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mountttmase · 28 days

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Sweetheart

Note - so I wrote this in the way home from work after all the softness on the dash for masey 🥺 it’s super self indulgent and rushed and probably rubbish but I hope you guys like it 🩷

@yoursselo @tsimvkas @ithinkimokeei @saltyheartnightmare @harvestmount 🩷🩷🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 1.2k

Warnings - fluff

Leaving the office late used to be a rare occurrence, now it was the norm.

With the days getting longer and lighter you didn’t mind so much but when it was raining like it was right now you knew the trains would be packed and you wouldn’t be there early enough to get a seat. The weather had fooled you that morning and you were dressed in your favourite blazer but it offered you little protection from the rain so you were forced to stand the whole way home, crushed against someone else with your head under their arm while you dripped all over the floor

You made it home in one piece though. Letting yourself in and shunning yourself of your soggy clothes by the door as you didn’t want to walk through in the wet ones and luckily enough for you, Mason had thrown a hoodie of his over the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. His smell consuming you as you pulled it over your head to cover your body that was only clad in your underwear now and a sense of warmth hit you immediately.

You knew you wanted to see him right away, listening out for where he might be but the sound of the tv coming from the lounge made you head that way and your suspicions were confirmed when you found him sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket watching tv.

You knew you were lucky to have Mason, he was more than you could ever dream of, but getting to watch him like this when he was unaware made your heart thump and you felt overwhelmed with how much love you had for him.

You’d mentioned a few weeks ago about how you loved the hair style he had a year ago and now it was cut into the same one. A fluffy brunette mess sitting on top of his head that was still unstyled from his shower at training and all you could think about was running your fingers through it.

You couldn’t help but find everything he did adorable, the way his big brown eyes followed what was happening on the screen, the way he bit his lips absentmindedly and scrunched his nose as he focused on what was going on and you could have stood there for the rest of the night and just watching him in the dim lamplight.

He caught onto you being there soon enough though, his eyes snapping over to where you were standing as you moved a little further into the room and the way you both laughed as he held his hand out for you made your heart leap.

‘Hey sweetheart, when did you get in?’

‘Just now’ you smiled. Getting a better view of him in his favourite comfy clothes under his blanket and the sight made you smile even wider.

‘Oh yeah? I do hope you didn’t go to work dressed like that’ he laughed as he helped you into his lap. Wrapping the blanket around the both of you so your naked legs that were across his thighs were covered and you chuckled at his childishness.

‘Don’t worry, gorgeous. These legs are for your eyes only’ you teased, shivering as he placed a sweet kiss to your temple.

‘Good’ he winked. Squeezing your thigh as you cuddled into each other and you felt yourself relax instantly. ‘How was your day, love?’

The pair of you sat chatting for a little while. Filling him in on the carnage that your least favourite coworker had thrust upon your team that day and in turn he told you all about training. Laughing as he told you stories of how the team were still banging on at him about his goal and the joy on his face was infectious.

You’d missed this. Missed him being on a high from having a good game and scoring an amazing goal. Missed his animated features and as the pair of you both finally had something to say to each other. Knowing that Mason loved contributing something positive about his day which he hadn’t been able to do so much lately and you hadn’t realised you were staring at him until he stopped talking halfway through a sentence.

‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Because’ you smiled, your hands coming up to cup his jaw before you playfully pinched his cheeks. ‘You’re so adorable, Masey’

‘Stop it’ he giggled, trying to shake his head away from you so you couldn’t carry on but you weren’t done with him yet. Placing your hands gently on the side of his face so you could make him look at you and it’s like you were falling for him all over again.

He looked so happy. Big brown eyes that made you feel like sunshine, a soft smile on his pretty lips as he looked up at you adoringly but it was the adorable blush over his cheeks and bridge of his nose that made your heart skip a beat. No matter how much Mason told you he didn’t like you making a fuss of him in that way you knew he secretly loved it. He was the king of physical touch, but he also loved to hear how much you loved him and clearly the mix of both right now was too much for him.

‘What’s gotten into you tonight? You’ve gone all soft'

‘I just love you. And I love coming home to you’ you whispered. Your eyes flickering over his features and you melted at the way he rested his cheek into your palm. ‘Moments like this, it makes it all worth it, right?’

‘I love you too’ he whispered, shutting his eyes momentarily before he was looking back up at you. ‘You’re always worth it, my love’ and when his eyes dropped to your lips you knew what he wanted.

It was one of the softest kisses you’d ever shared. No intent of taking things any further, just content with wanting to show each other how much you loved the other as you loving brushed your lips against his and when you lightly scratched over his stubble he giggled adorably onto your lips. In turn tickling your naked waist under his hoodie until you squirmed in delight and your giggles mixed together.

‘Have you eaten, sweetheart? It's getting late and I don’t want you going to bed hungry’ he told you and you felt yourself melt again.

‘Will you make me your special pasta?’ You asked shyly, knowing how happy it made him whenever you asked and it was worth it for the bright smile that adorned his lips.

‘Till the day I die, I’ll always make you my special pasta’ he professed, the pair of you laughing as he scooped you up under your legs and carried you off into the kitchen.

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anim3-wh0re-lance · 10 months

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The obey me brothers+ diavolo at a water park with you

(This is my first time writing in a while and ive only got to lesson 12 then lost all my progress but i still know most of the game im sorry abt how short the headcannons are feel free to reblog🩵)

Game:Obey me (One master)

Request: no

Can be platonic or romantic but it's more on the romantic side

Obey me xgn!reader

*lots of bad grammar*

Lucifer🖤

He'd be wearing a full body suit and let just say if you try to pull it off he'll give a warning and then he'll push you away if you try again

He would probably be in the lazy river in one of those double tubes most of the time he might go on the slides

PLEASE JUST PLEASE DONT PUSH HIM IN *your legs will hurt from being hung upside down*

Stops every single splash fight

Mammon💛

He'd push you in right away and then jump on top of you

He won't let you put sunscreen on him and he will get burnt and complain as soon as your home and while your there

You guys will have a splash fight but lucifer stops you(((T_T))

Push him in and then play with him = love you even more

Leviathan 🧡

Honestly regrets coming and is super embarrassed when you complement him in his swimsuit

Gets super jealous of you and mammon and takes you away to go down the slides

Tries to impress you with how long he can stay under water

Screams so loud on the slides like a little girl

Satan💚

Honestly just stays in the lazy river and casted a spell so a book wouldn't get wet and soggy and just sits in a double tube so he can relax

Still don't splash him he just wants to relax T-T

He will go down slides and just be helping you if your scared

One of the easiest to deal with

Asmodeus 🩷

He wants to be with you 24/7

Is telling you how hot you are like

"Damnn mc who gave you permission" mc looks at him confused "permissionfor what??" Asmodeus looks at them "permission to look so HOT"

Defo screams on the slides he goes on the kids play area to get splashed and trys to get you to do it also

Beelzebub ❤️

Drops his food when he sees you like he's in love tbh

He like to pick you up and jump in the water getting everyone near wet tbh

He's so sweet in the lazy river like he has one tube he's sitting on and he has you on top of him in his lap

He tried to drink the pool water

He eats the entire restaurant there and if there's Konami ice that all had some and liked it

On the slides he carrys you up the stairs

Belphie💜

My sweet baby sits in the lazy river the entire time and loves it

He won't go on the slides bc he is to tired to walk up the stairs

If you just push him around in the lazy river he might fall for you more

He'll go down the slides if you Carry him up there and slide with him down

Diavolo❤️🖤

He probably rented the entire park, tbh just for the 9 of you can relax 😌 lucifer tried to tell him no-

He has the biggest splash fight with you and lucifer is trying to stop and say that you should stop but he didn't want to

Just like beel he'll sit and go down the lazy river with you

He'll go down the slides he'll carry you up the stairs too

He likes to jump in to water and try to land in the middle of the tube

#diavolo x male reader #obey me #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphie x reader

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tj-dragonblade · 2 months

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[FLUFFBRUARY FIC] A Sweet Romance Beginning In a Queue

Rated: T Word Count: 4551 Tags: Fluffbruary, Fluffbruary 2024, fluff, human AU, rain, writer!Dream, professor!Hob, song-based meet-cute, clumsy metaphors

Notes: This is springboarding entirely from Bus Stop by The Hollies; shoutout to @valeriianz for suggesting this song would make a great Dreamling fic many many months ago. I thought Fluffbruary Day 3 would be a good opportunity to bang it out real quick but uh. It didn't want to flow, so I've just been rolling additional days into it all month. Also went a wee bit off-script from the song but. I'm pleased enough with what it's turned out to be. Prompts listed at the end.

Summary: Bus stop, wet day, he's there, I say, 'Please share my umbrella'

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It's the first day of the new term and the sky is overcast, threatening rain as Hob steps off the bus at his connecting stop. He's got his umbrella and his overcoat and his bag is water-resistant; his stop on the other end is very near the college and he's feeling well-prepared should the weather follow through on its threat.

Which of course it does, not half a minute later, and Hob deploys his umbrella with a sigh. There are a handful of other people waiting at the stop who do the same.

And one who does not.

He's pale and pretty, and tall, and dark—dark trousers, dark peacoat, dark hair, which is well on its way to getting thoroughly soaked as the skies open up in earnest. He appears to be lacking an umbrella entirely. Hob, who these days makes conscious effort to be a Good Samaritan whenever he can, and who also maybe thinks that attractively-pale men dressed in black who forget their umbrellas are worth at least a 'hello', moves quickly.

"Share my umbrella? Please." He's holding it over the guy as he speaks, but they'll have to squish up a bit to get maximum benefit for either of them.

"…Thank you," the guy says, shuffling closer; their shoulders touch. He is stiff, awkward, and yeah okay Hob can understand; courtesy in rainy weather or not, they're still complete strangers.

"Hell of a day to forget your umbrella, yeah?" Hob rolls his shoulders and shifts, putting himself more or less back-to-back with the guy so they fit better.

"Quite," comes the answer. His voice is low and rumbly, pleasantly dark without being bass-deep; it's oddly appealing.

Hob shrugs. "We've all been there. And hey, I'm glad to share."

"Again. Thank you." There's a touch more warmth this time, and Hob smiles to himself.

They pass a moment in silence, save for the drumming of rain against the umbrella and the splashing of cars in the street, and then the bus is pulling up to the stop. The guy steps toward it, first in line, and Hob follows with the umbrella, then lets the other three people board ahead of him.

Which means, once he's boarded and tapped in, the only open seat is serendipitously next to his slightly-soggy goth stranger. Who makes eye contact and holds it as Hob approaches, scoots just that little bit closer to the window to make clear he doesn't mind Hob taking the seat beside him, and Hob is quietly thrilled at the subtle welcome.

"Are you a conversationalist, or a ride-in-silence enthusiast?" he asks, as the bus lurches into motion.

"Ordinarily, the latter," the guy admits, glancing briefly at Hob. "But, as I stormed out with neither book nor earbuds, and I find myself with a chivalrous seat partner, perhaps I could be persuaded to the former just this once."

"Very kind, thank you," Hob says, with a smile. "'Stormed out' doesn't sound promising; feel like unburdening to a friendly ear? I'd be happy to listen, if so. Or find something else entirely to talk about if not."

His stranger turns to the window, watching the rivulets of rain trailing over the glass; there is a brief lull before he speaks. "I find myself creatively blocked, and my sister's attempts to be helpful. Were not." He sighs. "I left the house to clear my head, before saying anything truly unkind."

"Smart," Hob agrees. He could listen to this guy talk all day, his rumbly words and his dark-velvety voice.

"'Smart' would have been making certain to grab more than just my phone and wallet." There's a pretty little scowl accompanying the words, that rosy mouth plumped out in the faintest pout visible in his reflection in the window, and Hob is smitten.

"That may be, but then I'd hardly have had reason to say hello, and we'd both be sitting here reading our books politely ignoring one another. Silver lining?"

"Perhaps," the guy says, but it sounds agreeable enough. Hob likes to think he's a decent judge of unspoken communication and that he could tell if he was being a bother. Currently his stranger is glancing over Hob's bag and his attire with a curious and observant eye, posture reserved but not closed off, and Hob figures he's doing alright.

"Where are you headed, then—work?" the guy asks.

"Yeah, I teach at the college, medieval history, now and then a class in medieval lit too."

The guy's attention goes from merely polite to genuinely interested. "Oh?"

"Yep!" Hob's heart rate bumps up a notch at the light in those (gorgeous) blue eyes; the sudden intensity of this stranger's focus is heady.

He's turned in his seat, angled to somewhat face Hob, gaze bright, expression open. "I imagine that is a difficult sell to many students."

"Oh my friend, you have no idea!" Delighted with his good fortune, Hob launches into tales of his most recalcitrant classes and the victories he's won in inciting and maintaining student interest. He's good at talking, and enjoys doing it, and this pretty stranger is paying genuine attention to him, and so Hob prattles on enthusiastically as the bus trundles steadily through the rain.

~ "This is me," Hob says, as the bus pulls up to the college stop. "It was delightful chatting with you, and I hope your day improves from here!"

"It already has, thank you."

The tiny smile that the stranger offers in parting buoys Hob's spirits all the way to his office.

~ Tuesday is miserably wet again and Hob checks for his stranger at the bus stop, hopeful (yes alright, perhaps he's got a bit of a crush), but there's no sign of him. It's earlier than it was yesterday though, on account of his 8 a.m. lecture this morning, so there's no reason to think he'd be there again. Plus he'd talked about 'storming out' and 'clearing his head'; it wasn't like this stop was a daily transfer point the way it was for Hob.

Chances were good they'd never cross paths again.

~ Wednesday it's less a downpour and more a light shower, but it's still enough that an umbrella is practical.

And Hob is absolutely delighted as he steps off his first bus to see that Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Emo is there again, and again without an umbrella, hunched ineffectually into the collar of his coat and resembling nothing so much as a disgruntled wet cat. He perks up distinctly as Hob approaches with his umbrella angled forward in offering.

"You gallantly come to my rescue yet again." He tilts his head and glances up through lush black lashes, just this side of coy. "I thank you, sincerely, Mr…?"

"Hob, I'm Hob. Just Hob. You can call me Hob." Not his most suave, certainly, but this blatantly-flirtatious greeting atop his own delight has somewhat stolen his functioning brain cells.

"Hob," the guy repeats, unhurried, like he's savoring the taste of the name in his mouth, and smiles just a little bit. "You may call me Dream."

"Pleased to run into you again, Dream." Hob dimples brightly, delighted with the turn his day has taken, delighted that they've made proper introductions. "How was the head-clearing, the other day?"

"Effective." The guy—Dream—crowds close under the umbrella (Hob's largest, which he had pulled out yesterday just in case) and smooths the clinging water from his hair with one hand. His (damp) shoulder is firmly pressed against Hob's and his profile is absolutely beautiful, this close. Hob tries not to stare.

"Got your creativity flowing again, did it?"

"I managed to finish a very troublesome chapter Monday evening, yes."

Hob perks up at this new tidbit of information. "You're a writer, then?"

He gives a short nod, staring out into the rain, then glances sideways at Hob. "I have you to thank for my progress, also."

"Me?"

"The stories you shared…you inspired a direction for the scene that was plaguing me. I came out yesterday, with intent to thank you, but you were not here…?"

His voice lilts up just a touch on the end of his sentence, curiosity expressed without actually voicing the question, and Hob just smiles. "Yeah, Tuesday's my early-morning class. Sorry I missed you."

"No matter. I have now left the house three days in a row and my sister is distressingly pleased about it. She says it is good for my mental health."

"And what do you think?"

He sighs, heavily. "She is not incorrect." He glances sideways at Hob again, eyes narrowed prettily. "But I am not going to admit it to her."

Hob laughs; he can't help it. "You are so completely valid for that," he says, and when Dream smiles in return his spirits soar.

~ "Remembered your umbrella this time, I see!" Hob ignores the little pang of disappointment; just because he doesn't need to share his umbrella with Dream this time doesn't mean they can't still have a conversation.

"My sister reminded me, yes," Dream answers, and then to Hob's great surprise he lowers and closes the umbrella. "But I would prefer to share yours, if you're amenable." His eyes flick up, just a hint of hopeful uncertainty showing there.

"Of course." Hob moves close, brings his umbrella over Dream's head, heart thudding in his chest with delight. He hopes the great spreading grin on his face doesn't put Dream off; he can't quite get it under control.

If Dream notices, he gives no indication. "This routine is working well for me," he says, and it takes Hob a second to cotton on to what he means.

"What, catching the bus in the rain every morning?"

"Yes," Dream says serenely. "The company is. Refreshing." The corners of his mouth tilt up the smallest bit.

"Nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," Hob says, making a valiant effort to sound normal while something warm blooms in the vicinity of his heart. He shifts the umbrella, making sure they're both still sheltered.

"Writing flows more easily when I return home after our morning conversations," Dream says, as if this is something they've been doing for weeks instead of just days. "I shall have to credit you in my author's notes."

Hob laughs, absolutely delighted. "That is extremely flattering, my friend, but wholly unnecessary. But if I'm at all helpful? I'm glad."

One day maybe he'll ask if he can see Dream's writing, when they've been acquainted for more than a week; one day further, perhaps, he'll ask him on a date. It certainly seems he'd be amenable, but Hob knows himself and his tendency to rush in full-tilt and tells himself there's no harm in just. Seeing what happens, for a little while.

~ "Share my umbrella?"

Dream looks askance at him, hair fluttering prettily across his forehead in the breeze. "It is not raining, Hob."

"Well no, but. Bit windy, isn't it? Wouldn't want you to suffer any windburn. Umbrella makes a decent wind-break." He has oh-so-smoothly said 'wind' three times in ten seconds, and it is the flimsiest of excuses to begin with, but Dream only smiles as if he's said something profoundly wise.

"Indeed. Truly, I am fortunate to receive your continued chivalry." He crowds in close to Hob, who angles the umbrella behind them to keep the wind off, and smiles.

~ The other patrons at the bus stop are giving Hob weird looks as he opens his umbrella, but there's only one person here whose opinion matters.

Dream tilts one eyebrow up, amused. "The sun is shining today, Hob Gadling. Yet still you offer your umbrella?"

"It's tradition, at this point. And besides—got a very fair complexion, haven't you? Bit of shade will do you good."

"…As you say." His smile is radiant as the sunshine, and Hob's heart thumps happily. "Thank you."

~ It's been about a month since that first meeting when Hob leaves campus for the afternoon and finds Dream waiting at the college bus stop. The morning's rain has cleared throughout the day but now rises again as a light drizzly mist; Dream is huddled into the meager shelter offered over the bench while pulling out his umbrella. Hob hurries over with his own already deployed, playing into their established pattern.

"Fancy meeting you here?" he greets, smiling. He's delighted to run into Dream outside their developed routine, and the way that Dream kind of blooms to see him is very satisfying.

"Hob. At last," Dream smiles, ducking under Hob's broad umbrella.

"Been waiting long?"

"…Somewhat. You see. I have. A question, I would like to ask you. An important one." The gravity in his tone is clear, and Hob might be worried if it wasn't so plainly obvious that Dream was nervous. "But I do not know your schedule, beyond your morning commute, and so…"

"Have you just been hanging around half the day waiting for me to show up?" Hob is equal parts appalled and delighted.

Dream meets his eyes briefly, glance flicking away again too quickly to interpret as anything other than confirmation. "Perhaps."

Hob laughs, aware he should possibly be alarmed by what any normal person would read as stalking behavior but utterly charmed by it instead. "Your patience has its reward, then. What was it you wanted to ask me?"

"I…ah." Dream colors prettily, the faintest pink flush across his cheeks as he stumbles over actually speaking his question, and Hob is rapidly escalating from 'charmed' to 'enamoured'. "I am not. Good, at—at—"

"Obviously it was important enough to identify my most likely location and wait hours for me to show up, right?" Hob cuts in gently. "Go ahead. I promise I won't judge you." He can hear the fondness seeping into his own voice, and apparently so can Dream. He lifts wide eyes to Hob, lips pressed together resolutely, and heaves a fortifying breath out through his nose.

"I wish to ask. Would you like to have dinner sometime. Or. Or coffee, perhaps."

The bus pulls up at that exact moment, disgorging a single passenger; Hob barely hesitates before waving the driver on.

"That was our bus?" Dream states, lilting up in such a way that it's clear he means Why did we not board, why are we still standing here?

"Well, yes," Hob agrees, very aware of the size of the dopey grin on his face. "But you see, a very dear friend of mine has just asked if I might like a bite to eat with him, and I know the most amazing little spot right around the corner."

"That. That is 'yes', then? Now?" Dream seems delightedly flummoxed, and it ratchets Hob straight up to 'besotted'. How could Dream think he'd ever say anything else? Although it occurs to him belatedly Dream might have other obligations for the evening.

"Well 'now' is certainly 'sometime', yes? If you're free, that is. If you've something else you have to do—"

"No. Nothing else," Dream cuts him off, and the warm smile spreading over his face makes Hob's heart skip a beat. "There is nowhere I should like to be more, just now."

Of course not, not when he'd dedicated the bulk of his day to waiting for Hob just to ask him out. "Wonderful. Shall we?" He offers his arm, angling the umbrella to keep the misty sprinkle off them still.

Dream tucks a hand into his elbow and falls into step beside him.

~ "Wanna try mine?" Hob offers, plucking a crispy slab of cheese from his plate with a bit of everything on it and holding it out, other hand cupped underneath. They are talking over plates of halloumi fries; Hob had gone for his favorite—smothered in pomegranate molasses and za'atar yoghurt with pomegranate arils and fresh mint garnish—and Dream had taken his drizzled in honey and sprinkled with sesame seeds.

"Thank you, I am fine," Dream says, rote politeness in his voice but curiosity in his eyes, and Hob arches a brow.

"Worried you'll have to spend a month stuck with me for each pomegranate seed?"

"That would hardly dissuade me," Dream replies, with a sweet little smile that hits Hob straight in the gut. "Very well, since you offer so generously." He leans forward, grasps Hob's wrist instead of the proffered food, and bites through the warm-crusted cheese while Hob's still holding it, lips brushing Hob's fingers as he pulls back.

He chews, making a contemplative face, and gently plucks the rest of it from Hob's hand while Hob is still scrambling to reboot his poor blue-screening brain and not make a fool of himself.

"Do you know," Hob blurts, grasping for anything, "whatever Persephone might have eaten in the underworld, it would've bound her there the same? It wasn't just because it was a pomegranate?"

"I did know that, yes," Dream replies, and Hob feels the flush of having said something fairly stupid rising into his face. "The pomegranate is a tidy choice for enumerating the months she stays below, I think, with the countable seeds." He plucks one of the ruby-red arils from the cheese that Hob had given him between two delicate fingertips and places it in his mouth, eyes on Hob in a way that makes him lose his brain again.

"Yes that's. Good point," Hob tries, and thankfully Dream pops the rest of the halloumi fry into his mouth without any fanfare or continued eye contact.

"I can see why you like this," Dream says, once his mouth is empty. "It is a wonderful blend of flavors. But the honey-sesame remains my favorite." He takes a bite from his own plate, and Hob tries not to fixate on the casual way he licks the honey off his rose-petal lips.

"I wrote an alternate version of Persephone's story, once," Dream says then, eyes not exactly meeting Hob's or even on his face, darting between his shoulder and his sternum and dropping back to his plate. "I made it her choice; they met and fell in love long before the abduction, which was closer to an elopement. She ate the pomegranate seeds deliberately so as not to be taken away from the partner she had chosen. In my version, it was the pomegranate specifically that would bind her."

"That sounds brilliant," Hob says, feeling a little starry-eyed; Dream has never really talked specifics about his writing before. "I'd love to read it sometime."

"It. Was many many years ago, before I ever considered publication," Dream admits, barely glancing up at Hob, still a little skittish. "I thought it a unique idea at the time, but there are dozens of Persephone remixes to be had and I have never felt it warranted the effort of reworking it from my current skill level or attempting to publish."

"Well for what it's worth, your version is the remix I'd be most interested in reading," Hob says, utterly sincere, smiling from ear to ear. "If you ever wanted to share, that is." He bites into another halloumi fry and speaks around it. "I would never pressure you to let me read your stuff if you don't want to. But I'm always interested."

"…Thank you." Dream covers his awkwardness with another dainty bite from his own plate, a hint of pink dusting across his cheekbones. When his mouth is empty again, he offers, "Mostly I have written. Romance."

"Oh?"

"Not under my own name. But yes."

"See it's fascinating that pseudonyms are so prevalent through the ages, and for so many reasons," Hob starts, and as the conversation turns in this new direction Hob does not miss how Dream relaxes to have the focus shifted from the vulnerable personal glimpse of himself he'd offered.

And Hob maybe falls a little bit deeper.

~ It's still lightly raining three hours later; they've talked about so many things, they've had dessert and then had coffee since neither of them were ready to leave yet. It's dark by the time they finally head back to the bus stop; Dream presses up against Hob's side beneath the umbrella and Hob thrills at the warmth, the closeness, the graceful slide of Dream's hand into his and the way he doesn't let go until the bus shows up.

~ It's raining again the first time Hob kisses Dream, pulling him close beneath the umbrella outside the theater, one finger tipped beneath Dream's chin; the kiss is tentative, but Dream's mouth is warm and the way he lists gently forward has Hob coming back again, soft and sweet and smiling helplessly.

~ Three straight days of rain are clearing on the afternoon that Dream takes Hob to the bookstore and leads him to the romance section, points him to a shelf in the 'M's where there are a dozen or so titles by Morpheus, mononymous. Hob doesn't make the connection for a second, and then he does.

"Is this you?" he asks, reaching for one of the hardbacks, and sure enough there's Dream's photo inside the dust jacket, solemn and styled and somehow less authentic than the Dream standing nervously next to him.

"Yes," Dream confirms, and soft warmth floods Hob's chest. Dream has been very reserved about his writing—"It is one thing to publish for strangers, but I find it…much more difficult to share, when it is someone whose opinon matters to me personally," he'd said once, and being trusted, opened up to like this—Hob is not oblivious to the privilege of it.

"You've certainly written a lot," he says, warmth and fondness curling in his chest. "And you're okay with me reading any of these?"

"Yes; however—" he reaches into the messenger bag slung over his hip, withdraws a large clear envelope with what looks like a manuscript inside. "If you wish to read my writing, I would have you begin with this." He hands it to Hob.

Hades and Persephone: The Morpheus Remix the paper proclaims through the plastic, and Hob looks up at Dream, delighted. "Is this—?"

"It needs a proper title." Dream shrugs, hunches into his coat a little bit. "I would like—perhaps you might help me come up with one, as it was you who inspired me to revisit and update it."

Hob cannot for the life of him stop the broad smile that overtakes his face, is not even trying. "I would be honored."

~ It is raining buckets the night that Dream comes home with Hob, and even the umbrella is not enough to prevent their getting a bit wet. But that's alright, Hob thinks, with Dream's eager mouth warm and hungry on his as they move in the direction of his bedroom, it's not like their clothes were staying on anyway.

He lays Dream gently in his bed, covers him with his own body, makes love to him with slow and ardent urgency while the rain lashes against his window. Later, after, when the winds have calmed and thunder rumbles soothingly in the distance, he holds Dream curled against him, asleep, and he thinks. He thinks about umbrellas, and shielding, and guardedness, and how Dream has slowly gifted so many of his vulnerabilities to Hob; he thinks about the duality of potential in that realization, the power it gives him to either harm or protect, and vows to himself that he will always be Dream's metaphorical umbrella when it's within his capabilities.

~ It's sprinkling just a little when Hob realizes that he's going to marry Dream.

It's early Autumn and they're at the park; Dream is under his own umbrella (look, sometimes sharing just isn't practical, as much as Hob still loves faithfully carrying on their schtick), scattering peas and grapes for the ducks and Hob is hanging back, watching him with an aching fondness in his heart.

Dream is beautiful, and thoughtful, and engaging. He is guarded and private, but so warm and emotional and giving once he has let you in. He is smart, and witty, with the driest sense of humor and the most endearingly terrible laugh and Hob has fallen desperately in love with him along the way.

He watches as a particularly bold duck comes close and snaps up the pea that had fallen directly at the toe of Dream's boot; watches the soft delight that steals over Dream's face, and he knows.

~ It is the following Spring before he asks. They are at the bus stop where they first met and it's a bright sunny day; Hob's got the umbrella up and they're shoulder-to-shoulder beneath it. Dream is animated, excited, talking about his editor's latest feedback on his Persephone remix (The Seeds of Fate, they had decided to call it), and Hob is listening, very much interested but so so nervous. The little velvet box on his pocket is weighty, not physically of course but he can't stop touching it, hoping Dream will say yes, believing Dream will say yes.

At last, Dream turns to him, a little wrinkle of concern between his brows. "You feel…distracted; is everything alright?"

Hob smiles at him, entirely and wholeheartedly in love. He hooks the hand holding the umbrella with Dream's so their fingers are tangled together around it; he leans his forehead against Dream's, closes his eyes. "I have a question, I'd like to ask you. An important one." It's a deliberate echo of how Dream had asked him out more than a year ago; Hob can picture the way Dream smiles to recognize it, can feel one eyebrow lifting against his own.

He takes a deep breath, pulls the little box from his pocket and clicks the lid open. "Will you marry me?"

It's a quiet request, pitched low so the other couple people at the bus stop don't overhear, so that if Dream does wish to say no, he won't be under the public pressure of strangers to say yes for appearances' sake. Not that Hob expects him to say no.

He hopes he doesn't say no.

Dream pulls back and Hob opens his eyes, meeting the surprise and delight and disbelief in Dream's. Dream looks down at the ring in the open box in Hob's hand, touches a fingertip to the velvet-covered lid delicately, looks back up at Hob with joy blossoming in his face.

"Do you mean it? Truly?"

Hob swallows down the nervous lump in his throat, squeezes gently where his hand is tangled with Dream's around the handle of the umbrella. "More than anything," he murmurs, entranced by the gathering shine of happy tears in Dream's eyes. "Marry me. Please."

Dream makes a joyful little noise, wrenches his hand free and throws both arms around Hob's neck, kissing him soundly. Hob manages to snap the ring box closed and swing the umbrella low, wraps both arms around Dream's waist and kisses him back.

"Yes," Dream breathes wetly when they part a moment later. "Yes, of course yes, a thousand times, yes."

~ They marry in the park in August, the clouds high and the breeze warm. Hob puts up the umbrella when they reach the crux of the ceremony; he holds its history over them while they say their vows, while they slip rings on one another's fingers, and then they seal their marriage with a tender heartfelt kiss beneath its promise of care and protection.

= Started: 2/3/24 Drafted: 2/24/24 Posted: 2/25/24

Fluffbruary 2024 Prompts Day 3: umbrella seashore mist Day 4: camera lush beau Day 5: rescue inertia lullaby Day 6: tie embarrassment* dessert Day 7: potatoes blue glass Day 8: shower blessed layer Day 9: urgency kneel rural Day 10: flush angel owl Day 11: reflection water apology Day 12: graceful volcano blanket Day 18: suave cologne gradual* Day 19: teacakes flood feature Day 20: smooth glitters queen Day 23: rhythm chalk humor Day 24: spring fuzzy silky

*The word did not get used but the concept is very much in there

#TJs Fics #Fluffbruary 2024 #TJs Fluffbruary #Dreamling #Sandman #wip: umbrella boys

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theloveinc · 5 months

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SHINSOU MAN, like really makes me feral thinkin like.. mans is SO nervous around you, you've been dating for a little while but hes still scared to breathe too hard around you. You both go to a mutual friends birthday and you're getting a drink for you and your mans, only to come back and he's literally in the middle of a fistfight, the other guy gets him in the jaw and he practically EATS it like its nothing, its only when you grab his white shirt with blood all over it and pull him off the other guy that you find out the guy said something SLIGHTLY disrespectful about you in your dress. And you have to try not to fuck him right there and help him clean the blood off his chin.

Under the awfully-yellow sting of the bathroom's florescent lights, it's the third time in a row you've tried to dab at Shinso's lip with an alcohol soaked cotton ball, trying (but mostly failing) to staunch the flow of blood which continues to pool and crack at the left corner of his mouth.

The split is only one of the two real injuries he came away from the fight with (aside from the potential concussion he might have no matter how fast he recovered from being punched between the eyes), but every time you try to press into the wound and wipe up the mess that was left behind, Shinso leans away as if to weaken the effect of your touch.

"Shinso, let me try. Please,” you beg. "You’ve gotta stop acting like this."

"This?" he finally responds, surprisingly egregious in tone for someone of his usually-very-cool temperament, eyebrows going halfway up his actively-bruising forehead as he snaps his head to face you. The sudden movement causes your hand to go skidding across his cheek, leaving a long red stain straight up to the swollen temple he's currently holding a bag of melting ice against. "The guy said he’d—”

"I know what he said," you cut him off, throwing down the now-soggy puff onto the porcelain countertop as you step back and glare. "I'm talking about the fact you're barely letting me help clean you up."

Shinso rolls his eyes. "You think I asked for help dealing with this?”

“It’s not fair for you to hurt yourself if I’m just meant to sit there and watch. We’re supposed to be dating. Are we?”

"What,” you can tell he’s trying not to raise his voice, especially as you reach out to trace your fingers down his arms, “do you think?"

"Hitoshi," he finally looks at you straight when you say that name, his body instantly going still. “I am being dead serious. Either you were standing up for me, or you just wanted to pick a fight. Which is it?"

If possible, the man's frown deepens even further, though you can feel the way his muscles begins to relax as he tries to calm himself under your touch.

He pauses a minutes to swallow. And to stare. And then, “you,” he finally says, unblinking. "I was doing it for you."

You lean back in finally, tenderly, pulling him into a soft kiss where his lips fit perfectly against yours and the taste of blood the last thing on your mind.

"Good," you pull back, only slightly, near breathless. "So let me help you. At least before I thank you.”

(someone get this man some ginseng… sorry i went insane anon!! shinso just makes me a lil wet. I hope this was okay)

#shinso #uhhhhh I tired I edit this later maybe #please say it’s not sh*t #and I hope the dynamic mad sense!!! dumb*ss thinks he has to do everything alone #as if you’re not DATING and he doesn’t wanna scare you off or make you do any more work than necessary #meanwhile he doesn’t realize his tenseness translates as pushing u away #bla bla blah I had more to say but #I scared #anyway I love u by #the taking a hit no problem made me faint #caitie things #gen #anon

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sadhornyygirl · 11 months

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God... yes

-I'm going to fuck your tight cunt so hard everyone will be able to hear, he whispered against my lips. I felt two of her fingers slip inside me, and it felt like little fireworks were going off in my stomach. He had learned my body so perfectly.

-oh my God. Was all I could say. He pulled his fingers back and sucked on my clit like there was gold hidden under my skin. -cum! I was screaming.

-Yes? Do you like it? He asked me against my swollen clit.

-Yes! Fuck yes! He kept working on me until I screamed, -I'm going to come! Fuck! After I was done, he pulled his hard cock out and rubbed the tip up and down my pussy.

-I'm going to fuck you now. Like the little bitch you are, he told me. Then he pushed his big cock deep into my pussy. -MMM…you're so tight…and wet. He stood still for a long moment, just feeling me. Then he started to move. Fuck, he started to move. He was fucking me as hard as he said he would, and it was amazing. -Holy crap. You like it, don't you?

-yes, fuck yes, I want to! I groaned excitedly. I liked him like that, all horny. For some reason, it felt good to have that in him. I know it was cruel of me, but despite how kind he was to me, I wanted to have power over him like he had over me. I know I got him sweeter and nicer than anyone else, and he was less dry and less cold when he had his balls deep inside me, and I liked that more than I wanted him to know. -Billy, I'm going to come again. UGH, I'M SO CLOSE!

-good. Come on, my dick, he had that stupid grin all over his face.

-Okay, okay, I'm coming! I let out another scream and came on his cock.

-you're a desperate bitch, you know that? He spat at me as he turned me onto my hands and knees.

- I know, I know, I whimpered back at him. I felt the head of his cock rub against my asshole. -Oh my God, put it on, please. Billy, please. Please put this on, I begged. Sometimes he just teased. He liked to see me squirm and be disappointed. He wasn't the type of guy who just wanted to see his girlfriend happy.

-Shhh… If you're good… he said back to me, still rubbing the tip around my asshole.

-I'll be good. I'll be so good.

-you promise?"

-I promise! I swear to God, I promise. I could basically hear his smile as he pushed his cock - dripping with pre-cum and wet from being in my soggy cunt - inside me. It felt so good. I was rubbing my clit while he pushed my ass, and after a few minutes I started to feel him come again. - I'm getting close. It feels so fucking good, I told him.

-No. Wait a minute. OK? I'm going to come with you, he told me.

-I- ugh- I'm too close! I groaned back.

-I said no, he scolded me. -daddy will go with you. I stopped rubbing my clit and took a deep breath. I relaxed as best I could with an almost nine-inch cock in my ass and after what felt like forever, Billy told me he was close.

-OK, baby. I'm going to come, he said. I let myself fall into the pleasure. It felt so good, I came a third time. I was screaming so loud and coming so hard, it felt like the world could hear me. Billy was moaning, and I could feel his throbbing cock fill my ass with cum. God, he was good at sex. We lay there with his cock inside me for a while. He kissed my neck and I almost fell asleep when he pulled out and thrust his cock in. back in his pants. -Go wash up, he told me.

#billy loomis smut #billy loomis x you #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #scream smut #scream #slasher smut #slashers imagines #slashers #billy loomis imagine

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allisonlol · 2 years

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Can I request a Fyodor Headcanon of his s/o and him being caught in the rain? he’s so flawless I couldn’t see him caught in the rain lol. Please take care <3

a/n: this is adorable yes yes yes. added some of my other favs just cuz!

warnings: none!

(Fyodor, Ranpo, Jouno) Getting Caught in the Rain With Their S/O

Fyodor

i agree that he's almost too perfect to imagine in this situation BUT

the two of you had been out for a date, and it was on the walk home that the sky had turned cloudy and grey

rain hadn't been in the forecast so neither of you were really prepared when it started pouring

you hear fyodor curse under his breath while he quickly takes off his coat and throws it over your shoulders <3

i feel like he really hates the rain. specifically, the getting wet part cuz we know his anemic ass is gonna be freezing

does that thing where he pulls you close to shield you more from the rain

^benefits of having a bf who is tall asf i guess!

y'all just huddle together and try to speed walk towards the nearest place for shelter

y'know those pictures of cats where they get wet and look all pathetic and pissed off? yea that's what he ends up looking like

you've been too busy laughing at that and he's just shooting you the nastiest glares while literally trying to squeeze the water out of his clothes bye

Ranpo

so this time, y'all KNEW it was going to rain but had still tried to plan your day around it

unfortunately, you severely misjudged the timing and ended up getting LOST in the city when it started storming

remember that scene of the gif i inserted??

you would think he'd be prepared like that again but nah, no umbrella this time

instead, ranpo give you his little cape (?) thing but it gets all soggy and deadass weighs you down so you throw it back at him PLS

wrings it dry-ish and holds it over both of you as a makeshift umbrella

and then y'all take off and start BOLTING down the sidewalk in search of a directory or something to tell you how to get back home

(think of that meme with the two people in the jacket running in the rain and just screaming AAAAAA)

needless to say you guys are still lost and end up calling kunikida with ur literal waterlogged phone

bro has to drive around until he finds y'all and to top it off you guys get water all inside his car??

Jouno

oh lord. you guys already know how this is gonna go down

so. you and jouno like to go for walks in the city, right? y'know holding hands n all that cute shit that he pretends to hate

today the forecast was supposed to be good, but jouno wouldn't shut up about how he "can sense rain coming"

you're just like "ok sweetie, whatever you say" LMAO

but he was actually right and like 30 minutes later it downpours

jouno hates the rain (cuz it messes up his hair or some shit) so he's immediately gonna start bitching

starts walking super fast and dragging you after him

you're all like "oh i WISH i'd brought a coat so i wouldn't get all wet" in a subtle attempt to get him to give you his but

mf just goes "no shit, you really should've" petty ass

LOL dw he does end up giving it to you but claims it's cuz it "got so drenched it's not even worth wearing" yea mhm ok

you guys wind up sheltered in some random shop and jouno terrorizes the owners to let y'all stay past closing till the rain has stopped

usually you'd be like "bro stop" but you let it slide this time since he looks so cute. like when you give a kitten a bath and it's all soggy and miserable <3

taglist: @deadmitochondria @miycutie @scul-pted @exorcisedstraydog @chuuyasboots @shy-socially-awkward-intovert @beandaifuku @stygianoir @sonder-paradise @dreaming-of-ambedo @nervousyetconfidentway @beautiful-is-boring @irethepotato @serenareiss @thescrunkly @ashthemadwriter

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd hcs #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs #jouno bsd #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku #fyodor hcs #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #fyodor x y/n #bsd fyodor #ranpo imagines #ranpo x reader #ranpo x you #ranpo x y/n #ranpo hcs #ranpo edogawa

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stupidfuckingwindow · 5 months

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Silver Lining // Holland March

Word count: 779

Content/warnings: Angst, drinking and smoking (this is Holland.)

Notes: This is a part two to Drainage System, as per @ken-dom 's asking in the Goosecord. Just rewatched The Nice Guys with @papershipghosts and @hollandstrophyhusband and they bullied me for 10 minutes straight. They're unhinged your honor. May or may not have come before the Healy and Holland threesome fic. Forced myself to hold out on this one.

Holland had gotten himself drunk again, and was half-asleep in the tub when you'd found him. To no one's surprise at all, he was fully dressed on top of being submerged in the bath and inebriated. You'd have thought he was asleep if it weren't for the quiet mumbling coming from him.

He sells like a mixture of things as you drag him out of the water. Cigarette smoke and alcohol are present in his breath, and you can taste the vices on your tongue whenever you draw close. Cologne is the next thing that you can pick out, although the scent is faint and washed out.

It's both a comforting smell and one that's overpowering. You can't tell which is more prominent in your mind.

He desperately tries to cling whenever you pull his empty drink out of his hand. Eventually, he relents and lets you take it from him gently, head lifting to watch you set down the glass. There are tears at the corner of his eyes, and you hear Holland swallow air into his lungs.

His hair, usually groomed back and taken well care of, is a mess. Dirty blond curls have fallen out of place and around his features, making him look even less put together.

You know how afraid he is to be vulnerable at times. He's terrified to tell you that he loves you, and you've never heard him say it back once. He'd told you about his wife. What had happened to her, the way he blames himself for it. But it wasn't of his own accord- he had been drunk.

You're afraid of what he may tell you this time. You wish you knew how to comfort him, and that he wouldn't have to fear talking to you about himself. It isn't his fault, but the feeling has brought self doubt.

Your mind can't help but question if it's just you in particular when you know it's not; That's just how Holland March is. He's just afraid to get too close and start caring about you.

You avoid his gaze as you drain the tub, quiet as you think things over. Much quieter than your usual energy, and even Holland seems to notice it. You hear Holland drag himself closer, feel wet arms circle your torso and the side of his face press between your shoulder blades. Words that you think are probably supposed to be comforting are felt against your back, mumbled and too quiet to hear.

Water is soaking into your clothes and they start to stick to your skin, but you don't really care. Warm hands slide under your shirt to pull you even closer to Holland, and he holds you against him. He brings the two of you to sit on the floor, and you sink into his hold.

Holland presses a kiss to your hair, a sniffle leaving him as he mutters softly to you.

"I'm sorry," He tells you, whispering. He repeats it a few more times, choking out a sob. "I'm so sorry." His hair tickles your skin, and Holland buries his face in your neck. He whimpers as he feels more tears run down the sides of his face. His arms tighten a little further around your form as a whimper leaves his throat, trying to comfort the both of you all at once.

The scent of his Cologne fills your senses- Reminiscent of pepper. It's slightly spicy, probably cheap but you don't mind. You'd always wondered why he even bothered to buy Cologne (considering he can't smell), though this scent just.. Seems like it suits him.

He doesn't let go of you for a while, muttering apologies to you. Eventually, his words stop coming out, and you can feel his steady breathing against your back. Holland's fallen asleep and left you both soggy and incredibly warm, his arms still tightly wound around your abdomen. He won't budge no matter how hard you try to pry his fingers off.

Once on the verge of tears, and now you're laughing. Stuck in position on the bathroom floor and being held down by this sleeping drunk man in his forties. This is an odd situation, no doubt, but it's one you're in, now. You know you'll have to talk to Holland later- after you get him to bed and in new clothes, but.. you hope things won't have to change, should he ever feel safe enough to say 'I love you'.

You already know, but will finally hearing it change your relationship? For the worse, or for better? You aren't sure how you'd react or respond. For now, all you can do is hope.

#ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #holland march #the nice guys 2016 #the nice guys #holland march x reader

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yeonpm · 9 months

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welt yang and soggy wet cat reader. pathetic old man and his much more pathetic but equally as old partner

welt yang x gn!reader

help i didn't know if you wanted a cat-like reader or like an actual cat hybrid 😭 i hope its ok

cw: reader is a cat hybrid, reader is same (or almost same) age as welt, GUYS WELT IS LIKE 80+ I JUST FOUND OUT, just fluff cuz now im scared to think of smut for someone whos 82 im sorry 😭😭, reader is always kinda sleepy cuz i think its cute

not proofread btw im tired as fukc

i feel like you and welt has always kind of knew each other, sure you had arguments in the past but it only brought the two of you closer.

going through the events of the past kind of fucked up everything, but it's alright because at least the two of you still have each other.

it took a pretty long while of begging and whining before he finally let you cuddle him, his hand on your head subconsciously scratching the area behind your cat ears.

your tail would wrap around his leg, keeping him close as you napped happily in his arms.

but just know he might get cramps from sitting for too long.

you were always the clingy one, the one seeking attention from the brown haired man while he had to deal with it.

of course, there were moments where you were clinging onto him wherever he went, to the point where he went on a trailblazing mission once, leaving you on the train, when you somehow found him on the planet and stuck with him until he finished the mission.

it's ok though. he still loves you.

it's short but all of my writings prob will be 🧍

i dont write for peepaw that much so sorry if its ooc :( i might rewrite this later

ALSO ALSO im not sure if the request was implying smut but i didnt write it cuz i

anyways if you want smut then you can ask me! i'll try again :)

#`.~ welt yang #welt yang #gn reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #honkai star rail #hsr #welt x reader #welt yang x reader #welt yang x gn reader #request #help please i cannot write for welt im so sorry if you see this i would like to write an official apolo

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dakt37 · 1 year

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I love this "Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday" trend. I don't have any new art, but here's a little ficlet set in my de-aged Tails Boom AU. It takes place before the other one.

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"Never fear, Amy Rose is here!" She announced herself with gusto as she threw open the front door of Tails' house, inviting herself inside. Hearing noises, she immediately looked left to the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

Sonic didn't turn to face her, too focused on his task. "What's it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're scouring a child like he's a dirty coffee cup."

Sonic froze mid-motion, then cranked his head around to glare at her over his shoulder. "Bathing an infant in the sink is perfectly normal. Look it up."

Amy hummed loudly and with much incredulity, walking around behind him to circle the long counter that cordoned off the kitchen alcove. When she got to the opening, she wasn't impressed with the scene inside. "He's closer to a toddler than an infant," she observed. "And you've gotten more water on the floor than in the sink."

Sonic glared at her again, this time over his other shoulder. "Are you here for a good reason, or just to criticize my parenting?"

Amy's eyebrows went up, but she left the label unanalyzed. "I brought food." She retrieved a large glass pan from her flowery tote bag and held it up like a trophy.

Sonic's frown deepened. "He's baby-fied, not dead," he snapped. "I don't need your condolences casserole." He turned back to the sink and poured shampoo into his palm.

Amy's eyes widened, then narrowed. A silence stretched as Sonic pointedly ignored her, the gentle motions of his fingers lathering fur a stark contrast to the emotion twisting his face. Luckily, the little fox under his hands was more interested in the hardware of the sink sprayer than the tension between the hedgehogs.

Eventually, Amy blew out a slow breath. "You know what I think?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me," Sonic grumbled, turning on the tap and checking the temperature of the water. With a plastic cup, he began rinsing suds off of Tails, letting the faucet run between refills.

Amy set down everything she had been carrying, and came to lean against the counter next to the sink. "I think," she placed a hand on Sonic's shoulder, causing him to pause again, "you're doing a great job. But you don't have to keep doing it alone."

Sonic silently watched Tails for another moment as the kid twisted the sink sprayer around in its base, examining the trigger mechanism.

"There better not be celery in that thing you cooked," Sonic finally said. He ghosted a finger across the tip of Tails' ear, watching it flick reflexively. "Because I'll tell you right now, he will know and he won't eat it."

"Never, "Amy retorted imperiously. "I do recall the Potluck Incident of last spring. And I don't imagine he was less picky as a toddler."

Sonic slumped then, resting on his forearms against the sink edge and letting his wet hands drip into the basin. He cocked his head to finally face her again, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah," he agreed, "I know you're smarter than that." His eyes flicked away, guiltily. "Sorry."

"Apology accepted." She gave his shoulder a squeeze and added gently, "We'll figure this out. Our little guy will be a slightly bigger little guy in no time."

"Ah, well," Sonic sighed. "It's not all so bad right now. Is it, bud--"

He turned to address the soggy little fox in the sink, and got a facefull of water. Tails giggled, his tails sloshing the shallow water around him. He held the sprayer in both hands, having successfully wrested it from its base and pulled up enough hose to let him take aim at the hedgehog.

"You little gremlin!" Sonic cried in faux outrage, "Surrender your weapon!"

Tails just laughed again and sprayed him right between the eyes.

Amy giggled as well, then pointed at the main faucet, which was still running between sprayer attacks. "You gave him the ammo, Sonic."

Sonic wrapped his hand around his little brother's on the sprayer, and directed it to soak her too.

#the curious case of miles prower #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #dakity yaks #dakt rambles about sonic stuff #i wrote this in October and never posted it because I'm irrationality self conscious about writing prose 🫣#i brainstorm in present tense; if i switch it to past tense it's suddenly the most embarrassing thing I've ever written #idgi either but there you go

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gunilslaugh · 3 months

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Past Life Lover

Kim Jungsu

Summary: Jungsu is your past life lover. (non-idol au)

WC:~2.3k

Warning:angst parts.

Past life = italics

photo not mine credits to owner.

Past life = italics

“But I don’t want you to go. What if you get hurt?” Your hands clung desperately around Jungsu’s wrist as he cupped your face ever so gently. He wiped the falling tears from your eyes. There was currently a war going on in your country and Jungsu had to go off and fight in it.

“I always come back to you. I always come back to you y/n,” he tells you. His eyes are now glossed over with tears.

“Promise?” you hiccuped.

“Promise.” He presses a kiss to your lips then your nose and then your forehead. He removes his hands from your face to pull you into a hug. “I’ll be back I promise.” He holds you tighter. Unable to hold his tears anymore they come cascading down his face.

Jungsu didn’t keep his promise. The war was over, but he never came back. You waited and waited for him, but he never returned. You ran every time there was news of a new body being found, but it was never Jungsu’s. You weren’t sure if it made you relieved or hurt you more. You spent the rest of your life waiting for Jungsu, looking for Jungsu, but he never came back to you.

You were off to a weird start for your morning. First you slept through your alarm. Only by two minutes though, so it wasn’t a big deal. The fear of possibly being late still gives you the motivation to get ready as fast as possible. You had just arrived at your college when you ran into an old woman.

“He’s coming,” she tells you.

“I’m sorry?” you stated absolutely confused. Who could she possibly be talking about?

“The one you’ve been waiting for. He’s coming.” She explained further, but you were still plenty confused. You weren’t waiting for anybody, let alone some guy.

“I think you’re mistaken,” you told the old woman politely.

“No, no you spent many years of your past life waiting for him. Now he’s finally coming back to you,” she further explained.

“Um, well, ok then. Thanks,” you said, just trying to end the conversation.

“Have a good day dear.” The old woman wished you as she started to walk away.

“You too?” You still felt very confused about the whole interaction. You headed to your first class of the day.

Once you arrived at your class you told your friend all about your interaction with the old woman.

“I wish some old lady would tell me that the guy i’ve been waiting for is coming,” they remark.

“It was really weird. I think she had a couple screws loose.” you pointed your pointer finger at your head and drew little circles.

“Or maybe she is psychic or something. Maybe you just insulted a magical being,” your friend states.

“Oh come on. There is no way what she said is actually going to happen,” you said.

Right then your class professor walked in with a guy trailing in behind him.

“Class this is Jungsu, he just transferred here from another college. I would appreciate it if someone would catch him up with the materials we’re currently working with,” your professor says.

“Y/n said they’ll do it,” your friend announced, pointing at you.

“Great, why don’t you go sit next to them then. They can fill you in,” the professor tells Jungsu.

“I never said I would do it,” you scolded your friend in a whisper.

“The old lady told you he was coming then we coincidentally got a new transfer. I think not.”

“You seriously believe-”

“Shut up, he's here. Thank me later.” Your friend playful elbows you. You turn your head in the other direction to see Jungsu pulling out the chair next to yours.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you introduced yourself.

“I’m Jungsu. Thanks for doing this.” He gave you a small smile. It felt familiar somehow.

“Mom, I told you it was going to rain. Why did you leave the horses hay out? It’s all soggy now,” you complained as you lugged the big bucket of hay inside of your small house located behind the stables. You turned your attention away from the wet hay to discover that a young man was also inside of your house. “Oh who’s this?” you asked, feeling a bit embarrassed about your soggy hay outburst.

“This is Jungsu. I hired him as our new stable boy. Since your brother got married and left,” your mom tells you.

“Hi.” You gave him a partial wave. “Is he staying here then?” you questioned.

“In the loft, above the barn,” Jungsu answered. You nodded. “Well I should get going then.” Jungsu begins to head out.

“Wait,” you called after him, making him stop his movements. “The loft gets cold when it rains. You can stay here for now,” you tell him.

“Thanks.” He gave you a small smile.

Jungsu and you exchanged contact information and agreed to meet up at the library after your classes. When you arrive at the library you find Jungsu already sitting at one of the tables.

“I didn’t make you wait long did I?” You asked, pulling out the seat across from him.

“No, I only got here a couple minutes ago,” he says.

“Good.” You pulled out your class materials so that you could start going over them. You spent the next hour with Jungsu. Not only filling him in about the class, but also getting to know him. The two of you got along very well. Almost as if you had known each other for ages. At the end of your session you and Jungsu were walking off campus together when you ran into that old woman again.

“See, I told you he would come,” she tells you, looking over at Jungsu.

“She told you I was coming?” Jungsu looked over at you puzzled. Before you could answer, the old lady did.

“Of course I told them. You know how long they spent waiting for you. You were both still in your twenties when you died, but they waited for you the rest of their life. I had to tell them that you were finally coming back,” she disclosed.

“Sorry, I really don’t know what she’s talking about,” you say to Jungsu.

“It’s ok you don’t have to understand dear. What’s important is that he’s back now and the two of you can live happily now.” With that the old woman walks away.

“Live happily together huh?” Jungsu chuckles.

“Apparently,” you chuckle too.

Jungsu and you were out buying stuff that you needed for the stables. You were currently inspecting the apples. Looking for the best ones out of the bunch.

“I think you care more about the apples the horses eat than the apples you eat,” Jungsu jokes.

“Well the horses need their strength. Plus these apples are like dessert for them. No one wants to have a disappointing dessert,” you state.

“What about me? I need strength too,” Jungsu says. You look around the area, seeing if anyone was paying any attention to either of you. When you deem that no one is looking, you rise up to your tiptoes and place a kiss on Jungsu’s cheek. His cheeks immediately flare up.

“What are you doing?” Jungsu looked at his feet bashfully.

“Giving you strength,” you tell, going back to picking out your apples.

What you didn’t know was that Jungsu knew exactly what that old woman was talking about. He remembered all about his past life with you. From the moment he met you on that rainy night to the moment he died. He remembered desperately trying to get back to you before he died, but he failed. Only a ten minute walk away from the stable where you two lived together.

Jungsu had gotten stabbed with a sword while fighting in the war. He was lucky enough to survive the stabbing. However his luck ran out when his wound got infected. He could tell that he wasn’t going to make it. He remembers your tear stained face, crying because you didn’t want him to go. Worrying about if he would get hurt. Most importantly he remembers his promise. That he would come back to you. Which is why Jungsu desperately tries to make his way back to you. Holding onto any tree he could for balance. Using a tree branch as a cane. Putting one foot in front of the other no matter how much pain he was in. He had to get back to you. He had to. Constantly repeating “I’m coming. I’m coming y/n. I’ll be there soon”, but his body collapsed before he could. He lays on the cold ground apologizing to you. “I’m sorry y/n. I can’t keep my promise right now. Tears fell from his eyes. He vows to find you in his next life. That he will come back to you and his eyes fall shut.

You and Jungsu are currently having a studying session at your place. However not much studying is actually getting done. Side conversations keep turning into full blown conversations. Leaving the study material to be forgotten. The playlist you have playing in the background ends up being more distracting than anything else as you and Jungsu end up jamming to the songs together.

“I need a break.” You closed your notebook.

“I think we've been taking a break basically the entire time. We’ve only reviewed three pages out of this chapter,” Jungsu points out.

“Seriously? Why do I feel so exhausted then?” You laid your head on your arms, eyes falling closed.

“Maybe our mini concert tired you out,” Jungsu says, but he’s met with silence. You had fallen asleep just that quickly. Jungsu shakes his head. He moves the study material out of the way, moving to lay the same way you were, but mirrored across from you. He admired your sleeping face. You looked so peaceful. It made Jungsy feel at ease.

You stuck up behind Jungsu, wrapping your arms around his waist as he was cleaning out a stable stall. Jungsu jumps in your hold, but quickly relaxes as he recognizes that it’s you. He smiles as he looks at the sparkly ring adorning your ring finger.

“What are you doing?” he asked you.

“Can I not show my husband some love?” You press yourself closer to him.

“You can, but I thought you said you were going to brush the horses.” He turns around in your hold to face you. His arms naturally circling around your lower back.

“I will, but I want to be with you right now,” you smiled at him.

“I love you,” he tells you, pulling you closer. He brushes his nose against yours.

“I love you too,” you tell him with blushing cheeks. It didn’t matter if you were married, Jungsu seemed to always hold the same effect over you and your heart.

“Go brush the horses. Then we can eat and spend the rest of the night inside.” He leaves a kiss on your nose.

“Ok.” You nodded. You each held onto each other a little longer before letting go.

Blinking your eyes open, leaving your dream behind you see Jungsu sitting up on your bed notebook in his lap. Your heart speeds up a bit. Why did you have such a lovey dovey dream about Jungsu? Why did it feel so real?

“Did you have a nice nap?” he playfully asked.

“Sorry, I can’t believe I actually fell asleep. How long was I out?” you say.

“Not long,” Jungsu answers.

“I had a weird dream,” you said.

“Really, about what?” he questioned.

“You and I were married and we ran a stable together,” you laughed lightly. Jungsu tries to contain his expression. You had a dream about yours and his past life together.

“You and I were married? I don’t think we’ve known each other long enough for that or is this your way of asking me out?” Jungsu raised an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks blush just like they did in your dream.

“It was just a dream. I said it was weird-”

“Cause I would like to go out with you,” Jungsu states. He’s been waiting for you for so long. Not nearly as long as you waited for him, but he still spent many years looking for you. That moment he finally found you. Sitting in that classroom looking beautiful as you did back then made Jungsu’s heart race. It was really you. He was finally able to keep his promise. He came back to you.

Your cheeks blush deeper. Transitioning from a shade of pink to red.

“I want to go out with you too,” you admit. Jungsu has never felt happier or maybe he has, but not in this lifetime. Jungsu hobbles over to your side of the bed and pulls you into his embrace. It feels exactly like your dream. Making you question if it was really a dream at all. You don’t really care about that right now as you wrap your arms around Jungsu. This is all that mattered, being with Jungsu. Jungsu moves you both to lie down on your bed, holding you to his chest. You recall the old woman’s words “ You were both still in your twenties when you died, but they waited for you the rest of their life. [...] What’s important is that he’s back now and the two of you can live happily now.” You start to think maybe she wasn’t some crazy old lady. Maybe she knew what she was talking about. She said you and Jungsu can live happily now and if living happily felt anything like your dream with Jungsu then you’d be a fool not to.

Jungsu was relieved to have finally kept his promise to you. It may have taken him more than a lifetime, but he did it. He came back to you just like he promised.

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh jungsu #xdh jungsu #jungsu x reader #kim jungsu x reader #kim jungsu #jungsu

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mallowdarling · 5 months

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I miss my boys so I will rant about them cuz they're so fangtastic. . .

Lucifer is just a sad man, he wants kisses and hugs but don't know how to ask and that's okay I give it to him and also a pet on his head cuz I know it's hurting like hell. Can I tuck him in bed? I hope so, I hope he doesn't escape :((

Mammon is my everything, my beginning and my end, he's so girly pop and also so :3 yknow? He just hides it cuz he's silly but he's very >w< to me. I hope he gets paid today like 100000000000 grims and I hope somebody validates him

Levi is pathetic and cute and soggy wet cat and that's self explanatory. I think somebody should shrink him so I could carry him in my pockets or ontop of my head. Like ratatouille! But snake version!!! I think he should do the sssssss thing tbh. Like imagine imagine.. he's nervous and then he keeps accidentally prolonging his S sounds waaaaah (^o^)/

Satan is so funny haha he's all angry and he kills people I think but he's so funky talking about cats like that's the only thing keeping him from going completely delulu on his blonde head and it's also very distinctive the way he will put a whoopee cushion on the chair for you to sit and laugh his ass off. He's the number one Tom & Jerry fan me thinks

Asmo is the girliest of the girly pop but like in a maniacal way. He's actually insane and very murderous, he is a psycho but the "pretty litte" kind of way, yknow the song. He's so pretty and smart and beautiful and divine. He's very monster high, you see it don't you? But still he just needs a kiss and true love just like a princess, oh honey <3

Beel is live laugh and love. I am not great at cooking but I could make him a ramen you get what I mean cuz he deserves it. But also more than hungry he's so very sweet, he's a family guy! He's so cute that I would let him hug me even after his fangol matches when he's all sweaty and dirty, idc. He makes fly noises when his wings are out too, I know that cuz I was there when it happened, and I think that's great, super kudos for him for that. I hope he also makes the hand rubs flies do

Belphie is a BRAT! Gotta love him. He's also a psycho and an actual killer but like he said he was sorry :( I still hold that against him but I will throw that in his face and humiliate him while I hand him cookies and a glass of milk. I hope he falls face first on the floor but then stay there and have a comfortable nap. His voice is so cute the cutest I want to strangle him with my bare hands. I hate him, I want him to be happy!!! I want him so so happy just so I can ruin his happiness and leave him miserable and then restore his spirit by shaking him and giving him a kiss on the cheek and then slap his face as hard as I can. I hope he falls off a plane with a parachute in hands of course but like I want him to feel the fear

#am i just losing it at this point #i think so #i haven't played for so long and then I opened the app like yesterday and read some chats and it hit me like a truck all over again #im still obsessed with these fuckers thats not fair #it's been 3 years and they wont let me go help me :[#anyways #obey me #obmswd #obey me silly #i am very sillt dont you think #obm lucifer #obm mammon #obm leviathan #obm satan #obm asmodeus #obm beelzebub #obm belphegor

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Izzy is the teeniest tiniest little guy in the world and he keeps Stede and Ed on their toes all the time! He gets his diaper checked every hour because he’s constantly wet, he just can’t hold it like a big kid! If he doesn’t have a suitable teether he’ll chew his fingers until the skin gets irritated! He can’t be left alone with his bottle because if he doesn’t get burped halfway through he’ll spit it back up and that makes him cry! He needs to be watched during tummy time or he’ll scoot off his blanket and get underfoot! He’s just an itsy bitsy guy and the whole crew takes their job as minders very seriously

You are so correct!!!! He doesn't know how to crawl, but every tummy time he rediscovers rocking and wiggling until he's made his way across the room

Most of the crew have never been around someone this itty bitty before and its A Lot of responsibility they all take very seriously, but also the intricacies of caring for a teeny tiny one are sometimes confusing (why does Izzy grab his own hair and cry, but also refuse to let go? It is a crew wide mystery)

He definitely needs feeding tiny meals constantly or he just spits it all back up, still spits up all down his clothes anyway and needs a full outfit change multiple times a day, and is always a little soggy despite how often his carers check on him and change his nappy, ye old sudocreme is being liberally used on baby Izzy

#ofmd agere #fandom agere #ageredips #little izzy hands #damp little guy #age regression #age regressor izzy hands

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smells-like-mettaton · 2 years

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Big word asks- 6 for sans

Okay, Jump

Rating: G Word Count: 526 Prompt: hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past Read on AO3: here

XXX

There’s only one place in the Underground where it “rains.” The dripping area of Waterfall is dark, and damp, and smells like lichen and mold. The puddles soak through his slippers, but it’s a small price to pay for the Underground’s best water sausages.

That’s why he’s here, if anyone asks. Just a normal guy picking some ‘dogs.

He tilts his head to the ceiling as he plucks the sausages from their stalks. Water drips on his skull, slides inside his nasal cavity. Makes him sneeze.

Heh. Even that’s familiar.

(Not quite the same without anyone to laugh at him, though.)

“NGAHHHH!!!”

His eyesockets widen at the shout. He blips to the left just in time to dodge the monster leaping down from the ledge above.

She lands directly in a deep puddle, soaking him with a tsunami-like splash. The water sausages in his arms go soggy and limp.

“Fuhuhuhu! Did you see that—? Wait, who the heck are you.” She squints at him, with her one eye that isn’t covered with an eyepatch. Her red hair is pulled up in a high ponytail.

(He’s seen her before. “Somewhere else.” She had both her eyes, there-then.)

“Oh, nobody.” He winks. Somewhere, an incidental cymbal crash plays. She won’t hear it, though.

“I know all the nobodies around here. Not like a lot of monsters are trying to move to Waterfall.” She splashes around him, her steps purposely wet and loud. He can appreciate that.

“Woah, who said anything about moving? I’m just here for the grub.” He wiggles the water sausages in his arms. “Name’s Sans, though. Sans the skeleton.”

He holds out a hand. The water sausages stay balanced perfectly in place.

“Captain Undyne, of the Royal Guard!” She shakes his hand, her grip more solid than any of his memories.

PTHBTTTTTTtttt, the whoopie cushion in his palm goes, and Undyne lets out a wheeze.

“That’s pretty good! I can do you one better, though!”

She sandwiches her hand under her armpit, and with her covered in puddle water, it makes the grossest, wettest fart sound he’s ever heard.

He doubles over cackling. His blue-magic grip on the sausages falters, and they plop in the puddle below. All the dirt’ll come out when he grills them, anyway. If it doesn’t, that’s just more minerals, or something. He’s still not real sure how nutrients work in this universe where food converts straight to energy.

“You really know how to toot your own horn, huh?” He grins.

“That was terrible!” She laughs again.

“Tear-able jokes are my specialty. It’s the best way to rip ‘em.”

Her laugh trails off into a groan. Oh well. Everyone’s got their limit for fart puns.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Sans the skeleton. I’ve still got three hundred fifty-two puddles to jump in, though, so I’ll have to see you around. Enjoy your stay in the best part of the Underground! Fuhuhu!”

With that, she splashes away, leaving him to scoop his bounty of ‘dogs off of the marshy ground.

Water still drips on his skull. It’s kinda nice to have a new memory to pair with it.

#sans #undyne #sans & undyne #fic tag #tali writes #prompt requests #hope you enjoy!!#the new deltarune ''raining'' gif had me thinking about otherworld sans so #thought it was a good time to finally take a crack at this one #this wasn't what i was expecting to write but here we are #also undyne here is based off the ''jump in 1000 puddles'' phone call which is my favorite ever #undertale 7th anniversary

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animefreak2112 · 1 year

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Starfire - Chapter 2 (Bakugou x Reader x Deku)

A/N - Hey guys! Anyone liking the story so far?? Here's chapter two and the next chapter should be up shortly! Let me know how you like it!! <3

Neither of you speak as you make your way down to the schools’ courtyard, and you can tell that your silence makes Izuku nervous. Glancing over to the fountain, you see a notebook floating among the coy fish.

“Ah...my notebook.”

Izuku mumbles the words under his breath as you reach for it, carefully shaking the water from its soggy pages. You clutch the latest volume of his hero notes to your chest, turning to meet his green gaze. You take one step, then two, until you're right in front of him, letting out a choked sound as your head falls on his shoulder.

Your voice is raw with emotion when you speak again, still clutching his notebook tight to your chest.

“Don’t you dare leave me.”

The sad truth: Izuku was all you had left.

After your grandmother had passed away last year, it was all you could do to keep from breaking apart. Your mother was constantly on business trips and to be honest, she never cared much for you. She never even bothered to come home for your grandmother's funeral. Sometimes, you forgot that she even existed. The only reminder was an envelope of cash you received in the mail each month. You doubted that your mother even knew about your dream to become a hero – or if she even cared to.

Izuku was the only reason you were able to keep it together. He was the one who gripped your hand at the funeral, the one who held you as you cried afterwards. He was really, truly your best friend. And if you were completely honest with yourself — he was more than that. Izukus’ shoulders begin to shake. You know he’s fighting back tears.

“Stupid jerk.”

You let out a weak laugh and silently agree, Katsuki was exactly that — a stupid jerk. Pulling back to look into his green eyes, a wide smile stretches across your face. You hold out his singed, wet notebook with a twinkle in your eyes, “C’mon Izu, you still have to show me the notes you took on Mount Lady this morning!”

Resilient as ever, Izukus’ eyes light up instantly, going into a massive rant about the villain fight he saw this morning. By the time he finishes, you're already passing a grocery store near the school.

“Ah — Izuku! I just remembered I have to grab some groceries; I’ll see you tomorrow ok?”

You scan his face closely before you go. Other than some subtle red around his eyes, he seems ten times better than before and you’re relieved to see the spark returned to his green eyes. You take one step toward the door, but suddenly you’re rushing back to Izuku and before he knows what’s happening, he feels your lips reach up, softly brushing against his cheek.

You pull back as quickly as you came and before you lose heart you whisper, “You’re my hero, Izu.”

You’re too much of a coward too see his reaction. You cover your red face as you run into the store, hoping to God that you didn’t kill him.

Meanwhile...

Izuku.exe has crashed.

***

You're just getting home when you see the smoke. At first, you don't think much of it — heroes would be on the scene.

But the smoke is close. Too close to Izukus' house.

Your keys jingle as you unlock the door, setting your groceries on the counter before pulling out your cell with shaking fingers.

The phone rings.

And rings.

No answer.

You release a shaky breath. You were just being paranoid. Izuku was fine at home, helping his mom make dinner like usual. You call again, because Izuku always answers the second time.

But the phone keeps ringing. And this time, he doesn't.

***

By the time you arrive at the scene, the crowd has nearly dissipated. Your breath escapes from your chest in small huffs as you scan the area, eyes searching for a head of messy, green hair.

You don’t see him.

Before you can look further, your eyes catch on a head of spiky, ash-blonde hair. Your joints lock up, taking in his hunched shoulders before scanning the cuts and bruises littering his nose and cheekbones. Had he— was he hurt?

Your feet are moving before you can stop them, moving toward him and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. Tears sting your eyes as you take in the full state of his battered body. His crimson eyes are glaring into the concrete when you draw closer to him— he hasn’t noticed you yet.

Cuts, small and deep, span over his cheeks and you wince at the blood trickling from his split lip.

Katsuki was indeed a piece of work. There wasn’t any doubt about it. Had it been any other day, you would have turned away— he deserved it after all. But—

But you couldn’t. Not when he looked like this. Not when something bad had happened.

You’re a few steps away from him when he hears your whisper, “Katsuki…”

His crimson gaze snaps toward you, spine straightening and scowl deepening. “What the hell do you want?” The words spit from his mouth as he avoids your gaze. Your lips purse, “Katsuki, what happened?”

Your words still come out in a whisper, as if he was a wounded animal that you might scare away. His tongue flicks out, subconsciously licking the cut on his lip, “None of your damn business Y/N. Get the hell outta my way.”

You step into his path as he attempts to pass you, “Katsuki.”

A growl escapes his mouth, “Woman—” He flinches as one of your hands grip his bicep, the other reaching up for a particularly large cut on his face. His hands swat at you, “I fucking swear Y/N—”

The words die in his throat when he feels your fingers on his face, feather light as they ghost over his cheekbones. God, he was weak. It was easy to push you away when you were with Deku, but like this, when there was nothing but you—

He was weak. And he hated himself for it.

His collar is undone — no tie as usual. Your lips tip into a frown when you take in a scrape on his neck.

“This is what happens when you don’t wear a tie, dummy,” you mutter.

He almost slaps your hand away at the words, scowl deepening. “Fuck off. I don’t need you to—”

You continue your examination, undeterred by his foul mouth— you were used to it. His insults continue, but he doesn’t pull away. Your finger follows the sharp line of his jaw before trailing down, brushing a scrape near his collar bone. His words stutter and you feel him shiver when your finger caresses the injury, thumb smoothing across the strong chords of his throat, dipping into the hollow of his collarbone.

This time, his hand does grip yours, pulling your fingers away from his throat with a scowl.

Weak.

“What the hell do you want, Y/N?”

“Katsuki, what happened to you?” You step closer to him, craning your head up to meet his crimson gaze. His head turns away from you with a stubborn ‘tch’, “Nothing I couldn’t fucking handle—”

You lift your hand, cautiously stroking his bleeding lip with the pad of your thumb, “I mean to you Katsuki. Why—” Your throat tightens, “What happened to my Katsuki?”

He hates himself, because his heart skips when you say that, when you say that he’s yours.

But that’s just the problem.

He’s still yours — always has been. But you were never his.

#reader insert #x reader #Anime #my hero academia #Fanfiction #Fanfic #mha romance #mha fanfiction #izuku midoryia smut #izuku midoriya #izuku midoria x reader #mha midoriya #mha bakugou #Mha #bakugou x y/n #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki

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