #john price x reader #captain john #cod smut #tf 141 #tf141 smut #captain price #john price x you #ri's rants

[slight-gaming-addict]

dreamers paradise

masterlist | request rules

how characters react to you falling asleep on them

characters: leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, malleus draconia

𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓

will instinctively shrug his shoulder when he feels something on it

stops himself when he notices it's your head on his shoulder and that you fell asleep

curses at you under his breath

still has the slight urge to push you off of him, but finds it in himself not to

confuses himself as to why he doesn't just get you off him to leave him alone

makes the excuse of since you're sleeping you won't be able to annoy him, and he should just keep it that way

decides it's a good chance for him to also get a nap in

you both end up sleeping through the day

ends up being one of the best naps he's had in a while

wants to nap with you for every one he has now, but definitely doesn't want to tell you this

instead he just tries to get as close to you as possible trying not to make it obvious what he's doing

he thinks he's so sneaky doing it but you know what he's doing so you decide to make it easier for him

he's always finding you in napping spots that are common for him, and he doesn't think anything of it

enjoys how he can be with you and also in some of his favorite napping spots

always pulls you closer to him when he thinks you're sleeping

you're almost always awake

𝑨𝒛𝒖𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐

you're always with him when he's going over paperwork in his office

he's used to your company while he's working, so he doesn't think anything of it when you go quiet and the only sound is his pen scratching on paper

it isn't when you fall onto him that he focuses his attention on you

is shocked at first contact, but when he sees you sleeping he relaxes

puts down his work and starts to carry you to bed

tries his best not to wake you during the walk

tucks you in under the blanket he knows is your favorite

goes to leave to resume his work, but you won't let go of him

tries to assure your sleeping mind that he'll be back after he finishes, but you still won't let go of his shirt

sighs and ends up laying down with you until you end up relaxing into him

tells himself that he'll go back to work after he stays with you for a little bit

ends up falling asleep next to you, and has to do the rest in the morning

wants to be upset at himself for not finishing the work last night, but can't bring himself to be upset when he was very content in his sleep when next to you

𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒂

since most nights he's usually out in the courtyard, you join him every once in a while

enjoys the time you spend together, and is happy that you'll listen to the rants that he'll go on about

you'll usually get comfortable and lay your head on his lap as he talks, so he won't notice you fall asleep until he checks on you when you're silent for longer than usual

is scared of waking you up, so he just keeps you there sleeping on him until morning

notices how your form changes at certain things he does

you curl closer to him when he runs his nails over your back, so he finds himself doing it while he sits and looks out into the distance

covers you with his robe he's wearing when he sees your body slightly shiver under him and pulls you closer to him

finds himself wanting to make you as comfortable as possible

asks you a bunch of questions when you wake up on if you were comfortable enough

wants to make sure that he made the right decision in not waking you up so you could sleep in your bed, knowing humans are a lot weaker than him and he's still trying to learn how they are

you reassure him that you were completely comfortable and he shouldn't worry about it

you make it a habit of "accidentally" falling asleep on him when you're in the courtyard, and always wake up closer to him than you were when you fell asleep and a robe covering you

buy me a coffee ♡

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst azul #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #twst x reader #disney twst #twst malleus #twst housewardens #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona x reader

[noyasmashing]

Tamaki is literally my only anime crush 😭 and then you write for him 🫶

Can we have yan Tamaki hcs? I don’t know if you write yan or not

ANYTHING FOR U MILLY!! I have not written yandere before so ill try my best ;3 (sorry if it sucks)

CW: soft yandere?? nothing to crazy just a bit of stalking and sexual fantasies, sub coded Tamaki, praise, and degradation.

First and foremost, this man is the epitome of shy. I mean, seriously, he blends in pretty well, never going out of his way to bring attention to himself. And he totally plays that to his advantage. You'll catch him subtly trailing after you, taking mental notes of your every move, even down to the exact time you do things. He insists it's for your protection, unwilling to acknowledge to himself just how unsettling his behavior is. If you're into coffee, he's got your order and the precise moment you grab it each morning memorized.

And he's definitely strategic about it. Say he knows you tend to stroll over to the library after classes, he'll just happen to "accidentally" cross paths with you during his "routine afternoon jog."

But don't expect him to strike up a conversation just yet. No, instead, he's content to admire you from a distance, pulling all the stops to catch your eye without saying a word.

Oh, and let's talk about compliments. This guy eats those up like candy. Anytime you praise him for his heroics or strength, his elf-like ears turning bright red, stumbling over his words to thank you.

He gets oddly possessive if he catches you chatting with any other guy, especially if it's Mirio. In his mind, he's already picturing you two planning the wedding. But, of course, he's way too timid to voice any of that. Instead, he'll just retreat to a quiet corner, silently brooding, hoping you'll notice he's upset without him having to say a word.

I can just tell physical touch is his weakness. You'll find him "accidentally" bumping into you, using any excuse to press his body against yours just to get by, or letting his hands brush against yours as he hands you something. All those little moments of contact? Yeah, he's definitely not immune to those.

Growing up, he was never one to show much interest in girls. Crushes were foreign to him, until you came along. Your laughter at his silly jokes alone was enough to make his head spin. He craved the rush of dopamine and nerves he felt when he was around you, wanting more with each passing moment. Eventually, he took things too far.

Following you home was undoubtedly one of the most reckless actions he had ever taken, and predictably, he got caught. Even if you did return feelings for him, your initial response would be to scold him for his invasive behavior.

He feels remorseful, tears falling down his red cheeks, but the attention you're suddenly giving him weakens his knees. It's a revelation to him that he also enjoys being degraded by you. Suddenly, all he can think about is you tugging on his long locks and calling him nothing but a toy for your own pleasure.

That is when he starts experiencing wet dreams about you. Humping his pillow in his sleep as he moans your name, along with little gasps and sighs. At the same time, he is wetting his underwear with an embarrassing amount of cum. Never once did he feel so perverted and horny, but he's too caught up in the moment to worry about it.

#amajiki tamaki x reader #tamaki amakiji #tamaki x reader #mha tamaki #tamaki amajiki #amajiki smut #mha amajiki #amajiki x reader #bnha amajiki #tamaki smut #sub yandere #dom reader #my hero academia #my hero acedamia #mha smut #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia

[strwberri-milk]

Hello! I read that your inbox was open and I'm not sure if I missed anything but how about a prompt where our 3 best boys got turned into Evol kitties for a day? Maybe the 3 boys got hit while protecting the MC from a wanderer and got turned into an Evol kitty variant of themselves and MC gotta take care of them?

I could imagine the shenanigans that would ensue and how cute they would look hanging out in their tea cups hehe

GRR i love this LMAO

Zayne is a very calm little kitty. He is mildly perturbed that he's turned into a kitten but when you quickly pick him up and tuck him away into your pocket safely he safely stays put and doesn't squirm too much to avoid accidentally falling out of your pocket. You take him home and let him get comfortable on your pillow but he seems much more intrigued in following you around. Even as a tiny little kitten he can't help but nip at your ankle as a subtle reminder to take care of yourself when he catches you falling into an unhealthy habit you've told him you've been trying to stop.

He keeps pretty lowkey, making sure to keep himself out of trouble for your sake considering how dangerous things are for him now that he's a tiny little cat. He knows that you'd worry if you couldn't see him so he makes sure to stay in your sight until he turns back, knowing that the effects will most likely be temporary.

Rafayel is dramatic. Not only is he terrified of cats but now he is one. You find him immediately as soon as you hear him practically yowling, finding him hidden amongst the debris once you get rid of the Wanderer. He crawls into your hands eagerly, nuzzling against your palms and purring now that he feels safe.

Once the two of you get back home you decide to put Rafayel in a little padded basket. You don't trust that he won't run off if he finds something interesting and putting him in said basket means you can at least feel the weight shift before he runs off. Thankfully, he decides to stay put, meowing and pawing at you insistently until you shower him attention the way you do regular cats. He'll happily play with your finger as you use your knuckle to pet his fur and tease his paws, adoring all the attention you're giving him.

Xavier is a little surprised once he realises he's shrunk down to a fraction of his size and staring down at fluffy paws. He pads around a little in confusion, trying to figure out what to do as you scoop him up in your hands. Once you've determined that he's not injured you tuck him into your pocket, the warmth of your body immediately making him fall asleep.

He stays asleep for most of the time, making your mind rest easy without worrying about him running away. You gently tease at him with your finger, cooing at how adorable he looks sleeping in the middle of your pillow. He doesn't mind at all, gently batting your finger away in his sleep and purring happily, deciding to use this time to rest.

#love and deepspace x reader #l&ds x reader #lads x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #lads rafayel x reader #lads xavier x reader #lads zayne x reader

[another-random-paradise]

Can I rq for hc about twst.. Where the fem!reader(gn!reader if like) has an abusive father and caused her a truma? And the boys ( the first years + lilia & leona & azul & trein) are shocked when they find out?

Something about angst/comfort with some fluff .... I hope you're comfortable writing that.

A new start

thank you for the request. I'll be honest, i was debating wether to write this or not, as abuse is a complex subject, and i was worried about misunderstanding or accidentally offending those who have gone/are going through this. But remembered that, I too, turned to fanfics for comfort during some of my worst days, and if i can be, or at least create, that comfort for someone else, then I'm satisfied with what I've achieved in live. But I do have a 4 character limit that i have to enforce for the sake of my own mental health, so i didn't do the first years, I'm very sorry.

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Reader opens up to them about their abusive father

Characters: Lillia, Leona, Azul, Proffessor Trein

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Talk of past abuse

written platonically, but Leona and Azul can be read romatically

!Please note that this is not meant to glorify or romanticize abuse, but meant as a form of comfort for those that need it!

Lillia

-Lillia has always been one to sneak up on and scare people, he just found their reactions so funny!

-But he can easily tell that you react a lot more intensely than others. He eventually stops sneaking up on you, because your reactions aren't fun, they just seem.. sad to him.

-Instead of surprise, you feel fear, and he doesn't like it. He can tell, just from that, that something is wrong, and while he wants to know what, he won't pressure you. As a father, he learned quickly that, that only leads to dishonesty

-As the two of you become closer, you start to be more comfortable and open with him

-And during a particularly calm conversation, a rather rare thing with someone like Lillia, you finally open up to him

-You two are sitting on a bench near his dorm, with no one around, when your conversation suddenly shifts to the past.

-As you tell him what your father did, Lillia feels anger, no, rage.

-But not at you, never at you. No, he is enraged that your father could treat his own child like that. He raised his enemy's son, after a war that lastet years, the child of the same man that killed the woman he loved, and still managed to be the best father he could be. And that trash bag of a person- if you could even call him that - couldn't even take care of his own?! 

-When you see the look in his eyes, you almost get scared, but something just tells you, that anger isn't directed at you. And before you can question him, he pulls you into a hug. You would dare to call it the most gentle hug you have ever experienced.

-"You are safe now. You always will be for as long as I'll live."  His words are as genuine as can be, as his grip tightens ever so slightly. But it doesn't feel like a cage, more like a weighted blanket engulfing your body, the weight slowly lulling you to sleep.

-If you weren't crying before, chances are you are now. And he lets you, comfortingly rubbing your back your back as you sob into his shoulder, finally letting it all out.

-The days after that, you notice that Lillias attitude towards you has changed over so slightly, he is acting a lot more caringly, he is acting.. almost fatherly. And you don't even realize that, that is his goal.

-He makes sure you always eat enough, and will cook your lunch and dinner himself if he has to, and that alone is motivation enough to eat properly, checks up on you, helps you with homework and similar, and always lends you a shoulder to cry on.

-Lillia has already made up his mind. He raised a human and a fae prince, what harm could taking in one more human do?

-You may have not have had a proper father up until now, but rather late than never, no?

Leona

-He noticed how skittish you seemed to be when you first met. The fear in your eyes obvious, no matter whether you try to hide it or not, as he snapped at you for stepping on his tail. It was the main reason he let you of so easily.

-He saw it again during his overblot, right before he transformed, as well as shortly after his recovery, when he approached you to sort things out. He expected fear, an overblot is nothing short of scary after all, but something about your fear just seemed different to him, but he decided not to bother you about it.

-Eventually you two get closer, he considers you one of his closest friends ...which isn't that great of an achievement since he doesn't have that many- but at least actually becoming one of his friends at all can be counted as one!

-One day, while simply hanging out, he decides to bring it up. He says it casually enough that you know you don't have to answer, without him having to outright say it. 

-You decide you trust him enough and tell him about your father and what he did

-He's shocked. He doesn't know what exactly he expected, but it, for some reason, it wasn't this. He thought maybe bully's, a bad ex, or something like that... but your own father? He didn't know he could hate someone so much without ever meeting them

-He's now wide awake, but stays quiet. He has never been good with words, let alone comforting someone, so he just lends you an open ear. 

-The quietness might put you off at first, but his tail subconsciously wraps around your arm, as he processes it, I'm afraid this is as much proper comfort you'll get, but if you decide to hug or cuddle him, he'll let you

-While he may not be the best with words, he does know how to take action while still being lazy.

-He practically has his own fan club at his beck and call, also known as the savanaclaw dorm, and he puts them to use.

-He tells them to make sure no one gives you trouble, and that you remain harm free, or else they'll have trouble with him. And it works! Suddenly all your bullies leave you alone!.. you don't even realize the amount of savanaclaw members staring the bully down.

-It's Leona's way of comforting and taking care of you, because if your father won't, then he damn sure will.

Azul

-Azul can be very observant when he wants to be, so it wasn't hard to tell, that the fear you felt when the twins got violent in front of you.. your fear was different, than that of the usual person

-He has to be honest, when he first saw it, he thought maybe he could utilize it to make you sign a contract.. but after his overblot his entire perspective seemed to change, you just seemed to understand his childhood trauma a little to well, how the constant abuse could hurt and even change oneself

-He'd be lying if he said that, that wasn't part of the reason you two got as close as you did, you two just seemed to understand to understand each other on a deeper level

-One day, while simply sitting in the VIP lounge while he worked, you two once again ended up talking about the past, and this time, you decided to be the one to open up to him about your childhood

-Azul stops in his tracks as you do, horrified at the thought of that happening  happening to you. He was just quiet for a moment, and unlike usual, this wasn't a comfortable silence

-"Well.. you're here now, he won't reach you here. I'll make sure of this, I'll make a contract to prove it." His voice was quiet, as he was debating what to do, he wanted to properly comfort you, but he didn't know how. He was still very young when his mom got divorced and, well, the twins never exactly needed comforting. So instead, he does what he does best, write a contract.

-For once, it's a contract that benefits you more that him. It mentions that you'll get protection from bully's and your father, should he somehow end up in twisted wonderland, and that Mostro lounge can be like a save haven that you can go to even after it's closing times. In return, he asks that you come to him should anything happen to you, from your father actually finding you, to simply getting triggert by something that reminds you of the past, whatever that may be.

-He just hopes that, even though he isn't the best when it comes to comfort, he can be the save haven for you that your dad failed to be.

Professor Trein

-Trein likes you for the simple reason that you're one of the very rare students that doesn't either cause trouble or fall asleep in his class

-During the topic of ancestry and how it affected history, ever so often the topic would change to the students family's, some students interested in yours, since your from another world. He couldn't help but notice how you never brought up your father.

-Eventually Trein became your favourite teacher! Sure, his lectures can be boring, but history is one of the few subjects you can participate in, and as long as you behave, he's actually pretty nice!

-Trein, already a father of multiple daughters, couldn't help but feel fatherly towards you, he made sure you knew you could confide in him

-One day, the lesson is about the past of some important historical figure, as things happened to be, this historical figure was abused too. Trein almost immediately noticed how quiet you got, and how hesitant you were to do the assignments. So, Trein asked you to stay after class

-He told you he noticed the change, and you decide to entrust him your story

-Trein, as a father himself, is horrified. How could anyone do that to their own flesh and blood? He lets you speak, nodding occasionally to let you know he's listening.

-"I am so sorry that happened to you. you deserve better". If you need or want it, he'll hug you and let you sob into his shoulder

-Trein, similarly to Lillia, will start to act more fatherly after that. He won't be less strict with you exam wise, but if he feels a subject could be triggering to you, he'll let you know before class, so that you can mentally prepare yourself, or miss class with his permission if needed.

-Since you aren't from twisted wonderland, you don't have a legal guardian here, do you? How do you feel about adoption? He's already raised multiple daughters, he's sure he can do it again. That way you also have somewhere to go during holidays! 

-He can't change what has already happened, but he'll make sure your last few teenage years are spent happily in a proper home

Abuse is a sensitive subject, and while i tried my best to be as respectful as possible, I know it is very possible for me to have done something wrong. So, if anything here is disrespectful, triggering, or just generally insensitive, I beg you to tell me, so that i can fix it as fast as possible.

I admit to not being the most educated on this subject, but if you are still in this situation or believe someone else is, I believe there are different hot lines for different country's that can tell you what you can do to get help. If you can, find a public computer or use a friends phone to find and call said hotline.

I truly hope that your okay anon and anyone else that is reading this, and that this fic could bring you some comfort.

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[alexa-fika]

ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! Last request before I sleep

Here me out shanks with a 13 year old daughter (who has his iconic red hair) reader who absolutely despised him because he's the reason why her town got attack (Shanks keeps flirting with her mother unknowingly he accidentally made her into an outcast)

Reader who's snarky, a bit rude but polite and well mannered (unlike shanks)

Reader who's always reading and very elegant royalty like but not spoiled and very serious all the time (unlike shanks)

Reader who's secretly insecure and scared that she's always gonna be in her father shadow

Reader who is always in the whitebeard pirates (THOUGHT THIS WASN'T A WHITEBEARD REQUEST BUT I MADE IT ANYWAYS?)

Reader who always dye their hair into black

Reader who bonds with ace because of their daddy issues 🥰

That's it. That's the tweet

Roots ( Ace x f!teen!reader)

A/N here we go, I dont feel with this one, I feel like I missed the whole vibe you were trying to get when you submitted the regret, I spend a week just staring at the screen trying to think of how to approach it and I can’t say I choose the right one

Dokucha frowns as the book on her hands is ripped away from her hands, only to let a small smile as she recognizes the candy cane-patterned bracelet

"Ace, you're back," she stated, looking up at the grinning man squatting on the railing

"I'm back," he responds, jumping down from the railing and bringing the girl into a side hug

"What have you been up to today?"

"I am actually taking a small breather before I continue training; I believe it's Haruta's turn for a session," she stated gingerly, clenching her hands in a lower position

"Turn?"He furrowed his brows at her words and the implications behind them

"Dokucha, how many sessions have you done?"

She bites at her lip, shifting her gaze away from his

"This would be the seventh," she muttered

"I told you to stop pushing it, you're only thirteen dokucha, it's okay to train, but this is too much," he scolded

"Is this about Shanks?" he muttered, kneeling down to her level

"I don't want to fall behind."

" I know you don't, but are you just going to waste your life trying to catch him?

Isn't that what you don't want to do? To live your whole life trying to surpass your old man?"

"I can see it in their eyes, Ace, every time we go on a mission; all they can see is him, they don't think of me as Dokucha, they just see his daughter," she murmured, teary eyes flickering back to the man

"Then let them. They have no place in your life, so why would you care what a bunch of strangers think?" he asked

He frowns at the small unconvinced hum that leaves the teen at his words only to bounce back as an idea comes to mind

“ Hey, I found a cool place on my way back; it’s only a few minutes on the Striker; wanna check it out?”

“But Haruta is expecting me…”

“Don’t worry about that; you said you still have some time, right?”

“I suppose so, b-

“Great, you head to the Striker; I will catch back up in a second; need to get something before we head out,” he said, running off

“W- Ace! I din- and he’s gone” she mutters at the retreating form of the commander, taking a glance down at the striker that had been tied to the Moby Dick

“I guess no harm in a small ride.”

-

“How did you find this place?” she muttered

The two found themselves sitting on the Striker, their leaves soaking in crystal clear water as they watched all the fish swim around them, curious about the two visitors

“I visited this island before on one of my missions.”

“Hm”

"Listen, Dokucha, I have told you about my father, yeah?”

“Yes, you did.”

“The reason why I'm so pushy on stopping what you’re doing is because I made the same mistake, and it cost me over 15 years of my life” he started, noticing how his words had finally gotten the girl’s attention

“ I spent all that time trying to follow my father’s legacy, to surpass him. To become the pirate king, to Defeat whitebeard. All the while, it just ate me inside; I was blindsided and led by my anger toward him for all those years. I missed many opportunities to enjoy, to have a carefree childhood just to accomplish that goal”

“How did you…why…”

“Why I stopped?”

“Yes”

“I found pops.”

“ I thought your goal was to take him down to prove yourself?” She asked now facing his way as her legs Straddled the Striker giving him her full attention, loookimg up at him in confusion

“It was; I spent the next few days going after him even after he took me into the moby; every day, I would try.”

“I refuse to believe that” she scoffed with an amused laugh

“I'm serious!

Tried over a hundred times, and every time, I would end up with either a bloody nose or thrown into the sea.”

She covers her mouth as she lets out a muffled laugh at the thought of a grumpy, drenched Ace

“A-Anyway, after that, Marco and later Pops talked with me; it made me realize how useless it was to try to take Pops down and follow after someone else’s dream.”

“Din’t you feel disappointed?”

“Quite the opposite, I felt free for the first time, felt free to make choices based on what I wanted and not to surpass my father; it’s led me to where I am now, and it was the best realization I made in my life.”

“…”

“Keep it in mind, okay? Let’s head back for now,” he said, pushing himself up, extending a hand to the girl as he prepped the Striker

“How do you think I should start?”

“Start what?” He questions, manauvering the Striker through the waves, slowing down as he puts his attention on her

“Letting go”

“Maybe you should start with this,” he said, flicking their head

“Jerk, what was the reason for that?”

“Stop trying to change yourself; your roots are coming out; why don’t you let them grow?”

“Ah!” She exclaims covering her head at his comment, missing the way he sighed and shook his head only to come back to her senses as a weight was placed on her head

“You should be proud of yourself, the way you look, the way you are; at the end of the day, it’s yours, not his; now might be the best time

She looks up at the ravenette questioningly, his iconic hat now missing from his head and gingerly placed on hers

“What do you mean?”

He simply gestures to the new vessel now anchored next to the Moby Dick

“What is he doing here.”

Thoughts?

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Shadow of Obsession | Spencer Reid x Reader

Part Four

Series summary: In which you find that love is an obsession that can quickly spiral out of control.

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

"They don't believe me." Your words shatter his heart completely.

"Don't worry about them. You're all that matters right now."

For hours, you've sat in the same spot at the dining room table, watching Spencer work with a tenacity you have never seen before. His eyebrows are drawn tightly together, his tongue darts out between his lips as he concentrates. Every so often he runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

You feel like you should be helping him, but you find yourself all too distracted by the simple fact that your stalker knows where you live. Who knows how long he's known, and what else he's done that you're not even aware of. The thought of a stranger walking around in your apartment makes you sick to your stomach.

But what really sends you over the edge is the fact that your stalker took an item of your clothing and then returned that same night to deliver the folder. He was right outside of your door while you sat petrified in your bedroom and he now possesses a part of you, no matter how small that part is.

The thought of what he's using your sweater for sends a chill down your spine and you shudder. Your sudden movement must have snapped Spencer out of his trance and he sets down the picture he was analyzing. You see the sleep-deprived bags under his eyes and know you likely don't look any better. His eyes soften as he looks you over.

"You should get some rest, you've been at this for hours." Your voice is scratchy from not speaking. Spencer is quick to shake his head.

"I'm fine, you should go lay down though, I know you didn't sleep all night." Though his guess is accurate, you won't admit it.

Before you answer, you take a second to let your eyes focus on his hand resting on the table. Under different circumstances you may even say the veins in his hand were oddly attractive, but you refuse to let that thought run wild and instead focus back on the matter at hand.

"No, really I'm fine." You fight the urge to yawn and you know you don't have him fooled in the slightest.

He stands straighter and crosses his arms across his chest. Like you're a child being reprimanded, he gives you a stern look, one that lets you know exactly what he's thinking. A silent exchange occurs only through the look in each other's eyes. His are golden-brown, like fresh honey, and they transport you to a time when things were simpler.

For a moment you're taken back to your first day at the BAU. You were fresh out of the academy, recommended to the team by your trainer. The nerves had your stomach twisted and upset, and you vividly recall walking through those glass doors for the first time; your heartbeat pounded in your ears with each step. Everyone had been welcoming, warm, and kind. And you very distinctly remember seeing the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on. His hair was long, maybe just a touch messy, but it was the kind and reassuring smile he offered that let you know you had made the right decision to join.

And now, sitting only a few feet away from him, you can't help but to feel reminiscent. Your relationship with Spencer had grown far deeper than with anyone else on the team. You had been there when he was wrongfully imprisoned and now he's here when you're being stalked. The two of you celebrated the arrest of each unsub together and worked wonderfully as a team, playing to each other's strengths.

A feeling within your chest flutters, one that you've been trying long and hard to suppress. And it had worked for a long time, that is until very recently.

"I know you're not fine. Please, just come on." His voice is soft and he offers his hand out to you. Not thinking twice, you take his hand in yours and let him lead you to the sofa.

Without you even having to ask, he makes sure that the curtains are closed and you watch as he scans the street for anyone who looks out of place before he sits next to you. He's warm and inviting, and if given the opportunity you know you could fall asleep in his arms.

You lean your head on his shoulder instead, and he wraps his arm around you, hugging you closer to his side. His hand rubs up and down your arm, comforting you as you allow your eyes to flutter shut.

Not another word is shared as you feel yourself being lulled to sleep by Spencer's presence. Just having him near is enough to make you feel safe and secure. You vaguely feel him lay you down on the couch, and you feel a pressure to the top of your head. And you're not sure if you're hallucinating or half-dreaming, but you swear you could hear him whisper to you,

"I promise that I will find who is doing this to you."

-----

Hotch arrives at the office early in the morning before anyone else. His signature scowl is plastered on his face and he's deep in thought about what Derek presented to him yesterday. While the system clearly shows that you were the one who made all of the alterations to the case reports, something deep within Hotch tells him that you're innocent.

There's just no way you would go to these great lengths for simple recognition. But it seems the others on the team are convinced you're behind all of this. Their insistence is the only thing giving him pause. He makes a mental note to follow up with them again sometime today, perhaps there's more that wasn't initially disclosed. There's just no way they've all been swayed by simple electronic records, ones they know are hackable.

Hotch sits at his desk and looks over the reports again and again, hoping that the answer jumps out at him. And it's on the fifth re-read that he notices something. It's a very small detail, but he thinks it could be an important one. He grabs a highlighter and begins marking up the reports.

After a few hours, Hotch walks down to Penelope's office. When she opens the door she's surprised to see Hotch on the other side, but she knows that whatever he's here for is something serious; Hotch doesn't make these visits often.

"Can you show me the video footage on the night that the document changes were made?" He asks, nodding to Penelope's plethora of monitors.

"Certainly sir." She says and sits down, pulling up the footage. She's watched it a hundred times, she knows this video like the back of her hand.

Hotch sits next to her and she plays the video. Just as she watched with you, and the others, the video has been tampered with. The shadows on the ground make that obvious.

"So someone got into the computer system and altered the footage." Hotch states the obvious.

"It appears so, yes." Penelope says, nervous about where this conversation is headed.

In the past day Penelope has had the same conversation with just about every other member of the BAU. Each of them didn't want to believe you had orchestrated this elaborate scheme, but they couldn't ignore the evidence.

Everyone was reluctant to admit that they believed you were responsible; Spencer was the only one to flat out deny your involvement. He was adamant about it, and his passion caused Penelope to second guess the others.

Of course she would never say that out loud, but it caused her to do some digging. She remembered how upset you were about the flowers, and she wasn't sold on the narrative that you had planned this for recognition and praise.

"Is it possible for you to-"

"Already ahead of you sir. I got into the system and looked for interferences. And it shows that she was the one who got into the camera systems as well, only a few minutes after the documents had all been changed. And it was her badge that scanned into the office." Penelope cuts Hotch off, eager to share what she learned from her sleuthing.

Hotch nods his head shortly and takes a moment to collect his thoughts. There are only a few people in this building with the kind of expertise to be able to pull something like this off. But he is apprehensive to accuse anyone of anything without further, concrete proof.

"Can you send this to me, along with the edit history?" Hotch stands from the seat and goes to leave Penelope's office, who sends him the video right away.

Being no stranger to situations like these, Hotch knows he has to keep this investigation under wraps. Especially if the team has seemingly turned their back on you. The BAU has had their fair share of rough moments, and during those moments the team always stuck together. But for some reason, this caused everyone to doubt you. It just isn't adding up to Hotch.

He returns to his office and looks out into the bullpen. Everyone is working diligently and he plans on how to handle this. While he forms a plan, he picks up his phone and makes an important call.

-----

"What do you mean I can't go in?" You ask Spencer, who just got off the phone with Hotch. Spencer sighs and sets his phone down on the coffee table. Running a hand through his hair he answers,

"Hotch said it's best if you stay out of the office while he figures out what's going on. He didn't say much about specifics, just that it would be best if you didn't come in." The words feel like a hot knife being pushed through your heart. Does this mean you're under investigation? Will you be suspended from the bureau?

You sit down on the couch, shocked about what's happening. As if being stalked wasn't bad enough, it might actually cost you your job? Not only your job, but some of the closest friends you've ever had?

Rubbing your eyes, you try to make sense of it all, but you just can't. There has to be something you're missing. There's a missing piece of the puzzle, that one piece would complete the picture. But now, it's just fragmented and incoherent.

"What am I missing? There were the flowers, the document changes, the re-tagged evidence, the tampered video, and now the folder." You speak, mostly to yourself but you know Spencer is listening as well.

You rub your temples as you try to connect the dots. Obviously it tells you that there's a stalker, and the evidence points in the direction of that stalker working for the bureau but you cannot figure out why the stalker would take those specific actions.

"Whatever it is, we will find it and we will find who is doing this." Spencer's voice is low and even, the determination is obvious. He moves to sit next to you, his leg only a few inches from yours.

You turn your head and look at him. His hair is disheveled from the amount of times he's run a hand through it in frustration, but it's charming.

"And what if we don't? Spencer you know how these things end." You simply state. As you say the words you realize you're not speaking as a profiler, but rather like a victim. And you're not sure how that makes you feel.

Spencer places his hand on top of your thigh and gives a reassuring squeeze; your heart races with the contact and you try to hide the feeling so that he can't perceive it on your face. The way his eyes dart down to your cheeks and lips make you think you didn't do a great job of hiding it. His tongue wets his lips and he goes to move a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"I don't care how many times I have to repeat myself. But I promise you that I will not rest until we find who is doing this to you. I will hunt down the man who is making your life miserable, and I will make him pay for what he's done." His words are laced with malice and venom. You nod your head and swallow, unable to think of anything coherent to say.

After a few moments, Spencer squeezes your thigh again before he gets back up to analyze the folder for the thousandth time. As he walks away, your heart swells with gratitude, and your skin buzzes where his hand was.

-----

Spencer walks into work with a feeling he can't quite place residing in his chest. It's something raw, and intense. His focus feels like it's been dialed to 100.

While he felt bad for leaving you at home alone, he knew that he would be able to do his best work here, without distractions. He had dedicated every piece of evidence to memory and was sure he would see the full picture soon.

But until then, he's got a job to do. And that job is to track down whoever is making your life a living nightmare. Spencer is unable to find the words to describe how upset he is every time he sees you looking over your shoulder in fear, or fending off sleep because of anxiety.

He hadn't felt a rage like this in a long time.

Spencer drops his bag on his desk and walks to Hotch's office. During the call Hotch made to tell you to stay home, he had also told Spencer that they needed to talk as soon as he got in. He isn't sure whether or not it's in your defense, but he knows it has to deal with your situation.

Hotch's back is turned when Spencer enters and as he turns around Spencer sees the file in hand and the scowl on Hotch's face.

"Please, sit." Hotch takes a seat and motions for Spencer to take the one across from the desk. Spencer tries to get a glimpse of the file Hotch has, but he's unsuccessful.

"We have some things to discuss." Hotch speaks again with a sigh. Spencer nods, agreeing. He only hopes Hotch believes you're innocent as well, or else he fears this discussion might become heated.

"You've probably already seen the electronic records with her credentials and the tampered video, I assume?" Hotch questions.

"Yes, I've seen them." Spencer doesn't give more information than necessary, not until he knows which side Hotch is on.

"Give me your unbiased professional opinion." Hotch leans forward on his desk, fingers interlaced and elbows resting on the wood. Spencer blinks a few times, trying to formulate an opinion void of personal feelings.

What he realizes is that he's been handling this entire case almost entirely with his personal feelings. But he recovers quickly and soon finds the words he's looking for.

"I think that she is being stalked by someone who works here. But not a regular agent, I believe it's someone pretty high up." Spencer says. Hotch nods, stoic expression not revealing anything.

"And why do you believe that?" He tilts his head just slightly to the right, something that tells Spencer that Hotch is genuinely interested in what he has to say. It's one of his small giveaways.

"Well, there are only a few people here that would have the expertise and ability to access and change credential logs like that, and to be able to get into the system and change the video. It would also take someone within the bureau to know where she's located at within the building, to send the flowers to. And whoever it is would have enough working knowledge to know how to retag evidence properly." Spencer rattles off, becoming more and more confident with his theory as he speaks. It's like saying this all out loud is helping him connect the dots.

Hotch takes a moment and nods while he studies Spencer's face and body language. It's usual profiler behavior and Spencer has seen him do this hundreds of times before with other people.

"But what else?" Hotch eventually asks. Spencer's shoulders tense up and his eyebrows scrunch together.

"What do you mean?" Spencer questions, recounting the evidence and what he explained. What more could there possibly be to say?

"You raised you hand like you had something else to add onto your explanation, but then you said nothing. What else were you going to say?" Spencer curses Hotch for being so observant just this once. With a sigh, Spencer decides it's easier to just lay everything out as plainly as possible.

"I know she didn't do it because I was with her the nights before everything happened, for the most part." Spencer doesn't elaborate any further, wanting to keep your relationship with him as much to himself as possible. Hotch's eyebrows raise in surprise, but he recovers quickly.

"I see. You'll be glad to hear I don't think she did any of this either. But what we think and what we can prove are two different things here." Spencer is all too familiar with this premise.

In fact, the similarities between this and his wrongful imprisonment are beginning to share too many things in common. You're being framed just as he was, evidence was planted and tampered with, and you're scared out of your mind because you don't know how this is going to end.

But not only that, he remembers in vivid detail how you helped him find sobriety after Tobias Hankel, how you stayed by his side through the entire journey when he was terrified. And he remembers how supportive you were when Maeve died right in front of him. You had shown him love and compassion when he thought neither of those things existed. It was you who stuck beside him through it all.

Spencer remembers the fear of being framed and the anxieties that accompanies the unknown. He hates that you're experiencing this, and he so badly wants to take it all away. And he knows the only way he can do that is to catch whoever is doing this. Now it's his turn to return the favor, to stick with you until the end. With strong resolve, he leans forward in his seat.

"So what's our next move?" Spencer asks Hotch, ready to put in as much work is needed.

Hotch nods his head and explains to Spencer his plan. It's simple, but should be effective.

-----

Hours later, Spencer sits at his desk, trying to look like he's busy. All he can think about is how you're doing back home, he worries that you're scared and wants nothing more than to run back to you; to keep you safe and away from the man wreaking havoc.

His daydreams are cut short as the agent from the IT department walks through the doors. The agent walks into Hotch's office where Hotch asks him to see if he can find any evidence of credential fraud.

The agent sits down at your desk and Spencer can't help but notice how nervous he looks. His shoulders are tense and his eyes are darting every which way as he acquaints himself with your space. Spencer's eyes narrow in suspicion and decides to keep a close eye on the man.

Spencer finds an old report and acts busy, when in reality he's watching the man's every move with careful and clinical eyes. He notices how the agent's eyes linger on the flowers sitting on your desk, and how he keeps momentarily looking at your photos.

Alarm bells are sounding off in Spencer's mind and he has to remind himself to keep calm. He reminds himself of what's at stake and forces a nonchalant demeanor. His knuckles turn white with how tightly he's gripping the paper in his hands and he's thankful the agent isn't a profiler, otherwise it would be a dead giveaway about just how angry Spencer is.

The agent works diligently, and then Spencer sees it. The man's shoulders go rigid, he holds a breath, and his eyes grow ever so slightly larger. He swallows and looks around the office before returning his focus on the screen in front of him. Spencer pretends not to notice.

While the agent is obviously dealing with some sort of turmoil, Spencer is envisioning lunging across the table at him and demanding answers. When he realizes his train of thought, Spencer knows he hasn't had these kinds of violent thoughts since he spent time in prison.

And somehow, he's okay with it. He knows that if it led to finding answers that he would be okay doing whatever it takes. He's also quick to understand the lengths he's willing to go for you and the risks he's fully prepared to take.

Abruptly and without a word, the agent returns to Hotch's office, just out of earshot from Spencer. And within minutes the agent is hightailing it out of the office, not even sparing a passing glance.

Curiosity gets the better of him and Spencer goes to speak with Hotch almost immediately. Sitting behind his desk with a troubled look on his face, Hotch's eyes flick to Spencer as he enters the room.

"Please, close the door and have a seat. We have some things to discuss. There's been a slight change in plans." Spencer closes the door quickly before taking a seat in front of Hotch's desk.

Spencer's heart beats heavily in his chest and it's like he can feel the blood pumping through his veins. Before Hotch says a word, Spencer knows that whatever he is about to say is nothing good.

"What happened?" Spencer barely recognizes the serious tone of his voice. Hotch sighs,

"The agent told me he found evidence of AES 128 bit encryption." Hotch says and Spencer's heart sinks.

"Rijndael Algorithm. It's never been cracked before." Spencer says, his heart rate increasing as his mind processes what this means for the case.

"I'm going to put Garcia up to the challenge. But I believe you're right, whoever is doing this is very intelligent and has a lot of access to our systems. With that said, I'm going to have her placed under twenty-four hour surveillance." Hotch says matter of factly. Spencer shakes his head,

"I'll be there at night, she wouldn't want to be constantly watched like that." He tries to advocate for the least invasive surveillance possible. Deep down he knows that the twenty-four hour monitoring is safest, he also knows you're likely to protest about it.

"I believe in your abilities to keep her safe. I'll put in for twelve hour surveillance, with additional overtime as needed." Hotch nods his head and Spencer thanks him.

The only thing on his mind now is getting back to you as quickly as he possibly can.

-----

You jump as loud knocks on the front door echo through your apartment. Normally you would go and answer it without a second thought, but you catch yourself worrying about who is on the other side.

Three more knocks sound off and you approach the door cautiously.

"Hey it's just me." Spencer's voice can be heard through the door and you release the breath you had been holding.

You answer the door for him and he wastes no time coming in. He turns and locks the door as soon as he's inside and he doesn't bother taking his shoes off before he's buzzing around. He's closing the curtains and pulling the couch away from the window like a mad man with thirty seconds to complete the mission.

"Spencer what's going on?" You feel a new wave of anxiety bubble up within you. You've never seen him act like this before.

Spencer stops moving around and you see him take a deep breath. He rubs his eye with the palm of his hand, and your eyes grow wide. You've seen that mannerism before, but you haven't seen it in so long. Something bad happened while he was at work today. Something very bad.

When he opens his eyes he walks up to you, leaving only a few inches between the two of you. He places his hands on your shoulders and looks into your eyes.

You see a tenderness in them, but you also notice almost a crazed intensity, like his mind is working a hundred miles a second and he's having trouble keeping up with himself.

"I will explain everything shortly. But please let me do this first." You nod wordlessly and watch as he walks back into the living space. He tosses blankets over the curtain rods to make sure nobody can see through the windows.

He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and moves the couch even farther away from the window. And just for a split second your fear is forgotten as you admire the way his biceps flex under the material of his shirt.

There's something about his behavior that seems different, and you can't help but be attracted to it. Like a moth to a flame or a bee to clovers, your eye is drawn to every move, every flex of a muscle.

After he's satisfied with the changes, he walks over to the dining table and opens the folder. You had put away all of the photographs earlier, you couldn't stand the feeling of having them out in the open, it was like they were taunting you.

Spencer spreads the materials back out across the table and leans forward. You see his eyes dart over all of the pictures and the notes before he stands back to his full height and tugs at his tie, loosening it from his neck.

Your eyes stay glued to him as you step forward. His eyes glance from the photos to you and you can see how his face instantly softens.

"Will you tell me what happened now?" You ask and he nods, gesturing for you to join him on the couch.

You listen intently as he explains that Hotch believes you're innocent and that he had called in one of the IT workers. And a fresh wave of nausea came over you as he explained the encryption that was found. This most definitely is not just some guy, no, this is the work of someone sophisticated and organized.

"But, listen to me, I will not rest until we find him. Believe me, there is no obstacle too challenging. I promise you that I will not stop until you're safe again." Spencer says following a few moments of tense silence.

You've done so well to hold your emotions together, well, the best you could anyways. Up until this point it was only fear that you felt, but that fear has morphed into several other things much more terrifying than simple fear. You bite your bottom lip to keep it from trembling and blink rapidly to keep from crying.

Your breaths are shaky and you look down at your lap. This is no longer just affecting you, but the whole team as well. Spencer and Hotch are willing to go out on a limb to prove your innocence while the others are convinced of your guilt. You feel guilty about the anger you harbor for your teammates who don't believe you. And truthfully, you don't know how you will be able to move forward after this.

This stalker has already taken from you something near and dear to your heart; they've taken your team.

It's then, when you accept the reality of what is, that you let the first tear fall. It's full of anger and sadness and remorse, and just a little bit of love.

Spencer envelopes you in his arms and the dam breaks. He holds you close to his chest, your tears staining his shirt. But he doesn't seem to mind. No, instead he hugs you tightly and presses the most delicate of kisses to the top of your head. You grab onto the front of his shirt and let the emotions finally break free.

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Spencer cradles you in his arms and as you cry it breaks his heart just a little more with each sob. He hates seeing you in such distress. Once you finally calm down a little, you sniffle and look up at him with wide, watery eyes.

"They don't believe me." Your words shatter his heart completely.

"Don't worry about them. You're all that matters right now." He says, running a hand up and down your back to try and soothe you. 

But your words remind him that he needs to speak with the team about this situation. Even he can't believe they've apparently turned against you so easily. It makes his blood boil; the team is supposed to stick with each other, not work against one another. He does his best to suppress his own anger towards them, knowing that if he expresses his distress that it will likely only make you more upset.

Instead, he focuses on nothing except you in his arms, and his anger dissipates almost immediately. He doesn't think he'll ever admit it out loud, but he secretly loves the way you cling to him. He loves how you trust him, how you confide in him, how you've taken care of him and stuck beside him through thick and thin. He loves the way your smile brightens his day, and how even the smallest glance sends butterflies soaring through him.

He presses another kiss to the top of your head as he realizes and admits to himself for the first time that he's in love with you.

He is absolutely and undeniably in love with you. And God help whoever threatens his love.

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The List ~Pt. 11 - Compromise~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: In a tense meeting with Lucifer to discuss repayment for saving your life, his request pushes the boundaries of what you were prepared to offer. As the conversation unfolds, more unsettling truths about Alastor's soul contract are revealed. The deal leaves you struggling with the daunting terms of repayment.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery, sassiness, cursing, fluff, actual plot, slow burn, Lucifer is in Hell for a reason, eventual smut, and of course 18+

3.9k Words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.A Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 (You're on it!)

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

“I really don’t think you should be going alone. You’re still weak from -” “I’m fine.” you snap at Alastor, for the hundredth time of the morning. Slamming your book closed, you swing to the edge of the bed. Lucifer’s portal was sure to open any minute now and you still needed to put shoes on. You reach for your heels, but bending at such an angle makes you hiss from the single wound still healing on your lower stomach, “F-fuck - of all places…”

A sigh comes from behind before Alastor appears kneeling in front of you, “Allow me.” He places your foot on his thigh, gently helping set it into the heel. His fingers tease up your leg as presses his lips against your knee, “You still haven’t told me your plans for the King. Should I be worried you will not be returning?” he slides your other heel on, repeating the same erotic affections. 

Your hand combs through his hair before sliding down to hook under his chin, “You think you can be rid of me that easily?” Though playful, there is a hint of seriousness in your voice. Is he actually scared I’d stay with Lucifer after everything? He leans into you, using a hand to brace the back of your head as he lays you back onto the bed. His smile is soft, corners curved under half-lidded eyes. 

If you could freeze this moment you would. Any anxiety or worries seem to disappear when he looks at you like this - holding you like you’re his most precious piece of glass. It’s strange to think such a ruthless demon one day, could look and feel like Heaven the next. Your face flushes feeling his warmth above you, “A-Alastor?”

He flutters the tip of his nose across your cheek and down your neck until his lips press against your collar bone. He breathes you in as if it were the last time he’d take in your scent, “Please come back…” he exhales into your skin, sending a chill down your spine. Your hands cup his face to gently bring his lips back to yours, “I’ll always come back to you.” you breathe before kissing him. A tear falls down your temple from the rush of emotion his embrace gives. I never thought this feeling could be possible…especially with someone like him… Alastor reluctantly pulls away, flashing a smirk, “Maybe I should just leave a reminder for Lucifer -” he dips his head into the crook of your neck. His teeth graze your skin, “Don’t even think about it!” you giggle as you push the demon off before he can take a bite. He scoffs, grabbing at his chest in a dramatic show of being hurt, “How dare you deprive me of such fun, dear.” You playfully smack his shoulder and stand up from the bed. As expected, a round portal appears in the center of the room. Your hand finds Alastor’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” With a half-hearted smile you let go and hop through into a large living room, the portal closing quickly behind you. The second it closes a part of you feels…empty? You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to calm the feeling but it is intense enough to make you queasy. The fuck? I didn’t feel this last time I came here. “Hello? Lucifer?” you call out. The room is dimly lit by candles hanging on the walls. Only a few chairs and small tables sit around you. The air feels different than it does back at the hotel. Colder. “I’ll admit when I said come alone, I half expected him to still try and slip in with you.” a voice says calmly from behind you. Turning you see Lucifer sitting, cross-legged, in a large armchair. His usual ‘dressy’ appearance was replaced by a half-buttoned shirt, rolled sleeves, and bare hooves under his slacks. His relaxed look is surprising but also draws you in. He knew I was coming. If this is him trying to lure me, it isn’t working…okay maybe a little. 

You clear your throat, realizing how dry your mouth suddenly became, “He respects my wishes. I asked him to stay back.” He scoffs at the idea. With one foot (hoof?) he hooks and moves a chair directly in front of him. You take a seat without hesitation. The unsettling sickness burning in your stomach is starting to make you feel hot. Your eyes meet as you shift to cross your own legs, mirroring his position.

“Are you feeling alright? You look like you’re about to pass out.” 

You shake your head, “I - I don’t know. The moment I got here…well honestly it’s probably just nerves. Things got pretty intense yesterday.” He hums through a smirk, “Yeah I suppose it did. Though I would guess by how he acted, you and him have made a very close connection. One that will not traverse the distance of where this palace sits. Your body is probably feeling the effects of being removed from his presence and power.” That’s why he wanted to see me alone - on his own terms. 

You shake out your hands and try to steady your breathing. This plan has to go without issue. Being overly anxious will only hinder that. “You wanted to speak on how I can repay you for helping me. What did you have in mind?” you clasp your hands together over your crossed knees, leaning towards him to appear confident and open. “Well what I want and what you’re willing to give are two vastly different things. I told you already, your power is something unusual for Hell. Comparable to a Heavenborn Angel. And with him it shines even brighter. But I can’t allow such power to grow and threaten the hierarchy of my domain, as I’m sure you can understand.” he leans forward, challenging your space. “I told you, I’m not interest-” “But he is.“ he sneers, “From where I sit, you have two options. The first is you stand by me. You’ll live here and break your connection with him. You were a leader on Earth - and a damned good one from what I saw. Hell would benefit greatly from having you as my right hand.” You feel your throat tighten and your back straightens, “How - How do you know about my life on Earth?”

A dark chuckle leaves his throat matching the grin plastered across his face, “I have my ways. Shame how it all ended for you. Of course, being a lone survivor, it might have driven you mad knowing you lost everyone who ever meant anything to you. Knowing you couldn’t save any of them.” “Stop.” you whisper through your teeth. 

His smile widens, “Do you still mourn for them? Or do you envy them? They obviously were taken in with open arms to Heaven yet here you are, suffering in the pits of Hell.” 

You bolt up from your chair, “Fuck! Enough! What are you trying to get at!?” Your teary eyes glare down at his smug expression. He wanted to get a rise out of you and knew exactly which buttons to press. 

“You have a chance to save souls here. To help Charlie. To keep the most vile of demons from harming - ” You slam your hands against the arms of his chair, caging his body under yours, “Cut the ‘all mighty’ shit. You don’t actually care about those sinners and their souls. You only care to protect Charlie and your precious rule. So option one isn’t an option. Next.” your voice cuts sharply through the room, echoing off the walls.

His eyes wander your face. You start to feel the heat of frustration burning under your cheeks and neck. The once smug smile on Lucifer’s face drops to a dark glare, “You plan on helping release him from his contract, don’t you?” Is that rage I hear boiling? If he’s already pissed I’m not going to hold back.

“Does the idea of his freedom scare you, your Highness? Do you fear his full power and what I can help him achieve?” you hiss, moving close enough to see his hair flutter under your breath. He should be irate by now. His ego has taken enough hits to push him over the edge from such disrespectful behavior of a sinner. So why is he looking at me with admiration?

His fingers trace up your jaw and hook behind your neck. Your heart jumps into your throat at his sudden warmth. Keeping his hold, he slowly stands from his chair. Though infamously teased to be a ‘short king’ by those around the hotel, he still held a few inches over you, and right now you felt like a mere ant under his gaze. “Fiery, strong, dauntless. It appears he has a type, as do I. It’s just unfortunate he’s now fooled a woman of such power for a second time.” he whispers. The heart which pounded in your throat plummets into your stomach. He hums disapprovingly, “He still hasn’t told you everything, has he?” You shake your head, unease creeping up your spine. 

He tightens his fingers around you, silently commanding your attention to remain on him. His other hand moves to rest in the same place on the opposite side. “He fooled her a long time ago. She watched his sudden rise over the sinners in the city. He smoothly talked his way into making her believe he had the same aspirations, that he’d help her in the rise of Hell. She knew with the boost of her power, he could overthrow me and encouraged it, thinking I had lost my ability to be the ruthless leader she wanted me to be.” Your legs grow weak. You feel yourself stumble back into your chair. He follows you closely, kneeling to not break his hold or the locked in stare he has on you. “She learned he wanted Hell all to himself. He lied and played her like a pawn in his sick game. She used her influence over the most powerful of demons to corner him, nearly tearing his soul apart and making him beg for his life. He agreed to a soul contract to save himself and his power.”

An involuntary deep breath makes your chest heave. Your mind races, unsure how much you should believe. Is he so prideful he would fabricate such a story to persuade you to his side? There’s bound to be some truth but how much? He notices your reeling behind clouded eyes, “When they both disappeared I just assumed they ran off together to plan their overtaking of Hell but, when he returned without her…I didn’t know what to think. At least until he showed up on Charlie’s doorstep offering his help. That’s when I knew she sent him, like a dog, to keep an eye on things. But now he has you. His second chance to finish what he started.”

You shake your head and try to speak but your voice comes out as a mere squeak, “He’s changed. He cares about Char-” “He only cares about himself.” he whispers with confidence, “Once he’s free he will waste no time in getting rid of Charlie…and enslaving you to maintain power.” His words make tears build behind your eyes. You fight to keep them there, wanting to still go through with your initial plan. You can’t lose composure now. Your shoulders pull back and you stiffen your neck in an attempt to hide the walls shattering in your head, “Then what is my second option?” Lucifer retracts his hands from your face and rests them on your knees. His beautiful angelic features harden. You watch the corner of his mouth twitch as if trying to hold back a smile and his eyes begin to take on a red hue. There’s the Devil I’ve been looking for. “I cannot touch him right now due to the terms of his contract with Lilith. And God forbid I harm Charlie’s precious hotelier. It would be quite the controversy for me, the King, to put such blood on my hands. But you…” he finally allows his toothy smile to widen, “...you can take care of him with ease. He trusts you, allows you closer than anyone. And no one would question an Overlord taking out competition.” 

“W-What do you mean? You want me to do your dirty work?” you play dumb, knowing damn well what he was asking. It is exactly what you expected from him. He rubs circles on the inside of your knees, attempting to be soothing but his touch only makes your skin burn under the fabric of your pants. “You’re indebted to me. And if you will not join me, I believe a deal for mine and Charlie’s safety is only fair. You keep that demon of yours under control…or you will end him. Simple as that.” You keep your eyes down mulling over his offer. Your fingers find his hand and trace the lines in his palm, “And if I do neither?” you say plainly and snap back to his face, relishing in the devious flash in his eyes. 

“You know what happens if you go against such a deal. In the end, he is either kept under control or dies…otherwise your soul will be shredded in his place. He is strong, but without extra help, his power is limited. Lilith will not help him. And if your soul is destroyed, well…he can’t use you any further, either.”

Okay slightly different deal than initially planned. “And if I refuse this deal all together?” He moves closer to you, forcing himself between your legs. You feel his lips glide over your neck and to your ear, “If you wish to return to your precious demon and hotel, you will make this deal. I will keep you here for as long as it takes to - “ his hands move up your thighs and dig into your hips, “ - persuade you. Your choice.” Shit shit shit shit, I didn’t plan on being backed into a corner.

“No -” You stand abruptly, nearly knocking the King over. He recovers and stands over you annoyed by the brash response. “No?” he mocks before slowly wrapping his hand around your throat. There isn’t pressure but he uses his hold to push you back, staring like a lion about to pounce. You follow his guidance until backing into a wall. A whimper leaves you from the sudden thud. “Then you will remain here, like a pet. I still get what I want - you’re somewhere he can never find you. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn to love me as much as you claim to love him.” his grip tightens as he leans his body into you. He presses his lips forcefully against your head then hovers them above yours, “What is your choice dear?” he breathes. You shove him away, “Fine. I will make sure he doesn’t become a threat to you or Charlie.” you hold your hand out to seal the deal. He hesitates but takes a step towards you, “And you will ensure he doesn’t become too powerful - or you will kill him. And if you fail…well…it would be a shame for such a beautiful soul like yours to be sacrificed for someone so vile.” He takes your hand as his horns burst through his skull and fire starts to surround him. Fuck this is bad. “D-deal.”

A bright red light flashes from your entwined hands and radiates throughout the room. Large red chains burst from the floor to wrap around your wrists. Another tightly winds around your neck, the immense weight makes you stumble in place. The entire room seems to shake and crack with rays of pink and red from the sheer power between you. I should have guessed a deal with the Devil would be stronger than anything.

After a moment, the chains dissipate into thin air and the room gradually dims. You drop Lucifer’s hand, “I want to leave. Now.” you command loudly, holding back tears once again. He puffs out his chest and bows dramatically, “As you wish, my dear.” A portal opens to your right but before you can step through a hand catches your arm, his voice returning to its honey smooth tone “Please - at least think on my first offer. This doesn’t have to end in death. If you choose to stand by me, I will break the contract.” He yanks your body back into his. You look up to see his eyes back to their dull yellow, wide and pleading, and - are those tears? “Don’t make the same mistakes she did.” his voice breaks before placing a kiss on your cheek and pushing you backwards through the portal. 

The moment you feel your back hit the wooden floor of your room the portal closes. You lay completely still for a moment, ensuring no one was around, before covering your face to release the built up sobs you’ve kept in your throat. No, this is okay. This will work. I have to have trust in him. I have to maintain trust in us. Rule #4 T̴̡͗ǘ̴͚ṟ̵͒n̸̛̤ ̵̫̿y̷̢̍ỏ̷̭ȕ̷͕r̶̥̾ ̶̫̃w̴̗͊e̴̊ͅa̵̘͠ḱ̴̢n̸͕̒e̷̯̒s̴̠̏s̷͖̿ ̵͍̏ī̴͇n̴̊ͅṭ̸̔ö̴̼́ ̸̥̏s̵͓͛ẗ̴̖́ṛ̵͘e̷̗͑n̸̯̿g̷̣̑t̴̪̀ḩ̶̈́ Tears flood your face through muffled wails. For once you’re grateful Alastor isn’t in the room - isn’t there to bear witness to your pathetic display.

You knew someone owned Alastor’s soul. You knew Lucifer would ask you to kill Alastor, or at least keep him from becoming too powerful. You knew he would fight to force the deal.  So why do you now feel like you’ve made the biggest mistake? Going in you had the idea Alastor would do anything for you. He promised to give you his soul in return for breaking his chains. But if he had the gall to do this to Lilith…who is to say he isn’t trying to fool me as well? All for the sake of getting what he wants. Did he make her fall in love with him too? Did he say the same things -

“What happened!?” a distressed voice pulls you back to the room. Between crying and being lost in thought you didn’t hear the Radio Demon make his way into the room. You don’t move at his question. He looks down to you and offers a hand which you ignore. “Is this any different than before?” the words squeak out through your silent cries. Any filter you have had in the past is gone. You want answers and right now, you didn’t care how insane you sounded. Alastor cocks an eyebrow, hand still reaching for you, “W-What are you talking about dear? Why are you on the floor? Did he hurt - “ “Lilith…did you tell her the same things you’ve told me…did you pretend to love her just to use her?” Your voice is hoarse and airy. Through your tears you see him open his mouth but no words come out. You wipe your face once more and sit up to bring your knees to your chest. “He told me everything, Alastor. Or at least what he thought would turn me against you. And I won’t lie, he was pretty convincing.” He takes a long, shaky breath as his cane and jacket are tossed to the bed. You feel him kneel next to you, his large hand stroking your hair, “You know I cannot tell you the terms of my contract. I have told you before, I’ve never been what most consider a ‘good man’. I’ve enacted heinous things for the sake of entertainment and committed even worse atrocities to get what I wanted. Both in this life and the last. She was no exception.” His voice is eerily calm, not a hint of emotion in his words. 

The tears you thought would never stop suddenly go dry. Any sign of emotion leaves your face. You slide your knees under you and turn to look at him face to face. He physically recoils seeing the instant switch of your demeanor. The Radio Demon always made it a point to appear fearless and would never let anyone think otherwise. But right now he looks at you, wide eyed, as if you have the power to shatter him completely. Good, he needs to know how serious this is…Rule #2: D̴̩̈́ǫ̶͂n̷̞̈́’̴̈ͅt̵̋͜ ̵̳͆b̴̹̕e̷̤͝ ̶̥̑a̷̯̅f̷̫͊r̴̖̾a̶̳͒i̷̫͗d̶̛̥ ̴̢̂ṱ̷͊o̵̦̔ ̷̘̒s̷͖̕h̶̭̎ó̶͉w̵̨̌ ̵̘̄y̶̑͜o̸̭̓ụ̸͠r̴̟͗ ̷͖̊p̷̩̄o̴̯͒w̶̭̿e̸͉̽r̵͍̓

“You lied and used her for your own gain. In doing so you paid the price with your soul. Do the same to me, and you will lose more than that.” Your eyes darken to him with your sharp words. Could I really kill him? If he hurt Charlie? If he hurt me? Rule #3:K̷̩͝e̸͎̎ḙ̸̚p̷̯̋ ̷̻͗t̸̪̑h̵̞̎o̸̖͝s̵̭͗e̵͔͋ ̸͜͝ÿ̸̥ŏ̵͉ű̴̢ ̶̭̀l̸̞̾ŏ̷̲ṽ̵͉e̷̯͝ ̷͈͝c̶͔̑l̵̛͚o̸͕͆s̸̩̐ẻ̵̼  “I might have chosen to trust you but I did not choose to love you. That was out of my control. The only thing I can control is our future here. We either play by his rules or one of us will burn.” There is only one true option on who that will be. I just hope I don’t have to make that decision. He stares at you, speechless. Seeing such a cold side to someone who never emitted anything but warmth was jarring. It finally clicks what this is all about. You watch the fear creep across his face, “You made a soul deal with him?” he asks barely audible through his quickening breath.

“He wouldn’t have let me come back if I hadn’t. I made a promise to you, didn’t -” His arms fling around you before you can finish, nearly knocking all the air out of your lungs. He clings desperately to you and buries his face into your neck, “I won’t let him take you from me. I don’t care about the conditions. I will find a way to free you of him.” he mumbles into your skin. You press a kiss to his temple, “I fear there isn’t a way out of this one dear. Not without consequence.” 

“But I made a deal with -”

He is interrupted by a loud knock at the door. Angel pops his head in apprehensively, “Hey uh - Charlie has something she wants to show everyone. It’s about the Exorcists. S’pretty important.” 

You call back to him, “Thank you, we will be right down.” Your attention turns back to Alastor who now stands over you, jacket back on and cane in hand, “This situation will unfortunately have to be put aside. Right now we need to focus on how to handle the upcoming fight with Heaven. And you have much to catch up on.” He helps pull you back to your feet and offers his arm, “Shall we?”

You roll your eyes but take his arm to head downstairs. Though the deal weighs heavily on your shoulders, he is right. With only a few weeks before Extermination Day, you’re going to need all your wit and strength to prepare for the battle to come. For now, you can only hold onto hope that he won’t force your hand in following through with your deal.

Rule #1: B̶̤̉é̸̢ ̶̟̋ó̵͉p̸̩͌ḛ̶̿n̶̛͖ ̸̛͈ẗ̴͇́ŏ̶̗ ̷͍̕t̷̺̓ŕ̸͖u̸͚̽s̵̢̕t̴͕̆,̴̛̙ ̴͍̌b̴̖̈́ủ̷͉t̸͍͒ ̷̫̅n̴̚ͅẻ̴͖v̷̮̅ě̵̫r̵̫̓ ̴̲̐d̶͚͐o̵̭̒ ̴̲͌s̵̒ͅo̶̜͗ ̶͕͒b̵͔̈l̶̦͒ĩ̸̻ṋ̵͗d̶͖͝ļ̴̔y̶͖͂

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ok what if the dudes trip, fall, but instead of straight eating shit on the floor they land on their crush on the way down and flatten her? how bad is it?

Definitely varying levels of bad, this is how I think they would all react to falling on top of their crush!

Takemichi- Is completely confused as to what happened for a sec but when he opens his eyes and realises he's on top of you he immediately panics. Scrambles to get off of you while loudly shouting "sorry!", runs away as soon as he gets up, still shouting "sorry!" as he goes.

Mikey- Pouts, assuming someone wanted to take his taiyaki from him. But as soon as he realises it's you he softens up a bit. Ends up just laying on top of you and starting a conversation, not realising that it's pretty inappropriate.

Draken- His eyes widen as he looks you up and down, checking to see if you're ok. Apologises and helps you up, once again checking to see if you're ok.

Baji- "eh?" He's mentally a mess but seems pretty calm on the outside. Gets up and grabs your hand, pulling you up. Asks if you're ok before walking away, his heart is pounding on the inside though.

Chifuyu- Goes bright red, he's so embarrassed and flustered but also panicking because what if you hate him now!???? Apologises a lot (seriously he won't stop bowing). 

Mitsuya- "Are you ok?" Smiles awkwardly at you before apologising and offering his hand for you to take. Insists on walking you home after as a way of making it up to you. 

Hakkai- Opens his eyes and finds himself on top of you. He straight up passes out, his brain cannot deal with this situation.

Pah- Goes red and panics, assumes you might be hurt and blurts out a quick sorry before asking. He just feels very guilty about this, you're the last person he wanted to maybe hurt.

Peh- Freezes for a second, he isn't entirely sure what he's supposed to do in this situation. Goes like "You're ok right!?" before practically sprinting off.

Smiley- Laughs nervously and tries to make a joke to break the ice. It comes across as more nervous the confident though. 

Angry- He is so concerned about you, focused 100% on you the second it happens. Insists on dragging you to his house so he can check you over properly to make sure you're ok. 

Mucho- Raises an eyebrow at the situation then sighs. He picks up up very easily then walks off as if nothing happens.

Sanzu- Blinks in surprise, but sees this as lucky rather then something bad. Takes his time in getting up because he likes feeling close to you. Grabs your hand to help you up too, seeing it as an excuse to hold your hand.

Kisaki- Curses but tries to spin the situation round in his favour. Smiles sweetly at you and apologises. 

Hanma- "oh? If you wanted me on top of you, you could've just asked." Of course he immediately teases you and plays the situation lightly.

Kazutora- Stares at you and gulps for a second, he quickly realises that he may have just hurt you and checks you over quickly. Mumbles that he's sorry and hopes you'll still like him after this.

Inui- "hey get up" he doesn't mean to come across as so blunt but he's worried and wants to make sure you actually can get up. Frowns at you and mumbles a quick apology. 

Koko- His cheeks go bright red since he's so close to you. Vaguely wants to just stay there but knows he can't, get's up quickly and helps you up. Then cancels everything else he has going on that day since he insists on taking you to the hospital instead. 

Taiju- Blames you for it???? He's actually just internally panicking a bit but it doesn't come out that way. "Tch watch where you're going" 

Izana- Frowns before smiling at you, he really does feel lucky to get to be in this situation with you. Likes the way you feel under him but quickly gets up. He then insists you now owe him because of that fall (he fell on you???). Holds your hand and drags you away, insisting you spend the day with him now. 

Kakucho- Panics! He worries that he just accidentally killed you, so looks over you with a worried expression. Picks you up and apologises. He actually finds you the next day and brings you some goodies from a local cafe as a way of apologising further. 

Ran- Plays it smoothly again, mixing the line up saying the two of you fell for each other. Insists on getting your number after.

Rindou- Blushes as he finds himself face to face with you, gives you a shakey "hey" before mentally cursing. Then helps you up before giving you one last kind of nervous grin and walking off 

Shion- Just starts introducing himself while the two of you are still on the floor. He's panicking a little but also wants you to know who he is. 

Mochi- Easily picks you up and brushes you off. Asks if you want him to carry you to a hospital. Nods after you say no and gives you a quick "sorry" before leaving.

South- Eyes slightly widen as he realises it's you. He then picks you up and practically carries you back to his house, insisting that he'll "look after you" since he caused this. You don't really seem to get a choice. 

Wakasa- Looks at you curiously, trying to figure out if you're hurt and how you're going to react to this. Helps you up then gives you a lazy smile, giving you his name. This isn't how he wanted to introduce himself but might as well do it now. 

Benkei- Asks if you're ok and happily smiles after you say you are. Then compliments you, calling you strong for easily taking a fall like that. He likes you even more now. 

Shinichiro- Gulps as he looks at you, you look even prettier now that the two of you are this close. Gently brushes your hair out of your face and asks if you're ok. He isn't even trying to flirt right now, he's just concerned about you. Takes you back to his bike shop to check you over just in case.

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