#minor angst

[slaybestieslay946]

Everything About You - Luke Castellan

Summary: You've been Luke Castellan's closest friend ever since he arrived at camp, but unbeknownst to you, he's been desperately crushing on you this whole time. And of course, the feelings are reciprocated. In hopes of getting over you, he agrees to give it a go with someone else. Will he realise how you feel before its too late?

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Ares!Reader

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: uh sorry for shitting on that demeter girl sm, there needed to be some conflict somewhere

also please forgive me for this fic being crazy self-indulgent and therefore not up to par with my usual writing, i needed to express the obsession i have w this man otherwise I'd go INSANE

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You thought you knew everything about Luke Castellan. 

After 5 years of being best friends, how could you not? You knew about the big things in his life, his damaged mother, the strained relationship with his father. You understood his anger towards the gods, the way it fuelled him to be better, work harder. 

You knew about the little things too. He liked green olives, not black ones. He always stuck his leg out from under the duvet when sleeping. He sucked at tightening his armour, always convincing you to do it for him.

You could recognise each and every one of his tells. He always cracked his knuckles before sparring. He scratched the back of his neck when he was nervous. 

But the one thing you didn’t know about him was the way he felt about you. You, who was normally so observant, was entirely oblivious to the gentle touches and soft looks he threw your way. And that, more than anything, was driving him crazy. 

“You gotta tell her how you feel man.” Chris said to him, noticing the way his gaze would constantly stray to the Ares table. Your table.

Luke scoffed, “Yeah, right. I’d rather die…” 

“Yeah, well it’s driving me nuts. All this pining. It’s-”

“Pathetic? Tell me about it.” He responded, not taking his eyes off you. 

“Well, yeah. It’s pathetic. At this point, either confess your undying love, or move on.”

Luke could safely say that neither of those options sounded particularly appealing. 

“There’s that new girl, y’know the one in Demeter?” Chris continued.

“What about her?”

“She’s pretty cute, don’t you think?” 

Luke tore his gaze away from you to look at the girl Chris was on about. She was pretty, sure, with pale blond hair and flushed cheeks. He recognised her as one of the girls that would always sit in the fields and entertain the kids with her flower magic. But still, she couldn’t hold a candle to you. 

“Yeah, she’s fine I guess.” Luke responded, noncommittal.

“See, told you so! Look, how about I set you guys up-”

“No thanks.” 

“Ugh, you're no fun. Fine, just talk to the Demeter girl at the campfire tomorrow.” 

Luke opened his mouth again to refuse, but Chris cut him off. 

“And if you do, I’ll stop bugging you about it. Promise.” 

Luke looked at his pleading face, and knew that there would be no shutting him up until he agreed. 

“Fine. I’ll talk to her.” 

*

The next morning, Luke woke up earlier than normal, so he figured he might as well get some extra training in before capture the flag in the afternoon. 

He climbed out of bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb his many, sleeping, half-siblings, and grabbed his sword, stepping out of the cabin into the fresh morning air. He jogged down towards the amphitheatre, and was confused for a moment when he could hear movement inside the small arena. 

Then, as he walked closer to the entrance, he realised it was you, slashing dummies left right and centre. And, gods, the sight took his breath away. 

The early morning sun shone on your face, highlighting your sharp features. You moved like a dancer, and the sword in your hand was merely an extension of your body. Yes, they called him the best swordsman in the last 300 years, but his technique couldn’t compare to the grace of the favourite daughter of Ares. 

He watched you for a few more minutes, standing just in the entrance to the amphitheatre, until he realised it might be a little creepy to stand there and watch you, so he decided to make himself known. 

“What are you doing up so early?” He called out, striding forwards towards you. 

You quickly spun around, a shocked expression on your face that softened into a fond smile when you realised it was just Luke who had snuck up on you. 

“Oh, y’know, just preparing to beat your ass later on.”

“Aw, really? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance.” 

“Wanna test that, soldier?” You smirked, gesturing to the sword in this hand.

Luke laughed, stabbing the sword into the sandy floor and cracking his knuckles, meanwhile you took up an offensive stance. 

And, as soon as he picked up his sword, you were on him, ruthlessly slashing through the air, and he barely had enough time to block the blow before you sliced through his face. He returned your strikes with equal vigour, moving with the precision and technique that he was so famous for. 

With the way the pair of you fought, anyone would think you hated one another, trading blow for violent blow, both of you refusing to hold back. 

Of course, it was the complete opposite, but that had never stopped the pair of you from sparring so aggressively. 

The session went on for close to half an hour, neither of you wanting to surrender to the other. Eventually you were bested, as Luke sent your sword flying from your hand, holding his own up to your throat. 

You held your hands up in defeat, rolling your eyes at him, before moving to sit down at the edge of the arena. 

“I’m still gonna win in capture the flag today.” You remarked, your voice strained from physical exercise, but jovial nonetheless. 

“As talented as you are,” He responded, sitting down next to you, “You're not gonna be able to beat Annie’s new strategy.” 

“And what might that be?” You said, shuffling closer to the boy. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased. 

You pretended to sulk at that, turning your body away from him in the process. Luke frowned, pulling your arm to turn you to face him again. 

“Don’t be sad. Even if I told you you still wouldn’t win.” 

“Whatever. Asshole.” You mumbled. 

“What did you call me?” He asked, accusatory, and you quickly made your escape, running out of the amphitheatre to avoid his wrath. 

But, of course, he managed to catch up with you easily, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked. 

Somehow, you both telepathically communicated a need for breakfast, and your feet naturally led you both to the pavilion. 

“I’ll see you later on, yeah?” You asked, detaching yourself from him to look him in the eyes. 

“Mhm. Can’t wait to kick your ass.”

You laughed, cocking your head at him, “Why are you thinking about my ass Castellan? Bit weird.” 

And then you were striding away towards Clarisse, leaving the Hermes cabin counsellor frozen, a faint blush covering his face. 

Maybe Chris was right. His addiction to you was getting slightly out of hand. 

*

“That boy is so obsessed with you.” Clarisse muttered, her voice derisive as you sat down opposite her. 

“Who? Luke?”

“Who else?” 

“Nah, no way.” You responded, chuckling as you grabbed a slice of toast from the centre of the table. 

Clarisse rolled her eyes. How oblivious could you be?

“Whatever. As long as your little romance doesn’t get in the way this afternoon.” 

“No chance. Besides, there is no romance. Gods, you’re just as bad as Silena!” You laughed, slightly sheepishly. 

“Rude. But still, she’s right about these things like 90% of the time.”

Silena had been trying to get you to admit that you liked Luke for months, but each time she brought it up you would staunchly deny it. Of course, you were lying through your teeth, but it’s not like you could just admit something like that. It would open up a whole can of worms that you didn’t need. 

“Yeah, well this is the 10% then.” You shrugged, taking another bite of your toast.

“You’re impossible.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know I’m your favourite sibling.” 

“You were my favourite. I don’t know anymore.” 

“Bitch.”  

*

When Ares and Hermes were on opposing teams, suddenly capture the flag became even more serious. 

Ares, of course, was the warrior cabin. Their father was the god of war, making them the most feared in combat. And, most of Camp half-blood was scared shitless of you and Clarisse.

Then there was Hermes, and their automatic alliance with Athena. That meant they had Luke, the camp's star swordsman, and Annabeth and her siblings, who always came up with the best strategies. 

It was safe to say that when they weren’t competing against each other, it was painfully boring. 

You only had about half an hour before the game started, so after you had secured your armour and recovered your sword from the amphitheatre, you decided to seek out Annabeth, both because you enjoyed her company, and because she may spill something about her new strategy. 

“Hey, Annabeth!” You called out, and the young girl spun around to give you a little smile. 

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to see how things are going over here, y’know, scope out the competition.”

“I’m not gonna tell you our strategy.” She deadpanned. 

“Damnit. Oh well. What’ve you been up to, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” 

It was true, you hadn’t spoken to Annabeth for a few days, nor had you even seen her.

“She’s been too busy stalking the new kid.” Luke’s voice interjected and he stepped out of seemingly nowhere to pat the girl's head. 

“Shut up! No I haven’t.” She sulked, pushing him off of her. 

“Wait, which new kid is this? Percy?” You asked. 

You’d seen Luke show the boy around camp. You’d been briefly introduced, but you hadn’t spoken to him all that much. The only other thing you knew about him was that Clarisse had a bit of an issue with him. Well, she had an issue with a lot of people, so that wasn’t exactly new. 

“Yep. Can you believe it? My little sister has a crush!” Luke exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest. 

Annabeth then gave him a small shove, before something clearly occurred to her, and she gave him that look that meant she had something on him. And whatever the blackmail was, it worked as he immediately held his hands up in surrender. 

“Sorry, sorry! You could never like a boy, I know that!”

Annabeth didn’t respond, simply glaring at him whilst you laughed. Sometimes, she really was intimidating. Despite being only 12 years old, she had a stare harsher than medusa. 

“Anyway. You need to get going, otherwise you're definitely gonna lose.” Luke said, pushing you away by your breastplate. 

“Fine.” You said, and were about to walk away when you noticed his own armour, as usual, wasn't done up properly. 

You walked back towards him, sighing, and grabbed the straps on either side of his body, pulling them taut, doing the same for the guards on his forearms. 

“You seriously need to learn how to do these yourself, soldier. One day, I might not be here to do them for you.”

“That’s not true. You’ll always be with me.” He whispered, more hopeful than certain about his statement.

You just rolled your eyes, grabbing his helmet out of his hands to push it on his head. 

“There. Can’t have someone hurting your pretty face, can we?”

“Uh-”

“Bye, have fun losing!” You laughed, and then you were walking away, once again leaving a malfunctioning Luke in your wake. 

“And you say I have a crush.” Annabeth snorted. 

“Shut up.” 

*

Pretty much as soon as you made it back to your team, the conch sounded, and Clarisse shouted at you to ‘get your ass over here’. 

She then quickly outlined her plan to you as you both made your way deeper into the woods, the rest of your team splitting off at different points as you went. 

You two, as well as a few others, were to be on the offensive, searching for the flag, meanwhile the rest of your team were either guarding the flag, or serving as distractions. It was a pretty typical strategy, but it had every chance of working, as long as you two were able to work out roughly where the other team's flag was. 

“Well, I’m pretty sure it won’t be at Zeus’ fist this time, that’s where Annabeth put it last time, and apparently she has a new strategy.” 

“She could be lying to you?”

“Yeah, I guess. But it’s a place to start.” Clarisse reluctantly agreed, and the two of you moved further into the woods. 

Along the way you came across a few of the blue team on border patrol, and the pair of you quickly disarmed them, you with your sword, and Clarisse with her electric staff. 

You made your way down to the south edge of the woods, and it appeared that the number of blue troops were decreasing. Normally you would take that as meaning the flag wasn’t this way, but knowing Annabeth that could be some kind of purposeful bluff, so you kept going, until eventually you reached a dead end and had to choose a different direction. 

“Ugh, the others better be closer than us I swear. I’m not losing again.” Your sibling said, batting aside a tree branch with her crackling staff. 

“Yeah. I’m sick of having to listen to Castellan gloat.” You sighed, although the noise was more fond than anything else. 

Clarisse rolled her eyes at your inability to keep him out of a conversation. 

Then, there was a sudden noise of people crashing through the trees. You both raised your weapons, ready to defend yourselves, when you realised that they wore red helmets and were in fact, your siblings. 

“Oi, Clarisse, we heard some of them talking that they’ve got the flag down at the creek! And that brat Jackson’s guarding it!”

You noticed the way Clarisse’s eyes filled with anger (and a little bloodlust). 

“You keep going,” She said, “I’ll check it out with them.” She then patted you on the back and spun around, sprinting off into the woods. 

“DUMBASS! IT’S PROBABLY A TRAP!” You yelled, cupping your free hand to your mouth, but either she didn’t hear you, or she didn’t care, because she gave no response. 

You sighed, unable to believe how gullible your sister could be sometimes. But, you had nothing better to do than keep searching for the flag, so you kept walking, slashing through the undergrowth with your sword as you went.  

Eventually you felt like you had covered the entire forest, and at a certain point you weren’t entirely sure if you were still in enemy territory or not. 

That was until Luke Castellan burst into the clearing holding your flag. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” He smirked. 

“Asshole.” You snapped, immediately leaping at him, sword in hand, just as you had during sparring that morning. God he loved your temper. 

You then began to battle one another with even more zeal than earlier, your slashes quicker and your blows harder as you moved. It was strange the way you two sparred, it was like as soon as you were in combat you forgot that he was your closest friend and that you would die for him in a heartbeat. Instead all you could think about was winning. 

He was so annoyingly graceful as he moved, each swish of his sword perfectly calculated to hit at a certain spot, each block and parry almost perfectly executed. 

Of course, your anger at his flawless technique was only further intensified when you realised that one: he didn’t have a shield, and two: he was holding his sword in his non-dominant hand, with the flag in his dominant one. 

You ground your teeth at that. How could you expect to ever beat him if he held his own so easily? Whenever you watched Luke Castellan fight, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was a son of Hermes, and not a son of Athena or Ares.

And, as always, he defeated you eventually. 

He threw a blow at you that you couldn’t quite block, and the force of it sent you toppling backwards, and landing on your ass. He quickly lunged down too, pinning you to the floor and holding his sword to your throat, so close that it almost broke skin. 

“Do you surrender?” He asked, grinning smugly down at you, and you couldn’t help but notice just how close his face was to yours. 

“Never.” You spat, furrowing your eyebrows at him. 

He sighed fondly, before moving upwards to press a quick kiss to your forehead and saying, “You’re so cute, y’know that?” 

Now it was your turn to be left malfunctioning, your face bright red with astonishment as he leapt off of you, and ran away into the forest, leaving you behind, on the floor, and completely and utterly frozen. 

And then you came back to your senses, pushing yourself off the floor and chasing after him. 

“LUKE CASTELLAN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” You screamed, sprinting through the woods as fast as you could, but you knew there was nothing you could do to catch up, and you could faintly hear him laughing as those stupid long legs carried him over into friendly territory. 

*

It appeared that a lot had happened during that game of capture the flag. 

Luke had gotten your flag, and was about to go over and taunt Clarisse about it, but he immediately saw that she was even angrier than usual, and seemed genuinely upset. 

He quickly went over to ask Annabeth what was going on, watching as you ran over to console her. 

“Percy broke her staff.” She said, pointing to the shattered piece of wood in Clarisse’s right hand. 

Luke winced. He knew how precious the girl was about that staff; it was the only token she had from her father. He was surprised Percy was even still breathing right now. 

“Wait, where is Percy?” Luke asked.

“With Chiron. He got claimed.”

“What? By who-?”

“Posiedon.”

The boy’s jaw dropped. 

“You’re joking. No fucking way.”

“Tell me about it. He could be the one, Luke.” The younger girl said, her voice quiet and hopeful. 

“Hm. He could be. Don’t get your hopes up too high though, yeah?” 

Annabeth sighed, but nodded nonetheless. 

Luke then gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, before beginning to walk away, intending to get a shower in before dinner, but Annabeth quickly stopped him in his tracks. 

“Where are you going? It’s dinner, silly!” 

“What, no it’s not-” 

“Yes, it is. Campfire tonight, remember? Early dinner? C’mon, you’ve only been here for what, five years?” 

Luke groaned, and suddenly all the adrenaline from Percy being claimed, and from winning capture the flag melted away, as he remembered the deal he had made with Chris the night before. 

He traipsed behind the daughter of Athena on the way to the dining pavilion, suddenly dreading the rest of the evening. 

As the pair entered the building, a cheer went up from the Hermes and Athena table, a few of their respective siblings rushing over to give them pats on the back and congratulations for their efforts. 

Luke laughed along with them, eventually being dragged away from his sister to his own table. 

Then dinner began, and it was as loud and raucous as usual, maybe even more so coming off the back of a capture the flag victory. But Luke was unusually quiet, pushing his food around his plate and taking the odd sullen bite. He could feel Chris’ eyes on him, probably pissed off he was sulking again, but he didn’t really care. 

He could also feel another gaze on him, and he looked up, expecting it to be you, giving him a feeble glare or mouthing some stupid insult. But instead it was the girl from the Demeter table, twisting a lock of hair around her finger and smiling sweetly at him. 

The boy felt slightly disappointed, but masked it with a grin of his own, winking at the girl before returning to his food. 

He felt that strange sinking feeling in his stomach as he continued to eat, but decided to push it away. What choice did he have? It’s not like you’d ever reciprocate his feelings, so maybe Chris was right and he should give someone else a chance. Besides, how bad could it be?

*

As it turned out, it could be really bad. 

Ok, maybe that was an overstatement. Really boring was probably more accurate. 

As soon as they got to the campfire, Chris disappeared, but not before practically shoving Luke down beside the girl from Demeter, who let out a high-pitched giggle as he fell into her slightly. 

And gods he wished he hadn’t agreed to his friends stupid plan. Because he then had to spend the rest of the evening being obnoxiously flirted with. And sure, she was nice, and quite pretty, but not in the way that mattered. 

She didn’t take his breath away like you did. He couldn’t imagine searching for her face in a crowd. The whole thing was just dull. 

And her laughter was grating. Really grating. There was no way she thought he was that funny, especially when he was giving mostly one word responses. 

They had nothing in common. She liked lounging about in fields, playing games and making flower crowns, whereas Luke couldn’t think of anything worse. He’d much rather spend an afternoon sparring, or at archery, or even swimming in the lake. 

All the things you liked to do. 

He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about you, not whilst another girl was clamouring for his attention. It was cruel. But he couldn’t help himself. 

And eventually he gave in, switching off from the conversation and settling for observing you through the flames. 

Your hair was down right now, like it only ever was at dinners and in the early morning. You lounged back comfortably on the benches, smiling lazily and joking around with Clarisse and Silena. Your face was lit up by the flickering flames, complimenting you so well, like they just wanted to be near you, close to you. He couldn’t blame them. 

And then your eyes met his across the fire, and he thought his heart was about to combust with the way you smiled at him. He recognised that smile. It was the one you reserved just for him. 

At that moment he steeled his resolve to reject this Demeter girl, grab on to you and never let go. 

But as he was about to do just that, he felt a slender hand wrap around his bicep, and he turned to the blonde girl next to him. And without any warning, she reached up and kissed him, snaking her arms up and around his neck. 

He pulled away after a second, shock written all over his face. He quickly whipped around, looking to see if you saw that, praying that you hadn’t. 

But you had. And you seemed just as shocked as he was, except there was something else in your eyes. Hurt.

Why were you hurt?

*

As you walked away from the campfire, you couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question. Why were you so hurt?

You had known for years that your pathetic crush on Luke would never amount to anything. He was just way out of your league. Perfect in every way. 

He was so smart, and kind, and funny, and well-liked, and you just couldn’t compete with that. You were rough, and mean, and cruel, and angry. Why would he love someone like you? 

 Of course, you hadn’t seen the daughter of Demeter coming. But maybe you should’ve. She was everything Luke should want in a girl, gentle, sweet, feminine. Someone fit to be a girlfriend. 

And let's face it. You were much more skilled in matters of the sword than matters of the heart. 

You had always known this day would come. Eventually you’d have to let go of your best friend and come to terms with the fact that you weren’t the most important person in his life anymore (besides Annabeth). 

So why were you so devastated?

You reasoned that it had to be the shock. Yes, it was surprising, that’s why you were reacting like this, running away from the campfire like a child, foolishly hoping that he would come running after him, when of course he wouldn’t. He’d stay with his new girlfriend. 

“Hey!” 

You whipped around, shocked to see the very boy you were just pining after running up to you. 

“What?” You asked, snapping at him slightly, and immediately regretting it as he took on the look of a kicked puppy. 

“Why’d you run away from the campfire?” 

“Just needed some air.” 

“You sure? I mean you look kinda-”

“I’m fine! Just fine! Now you can go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone!” You burst out, waving your hands around manically. 

He looked shocked by your sudden shouting, probably because you had only genuinely been angry with him about three times in your whole friendship. 

“Sorry. Just give me a minute, ok?” You said, your voice shuddering slightly. God it was pathetic, getting so worked up over a boy? You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. You then turned around and began to walk away, but didn’t get far before a hand grabbed yours pulling you back. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He said firmly.

“What?”

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even really know her name.” 

He then apparently realised how that sounded, because he quickly amended his statement. 

“Not like that. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t like her like that. She just kinda grabbed me.” 

You stammered slightly, trying to regain composure. Right now you looked like a jealous loser, and while that is what you were, you didn’t want him to see you like that. 

“Ok cool. I don’t care, y’know. Kiss whoever you want, man, not my problem!” You laughed although it was painfully strained. 

“Again, not what I’m trying to say.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. Nervous. 

“So what are you-”

“I’m trying to say I’m in love with you!” He rushed out, holding you by the shoulders and staring directly into your eyes to try and get his point across. 

“What?” You whispered, once again not able to believe your ears.

“I said I’m in love with you,” He repeated, slower this time, his voice more even, “I’ve been in love with you for so long, you have no idea. I was only talking to that girl ‘cause I thought I’d never have a chance with you. But then I realised that I don’t want some other girl. I only want you.” 

You took in a sharp intake of breath, scanning his face for any sign of insincerity. 

“You’re being serious?” You asked.

“Deadly serious.” He responded immediately, smiling sheepishly. 

You paused for a minute, before whispering, “I love you too.”

Only then did he finally make his move, holding you gently by the face and bending down to kiss you. 

And it was like a piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place. It was painfully cliche, and it felt like you were in some dumb rom com, but kissing him really was like fireworks going off all over your body. 

He clearly felt the same way, holding you by the back of the head and pulling you in further, closer, like he didn’t want to be apart from him ever again. 

Eventually you both pulled away for air, and he looked at you with a smile of pure joy, until the shock of the whole situation hit him. 

“Wait, so you really mean it?”

“I mean, I did just let you kiss me, didn’t I?”

“Good point. Sorry, I’m just a little surprised.”

“Fair enough. I mean, I had no idea you felt the same way.” You laughed, all the previous tension ebbing from your body. 

“What, really?” He asked, seeming genuinely surprised. 

“Yes, really! How was I supposed to know? Besides, I didn’t think I was really your type.” 

At that his eyes practically bulged out of his head in shock, more so than any other time that night.

“Not my type? You’re entirely my type! Not like it matters anyway when you're the most perfect girl I’ve ever met in my life.” 

You frowned, “Now you're just lying to me, Luke.” 

“No I’m not. You're everything I’ve ever wanted. The only girl I’ve ever wanted.” He said firmly.

You looked at him, still slightly doubtful, but he was determined to fix that. 

So he kissed you again, and suddenly all your doubts were swept away in his strong embrace as he kissed you like it was the last thing he ever wanted to do. 

“Believe me now?”

“Yeah. And, I guess you’re pretty great too.” 

He looked at you teasingly, daring you to elaborate, and for once you decided to stroke his ego. 

“Fine. You're the most handsome, funny, charming man I’ve ever met in my life.” 

That clearly satisfied him, because a wide grin wriggled its way across his face that you couldn’t help but mirror, because you both knew you meant every word.

“So does this mean you’ll give me a chance?” 

“Yes. I’d give you a hundred chances.” 

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[californiaboytoybilly]

Billy, who has only ever known a life of ‘use or be used’ comes to Hawkins, Indiana with exactly one plan.

To get the fuck back out.

But see, the problem is that that takes money. Money he definitely doesn’t have.

The first night in his new room, he doesn’t bother to unpack. No, he sits on the floor by his bare mattress and he plots.

It’s not worth the risk trying to steal from Neil. Can’t escape this shithole if he’s fucking dead. Getting a job and actually managing to keep the money without his father finding out would be… difficult.

Bored housewives would probably be willing to shell out gifts for the privilege of a quick fuck to forget their balding, miserable husbands. It wasn’t much, but it was a thought to consider.

He leaves that half finished plan open in his brain when he goes to his first day at Hawkins High, only to have the page ripped up and burned at the first sight of one Steve Harrington.

Bored and- seemingly- apathetic pretty boy with absent parents and a big house. Considerably more his type than some desperate midwest housewife with sickly sweet perfume and a simpering voice.

And clearly rich.

By the second week of classes, Billy has caught Steve’s eyes lingering on him a few too many times.

So starts what would become both the only thing that mattered to him, and the worst thing he’d ever do.

His usual charm doesn’t work on Steve, so he goes the other way. Taunts him, a bully pulling on his pigtails until one day Steve snaps and kisses him behind the gym until Billy almost forgets why he’s doing this entirely.

At first, he feels no guilt in it. They don’t talk feelings, it’s just good fucking sex and Steve apparently loves to give gifts.

Gifts that are too thoughtful. Too knowing.

First aid supplies. Clothes. Buying him expensive dinners to make up for the nights Billy was sent to his room without a bite to eat the entire day, even if he didn’t know that.

Billy starts to become more aware of his plan as the days, then months slip by. He thinks of all the times Steve has given him money for gas or other things, how Billy has lied to him. How all that money is stashed away, just waiting for a chance that he can disappear into the night like an asshole outlaw.

Steve becomes his boyfriend and the guilt sits heavy and sticky in his gut. He starts to second guess what he’s been doing.

Billy doesn’t say he’s in love, not even when Steve does. He knows he is- has fought against it with every fibre of his being the whole fucked up way down- but he can’t bring himself to say it when his escape is on the horizon.

He comforts himself by telling himself Steve will forget about him. Move on and marry some docile stay-at-home wife who wouldn’t push his buttons the way Billy did.

But then, late one night, Steve says it again while he’s pressing Billy down into the mattress. And Billy- emotionally taken apart by a particularly bad day at home- crumbles. His eyes fill with tears and he says it back in a fit of weakness. The first time he’s ever said those words to someone.

I love you too.

That’s when his plan starts to fall apart. It’s become annoyingly apparent that he can’t escape this. Doesn’t want to. Steve has become his escape.

So even though it feels like pulling teeth, he starts to empty his stash. He buys Steve gifts now, because spending it on him makes him feel less vile. Takes Steve out on dates.

He finally feels a sense of relief when it’s gone, even if he says goodbye to California mournfully in the same thought.

It’s easier to be around Steve after that, even if a trace of the guilt always lingers. Easier to say he loves him when he isn’t constantly ready to say goodbye. Easier to open up to him.

He finally tells Steve the truth about Neil, and the first thing Steve does is offer him a place in his home if he needs to run.

Billy loves him. He feels free for the first time in his life. He’s happy.

And that’s when Steve finds out the truth.

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[oneshlut]

Oh my God.

I had a very funny and slightly strange idea...

Imagine that there is mutual sympathy between the reader and Jax. In short, Jax have crush on reader, but the reader... don’t know it (or just don’t see it.)

So, a new person appears in the circus. It doesn't matter who it is, what it is, what their name is, etc.

So, newbie and the reader became very close friends. I mean, sometimes spending the night in the same room, hugging, holding hands...(I mean friends not like lovers)

Look, I just want to see Jax get jealous, okay...?

Thank youuu🫶💋❤️

A/N: awwwww we love a jealous jax,,, thanks a bunches for requesting!! i've been getting OVERLOADED with requests (which is why i closed them for a while, dw, i've got a schedule goin for me now), i'm just so happy you guys enjoy my works!! yesyes, enjoy! <33

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Imagine: Reader gets a bit too close to a new character, and Jax gets jealous. How does he respond?

You and Jax have always been close. Everyone in the circus knew this. Mainly because you were partners in crime, pranking everyone in sight together.

Jax would never admit it--not to you--but he had always enjoyed your company. You didn't think of him as some 2-dimensional asshole, but rather someone who actually had a life before. He felt.. seen.

On good days, you'd spend a bit of time in his room with him, chatting about nothing in particular.

Yup, I'm lying. The two of you gossiped about everyone all day. Bantering, teasing, joking.. Jax found himself growing increasingly fond of you. Eventually, he had put his full trust in you.

One day, a new sucker joins the circus. It happens every now and then, but not often, so he finds himself intrigued. Apparently, not as much as you were.

You and the new person became friends immediately. Jax is glad you were able to find someone to relate to, as you were both still pretty new.

Doesn't think much of the two of you at first. He's not immediately jealous, don't worry, his confidence is still intact.

So you start spending more and more time with them. Jax does miss you, but he's, again, not that fragile. He doesn't really care, neither does he care to know the person's name that you started spending all your time with.

He will get slightly more antsy around you, though. Doesn't ask you to join in on pranks anymore, since he thinks you're too busy. Okay, he's just dragging himself away from you at this point.

Jax will watch from afar as you and your friend chit chat and what not.. hoping you still cared for him, and then he just happens to spot the two of your hands were interlocked with eachother.

Surprisingly, that wasn't his final straw. Although, when you had talked to him earlier, he was much more tense with you. He forced laughs, and had a constant envious glint in his eyes.

He would've been fine, if you had just went up, introduced yourself to the new fella, and went on to your day. You could've stayed in a safe relationship with them where you only talked sometimes because of circumstance.

But that's not what happened, huh? Now, you had only spent about two minutes a day with him. And he missed you. There, he admitted it. And if he was being honest, he always wanted you and him to be something.. maybe something more. He's not too confident that's going to happen now, though. He felt overlooked.

You just now begin to notice the edge to his voice. Suddenly, he feels a lot more hostile to be around. He'd mumble about nothing in particular, be lots more rude around you. Ruder than usual, at least. And sometimes, he didn't even want to look you in the eye. Part of you thought that it was something you did.. and a small part of you thought he was just close to abstracting. But you knew him better than that. He had a better mental state than Kaufmo ever did.

One night, he decides to approach you about this. He didn't want to live in silence forever, did he? He also didn't want to.. live without you. But when he knocked on your door, his response was a hollow room.

Jax goes to Ragatha for answers, and tells him that the last she heard of you, you were on your way to the new fella's room. If anything was his last straw, this would be it.

But how else is he supposed to drag you away from them? He'd need a reason, and all he's got right now is.. either admitting he missed you, or admitting to something even more mushy and gushy. He did not feel like doing that at the moment.

Instead, it ends up accidentally slipping out in one of your conversations. Not the liking you romantically thing, but the, uh, missing you thing.

Hearing that he missed you left your heart soaring a mile a minute. I mean, sure, you were close, but.. Jax doesn't normally care for anyone. Except for.. you, apparently.

After you were able to silence the flush look on your face, you questioned him about it. He told you about how much time you've been spending with the "newbie", and how he just misses your company, is all. It didn't seem like everything, though. You decided to save that question for another conversation.

So, he was jealous? Hah, he denied it, but you knew better. You had apologized to him, and agreed to set up a prank on Zooble later that day. His voice no longer felt as tense, and you saw a glint of his usual cheeky grin coming back to him. You smiled back. Not before teasing him relentlessly about it, though.

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[lazycats-stuff]

Hi!! Can you do a Batfamily x reader where he has like magic powers and is very reserved and after he gets hurt in a fight he goes to Dick and asks for a hug and calls him his brother for the first time and dick is so happy that he gets to be the first person reader opens up to and reader ends up sleeping in Dick’s room and it’s like the first time he’s ever fully relaxed and he just feels safe with his older brother (lots of brotherly fluff basically) Thanks!!!!!

Aww... That's cute. You got it.

Summary: (Y/N) opens up to Dick.

Warnings: fluff, unspecified injury, reserved reader, Dick is just happy that (Y/N) is opening up.

Dick loves all of his little brothers. Some would say that he loved Damian more than the others, but that wasn't true. Damian was just reserved and Dick wanted him to open up to them, to not think that emotions are a weakness.

And that's when (Y/N) came. Bruce found him in a lab, being experimented on. From what Bruce could figure out about (Y/N) and the files he found, he was kidnapped from his home in a world that he couldn't even pronounce.

How the scientists knew where to look, he couldn't figure it out, but what mattered now is that (Y/N) is in a stable environment. Even with people who dress like a bat and birds.

Dick knew it would a challenge to get (Y/N) to feel comfortable. There was so much emotional turmoil in (Y/N)'s mind and he often exploded with anger.

Dick knew very well that anger was just a cover. Sarcasm too. Damian and (Y/N) have rivaled each other when it came to sarcasm. Alfred sometimes joined in and everyone tried to stay away when that was happening.

Jason thought he has died again and ended up in hell when he witnessed it for the first time. He simply turned back on his heel and walked back to his room.

Tim just looked at his coffee, assuming that it was spiked. It was either that or he just stayed up long enough to think that this is a bad hallucination.

Bruce just powered through it, getting his coffee, talking to (Y/N), trying to open up. The mere thought about training is off the table, afraid that it would trigger something.

So he called Zatanna and Doctor Fate. They are very experienced in what they do and magic teaching is not something that Bruce does with his kids. He knows a little bit about magic so what could he teach (Y/N)?

(Y/N) didn't want to show it, but he was nervous. He always masked himself with a mask of anger and sarcasm. He didn't like being taught everything about magic. More so when he was back in the lab being experimented on.

It was painful and he didn't want to think about those times. He blocked those memories to the best of his ability. Sometimes they would come when he was sleeping and he just couldn't sleep afterwards.

He felt to raw, too exposed and too vulnerable to go to bed, afraid to go to sleep in the fear of being taken once more. He knew his world, his home is destroyed. He tried to find it, but he couldn't. He couldn't go back now.

He was stuck here and there was nothing he could do. He heard about Batman from his captors and he didn't like him though to how dark he was, well, appeared to be dark. (Y/N) didn't like it a first, but then saw how strong Batman was.

No powers and more so a human. A human who fought alongside Gods and aliens. Now that is an accomplishment.

(Y/N) still remembers the day he was saved. He was weak from that day of testing and couldn't even move from the drugs he was forced to take and not to mention the fact that he overused his powers. He remembers the yelling, smell of smoke and somebody embracing him and the two flying upwards to avoid the flames.

At the time he didn't know Superman either so he was quiet and he tried to get out of his hold, but Superman held him tightly. He passed out from exhaustion and the next time he woke up was in a soft bed, where it was warm.

He was confused, but was just happy that he is nowhere near the lab. He was always tense whenever anybody came in and was sarcastic. He couldn't let his guard down. He knew that when he does drop his guard, he will be in the same situation as before.

Superman tried to talk to him, Zatanna has tried, but none of them had success. (Y/N) didn't want to open up and Bruce understood that. Bruce offered to take him home with him, where he could start his healing.

The next thing that (Y/N) knew, he was in a city that was named Gotham, in a manor outside of the city, but within the city bounds, surrounded by nature...

It was a big change for (Y/N). Add in on the fact that he got about five more people, six if you include Bruce, to live with. He wasn't a fan of people and everyone was slightly suspicious at first, but they grew to like him.

(Y/N) didn't grow to like anybody. He just tolerated them and accepted the fact that he won't be leaving this manor for a long while. He was suspicious of everyone and didn't trust them just yet. He will need to take his time trusting and everyone knew it. Dick knew it all to well.

Dick was the one who strived to get (Y/N) as comfortable as possible, doing everything in his power to do so. Damian has been a great practice for the other future siblings that may or may not be traumatized.

And emotionally reserved.

Dick helped (Y/N) with his anger outbursts. Dick knew all to well that it was just a cover for other emotions. Again, Damian. He knew that sarcasm is the best form of defense in casual situations and Dick quite enjoyed (Y/N) sarcasm. Pair it with Damian's sarcasm and you have the best sarcasm duel.

And if Alfred decides to join in... Well, then it's an absolute shitshow and it's the funniest thing ever. Tim and Jason are thinking that it's just an illusion or hallucination.

Nothing in between.

Dick laughed so hard that day that he nearly pissed himself. Dick could clearly see that (Y/N) enjoyed the banter too, but he was too proud to admit it. Damian was finally happy that somebody could match his sarcasm.

(Y/N) has been living with them for a little over a year now and Dick could see that (Y/N) got more comfortable. Zatanna and Doctor Fate were helping too and every time (Y/N) came back to the manor from the training session, he seemed more relaxed and happier.

It seemed that his nervousness slowly started fading away. Bruce was happy with himself. He had to thank Zatanna and Doctor Fate for allowing (Y/N) to open up, even if it's just a little bit. (Y/N) deserves a happy life, just like any normal human. Well, any being deserves to be happy.

Not just humans. Even magical creatures.

Since six months ago, (Y/N) had started going on patrol with them. He used his powers as his weapon and (Y/N) had to admit, it was fun. It's a lot of fun with the others, but (Y/N) was still reserved in his communications.

Dick saw that (Y/N) was getting more and more relaxed whenever they were just on and about in the city. Damian made sure to show (Y/N) his spots where Damian feeds the strays. And of course, he introduced (Y/N) to his strays.

It was all fun until tonight. It was a tough night from the start. The rouges were acting up from the beginning and there were kidnappings, robberies Riddler's shit and (Y/N) hated the fact that he had to deal with Riddler.

He loved to solve riddles and put puzzles together, but not when the Riddler is involved. He hated the man's ego and just wanted to put him somewhere out of this city.

Then it was Penguin who was selling weapons, drugs and organizing fights. Bruce has been on him for months on end and tonight was the night to get him and it was time to put him away.

Somehow Penguin had Solomon Grundy and (Y/N) has just had enough of off everything that night. The others shared the same sentiment, but Dick tried to rally them all together to keep everyone on their A game.

It didn't work well as night progressed. Somehow Deathstroke got involved, saying he got paid to so and (Y/N) wanted to rip his head off. Bruce took care of Deathstroke, although it was a difficult fight, he still won.

Most of the Gotham Rouges were in prison, including Deathstroke. Bruce was only thankful that Joker is not out and about. He thanked God at one point. He didn't have any stamina for anymore at this point and adrenaline has slowly been slowing down.

Slowly but steadily.

(Y/N) has felt it too. When adrenaline slowly vanished, (Y/N) could feel it deep in his bones. His body ached and then he noticed a stab wound. It wasn't deep, but it still hurt and throbbed.

It burned a little bit too, but all in all it was manageable. (Y/N) didn't let everyone know when they got back, but he went to his room to patch himself up. He didn't feel that comfortable to let someone dress his wounds.

He can do it himself, but... He didn't want to be alone tonight. The night has been draining mentally and he is beyond exhausted. Beyond. He used his powers too much and he just needed some rest.

He thought about going to Dick and his room. Will Dick accept him for going? Will he allow him to sleep in the bed with him? Well, he will get over the fear of rejection and go see Dick.

And that's what he did. He healed his wound before going and then walked down the hall. He knocked before entering. Dick looked up from his phone with a brow raised.

" What's up (Y/N)? " Dick asked.

" Can I stay with you tonight? " (Y/N) asked shyly and Dick nodded, scooting over, raising the covers. (Y/N) closed the door and just laid down next to Dick, who cocooned him into the covers. (Y/N) silently hugged Dick and Dick was over the moon.

(Y/N) is finally fully relaxed, both mentally and physically. Dick wanted to coo at him, but choose not to. He didn't want to ruin the moment with his cooing.

" Thanks Dick. For making me feel like your brother. " (Y/N) admitted and Dick melted inside.

It took everything in him not to lose it and outright coo at (Y/N). Every fiber of his being.

#dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader #fluff #minor angst

[phantom-z0ne]

Serendipity

"Billy wasn't sure what the creature ransacking his train car was.” Alternatively, Billy feeds a stray and ends up with a roommate.

WC: 1215

Serendipity (n): the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

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Billy wasn't sure what the creature ransacking his train car was. Granted, the train car wasn't in the most hidden place ever, but he had made sure to ward it against most creatures. The ward would have made one unable to see the train, and if they somehow saw it anyways, they would have been turned around. He usually was pinged if anything passed his wards, which was why he was so blindsided to see something moving around in his train car. It seemed that this one had slipped through his protections. 

The creature was strange and almost hard to look at directly. Its blinding white hair moved independent from the wind and twined around its long, pointed, mint colored ears. It was also small, small enough that Billy thought it could comfortably fit into his cupped hands, and wearing some sort of skin tight suit, black with a stripe of silver along its torso. Or what appeared to be its torso, Billy couldn't really tell when its lower body faded into a long tail.

From his perspective, it seemed to be rummaging through where he usually hides his food, showing slivers of its white paws. Did it pass through the barriers he set because it was hungry? 

Billy approached the creature quietly, making sure not to get too close, he wouldn't want to startle it. His efforts were in vain though as the creature snapped its head towards him. It's glowing eyes like headlights, as if staring into Billy’s soul. The green in its eyes swirling hypnotically as the creature bristled at his presence. 

Billy watched, amused but vigilant, as the creature puffed up like a cat. Even going so far as to swat a couple times in his direction. So far, it was quite harmless, but the buzzing in the back of his head that he usually equated to Solomon told him to be careful.

Billy slowly dropped to his knees, mindful of the creature's reaction, and shifted his bag to his front. He shuffled through his bag and brought out the small piece of jerky he was saving for later, sliding it slowly towards the creature.

The creature tilted its head, staring at the jerky suspiciously before taking a few steps to paw at it. It apparently passed its test as it devoured the jerky surprisingly fast for its small size. While it seemed to be starving, thankfully it didn't reflect onto its body. It wasn't gaunt or thin, but actually quite plump. Perhaps it just didn't eat for a day or two? 

Billy took a small step forward, then a few more when he realized the creature was focused on eating. “So,” He began softly, the creature startling as if it was just realizing he was so close. “What are you doing here, little guy?”

It stared at him silently before once again tilting its head. It was cute, Billy realized. The chubby cheeks and button nose paired with big, shiny eyes made it endearing to look at. His expression melted slightly as he took a closer look at the creature.

The creature's ear flicked as it padded up to him, paws on Billy’s knees. It let out an unintelligible sound, layered and harsh to Billy's ear, yet somehow melodious. Billy blinked, not expecting that noise. The creature looked at him almost expectantly, eyes shining brightly.

Billy hesitantly brought his knuckles closer to the creature, feeling its cold nose as it sniffed him. It was clearly unimpressed and trilled for more food. Billy chuckled under his breath as he brought another piece of jerky to the needy creature. It gobbled it up swiftly, looking up at him and once again begging for more, its eyes almost sparkling.

Billy folded under the cuteness overload and retrieved a sandwich from his bag, splitting it in half. He was worried that it would eat more than it could handle if he kept feeding it. He knew very well what that felt like.

The creature blinked at him, once, twice, before giving him a small, pleasant trill and headbutted his fingers. Billy cautiously set his hand over its silky hair? Fur? All he knew was that it felt divine, though not in the godly way. 

“What are you?” Billy asked as he wove his fingers through its hair, genuinely curious on what species the creature was. He had inputted a lot of creatures in his ward but he had no clue what this one was. The tingling at the back of his head spoke otherwise, Solomon knowing very well what it was. He could transform and ask Solomon, since he couldn't really speak to him unless he was Captain Marvel, but that would just scare the creature.

It gave him a look before resuming its lunch, finishing it in record time. Apparently, it deigned him worthy of its presence on his lap as it kneaded his legs then curled up onto them. The purring surprised him, pausing when the creature gave him an impatient look when he halted his ministrations on its hair.

He resumed, of course. Why wouldn't he? It was a nice reprieve from fighting villains as Captain Marvel and watching out for himself when he was on the streets. It was just a quiet moment between him and the strange creature that broke into his home. 

…He hadn't realized how lonely he was before this. 

He had friends, of course. Freddy, Tawky Tawny, and the Justice League. But… this just wasn't the same. As good as a friend Freddy was, he doubted that he would be willing to just sit and enjoy each other's company silently. Freddy was a huge superhero fan and couldn't help but talk about them in excitement. Not to mention his analyses on Billy’s techniques as Captain Marvel.

The Justice League wasn't any better. They had a professional relationship, thinking of him more as a coworker than a friend. The times he tried to deepen their friendship by inviting them out, he was unfortunately turned down. It seemed that they got along better when they were in battle than not.

Billy usually went to Tawky Tawny for advice, but Tawky Tawny never turned down the opportunity to just spend time in the other’s company. Unfortunately, those times were far and few between, usually because Tawky Tawny was traveling or busy with something else. 

With this creature— he’d have to name it eventually, Billy thought absently—all that was expected of him was companionship, nothing more.

Billy felt a cool paw pat his face, the creature looking up at him concerned. His eyes widened before he let out a huff, ruffling its hair. The creature let out a disgruntled chuff and phased through his hands then batted at them, settling down once more on his lap once it was done. 

It hadn't been with him long, all he had done was give it some food, and it was already trying to comfort him. Admittedly, it wasn't the best comfort, it stopped once he focused on it, but it wasn't something he expected from a creature he met not an hour ago.

Billy smiled, eyes soft. Perhaps it could stay, if only for a while.

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Whipped this up in a couple hours while trying to get out of my funk 

Thanks for reading!!

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Ao3

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[baileypie-writes]

I was wondering if you could do some velvet x fem reader Angst with a fluffy ending, maybe velvet and y/n are both movie stars and a Interview tries to get with y/n and velvet gets all sad and cries and stuff

A/N ~ Sure! I had a lot of fun with this. I hope you enjoy it!

~I Don’t Like Him Like That~

Velvet x Fem!Movie Star!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Crushes to Relationship

Synopsis: You get asked out, and Velvet assumes her feelings for you are one-sided. However, that’s not the case.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, minor angst, a man making Reader feel uncomfortable, crying(Velvet), Reader confessing her feelings for Velvet, Veneer is not present in this fic, cringey

You were breathtaking. She could barely keep her eyes off you. Velvet thought it was a crime to look that good, but there you were.

The both of you were at a red carpet event for the premier of your new movie. The movie also featured Velvet’s new song. You guys being the biggest pop star and actor meant that you two were surrounded by people. But Velvet could hardly focus on interacting with them, because her eyes would keep trailing back to you.

You and Velvet had been friends for a while. You’d met on several occasions, and became closer and closer. Velvet didn’t want to admit it, but she was down bad for you. Your personality complimented hers perfectly, and you were so fun to be around!

Finally, the crowd around Velvet had thinned out enough, so she could slither her way through it to get to you. She had to wave and call your name a few times, which was mildly frustrating, but you eventually noticed her.

“Hey, Velvet!” You said enthusiastically. Before she could greet you back, a camera man motioned for the two of you to pose for a picture. You quickly got into position. Velvet had to hide her blush as much as possible when you put your hand around your waist, pulling her closer. The camera flashed a few times, and the camera man gave a thumbs up, signaling that he was done.

“Hey (name).” Velvet finally said. She wasn’t prepared for when you suddenly hugged her tightly, so her blush became a little more prominent. She loosely returned the hug.

“So, what did you think?” You asked, pulling away. You were referring to the movie, as the viewing had just finished.

“It was pretty good. Especially the scene where my song was playing.” Velvet said, gesturing to herself proudly.

You laughed. “Hey would you do me a favor and get me a drink? All these lights are making me hot!” You said, fanning yourself. Usually, Velvet would be the one having people get things for her, but she was just so eager to please you.

“Sure. Be right back!” She waved, and made her way to the food table. She poured a glass of water, since you didn’t ask for a specific drink. As she made her way back to you, she saw an interviewer interacting with you. She slowed her walking, and started listening to your conversation.

“Aren’t you a real beauty tonight, Miss (name)? Not that you aren’t all the time, haha!” His hand was on your shoulder, and he was very close to you. You didn’t seem bothered at all, though.

“Well thank you, Mister Zephyr. You’re too kind.”

“Oh please, Miss (name), call me Zeph.” He continued to flirt. Velvet felt anger built up in her. Who did that man think he was? But her anger subsided, and her heart sank at what you did next.

You layed your hand on top of his, and looked into his eyes. “Okay, well then you can just call he (name)!” Then you laughed. Your beautiful laugh. The one that always made Velvet’s heart happy. She felt her eyes start to water.

She rushed over to you, and basically shoved the drink into your hands. You tried to ask what was wrong, but she avoided eye contact. Velvet fled the main room, and made her way to a bathroom.

She cried. A lot. She felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest. You looked so happy talking to that man. The look you gave him was so sweet and genuine. She had no chance against Zephyr.

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You had finally squeezed your way out of the crowd. You had to know what happened with Velvet. She looked so upset. You followed the direction you saw her leave in, but someone was still following you.

“Hey (name)! Where are you going?” Zephyr asked.

“I’m trying to find Velvet. She just left, and I-“

“Oh, you can worry about her later.” He interrupted, grabbing your hand. “Why don’t you and I grab some champagne and get out of here? We could hang out in my car, just the two of us, what do you say?”

You were disgusted. You had tried your best to be nice to this man, even when he got uncomfortably close to you without your consent. Now, he completely ignored your ambitions, and tried to get you to go out with him.

You whipped your hand out of his. “I’m sorry, Zephyr, but I’m just not interested. What I am interested in is finding my friend. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave me be.” You quickly turned away, and continued what you were doing.

You had found a bathroom, and could faintly hear sobs on the other side of the door. You recognized that they belonged to Velvet.

You knocked on the door. “Vels? Are you okay? What happened?”

“Nothing! I’m fine!” She snapped back. “Why do you care anyway? Just go hang out with that guy. He seemed pretty interested in you.”

“Who, Zephyr? C’mon, Vels! I know you know that I can do better than that. Plus, he’s annoying. You’re much more fun to hang out with!”

The sobbing stopped. “Really? But you seemed so… happy with him.”

You sighed. “Yeah. I have to be that way with everyone. I don’t wanna seem rude. But I guess that backfired, because that made him think I was in love with him or something.” You laughed nervously.

There were a few moments of silence. Then, you decided to gather all your courage, and say something that’s been on your mind for a long time.

“So yeah, I don’t like him like that. But there is someone I do like.”

Velvet’s heart sank once again. She barely had any oxygen left in her lungs from crying to respond. “Who?”

“She’s on the other side of this door.” You nervously laughed. There was more silence, but it was eventually broken by the sound of the door unlocking.

It opened, and revealed Velvet. Her mascara was running down her face, and she had the most shocked expression you’ve ever seen. Without hesitating, you cupped her face, and kissed her. You felt relieved when she kissed back.

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You had helped Velvet get cleaned up, and you both decided that you’ve had enough of this event. You walked through the main room, towards the exit, hand in hand. People tried asking you questions, but you politely rejected them. All you cared about was getting to spend time with your new girlfriend.

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Hiya!

So sunday was my bday - and i was wondering if you had any sort of head cannons about Az - idk if this makes sense - like being posessive with a slightly insecure reader. Like say they are at a resturant or something and some is being rude to you and Az is just like 'Nah thats my girl' type vibe yk?

Sorry for always rambling.

Always much love and support through the days!

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Hello my lovely devoted reader 🍸!!!

I am so sorry for the late reply! I hope you had the most amazing birthday!!

And please let me know what you think, hopefully you liked this and it met your expectations! 

Okay, so let's be so clear, Azriel is the most protective of the bat boys towards his mate. Like Cassian is always showing off his girl, and Rhys doesn't even feel the need to be protective because first off, he knows that they can take care of themselves and take anyone down, but also because he is so freaking cocky, he just knows that no one would be able to steal them away.

But Az?? Azriel is a protective to the max. He always has been and he always will be. Part of that comes from his Illyrian roots, and the intrinsic need to protect you. But also, he is secretly fearful that you would find someone else who is better than him. Because in his mind, he doesn't deserve someone as perfect as you. He doesn't deserve someone as beautiful, kind, elegant, funny, and intelligent as you. Another part of his protectiveness stems from the fact that you are his mate. His. The spymaster of the night court. Darkness incarnate. He has made many enemies throughout his five centuries of living. Enemies that would do just about anything to see his downfall, even if it means hurting an innocent female, especially if that means hurting the one person Azriel cannot live without, you.

And so...

He is silently always watching. When you are in the same room, he soaks in your presence, and cannot force himself to look away. Because you are the most stunning creature that he has ever met. Because you are the love of his life.

He also has ordered one of his shadows to constantly be around you. And he thinks you haven't noticed, but of course you have. You know your mate. You know his tendencies to be protective. You know the fears that he holds close to his chest, hidden away from everyone, even his brothers, but impossible to hide from you.

And honestly...

You don't mind the protectiveness. You actually bask in it.

You adore the little shadow that follows you around. It has become your silent friend who helps you with whatever task you are working on. Once, you were cooking dinner for you and Az, and the glass bowl slipped from your hands. Had his shadow not been there, the bowl would have shattered into thousands of little pieces. But the shadow was there. And in an attempt to protect you from any harm, it caught the bowl, lifting it back to your hands. And since then, anytime you ask the shadow to do something for you, it will.

You adore the way that Az stares at you. How he eyes you up and down in whatever it is that you chose to wear for the day. How you are the first person he looks for when he enters a room. How his gaze remains focused on you, even while in conversation with someone else. How he looks at you like you have placed every star in the sky. 

Before Azriel, you struggled with the way you looked.

But with him...

With him... with the way he glares at any male who has the gall to speak to you. With the way he practically worships the ground that you walk on. With the way his hazel eyes glow with reverence every time he catches your gaze. With the way he kisses you, so softly, so gently, with his hands cupping your cheeks and pulling you flush against him. With the way he touches you like you are holy, like you are a goddess that has graced him with your blessings. With the way he makes love to you, slow and smooth at first, savoring your scent, your body, your kisses. With the way it always devolves into desperation, into longing, into an ache that builds and builds and builds until saccharine release that floods the bond that ties your hearts and souls together. 

Release that has his pupils blown so wide, the depths of his iris’ disappear. Release that has his breathe stolen from him, gasping puffs of air against your lips. Release that has his entire body quivering, and his wings flaring to span across the bed. 

With him, you can’t help but feel like the Mother took her time creating you, perfecting you for the most handsome mate. Azriel stole almost every drop of insecurity that stains your self image. So rarely do you now experience the dark inkling of doubt in yourself. So rarely. 

But it does happen once every blue moon. 

And every time it does, Azriel is right there with you. Right in your corner. Slipping in murmurs of compliments and praise every chance he can get. Having his shadows curl around the curves of your body, and playing with your hair before tugging you towards their master so he can hold you in a tight embrace. Pressing soft kisses onto every inch of exposed skin you grace him with that day. And just like that, the small flame of insecurity flickers out. 

Only today... 

Today, Azriel was out on a mission all day, and would be meeting you at Mariana’s, the diner the shadowsinger took you to after you finally agreed to a date with him, “Just give me one night doll, just one, and I promise I will change your mind about me,” he murmured into your ear as he swayed your body against his on Starfall. That date had been the single event that solidified your feelings towards the powerful male. And since then, every month, you would meet at Mariana’s to share a milkshake like you had that night. 

Today, Azriel hadn’t been here to comfort you as you feel into a spiral of insecurity. His pulses of love down the bond were met with a wall of self doubt that you were holding tight. The dress that Azriel had bought you months ago was just not fitting you right. The way it clung to your hips felt awkward as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Eventually, you had moved to fixing your hair and smearing on a sheer lip stain, and even that hadn’t worked out as you had hoped. Your hair decided to not cooperate today, and your lip stain had only melted into the inner parts of your lips, making your mouth seem much smaller than it was. Despite not feeling good about the way you were looking, you knew in your heart that Az would look at you as though you were the center of his universe, and that soothed the dull ache as you placed the sapphire earrings on. 

You clutched at the wool of your colbat blue overcoat that matched the spymasters siphons, briskly walking through the rainbow to meet at the little table seated out in the corner of the patio, letting the wind brush through your hair. Azriel’s shadow followed dutifully behind you, snaking through the dark corners of the walkway. Unsurprisngly, the diner was packed to the brim, flowing with regulars and new customers. Mariana’s milkshakes were that of legend. You peaked above the heads that were seated, trying to spot the wavy onyx hair that belonged to your mate, but came up empty. You had shown up fifteen minutes early, and knowing your mate, he would likely show up in five. You both had a habit of showing up to your little excursions early, too excited to see one another again. And this time, you had chosen to meet right after his scheduled mission debrief with Rhys and Cass. 

You silently seated yourself at the table, resting your chin into the palm of your hand as the tiny shadow slithered around the restaurant, taking note of all the patrons who were within 50 feet of you. Your fingers stroked the checkered fabric that was placed over the table as you waited for your mate, content with the quiet chatter around you as a distraction from the excitement of finally being in Az’s arms again. 

You already knew how this would go. He, in his spymaster fashion, silent as the darkness that encompasses him in warm comfort, would seat himself in the chair right next to you instead of the one in front of you. You already knew he would card his scarred fingers through your hair, gently tugging you into a warm kiss before sliding your chair by the bottom right up to his. You already knew he would then wrap his arm around the back of your chair, allowing for his warmth that he seems to radiate to seep into your chilled skin, before signaling the waiter to come take your order. That is how things always go between you. That is how it has always gone between you. 

So you certainly weren’t expecting for this random male to slide into the chair across from you. 

And you certainly weren’t expecting for him to reach out and grab a hold of your wrist with his cold, slightly wet palm from what you could only hope was sweat. 

Startled by the sudden contact from a male who was practically a stranger, you gasped trying to yank your arm out of his hold, “Excuse me.” 

But the blonde males grip on you was tight. Unrelanting. “You’re excused sexy,” he smirked at you, leaning in closer to your face with all sense of personal space apparently gone, the alcohol in his breath wafted into your nose had you nearly gagging. “What’s a gorgeous lady like yourself sitting her all alone looking pretty?” he jeered at you, ignoring the obvious discomfort that was strained across your face. The cold whisper of Azriel’s shadow had wrapped around your wrist, helping you in the effort to pull your arm away as you calmly replied, “I’m here with my mate. Leave me alone.”

His smirk dropped at your statement, a dangerous glint flashed across his blue eyes that had darkened into ice, “I’m just talkin’ to you, you stupid bint. You think you’re better than me?” The grip he had on your wrist tightened, nearly cutting off the circulation as Azriel’s shadow shot away, seemingly to warn his master of the situation that was unfolding. Panic started to roll through you in heaves, unintentionally and unknowingly signaling Azriel through the bond.  

Finality was set in your tone as you attempted once more, this time, with much less kindness and a lot more threat laced through your words, “Let go of me right now or else-” The male cut you off, slamming your wrist he had hold of into the table, “Or else what? You know what? You’re a waste of time. Pathetic fucking whor-” 

You felt the sting of insecurity steep into you. A random male stating your deepest insecurity at fact. That you were a waste of time. That you would never be good enough. Not for Azriel, your wonderful perfect mate. 

You didn’t have time to respond back. You didn’t have time to process the emotion. You honestly didn’t even see what really happened. One second, the male was belittling you so close, you could feel drops of his spit marring your skin. 

The next, the male was screaming bloody murder as darkness swarmed you. 

What brought undeniable terror to the male had brought you utter comfort and peace as shadows began dancing around you. The grip that had no doubt left bruises on your wrist, was gone. You could feel the warmth of your mate, his eucalyptus and midnight rain scent overwhelming you into a deep sense of safety. As you squinted your eyes through the mist of darkness, you could barely make out truth teller sticking in through the males hand and into the wood of the table that was covered by the checkered cloth. You could feel the rage radiating off your mate as his shadows dissapatted, allowing you and every other patron seated close to watch as the spymaster brought down his wrath on this male. 

“Or else me,” Az’s voice was deepened into a void. A shiver shot down your spine at the display of power that was sending pools of attraction at the apex of your thighs. “She is mine. Mine. My mate. How dare you speak to her? How dare you lay your flithy fucking hands on her, you insolent fool?” Any cockiness the drunk male had displayed was gone, sobered from the pain of the spymaster’s dagger slammed through his hand and into the table, trapping him in his own blood that was pouring out of the wound. One of your mates hands was clutching the truth teller by the hilt so tight, his scarred knuckles were pure white. The other hand was locked at the males neck, choking him in place as he stammered out apologies and pleas for mercy that were ignored by darkness incarnate. 

A sudden gust of wind from your left with a resounding thump had you shifting your gaze away from the scene that was unfolding, to Cassian approaching you, Azriel, and the male wearing the mask of general to the night court. His large hand squeezed your shoulder softly before he leaned over to murmur something into Azriel’s ear. At first, your mate didn’t budge from his position, too focused on the now crying male. Only after sending a tug down your bond did his attention snap towards you. 

He wrenched truth teller from the males hand, another scream resounding as Cassian made quick work of knocking the male out with a hard punch to the jaw, and then throwing the male over his shoulder to fly away to the jail where he would await interrogation and subsequent punishment. 

Azriel stayed focused on you, completely unbothered by the male, darting his eyes up and down your figure to check for any injuries. He reached out a shaking hand, hesitating as if he were scared you feared him after seeing what he was capable of. Silly male. 

You smiled at your mate, clasping your fingers through his to rub at the thickened skin, bringing his hand up to press in soft kisses. He pulled you out of your chair, swiftly sliding his arms to wrap around your waist, lifting you up off the ground to where you instinctivly wrapped your legs around his waist. 

He shot through the sky, his grip on you solid and warm, grounding almost. Any insecurities that had been creeping through your mind slowly began to slip away as he whispered words of comfort into your ear, only to be heard by you, his shadows, and the stars that lined the sky. When you reached your home, his grip on you hadn’t loosened until he was tossing you onto the bed, immediately following your flying form and dropping his body on yours. 

His hands stroked at your cheeks and hair, “Are you okay doll? I could feel the panic through the bond and I nearly ripped the fools head off when your shadow told me what was happening.” You hummed, nudging your nose against his as you nodded, soaking in the attention your mate was giving you, preening at the strokes of love and overprotectiveness he was sending down the bond. “I’m fine Az, really.” 

But your mate is your mate. He is also the spymaster of one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful, courts in Prythian. Nothing slips past him, especially where you are concerned. He could read you like an open book. He could sense your emotions like they were his own. 

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, he said was true. You aren’t a waste of space. You are the definition of utter perfection. And he was pathetic to think you would use any of your valuable time on him,” you scoffed out a laugh at the gentle words of your mate, but he only pressed his forehead further into yours, his lips brushing against your chapped lips as he continued, “You are mine. My mate. and I am yours. Only yours. No matter how undeserving I may be, the mother has given you to me. And me to you. I love you more than words could describe. The constant awe that I feel around you is beyond any phrase I could use. Every day, I find a new reason to fall for you.” 

He locked his lips to yours in a firm kiss, leaning back only a couple of centimeters after a moment, “Darling, I am so in love with you. I have always been in love with you. And I will always be in love with you.”

And just like that, the sneaky spymaster had stolen every ounce of chilling self doubt and insecurity, replacing it with the warmth of his love, “I am in love with you too Azriel,” you murmured into his plump lips, pecking them after every whispered word. 

AHHHH okay what did you think?!?! Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Please like, reblog, and comment! I always love the interaction, and as always I am so happy and thankful for all the support I do receive. I hope that you all took your medications, had something to eat, and took a sip of water. 

And again, to my devoted beautiful lovely 🍸, I hope you enjoyed. And Happy belated birthday my sweet <3

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🎵 Whoooo wants a nice little short 'n sweet post-Prime one shot with Sonic and Tails and some angst and also fluff and cuddles and nightmares and sadness and cuteness and the implementing of that one headcanon from the post I made about Sonic getting more cuddly and clingy when he's hurt or upset??? 🎵

Sonic Prime - Healing Hugs

Something had happened in the cave with Sonic. Tails was absolutely certain of it.

At first, it had just been pleasant changes, pleasant surprises. Sonic had suddenly switched to being a 100% team player, had started paying attention to each and every thing Tails instructed, and seemingly communicated with Shadow just as the Ultimate Lifeform arrived out of nowhere to Chaos Control the Paradox Prism to who-knows-where.

Then there had been the more weird changes.

Every time Tails opened his mouth, Sonic would drop everything to listen to every word with laser focus, even if it was about something as simple as what he was going to get for dinner or some cool comics he'd read. He was giving a lot more hugs, too, far more than usual. Sonic used to be a lot more selective about physical affection, but now, Tails couldn't seem to get through 30 minutes of a day without his older brother scooping him up in an embrace, however brief. Not that he was complaining, it was nice.

He kept catching the hedgehog lying around in the grass, fingering the green leaves with utter delight in his eyes. Once he found him on the beach, sitting in a palm tree and singing some kind of pirate-y sounding song. Another time he found him wandering slowly around the woods nearby, talking to the flickies about how pretty the trees were.

Something was off, but Tails couldn't put his finger on it. From his perspective, he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary happen during the battle in the cave, but Sonic's change in behavior made it painfully obvious something had.

Especially when the more negative changes started manifesting.

Not negative in a sense that Sonic was doing anything wrong. But he seemed . . . a little rattled. Some of his hugs were far more than just quick side squeezes. Sometimes he'd stare at Tails with an oddly pensive, faraway look in his eyes.

In bed, one night about a week after the cave incident, Tails found himself tossing and turning. These thoughts were driving him up the wall with how often they'd been occupying his mind lately.

He wanted so badly to sit down with Sonic and ask him what happened. He knew something had happened. But whether Sonic was willing to talk about it was another question entirely. He knew something was different, but he also knew his brother. Sonic didn't like uncomfortable conversations. If he felt unsafe, he would run.

Tails knew better than to confront him with questions that Sonic would likely not want to answer. If he'd wanted to tell Tails what was going on, what was different, he probably would've told him already.

With an exhausted sigh, Tails gave up trying to sleep and sat up in bed, casting a quick glance at the digital clock on his nightstand.

3:47 a.m.

Great. Even when I'm not working on a project, I STILL end up sleep-deprived. He smirked. At least Sonic can't get ticked at me this time, it's not my fault.

Speaking of the Blue Devil, he was right down the hall. Conked out on the couch, where he often slept. In fact, he'd been sleeping there every night for the past week.

Since he couldn't sleep, anyway, Tails slipped out of bed and crept down the hall, having memorized which boards creaked and which ones didn't. He half-hoped Sonic was awake so he'd have someone to talk to, but as he emerged into the living room, he saw his brother sound asleep, half-curled on his side.

Tails blinked and looked closer.

Sonic was asleep, but . . . he was also clinging extra tightly to his pillow. And he looked . . . incredibly stressed.

Was he having a bad dream?

Tails took a couple steps towards the couch until he stood right beside it. In past experiences where he'd found his brother having a nightmare, talking it out rarely helped. Sometimes even waking him up didn't help, either. He usually just wound up disoriented and panicking, and sometimes even ran off to deal with his feelings alone out in the wilderness.

Tails really didn't want him to leave. He also didn't want him to be alone.

He reached out and ever so gently placed his hand over Sonic's clenched fist, both ungloved.

One thing he had discovered about his brother during hard times like this was that he became more clingy. On the rare occasion he was visibly upset, he'd sometimes come up and just hug Tails without a word. When he was sick or injured somehow (and actually allowing himself to be taken care of), he tended to snuggle more. If he was in enough pain, he'd hold onto Tails as tightly as he could. Sometimes he'd do the same with their other friends, but Tails was always his go-to.

Not that it happened very often. Tails only knew these things because he'd known Sonic for most of his life. Sonic had raised him. He'd seen more of Sonic than anyone else had.

Now, he rubbed a finger over his brother's fist for a moment, then very carefully tugged the pillow out of Sonic's unconscious grasp. He set it softly on the floor, then carefully clambered onto the couch next to him, lay down, and hugged him tightly.

Without waking up, Sonic wrapped his arms around him in return and held him close, burying his face between Tails's ears with a barely audible whimper.

Tails could feel his brother's heartbeat racing, so he snuggled in closer and softly began to purr.

And, with time, he felt Sonic start to calm down.

A couple minutes went by, and his heart rate slowed down just a bit. The tension coiled throughout his entire body started to unwind, and his spiked-up quills lowered slightly in a more relaxed position. His ears were still kinda droopy, but he seemed a lot more restful than he had a few minutes ago.

Tails smiled, still bundled up tightly against Sonic. And his smile only grew wider when he felt his brother start purring, too.

There was something infinitely comforting about being held, about snuggling with his brother, the person who loved him to the moon and back. The person he loved in exactly the same way. For those moments, the very problems that had been keeping Tails awake half an hour earlier seemed to fade. He was here, Sonic was here, no words were spoken or needed, and they would be okay.

Tails slept soundly for the rest of the night.

-

The sound of flickies singing from the treetops woke Sonic the next day. He blinked blearily as his eyes came into focus, and he realized that Tails had joined him sometime during the night.

Once upon a time, waking up to find him right there had made him jump. It didn't anymore.

He smiled, carefully adjusting one hand so he could stroke his little brother's bangs and give him a tiny scratch behind one ear. Tails mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, and snuggled closer in Sonic's chest.

He grinned wider. Tails hadn't been snuggly to this level in a while. Granted, he'd always been the more snuggly one of the two of them, but still. It kind of reminded Sonic of the first couple years he'd been taking care of Tails, when the kit was between 3 and 4 years old.

His smile faded a little as he thought of Nine at that age, still alone, still being bullied and hurt, with no one to save him and show him the love and care he deserved.

He could only hope that the other Shatterverse variants were showing him such kindness now. The thought that he would never get to see him again made his heart ache in a way he couldn't quell.

Sonic studied Tails's sleeping face, noting the intense similarities and differences between him and Nine. He wondered whether Nine had always existed even before the Shatter event, as a part of his little brother that Tails would never bring to light. Was it the same with Mangey and Sails?

A tiny snort escaped him against his will as he thought about whether Mangey's existence was an implication that a part of Tails just wanted to go a little feral. Sometimes he couldn't blame him.

His suppressed laugh had Tails stirring, blinking open his big blue eyes. He looked back at Sonic, grinning sleepily. "G'morning."

Sonic ruffled his bangs again, smiling as Tails giggled. "G'morning, little buddy."

Stop calling me that!

He froze at the memory of Nine's angry shout, and Tails clearly saw it.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a gentle, inquiring frown, slowly sitting up.

Sonic sighed as he sat up as well, leaning back to stretch, then pulled his little brother close again. "I've got a story for you, bud," he admitted, deciding it was about time to open up about what had really happened in the cave.

Tails gazed up at him with surprise, but then smiled and nodded.

"I'm listening," he replied quietly.

AO3 version

Did I come up with this while hugging a giant pillow during my nap earlier today? Maybe :3

I also maybe just really wanted to implement that headcanon somewhere teehee

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Asking all what are your opinions on the Ancients?

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firstly: thank you @cloverlady and @charlottenanachi for helping me with coloring!! and @fauxbia for helping with the writing :D

This is ask #30, wowie!! I've made a couple (3) Activation Logs I'll be posting in the next few days!! There was a comic I was working on, too, but idk when that'll be done, sorry...

I don't have Activation logs for all of them on the Askblog because I feel the first three explore what I want to share right now well enough. Hopefully you guys like LOF, PU, and SLS

In the meantime, I've also updated ToyHouse bios slightly, mostly surrounding relationships.

Also, I plan to open a Discord Server focused on my OC AU very soon!! It'll be 16+, though, due to subject matter. That being said, here is another reminder to check the content warnings!! The more lorestuff I post, the more I'll be getting into sensitive and upsetting subject matter...

and once again, "architect" is just the in-universe term for "ancient."

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Zoro with a S/O who gets period cramps would probably be him yeeting them to Chopper and then come nap with you (because he gets good boyfriend points by taking a nap, what more could he ask for?) BUT what if he was being a real asshole? This is my brain rot. (because I have quite a few Zoro requests so he's on my mind :3)

afab!reader since it's period cramps, but NO PRONOUNS ARE USED so it's fairly gender neutral (like me lol).

TW's: period cramp pain, taking pain medicine, ooc Zoro, Zoro being an asshole

🍶 wc: 2k

I wanted it noted I'm a slut for Nami calling her friends "Honey" or "Darling" platonically when calming them down.

“Go fuck yourself, Roronoa”

Anger flooded your body, burning hot alongside the pain ravaging your lower abdomen and back. You glared harshly at your boyfriend, then flinched and held back a groan at the new wave of pain. You were shaking and trying not to cry, especially now that he pissed you off beyond belief.

“Hah? I don’t know why I pissed you off. Cmon it’s not that bad. My lover isn’t weak, now stop being dramatic. You’re interrupting my nap”

You couldn’t even fathom a retort, curled in a ball and unable to stand upright. And now you were stuck here. In the crows nest. With a boyfriend that has thoroughly pissed you off beyond belief.

You managed to crawl to the crows nest balcony, the effort making your breath heavier. You knew these cramps weren’t going to ease up without something to help, either heat or medicine, and neither were present in your current situation.

You used the last of your strength to SLAM the door shut behind you, curling up on the warm wood. Tears made their way over your face, and you held back a moan of pain.

“Shit”

You had to get down somehow. Maybe Luffy? No it’d be best to get chopper up here. Another wave of pain interrupted your train of thought, and you clenched your jaw. Your hands curled into fists, nails digging into your palms as your entire body tensed against the pain. It felt like someone was taking a spoon and carving out your uterine lining.

Slowly, you began to forcibly relax your muscles, keeping your breathing at a steady, short pace. Your eyes opened, and you sniffed. It still hurt, but Zoro was right. His lover wasn’t weak. Couldn’t be.

But he had pissed you off, and you knew just how to annoy him.

“SANJI?! CAN YOU COME HERE REAL QUICK?!” You called. You knew Zoro heard. The whole ship probably did. Soon enough, you heard Sanji enter the crows nest, bicker briefly with Zoro before you whined for him again.

“Yes you- shit are you okay?? Let’s get you to Chopper!” He picked you up easily bridal style, and you groaned as the new angle sent pain ricocheting through your abdomen. You gripped his coat, tears springing to your eyes as the pain sharpened. Your whole body tensed, and you hardly noticed Zoro’s call of your name as Sanji quickly descended.

Sanji kicked open the infirmary door, startling the poor reindeer. He quickly switched to doctor mode when he saw you cradled in the cooks arms, obviously in pain.

“What’s wrong?”

Sanji laid your gently on the bed, and you immediately curled back into a ball.

“Period cramps. Gimme medicine and heat- fuck- please!” You gasped. You breathed out, the cramp subsiding to a manageable level. Sanji immediately left, likely to heat some water for you. Chopper rummaged in his cabinets for medicine. Your cramp flared again, and you tossed your head back and arched your back before curling back into yourself.

“Here. Take this” chopper said by your head. You opened your eyes, and saw him handing you a large pill and a glass of water. You shakily uncurled yourself and managed to down the pill, collapsing with a groan back on the bed. Sanji appeared, a hot water pad in his hand. He put it by your head before leaving again. Chopper moved the water pad to your lower abdomen and you grunted out a thanks.

The door to the eating area opened again, with Sanji reappearing with a plate in hand.

“Robin and Nami said chocolate and salty snacks are the typical cravings. I also have coffee brewing to help widen the blood vessels or something. Unless you’d rather have tea?”

You shook your head, trying not to let tears escape as you huffed out your words.

“Thanks Sanji. Coffee is good. I’m sorry for bothering you two. Should be stronger”

“It’s no bother! Human menstrual cramps can be as painful as a heart attack” Chopper informed, smoothing a stray piece of hair back from your forehead. You missed Sanji blanch.

“A HEART ATTACK?!”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, before your cramp got worse with the movement.

“I knew they hurt but I didn’t know they could be that bad! Are you okay?” Sanji fretted. He hovered over you, as if he couldn't tell if he should touch you or not. He finally offered his hand to squeeze, and you gladly took it. You smiled a little before flinching as another wave of pain twisted your innards, and you gripped his fingers in a vice.

"Obviously fuckin- shit- not. But at least you recognize they hurt" you spat, the venom in your voice directed at your boyfriend.

"... did that Marimo not believe you?" the blonde asked. You nodded, unable to voice your answer as you shook and blinked back tears. Chopper rubbed your shoulder.

"I can't believe he would treat you like that! I thought he was in love with you, but he's an absolute idiot if he's saying that" Sanji grumbled. He continued muttering colorful phrases under his breath. Chopper blinked at him, but focused back on you as you hissed in breath through your teeth, easing yourself back into the moment as your pain temporarily subsided.

"Sanji. Can you please call Nami in here? I can't quite walk yet" you said breathlessly. Damn these cramps. You groaned and let go of his fingers, seeing the imprint of your grip on the pale skin.

"Sorry" you muttered, looking at his hand as the blood flowed back.

Sanji blinked at you, following your gaze.

"Oh! Don't be! I'll go get Nami" he ran out of the room, leaving you in blissful silence with Chopper. A few minutes later, the door opened again, bringing the scent of a freshly peeled tangerine with it. You opened your eyes, gaze falling on Nami sitting by your bed. She placed a peeled tangerine on the plate Sanji had left for you. You smiled at the gesture before flinching again.

"So. Cramps?" she asked gently. You nodded. She put a warm hand on your lower back, massaging gently. You moaned at the soothing action. Tears sprung to your eyes as you thought back to how dismissive Zoro was of your pain. You feel like you should be stronger, like you should be able to handle this pain. You're dating the man who's going to become the world's greatest swordsman, who also happens to have an incredibly high pain tolerance.

"I should be stronger" you mumbled into the pillow. Nami's hand paused briefly before continuing.

"Why do you say that?"

You looked at her, eyes filled with tears from both the pain and how useless you felt.

"Zoro..." you looked down again, too ashamed to continue talking while looking into her concerned stare.

"What about him?" she urged. You sighed, unclenching your muscles as the pain faded for a moment.

"He... He said that it couldn't be nearly as bad as what he had to face in the past, and when I got mad, he didn't see why I would be, and to stop being dramatic, and that his 'love' wouldn't be so weak" you said quietly.

"Oh honey, Zoro has nothing to do with the pain you know you have. He can't feel the pain for you, and he's being a total ass about this. Here. Chocolate?" she offered a piece of the sweet treat by raising it to your mouth. You shook your head, throat burning from holding back tears and a groan as your cramp started up again. She shrugged, and popped it in her own mouth.

"Listen, stay here and take a nap. Luffy and Usopp are fishing, so they should be quiet for a little. The medicine should start kicking in soon. Okay? And it's okay to cry from the pain. It really hurts sometimes" she said quietly. You nodded, finally letting the tears fall. You heard Chopper rummaging around briefly before Nami dried your tears with a tissue.

"Get some rest, okay? I'll leave you with Chopper. And don't hesitate to ask Sanji for anything. He may be a perv, but he makes a mean chocolate cake."

You nodded, little sounds leaving you as you let yourself cry. Chopper took Nami's seat, his now human hand rubbing the same circles Nami had traced. You let his soothing touch comfort you, falling into a light sleep as the medicine began to ease your pain.

--

You finally jolted awake as you heard a loud screech and a thump from the deck, calming quickly when you heard Luffy's distant cackling and Chopper's yelling. You moaned, rolling over from facing the wall to turn your attention to the room. Your gaze landed on a steaming cup of coffee, and you inhaled the rich aroma. Sanji is an absolute blessing of a man. You sat up and plucked a piece of chocolate off the snack plate and let it melt in your mouth as you sipped the drink. You hummed in satisfaction, sipping the coffee again. You placed it back down.

"Better?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin, a short yelp echoing through the room. Your eyes finally landed on your boyfriend, leaning against the wall in the darkest corner of the room.

"Motherfucker! Don't scare me like that!" you snapped, breath heaving. Your hand clenched your shirt over your heart. Zoro didn't respond- just stared at you with his brows furrowed. You sighed, still thoroughly pissed off at him.

"Go away. I don't want to talk to you right now. Not while I'm weak" you spat, knowing the words would hurt. He flinched a little.

"You don't have to talk, but I'm not going anywhere" he said determinedly. You glared at him, but he ignored you as he took a seat next to your bed, and handed you your drink. You took it, but only because it was some damn good coffee.

"Nami gave me a lecture" he started. You snorted.

"Yeah?"

He glanced at you.

"I didn't know... no. I was being a total asshole. I shouldn't have told you those things."

You looked at him. What the hell did Nami do?

"Do I even want to know what Nami did?" you asked. Zoro grimaced.

"Between her, Robin, and Chopper's medical books, you really probably don't."

You couldn't help the evil chuckle that escaped you.

"So? Learn anything?"

Zoro sat forward, grabbing one of your hands gently, tracing circles on the back of your hand. You looked at him in surprise.

"I was so, so wrong. And I'm sorry. Trust me when I say that witch made sure I knew how much of an ass I was being. God. It feels like it's being scraped out? Or like something is twisted around? It can hurt as much as a heart attack?"

You stared at him in shock. He was never like this.

"I mean... that's a little exaggerated but sure" you said, shrugging.

"Every month!?"

You shrugged again, sipping your coffee.

"Give or take, yeah. Some cycles it isn't as bad. but 's why Sanji spoils the girls when they ask for certain things."

Zoro's forehead thudded on the mattress by your thigh as he groaned.

"Let me make it up to you."

It suddenly hit you that he was bowing. Bowing. To you.

"Woah, hey. Sit up!"

He raised himself enough to look at you. You pushed his shoulders so he was finally sitting upright.

"Look. I'm still fucking pissed that you said that, alright? But you didn't know, and now you do. I'll let you make it up to me. Did Nami and Robin tell you at all what you should do?"

He grunted with a nod. You smiled, putting your coffee down as you held out your arms for a hug.

"C'mere then. I want my back and shoulders rubbed" you said cheekily. He muttered something under his breath, and gently smacked away your arms so he could wrap you in his embrace. You smiled, face squished against his pecs. If this is how he treated you every month now... you giggled. I could get used to this.

#one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece fluff #zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro #angst and fluff #angst with a happy ending #minor angst #light angst #with: zoro #mugiwara kaizoku

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vaggie #minor angst #comic #lol #he absolutely lost his mind after she left #hazbin lilith

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pairing: paul atreides x reader

word count: 2000

warnings: light angst with a happy ending

summary: you are the empress of the known universe alongside paul atreides, however, you dont agree with what hes doing, so you give him an ultimatum.

You had always loved the rain. Especially on Caladan. Yes, on your home planet it had rained fairly frequently, but it wasn’t the same. The rain on Caladan came down by the bucket full, not measly little drops. Each minute sheets of water fell from the sky like rolls of silver fabric. 

The only thing that lulled you to sleep more effectively than rain on a window, was the slow, contented breathing of your husband beside you, and the slow movement of his fingers brushing against your waist. Every now and again he’d re-adjust his position to get even closer to you. 

Usually he fell asleep before he was practically clinging to you, but tonight was not one of those occasions. 

“Paul,” You laughed breathily, pushing away from him a bit in order to spin in his arms and face him. 

He groaned in complaint as you moved away from him and opened his eyes blearily. 

“Why’re you moving away…” He complained, trying to pull you back to him. 

“Because you’re practically on top of me, I’m not a hot water bottle.” You chided, although the teasing smile on your face gave away your true feelings. 

“No, you’re better.” He said, a sly smile on his face, “Now c’mere, I’m cold.” 

You sighed, but did as he said, tugging his arm around you and lacing your fingers together. 

You could feel Paul’s smile on the back of your neck as he found a way to hold you even closer. 

“I love you.” He whispered, and you replied in kind, the smile that formed on your face certain to match the one he was currently wearing. 

“Promise you’ll stay with me?” 

“Mhm. I promise.” 

Now, as you paced nervously around the hangar, you couldn’t help but think back to that promise you had made. At the time, you thought that nothing could tear you away from Paul Atreides, not the sun nor the stars. 

Of course, you could never have planned for him becoming Emperor of the known universe. And you could have never known that it would be him tearing the both of you apart. 

At first, when you had been planning your escape, you had hoped that the aircraft would arrive before your husband. That was before you remembered who your husband was now. He would notice you were gone almost immediately, so you had to plan for confrontation, not avoid it. 

“What is this?” A voice came from the entrance to the hangar, echoing through the cavernous room and into your ears. He didn’t sound angry, merely confused.

You turned to face him and his expression was just what you thought it would be, torn between angry and distressed. In his hand, he held the note which you had written, telling him to meet you down here.

“I am leaving, Paul. For Caladan.” You said firmly, turning to face him. 

He smiled weakly, shaking his head, “Why all the smoke and mirrors? If you wanted to return home you should have said so. I would have prepared a ship for us both-”

“Because I am not going with you.” You interrupted, your voice harsh.

“What do you mean? It is not exactly typical for the Empress to leave her husband days after the coronation.” He laughed, but it was not the melodic sound you had once loved, instead it was forced, choked even. 

“Well, you are not the typical Emperor. I am leaving, and you will not follow me.” You stated, remaining firm, even as your heart threatened to betray your mind and run back to him. 

Paul just stared at you, his face painted white in shock. 

“Why?” He asked, his voice cracking.

“Because I can no longer stay by your side and watch you become this. You are becoming someone I do not recognise.” 

“My love, what are you talking about-?”

“I'm talking about this, Paul! Your holy war! You do remember that, don’t you? The war you swore to me you’d do anything to stop? And now, here you are, at its forefront.”

“I had no choice.” He said, his eyes hardening slightly.

“You always have a choice. You are their so-called ‘messiah’. Their emperor. They would fly into the sun if you asked them to. So ask them, stop this war before it consumes everything.”

“You know it is not that simple!” He shouted, and you couldn’t help but flinch slightly before rallying yourself.

“The man I married on Caladan would not have cared about simplicity. He would have cared about what was right, what was moral! He would never have entered this conflict, he would have laid down his life to prevent it! And I would have been right beside him.” 

“This conflict was inevitable! I am doing my very best to minimise the damage, can’t you understand that?”

“I understand that you are still not doing enough.”

Paul looked at you, incredulously, anger filling his gaze, “Really? How can I do more when my own wife does not believe in me! You claim to support me, and yet now you are leaving me. My position is still weak, and you leave the only man you have ever claimed to love.”

“Your position! You are faced with the massacre of your people and all you can speak of is your position!?. Have you no soul left Paul? Did it melt away on Arrakis, scorched by the sun?” 

Suddenly all the anger and venom drained from Paul’s face, and he found himself dropping to his knees, and begging you to stay. 

“You are my soul. You have been all these years. You keep me balanced, you are my morality, my goodness. Everything I do is for you, my love, for your safety. I only care about my position for it is your position also, all the power I have acquired is only in the name of keeping you from harm.”

You looked at him, staring deeply into his eyes, that piercing blue that you had thought so beautiful when they finally changed. Now they were just a reminder of how much he had changed since coming to this awful place. 

“I want to believe you. But you have always had such a way with words. I watched the way you deceived those people into following you, is that what you’re doing now?” 

He rose to his feet again, taking your hands in his. His face was frantic with fear. 

“I would never deceive you. I mean every word, I’ve felt this way my whole life. You are the most important thing to me. You know I would never lie to you.”

For the first time since the conversation began, you hesitated slightly. Could you believe him? Eventually, you landed on an answer. 

“...I do. You would never lie to me on purpose. You are lying to yourself too Paul. You know that I have never wanted position, nor power, heavens, I have never even wanted safety! All I have ever wanted is you, wholly, truly, with no barriers-”

“And you have me!” 

You reached up to splay your hand across his cheek, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill from his blue-blue eyes. 

“No, I don’t have you. I have splinters of you, and I fear the rest is lost. You may bear the resemblance of the man I love, but you are not him.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but no sound came out. 

Suddenly there was the immense whirring of gears, and you knew your ship was here to take you to Caladan.

“I’m afraid we do not have much time, so listen to what I say,” He didn’t react, his face remaining desperate and heartbroken, but you continued anyway.

“If you finally realise what you have done, and you fix it, come to me on Caladan. But I don’t want to see the Muad’dib, or the ‘Messiah’, or the Kwisatz Haderach. The only man I wish to see is my husband, Paul Atreides. Remember that Paul.” 

You gave him one last longing look before turning away from him, and making towards the ship that was emerging from the floor of the hangar.

“I’ll see you again?” He called, his voice cracking slightly as he stared after your retreating form in defeat. 

“Hopefully so, my love, hopefully so.” 

And with that, you stepped onto the outstretched platform of the ship, and shut the door behind you. Paul stayed in the hangar until the craft was gone, biting his tongue so as not to call out to you again and beg you to stay.  

*

The message that the Emperor would be coming to visit you had come far sooner than you expected.  

And you were disappointed in him. He was breaking your agreement, and so soon. It had only been a year, and to your knowledge there had been no change in the situation.

 Perhaps he was coming to ask for a divorce, maybe he’d found someone else since you left. That would certainly be ironic, considering the way he had begged for you to stay on Arrakis. 

However, you were incorrect, because only a few days later a messenger came to tell you that the jihad had ended.         

Immediately you leapt out of your seat, clasping your hand over your mouth in shock. He had done it. 

For the next few days, Castle Caladan was abuzz with preparations for the Emperor returning home. You oversaw said preparations with a watchful eye, and though you wouldn’t admit it, you were happier than you had been in years. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you had missed Paul terribly. 

Yet, when his ship landed, you were nowhere to be found. 

“Where is my wife?” Paul asked one of your ladies in waiting as he strode through the halls of his childhood home. 

“My lord, she left on a walk to the cliffs this morning, and has not returned since. Would you like me to send someone to fetch her?”

The Emperor’s harsh expression softened slightly. “No, I’ll go.” 

It didn’t take Paul long to work out where you had gone, and as he climbed one of the paths up to the cliffs, he was glad to see you sitting on one of the benches, clad in the green silks of house Atreides. 

He called your name, and his voice cut through the gusting winds into your ear, and you turned to face him with a searching look on your face. 

You stood, and couldn’t help but jog towards your husband, gathering your skirts so you didn’t trip and make a fool of yourself. However, you stopped short of running into his arms, opting to stand just in front of him so you could inspect his face properly. 

“Is it you, Paul? Have you finally come back to me?” You asked, your voice cracking slightly. 

“It’s me,” He whispered, reaching a hand out to touch you, “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, what I was doing was wrong, and I know that now, and-!”

You cut off his rambling apology by surging forwards into his arms and kissing him fiercely. He immediately responded in kind, wrapping an arm around your waist and cradling your head in his hand, whilst you held onto the lapels of his coat as tightly as you could. 

Despite the fact you wanted to stay like that forever, eventually the need for oxygen prevailed, and you broke away to take a deep breath in, laughing lightly at the sight of his flushed face. 

He grinned at you, moving the hand that was on the back of our head back to your cheek, brushing his thumb along your face. 

“You missed me?” He asked, teasing, but his voice had a slight edge of concern to it. 

“Yes. I missed you so much.” You said immediately, emphatically. Because you had missed Paul, it felt as if you hadn’t seen the real him for years, and the feeling of being reunited was almost too much for you to contain. 

He let out a short sigh of relief, “I missed you too. But it’s ok, because I’ve fixed it all. They still think I’m their messiah, but I’m going to stop acting like it. And you were right, I was power hungry, and selfish, and I exploited so many people, and I betrayed you, and-”

“Enough, Paul.” You said, looking at him with so much care that he couldn’t help but smile softly, “Yes, you have made mistakes, but it wasn’t all your fault. And you’ve made a change now, you’re doing the right thing. And I’ll always be there for you. I had to leave to help you, but I knew we’d see each other again. And here we are, back home, just like old times.” 

“You’re right.” 

“I often am, my love.” 

He wrapped his arms around you once again, “Will you stay with me, here?” 

You nodded, “Mhm. I’ll stay for good this time.”

#fanfic #writing #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides x you #dune part two #dune movie #dune #dune part 2 #fluff #minor angst #established relationship #theyre so in love i hate them #arguing

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under the mistletoe 🎄// ross macdonald x reader (pt 2 of 2)

twelve days of christmas - day 3

a/n: best friends to lovers? no. it's idiots to lovers. this is also part 2 of secret santa cw: kissing, alcohol, very tame and cheesy. there might be typos... wc: 3k

a cheer cuts through the chatter in the room and ross finds himself standing under a mistletoe, liv first in his arms, then standing on her toes and then they’re kissing—sweet, long kisses that make him smile despite the butterflies in his stomach. 

butterflies that should have been a result of the kiss. instead, it feels more like a swarm of bees buzzing in his chest from anticipation. 

ross doesn’t expect to be this nervous. more than that, he doesn’t expect to pull away from the kiss before she does. even when liv looks at him with slight concern. 

he certainly doesn’t expect himself to be so hung up on secret santa. he has bought plenty of gifts for people he cares about before! good ones too; sure, he’s no pro at gift giving but he’s not entirely hopeless. but this time he simply cannot afford to mess up. not when it took him two turns to get the name he really wanted. 

everyone looks festive in some shade of red or green on white—and one silver but charli really pulls it off. liv has a beautiful green velvet dress on, her curly hair piled on top of her head and gold hoops dangling from her ears. liv looks stunning!

it’s her that really takes his breath away—the girl who’s been his best friend for over a decade now. the girl who now stares at him with a tight smile on her face, cheering almost on autopilot with the rest of his friends. she’s in a classic red slip dress and matching red lipstick that contrasts her skin so perfectly that ross almost feels guilty for staring at her longer than necessary. he’s right next to his girlfriend for fucks sake. he needs to focus!

the excitement in the room is off the charts! everyone’s buzzing to get to the main event—the secret santa gifts—and he feels a tiny pit of nervousness at the centre of all his enthusiasm. what if she doesn’t like his gift? what if it’s something she already has or something that’s too personal… too intimate. 

liv breaks his little spiral. 

“you alright?” she slides onto his lap with an easy smile and pecks him softly. 

“yeah, just excited about the gifts! i wonder who got my name.” even with her on his thigh ross can’t stop his knee from bouncing up and down. the weird mixture of anticipation and butterflies is something he’s rarely felt before—not since… well not since her last birthday when he’d gotten her two tickets to the play she’d been dying to go to. 

(if he’s being honest it was not since she’d asked him if he’d like to go with her.)

“me too!” liv beams and it’s as if that’s matty’s cue to announce that they can all finally, finally move to the living room.

the living room is adorned with twinkling lights and tinsel, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. a decently sized pile of gifts sits under the pretty tree—the current object of everyone’s interest. his nervousness aside, ross feels as giddy as the others do, still like a child on christmas morning about to get the long anticipated pokemon card collection. 

matty gets to the pile and starts calling out names one after the other. 

ross is barely even listening—his mind races with a million different possibilities. what if it’s a shit gift? what if she doesn’t like it or has something similar or doesn’t get the significance of it?

what if she thinks he put no thought into it?

he’s barely even listening when polly coos over the “cutest jumper ever!” or when george cackles over his gag gift or when matty almost goes misty eyed over the vintage book. 

he only snaps out of it when matty calls out her name and envelopes her in a hug. 

“it’s perfect,” he sniffles and ross burns with envy.

not envious of matty. never envious of matty but… a tiny, irrational part of him wishes she were his secret santa instead. that she spent days thinking about him, obsessing over finding the perfect gift just like he had. 

that maybe she spent her nights in bed, wondering a thousand times over if her gift would make him smile (it would, ross thinks. she could get him a £10 bottle of wine and he would still cherish it dearly.)

“ross!” matty calls out and he startles a little. 

matty looks at him with a slightly puzzled expression and wiggles a neatly wrapped gift in front of him. it’s square and thin with a small note attached to it.

he recognises it instantly—a handwriting he’s only recently come to know as liv’s. 

liv. his girlfriend. his secret santa. 

and he’s an awful, awful boyfriend for the feeling of disappointment that rises in him.

his fingers move deftly, tearing apart the wrapping paper until the gift inside becomes visible. the first thing he registers is the word “untitled” printed front and centre in big bold letters. and below it: “divine connection: the last unreleased album”. it dawns on him slowly—the band, their band. the last album from their band. just his and hers. and on autopilot, his gaze snaps up to her.

“ross?”

for the second time that evening liv’s voice cuts through his spiral and he turns around to see her standing at the door to the balcony with a half-drunk champagne flute in her hands. she’s beautiful, he thinks. she’s always been stunning but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he looks at her. 

“can we talk?” she walks in and stands next to him, shoulders brushing with his. it’s a cold night. it’s silly being outside but he’s in a weird mood. he even kinda prefers it here. 

“yeah of course,” he clears his throat and tries to appear casual. 

“did you like your gift?”

“i did. it was… it was perfect.” at least that much is true. at least that much he can say with 100% certainty. “thank you. really, i mean it.”

“i know you do.”

for a minute she doesn’t say anything but her eyes roam over his face—a scruitinising sort of a look that makes him want to shy away. she’s never been particularly intense but in the few weeks he’s known liv, she’s had a way of guessing his little tells. it takes everything in him to not look away. 

still, he closes his eyes for a minute. 

the scene is still so fresh in his mind—ross opening the gift and looking up. ross staring at her and not liv. ross murmuring “thank you. it’s perfect.” and smiling at her before he even remembered that the gift was supposed to be from liv. 

ross only looks at her, his best friend. and she can’t seem to meet his gaze. 

liv clears her throat and brings him back to the present. she takes another swig of her champagne and offers him the glass. ross studies her lipstick smudge on the rim and accepts the drink gratefully. 

“you’re in love with her, aren’t you?” 

a second sooner and he would have choked on the drink or done a spit-take like a fucking idiot but the question leaves him so speechless that he almost drops the glass. 

“who?”

“don’t play dumb now.” her tone’s a bit sharp but her words aren’t unkind and the thought of being scolded like that makes him blush slightly and straighten up. 

he’s about to speak when she continues. 

“i see how you look at her—how you looked at her when you opened the gift i gave you. you knew it wasn’t from me didn’t you?”

wordlessly, he nods his head. 

“you knew i didn’t think of it. you were right though. i didn’t. i went to her because she’s you best friend.”

“and she told you about the band?”

liv clicks her tongue. “she handed me the record. turns out she had you for secret santa before we picked the names again.”

“oh…”

there’s another beat of loaded silence in which he struggles to maintain eye contact with her and not feel like an utterly shit boyfriend. 

“liv i—”

“i know,” she smiles briefly. “but you can’t string me along, babe. look i like you a lot. i really do and i know… i know you told me you were trying to move on from someone but i assumed that was a past relationship. i didn’t realise you were talking about…your best friend.”

“i’m sorry,” he shakes his head. “i really am. i know that was shitty of me.”

“it was a little.”

none of them speak for a few minutes. ross looks at her champagne again, wishing he’d had a drink with him for this conversation. or maybe not—maybe a clearer head is what he needs. he is getting dumped, after all. 

and yet… there’s no sadness. just a faint sense of disappointment. 

“so this is it i guess?”

in one gulp liv finishes the rest of her champagne and nods. “yeah. this is it. for what it’s worth ross… i have no hard feelings.”

this time when she smiles at him, it’s open and sincere. much to his relief, it’s friendly. liv stands on her toes and presses a kiss to his cheek. it’s chaste and quick—a goodbye, one that he returns by hugging her tightly. 

liv pauses at the threshold just as she’s leaving. 

“why don’t you tell her?”

ross shakes his head in disappointment and feels the familiar ache settle bone deep. the night suddenly seems so much colder than before—no longer the cosy kind that makes you want to snuggle up with a loved one. this feels sharp and biting. 

“can’t,” he shrugs, “i don’t want to ruin years’ worth of friendship.”

he expects liv to understand that. it’s a perfectly normal sentiment—to love someone enough that you’d rather have some of them than none of them. but she just shakes her head at him. 

“wow…” liv sighs, “for a man so smart… you really are fucking dumb.”

and then she leaves him on the balcony, shivering and confused. 

by the time he gets inside, there’s a lull in the party. everyone’s either drunk or loved up or both. well, maybe not everyone. 

ross finds her huddled in front of the fireplace, absently staring at her wrist. at the pearl bracelet he got for her.

a near-perfect match to her beloved pearl necklace from her grandmother.

the fire casts a warm, golden glow on her—on her hair and the curve of her shoulder, the hollow of her throat, and down her chest. he stands transfixed at the threshold, waiting for something to happen. 

maybe matty (passed out on the sofa) will wake up if he moves or polly might need something from him or george and charli might see them and he loves his friends but they have barely any concept of personal space after all these years. maybe he could just do it tomorrow when he’s not half-drunk, half-sober, and fully freaking out. 

“ross?”

too late to hide now. 

“why are you stood there? come on! it’s so cold!” she opens up her blanket cocoon—an invitation for him to join. 

ross, startled by her voice, stumbles into the room. his cheeks flush with embarrassment and he clears his throat, trying to mask the awkwardness that has suddenly enveloped him. 

fuck! she’s pretty. and yes he thinks that every single time he looks at her but it’s moments like these that really hit him like a gut punch. 

liv’s words echo in his mind over and over again. for a man so smart… you really are fucking dumb. was she trying to say what he thinks she was? or is he just delusional and projecting his own feelings onto her. 

her body is soft and warm when ross settles next to her, pulling her into his side and tucking her head under his chin. 

“you were deep in thought.” ross teases a bit, not ready to broach anything serious just yet. what he really wants to ask is about the record—how she’d somehow known his perfect gift before he figured it out himself. 

“just thinking about how good i am at gift giving,” she teases back. “matty was ecstatic.”

she's right but he can’t help but find a different meaning in her words. 

“that you are,” ross murmurs in her hair, resisting the urge to press a little kiss there. it’s too much for him—this intimacy. something like that might just tip him over the edge. 

for a while she doesn’t say anything and ross wonders if she’s fallen asleep. it’s quite late and they’re quite cosy, it won’t be the first time she's fallen asleep on him. maybe, if she is asleep, he might even press that kiss onto her head after all. 

“liv’s not here?” her voice breaks his train of thought. it’s not teasing anymore—she sounds neutral and controlled and… and like she’s trying not to pry. 

“we broke up.”

“what?!”

she almost shrieks and matty stirs slightly but goes back to sleeping again. ross feels guilty for just dumping it on her without any context. 

“i’m so sorry,” she says before he has a chance to speak. “fuck, at a christmas party too! that sucks, love. are you alright?”

“it wasn’t like that. it was…” this is it, he thinks. his one chance to get it right. “i’m perfectly fine. i’m… i’m better than fine. it’s… well she–you… fuck okay!”

he cheeks grow warm. it’s worse now that she’s properly looking at his now, her face a mixture of concern and curiosity; that she’s now an attentive audience to his pathetic flustered words. 

“let me…” he takes a big deep breath and squares his shoulders. “okay. let me get this right. for the next, i don’t know, two minutes, you aren’t allowed to speak, okay? okay. so! liv and i talked.” the skepticism on her face grows and ross tries not to let it deter him. “the gift, the record—”

“was it not good?”

“oi! no speaking, remember? two minutes.” ross scolds lightly and almost laughs at her sheepish face. “as i was saying, the record. it wasn’t her idea, was it? i asked her how she knew and she told me you gave it to her. for me! why didn’t you… why didn’t you give it to me yourself?”

for all her talking a moment ago, now she seems speechless. so much so that she can barely meet his eyes. 

“it was a lovely gift, darling. maybe even one of the best and… i just want to know why, that’s all.”

her cheeks flush a subtle shade of pink, and she fidgets with the edge of the blanket. “i guess i wanted you to have something meaningful without making things awkward. i’d already bought the gift and i didn't want to complicate our friendship with something that felt so… personal, especially with liv being in the picture. and…fuck! if that’s what made you break up, i’m so sorry, i—"

“it didn’t,” he cuts her off firmly. ross can’t help but notice the small details of her face then—the tiny smudges of mascara from no doubt when she sleepily rubbed her eyes, the glitter on her eyelids reflecting the firelight. her big, beautiful eyes and dilated pupils. 

her slightly smudged lipstick…

fuck, it’s the tiny lipstick smudge on the corner of her lips that makes him lose his ability to think straight.

“we broke up because… well there’s someone else,” he speaks in a low volume. subconsciously, she leans forward. 

“someone else?”

the room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling fire. she waits, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he's joking or playing some elaborate prank. but the sincerity in his expression leaves no room for doubt.

“you’re my best friend,” he says, “and fuck, do i resent that! how am i… darling, how am i meant to pretend you’re just my friend when you’re the fucking focal point of my world?”

her breath catches so audibly that it’s almost a gasp. he waits for her to say something. anything. instead she leans in an presses her lips to his. 

it’s so unsure at first, almost like she freezes and her brain can’t figure out where to go next. the kiss lingers, soft and tentative—both testing the waters of something uncharted. ross's mind races, trying to process the warmth of her lips against his, the subtle taste of her lipstick. 

she pulls away before he’s even had the chance to kiss her back and hides her face in his chest. 

“oh god, that was too soon, wasn’t it! that was–you just broke up and i—”

“love, don't hide your face, don't…” his hands gently cup her flushed face, making her look up at him once again even when she can barely meet his eyes and in that moment he realises he’s never seen someone so beautiful. 

so this time when ross crashes his lips against hers, he makes sure to pull her closer. to hold onto her tightly. his arms are around her, her hands in his hair and oh she fits so perfectly in the crevices of his body. like a perfect puzzle piece. 

by the time they finally pull apart, slightly breathless and grinning uncontrollably, ross hears her giggle. 

“wow, that was my first kiss under a mistletoe…”

“we aren’t—”

“i know, but we’re next to one so it’s almost the same.”

he looks to where she’s pointing, to the little bunch tied above the fireplace. 

“we could do better, darling.”

“yeah?”

“mm-hmm,” he murmurs, stealing another quick kiss from her. “let me take you home.”

and she agrees in a heartbeat.

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[oneshlut]

Ok, first off, love love Love your yandere Flug headcanons! I am injecting them into my veins as we speak. On that note, could you write something branching off of that base idea but with the twist that reader is 100% supportive of Flug being a yandere? Could be anything from just accepting his love to actively encouraging him to kill people for them. Thank you for your time, hope you have a great day!

A/N: ooh, of course!! i was actually planning to do this with yandere dating hcs for flug since someone had requested for a general pt2 of these hcs, so thanksies for the request!! accepting x yandere is so horrifically adorable <33 (also SO HAPPY you liked my previous hcs!!)

Two of Hearts (Yandere!Dr. Flug x Willing!Reader) [Headcanons]

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WARNINGS: Mentions of homocide, depictions of blood, unhealthy obsessions, yandere themes, general dead dove contents!!

Summary: General headcanons for a yandere Dr. Flug with an accepting/supporting reader for his behavior

Extra Info: This does NOT condemn yandere behaviors irl. Purely fictional scenario, do not support this toxic behavior in others. im sure you all know that though <33

Love can escalate. When it does, it escalates fast. This escalation can range from a proposal in a matter of weeks, a date in a matter of days, to murder in a matter of hours. Often times, Flug's love escalated to murder. He has before for you, and he would again.

Being a "real" villain gives Flug some sort of confidence boost. He hardly stutters, never cowers in fear, and opts to make extremely bold decisions. Decisions he wouldn't normally make. Well, the first and most obvious would be homocide--but he also gains the confidence to confess to you.

He wouldn't dare kidnap you, though! Of course, not if you took it well! Luckily, things didn't have to go that way, since you agreed to be his boyfriend.

Wait, what.

It wasn't that huge of a shock. I mean, he knew you'd either say yes or no, but he was fully prepared to receive a no. I guess that chloroform-laced cloth in his pocket wasn't necessary after all! He was ecstatic to be yours! As long as you didn't find out about anything he was doing, the two of you would hold up well!

Hah, that wouldn't last long. He was confident with himself at first, but now that you're together for real? All his confidence was immediately swept away when you kissed him for the first time--that or when you first told him "I love you". It really made him put things into perspective--he was yours. And you were his. Flug was more lovesick than ever, more than he had realized. It was adorable, watching him trip over himself anytime you walked into the room.

It was now over a month of the two of you being together, and both of you were happy with your relationship! Flug was still pretty confident you wouldn't find out about what he was doing, and you were.. Actually, you were slowly gaining suspicion.

Over time, you began to notice small flaws in his usual behavior. Very small flaws, yes, but not too small to go unseen. Some of these would be nice, such as Flug going out of his way to get you something on an outing. This would be normal, if it wasn't every outing. And on other days, he would just switch up and do the complete opposite--not noticing you when you greeted him, spacing out while just.. staring at you.. or he would respond to you in two word sentences. He was either in a whole other world, or completely caught up in yours. It was distracting how easily he could just.. switch. It put you off, but you decided to ignore it for the most part.

One day, he came home extremely silent. Actually, you hadn't even noticed he had left in the first place. You watched as he retreated to his room--seperate from his lab. Not even a hello, nor an answer to your simple questions as he walked. You began to fear that he was ignoring you. What could you have done wrong..? That, or he was just spacing out again, which felt a bit unlikely.

Slowly gaining curiosity, you decided to take a small visit to his lab. Maybe 5.0.5. knew something? In all honesty, you weren't just "curious".. you were worried. Unfortunately, taking this visit to his lab didn't help with that feeling of worry at all. Opening the door with a painfully loud creak, you were stunned to find the place in shambles. It wasn't messy in the way it looked like a break-in--no, it looked man made. Some of the lights were turned off, his materials were scattered over his multiple desks, many syringes laid out across the floor--most still had chemicals in them. Watching your step, you made your way to his main workplace, the mess being no different from the rest of the lab. Unlabeled papers of research and crumpled up papers laid sprawled out on his desk. The entire scene was extremely unusual of him--he was always so in order, so organized, sometimes he'd have panic attacks when things were out of order! And yet.. it looks like Dr. Flug made this mess of his lab himself. Sure, you hadn't been to his laboratory in a while, but how much could he have done to his space in that time? Saying the situation was confusing would be an understatement.

But out of everything in the room, one thing stood out to you the most. His closet--normally nice and organized.. it was now dirty, rustic, and one of the latches on the door was now broken. The atmosphere around it was.. intimidating, to say the least. The inside was extremely dark, with some of the darkness spilling out into the already dim laboratory. Hesitantly, you approached it, opening the unbroken door.

It looked somewhat like you suspected--heaps of clothes on the floor of the closet, instead of neatly hung up. Things were looking normal.. except for the blood on some of the clothes. Your mouth silently gaped open as to not draw much attention as you crouched down to inspect the clothes. Horrified, you found many more pieces of clothing with blood. Actually the whole pile. And it wasn't looking like it was his blood--no, it wasn't seeped into the clothes from the inside. It was splattered on, it was somebody else's.

You took a few shaky steps back. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Flug wouldn't.. kill people, right? Part of you was open to the idea--he was a villain, after all. But he never went out of his way to kill..

You looked down at your now bloody palms. He wouldn't kill anyone in this fashion, either. ..Would he? Was he really that.. gruesome of a person? And you had no idea..?

While caught up and reeling in your own thoughts, you lacked the attention to notice Dr. Flug approaching you.

The last thing you remembered was blacking out.

Dr. Flug never intended for you to find out about any of this. The mess of his mental state, the mess of his lab, and the mess he's been making of.. other people. Maybe he could develop a mind erasing serum? Or.. would that be too easy? Perhaps he could just manipulate you into believing it was all a dream.. Either way, he was glad that chloroform-laced cloth came in handy after all.

So, as far as he knew, you would definitely not be supportive of what he was doing. He was doing all this for a misunderstanding in his eyes. You're always full of surprises, though. That's what he loves about you.

When he found out that you were totally okay with his obsessive tendencies, perhaps even supportive, Flug was completely over the moon. If it was possible to fall even deeper in love than he already was, he definitely did at that moment.

Knowing this, he doesn't keep you to himself. Now that he knows how much you love him in return, he has no reason to not trust you! Things can finally start going back to normal.. if uh.. homocide and killing sprees count as "normal" to you.

He's either smothering you with attention or as shy as a mouse. There's two sides of Dr. Flug that clash with each other when it comes to you. He wants to be forward with you--confident, mainly. But when he does, he backs out, becoming immediately flustered. Honestly, when the idea of you enjoying the idea of him killing for you settled into him.. he almost passed out. You really did make him the happiest scientist in the world.

The fact that you supported his actions just made him all the more confident about himself. Sometimes a bit upstuck. You thought what he was doing was righr, why shouldn't he? Whenever he killed someone, he no longer felt remorse. Instead, he felt excited to tell you what he did when he got home. And every time, you would give him the same praise and reassurance. Believe me, Flug is a sucker for praise.

Dr. Flug likes to brag to you about the horrible, awful things he's done. Sure, he loves praise, but actually recieving it makes him extremely flustered. Any "Good job" or "I'm proud of you" made him crumble on the inside. You were gonna be the death of him one of these days.

The two of you prefer to keep your relationship a secret for now and the forseeable future. After all, if Dr. Flug had got himself caught when murdering for you, you would be in trouble for just being associated with him. He wouldn't want that! Not in a million years. But of course, he would never let that happen.

Turns out, this seemed to be the best ending. I mean, who knows what would've happened if you denied him your love? Well, Flug would probably just develop a love potion of sorts. Either way, he's absolutely ecstatic things turned out this way. Despite the obviously very unhealthy relationship, the two of you were happy.. and that's all that mattered.

..Right?

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Bus buddy - Jeff the killer x reader - oneshot

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You weren't sure how this routine had started, but every night after your shift at work, you would get onto your usual bus, greet your usual driver, and sit across from your usual bus buddy. He wasn’t really your buddy but he had been there long enough to not be scary anymore.

When you first saw him, you had frozen for the entire trip back to your stop, unable to keep your eyes off him. he was very imposing, tall with long black hair peeking out from under his hood. Now you felt comfortable enough to sleep, just as you used to before his arrival, his knuckles knocking against your knee when your stop came up, you would thank him, yawning as you did, and hop off the bus.

This little routine had just kinda happened, after one night, he seemed particularly grumpy, his arms crossed as his leg bounced rapidly on the metal flooring. You tilted your head at him as you went to sit across from him like usual, looking down at the two cake pops you had taken from work.

You took one out, and held it out to him, smiling as he glanced between it and you. “thanks” he muttered as he gently took it, pulling out the bottom of his facemask to eat it. You just smiled and nodded, taking your cake pop out and beginning to nibble on it, humming quietly as you waited for the 30-minute trip back to your bus stop to end. He was much less grumpy by the time you hopped off, giving him a shy wave as you felt his eyes on you. He waved back, just as shy, continuing to watch you as you walked back to our apartment complex.

And then one night, maybe only a couple days after you offered the cake pop; you had fallen asleep after a particularly hard shift, arms and leg crossed as your head pressed back against the cool window glass. You felt his knuckles knock on your knee and you jolted awake, not expecting the touch “your stop” he whispered as he leaned back in his seat, looking out the window as you quickly stood and got off the bus, thanking the driver for stopping even if you hadn’t pulled the line. He just gave a knowing smile and drove off. This continued, every night when you fell asleep after a tough shift, you would wake up at your stop to your bus buddy's knuckles against your knee, after a while he stopped telling you it was your stop, you already knew why he was waking you up.

You would thank him, thank the driver, and go home. Then one night you decided to fake being asleep, cracking open one of your eyes to see your buddy reaching up as the bus was driving up to your stop, pulling the chord to make sure you would make it. You smiled behind your hoodie, so this entire time he had been calling for your stop eh? Adorable.

The next night, you brought him a drink, you didn’t know what he liked but since he seemed to like the chocolate cake pop you gave him, you made him an iced mocha. He looked very surprised to see you holding it in front of his face, glancing between it and you before he took it. You couldn’t help but giggle as he groaned at the first sip, not knowing he hadn’t had a good coffee in a handful of months.

You could see his cheeks turn pink below his mask as he glanced away, muttering a very quiet ‘thank you’ as you giggled. You curled up in your seat, happy your 1 am bus rides never had anyone but you, your buddy, the driver, and the rare one or two other bus goers.

A few months into this routine, it was a busy night, and for once; the bus was packed. You quickly snatched your usual spot, curling in on yourself to avoid getting squished or stepped on, frowning as you saw this scrawny-looking dude with a very wiry beard staring at you, his eyes dark. You glanced away as quickly as you could, sighing in relief as your buddy plopped down next to you. You practically leaned into him, subtly pointing at the creepy dude when he glanced at you, his brows furrowed underneath his sunglasses. He just nodded when he spotted him, lifting his arm to rest behind your shoulders; practically inviting you to squish yourself into him. Which you did, and he repositioned his arm to graze your shoulder, keeping his eyes on the dude; who finally looked away. “Thank you” you whispered, and your buddy nodded, keeping his arm around you till you got to your stop. But this time he followed you off, noticing the dude from before had gotten up as well, and your buddy knew damn well this wasn’t creepy dudes stop.

“He tried to follow didn’t he?” you muttered as you stood at the bus stop, having caught the creepy dude's eye as you stepped off the bus. Your buddy nodded and you slumped slightly with a sigh full of stress. “Awesome~…thank you again, dunno what would’ve happened if you hadn’t followed…what kinda cake pop do you like? I know I brought you the chocolate one but like-any particular flavor?”

You started to walk, your buddy following close behind as you walked home, and you never felt safer than with him by your side “I like strawberry?” he said it like a question, as if he didn’t really know, his voice raspy and deep. You beamed, you loved making the strawberry cake pops! “Strawberry it is! I'll get you an extra one too, oh-here's me! Again, thank you so much-“ you realized you didn’t know his name, and he seemed to realize this as well.

“Jeff” he muttered, leaning on one foot and kicking the ground with the other as if he was nervous for you to know him on that level. But you just smiled and tilted your head, happy to finally know your bus buddy's name “Thank you Jeff, I’ll see you later?”

He nodded, waiting until you had entered your building to turn on his heel and get back on the bus, his stop wasn’t another for another half hour, near the forest. The next day, you happily made an extra set of cake pops, bringing a small iced mocha to bring along as extra thanks. You hopped into the bus and sat next to Jeff this time, holding out the bag of cake pops and his iced mocha. You saw the corners of his eyes crinkle in a smile and you giggled, pushing the items into his hands and curling up next to him, taking out your usual sketchbook and turning on your usual ‘bus ride’ YouTube videos as Jeff dug into his snacks.

You could feel yourself nodding off, and you struggled to stay awake; since you didn’t want to just-fall asleep on Jeff, you had JUST gotten his name. you didn’t need to drool on his shoulder. But you lost the battle, head conking back on the window, unaware as Jeff gently moved your head to rest on his shoulder, slumping slightly so he was more comfortable for you, carefully eating and drinking your gifts.

Like usual, he knocked his knuckles on your knee when your stop came around, and you jolted awake like usual; squeaking out a thank you and an apology for sleeping on his shoulder, not hearing his chuckle as you raced off, cheeks flaring to life. ‘he smelled really nice’ you thought, patting your cheeks to get your normal thought process back. But he really did, like a forest, metal, really nice cologne (that kinda spicy kind? You didn’t know but god you loved it) and something else you couldn’t put your finger on.

It wasn’t until got home, fell into your bed, and inhaled into your pillow that you realized what that last scent was. Coffee….mf had picked up one of your scents cuz you hung around each other every damn night. You giggled into your pillow, fuck did you have a crush on your bus buddy? Honestly, how could you not? He seemed-so nice, like he carefully woke you up every time you fell asleep, protected you when creepy guys tried to follow you-and fuck he just had-those vibes you know?

“fuck” you laughed, scratching the back of your head. you had a fucking crush on your bus buddy. You wondered if you would ever tell him, you really had only just gotten his name, so telling him now would be, just, so awkward. You sighed, turning over in bed and spreading out, staring up at the ceiling.

“fuck-I don’t think he knows my name” you snorted; you were a dumbass. This routine continued, though now you sat next to him instead of across, bringing him cake pops, coffee, muffins, croissants, anything fresh you had made before you left. And he always thanked you quietly, enjoying your gifts as you shared the bus for the next 30 mins until you would either fall asleep and awaken to his knuckles on your knee, or until you hopped off the bus; always waving him and the driver goodbye.

Then one day, Jeff wasn’t there, and your usual bus driver wasn’t there, it was a random new dude. You had asked where Duke was but the new dude didn’t give an answer, just blinking at you. You sighed, sitting down in your old spot and curling up, turning on something that would hopefully keep you awake since you didn’t have your alarm clock with you this time. But you nodded off anyway, you were just so tired. And ended up much farther than you should’ve been “Lady!” you woke up to the new driver, glaring back at you, the bus doors open “end of the line.” You swallowed harshly; shit-you had slept way past your stop. You carefully stood and walked off, curling into yourself as you stood at the abandoned-looking bus stop.

It was right near the forest, the forest that had been forbidden to enter by the state; too many disappearances. “what in the fuck have I gotten myself into” you muttered, pulling out your phone and opening the map, entering your apartment address to slowly started making your way back. Since you did NOT want to wait until the next bus came along, and that wasn’t for another 30 minutes. You took out your pepper spray as well, clutching it tightly in your hand as you made your way back home; which until you made it to a ‘safe’ bus stop, was going to be a long walk.

You shivered as you walked away from the forest, feeling what felt like hundreds of eyes on you. You heard a pitched whistle and you cursed, looking over your shoulder to see three guys, all varying in height and appearance, whistling at you, making clicking sounds with their tongues “come on back mommy~ we just wanna talk!” “yeah come on~ a beauty like you just can't be left alone~” you clutched onto the spray, continuing to speed walk away from them and the forest. “bitch, you come back here!” you heard someone running up behind you and you bolted, yelping as you felt something almost grab your bag.

You continued to run, panic setting into your bones as you ran for your life, heart beating harshly against your chest “really picked the best night to fall asleep” you muttered, nearly screaming as you were tugged into an alleyway, suddenly held taught to a firm chest. You struggled against the form until you caught their scent. Forest, metal, sharp cologne, and coffee. Jeff. You sobbed with intense relief, relaxing against him as he held you tight “Jeff” you whispered, one of his hands moving up to cradle your head, forcing it against his shoulder.

The three men ran past the alleyway Jeff had pulled you into, and then Jeff carefully pushed you back, leaning out of the alley to double-check. He sighed, gruff and annoyed “fuckers” he grumbled, looking back at you and holding your shoulders “what in the hell are you doing out here? pretty sure your stop is a half-hour back that way?” you pouted, crossing your arms “…you fell asleep didn't you?” you rolled your eyes and went to leave the alleyway, Jeff holding you tight so you didn’t.

 You groaned, crossing our arms and looking away. “i-fuck I’ve gotten used to you waking me up, plus there was this new driver, who was an asshole by the way, and I just-…yeah” Jeff let out a quiet snort, holding his hands up in defense as you smacked him “shut up! It’s not funny” “kinda is” Jeff countered, leaning out the alley to check on the men again before looking back at you “come on, I’ll walk you home, buses are called for the night” you groaned, so you would’ve had to walk home anyway! Fucking great.

“please” you muttered, staying close to Jeff as he led you out of the alley and started escorting you back home. It was mostly quiet, you never talked much even on the bus, but you felt so much better with Jeff at your side. “you know, I realized something” you muttered and Jeff hummed, turning his head to look at you, letting you know he was listening “I never told you my name”

Jeff chuckled, shaking his head, his black hair falling in front of his sunglasses (why was he wearing sunglasses this late at night? Why hadn’t you questioned this before?) “uh-no, no you haven’t, I also haven’t asked” you rolled your eyes, swinging your hands slightly as you walked. That was both funny, and rude; so you shut up, waiting to see how Jeff would continue “…so, what is your name?” Jeff finally said, not wanting to deal with the awkward tension anymore.

“(y/n), my name is (y/n)” Jeff nodded, hands shoving into his pockets “(y/n)…” he said, as if testing your name on his tongue “…you have a nice name” you beamed, bumping into Jeff slightly “thank you, you do too.” he chuckled at your compliment, looking over his shoulder for a moment. You were about to do the same but his hand came up and pushed you to look forward. “Don’t, it's nothing” he muttered, continuing to lead you down the street, and you didn’t look again. You trusted him, you didn’t know why and honestly you probably shouldn’t as much as you did; but you trusted him.

Nearly an hour later, you made it home, sighing in relief as your key slid into the front gate. You turned to Jeff, who stood a few feet away, looking both ways for anyone that would be a threat. “Do you live in that area?” you asked, opening the gate and stepping halfway inside. Jeff nodded “that’s-that’s a long way from here with no bus…do-do you want to stay the night?” Jeff’s head snapped around to stare at you, shocked. “i-I mean it’s like” you checked your phone “three am now, it’ll be like five by the time you get back to that part of town. Kinda-not worth it to walk back?” you waited in silence for Jeff’s answer, tapping your fingers nervously on the gate as he continued to stare at you.

“uh-are-are you sure? I mean-we just learned each other’s names?” Jeff asked awkwardly, crossing his arms and scrunching in on himself, very confused about why you would willingly let someone into your apartment, of who you barely knew. You smiled, nodding into the complex and Jeff sighed “…okay, im tired as shit and I don’t wanna walk back” he muttered, walking into the complex and you followed close behind.

Soon he was standing in the middle of your living room, shoes by the door and staring down at your pulled-out couch-bed. Was he actually going to do this? He could easily take his knife and kill you right now, do the whole ‘go to sleep’ routine. But…he, didn’t want to? He didn’t know how but you had grabbed onto his heart, cracked it open, jumped inside, and superglued it shut.

Maybe it was the coffee? You made some damn good coffee, the best he had since…well ever. He made shit coffee himself, and no one at the mansion knew how to make it either, well-good make it at least. “what the fuck am I thinking?” Jeff groaned, sitting down on the pullout bed and taking off his face coverings, setting the items on the coffee table in front of him, and rubbing his face. “what have I gotten myself into?” he laughed gently, staring off into space as laid back on the bed.

He had gone out of his way multiple times now to make sure you got home safe, and every night he made sure you were awake for your stop. He had no idea why he had been compelled to do so, he remembered the first time he did it; it had been obviously been a hard night for you, since you had fallen asleep straight away after getting on the bus. And Jeff had felt…worried? You wouldn’t get off on your stop, so he pulled the chord and woke you up, at the time he reasoned with himself that it was to thank you for the cake pop. That day had been very frustrating for him, he had been pulled around like a puppet for slender, all on a wild goose chase for a fucking file that didn’t even matter in the end.

He thinks that was the day he decided not to kill you, that one moment of kindness probably saved your life and you never even knew. He sat up when he heard a loud gasp from the hallway next to him, whirling around to see you; wide-eyed. “oh holy shit” you muttered, staring at him in….awe? he could see the waning fear though, but…it was disappearing? “you- you’re Jeff the…wow I’m stupid aren’t I?” you laughed, curling in on yourself, mostly in an attempt to hide your body, wearing only a tank top and sleep shorts.

Jeff stared at you for a moment, getting caught on your thighs before he looked into your eyes, your very pretty eyes (as he had noted a long time ago). “uh…you-you’re not, scared?” he asked, voice raspy and deep like always, not daring to move so he didn’t scare you. You paused, then shook your head. Now Jeff was just, very confused.

“well, it's been what? seven months since we first rode together? And-well, you haven’t made any type of movement or-done anything to make me scared of you.“ you were rambling, but-Jeff had never heard you talk this much…and-he liked it, your voice. “You’ve walked me home twice now; you’ve woken me up pretty much every time in the gentlest way you could. I-..i dunno” you leaned on one foot, staring down at your floor. “you just…never gave me a reason to? And-if you were gonna kill me, I think would’ve done it by now?”

Jeff just chuckled, nodding a bit “yeah I uh…um…not gonna do that…I’d rather not lose my bus buddy” you giggled at that, covering your face “what?” Jeff asked, slowly getting to his feet, tilting his head “that’s-*snort* that’s what I called you till I learned your name~” you snorted, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He smiled, a real one, chuckling at you.  

“we’re both idiots huh?” Jeff joked, sitting back down on the pulled-out bed as you nodded, still giggling. “Go to sleep, I’ll be out before you wake up.” You were still giggling as you nodded, going into your kitchen to grab the drink you had been craving and passing him again to go back to your room “goodnight Jeff”

“night (y/n)” he muttered, sighing as he fell back against the messy sheets, rubbing his face. What had he gotten himself into? Him, a serial killer who wasn’t exactly human anymore, falling in love with a human. There was nothing else that harsh beating in his chest could’ve been, that fluttering in his gut when he saw you, the way his entire body felt lighter than air when you laughed. “shit” he was in love, in love with a girl who would probably never love him back because of who he was and what he did.

He had no shot.

Meanwhile, you were in your room, clutching a pillow to your chest. A serial killer, that’s who he was, Jeff the fucking killer. The dude you have been crushing hard on was a murderer. You should’ve felt awful, should’ve been calling the freaking police! I mean-he hurt people, on purpose, he killed people…and yet-oh and yet. You couldn’t deny the flush of your cheeks when you finally saw his face, the flutter of your heart at his bright blue eyes, the rapid beat of your heat when he smiled or laughed. You had fallen in love with a freakin’ murderer…and fuck your morals must’ve been shot out the window when you took on a retail job but g’damn, you don’t care.

Now how in the hell were you ever going to tell him? and if you ever did tell him, how would he react? Would it set him off? Would he laugh at you, because how in the hell could you think a murderer would ever have romantic feelings for someone? You sighed, flopping back on your bed, and staring up at your ceiling. You were fucked.

-

The routine continued on like normal after that, you would join Jeff on the bus, sit next to him, offer him a coffee and warm snacks, and Jeff would take them, carefully pulling his mask down to eat whatever you brought him, his pale skin peeking out as he leaned back against the seat. You would still fall asleep after tough shifts, though more often you slumped against his shoulder instead of against the window and then he would move you to his shoulder. His knuckles would still knock against your knee, sometimes he would stay the night when he didn’t feel like going all the way back towards the end of town.

You didn’t ask about what he did, and he was thankful for that; you didn’t need to know his ‘job’. Soon enough though, he started showing up around the end of your shift, getting a small cup of coffee while he waited for you. And it made your heart flutter, he could easily get onto the bus at his usual time and greet you when you got on, but he was going out of his way to get to you early so he could be with you while you waited for the bus. You always greeted him with a smile and a strawberry turnover, closing up for the night and saying goodbye to your coworkers (who were giggling at your obvious crush on Jeff, though he didn’t seem to realize).

Sometimes you would invite him to stay another night, sometimes he would walk right in, and other times he would shake his head, pointing behind his shoulder at nothing, and say; “work” you would nod, bid him goodnight and go up to your apartment, watching him walk down the street from one of the outside hallways.

One night, you were (for once) sleeping on your day off, happy to finally sleep in since you didn’t have work the next day; when you heard a bang at your apartment door. You jolted awake, stumbling towards the front door as someone knocked on it. You looked through the peephole, sighing in relief as you saw Jeff’s hoodie. It had a few odd stains but, your sleep-dead brain ignored them. You sleepily opened the door and looked at Jeff, who frowned at your face.

“hmm?” you blinked at him, wondering what he wanted. He stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him “Did I wake you up?” he whispered, letting his hood fall and taking off his facial covering. You nodded, rubbing your face after you set down your bat (when did you pick that up?) “yeah” you muttered, sniffing slightly as Jeff cupped your cheek, leaning into his callused palm. “day off, sleepin’ for once” you let out a yawn, Jeff chuckling at the action.

“c’mon” he muttered, picking you up with surprising ease. You turned to mush in his arms, practically purring at the warmth radiating from him; god he was like a furnace, perfect for your freezing apartment. He set you down on your bed, caressing your soft cheek with his bruised knuckles, and smiled “go to sleep” he whispered, tossing your blankets over your limp body and turning on his heel to go back to the living room, fighting every bone in his body to turn around and fall asleep next to you.

He stopped when his wrist was caught by a smaller hand, turning back to see you, pouting up at him “stay” your sleep-muddled brain said, trying to tug Jeff into your bed. You wanted the walking heat pack to be next to you in your freezing king-sized bed, you wanted the pretty walking heat pack to cuddle with.

“wha’?” Jeff laughed, stepping back towards you and leaning over your sleepy body that had no coherent thoughts running through it. “you’re delirious” he teased, gasping when your soft hands curled around his cheeks, your thumb tracing his extended smile “an’ you’re pretty, so pretty, beat Ryan Reynolds in all the competition” you slurred, giggling as Jeff’s face turned very warm under your fingers. “I’m pretty?” his voice cracked as he spoke, a whisper of disbelief as he leaned closer to your face, his eyes crinkling in a smile as you giggled sleepily and nodded, looking right into his bright blue eyes.

“so pretty, the prettiest, beautiful” Jeff felt like he was going to cry, no one had ever truthfully called him beautiful since before his turn, and sleep was the best truth serum. You were speaking from your heart, not an ounce of lies poisoning your lips. Jeff let out a garbled response, unable to speak through the pit in his throat. You giggled again, easily tugging him down to lay on top of you, inhaling his sharp scent. You continued to mutter compliments and praise to Jeff, unknowing of the tears slipping down his cheeks as he felt truly loved for the first time in…shit 11 years?

He kicked his shoes off with great struggle, pushed out of your arms long enough to shrug off his stained hoodie (he would definitely be cleaning that up before you saw what was on it), and settled next to you, his face pushed into one of your extra pillows as you hummed happily and snuggled into him, still giggling as he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight. “how in the hell did you do this?” Jeff whispered, waiting until you were long asleep to talk. “how in the hell did you make me fall in love with you?” you just hummed in your sleep, pushing your cheek against his clothed chest.

Jeff sighed, curling around you, his chapped lips pressed against your head. “dammit. I love you” you continued to sleep, unknowing of Jeff’s feelings for you. you woke up in his arms, around 6 am since that’s when your body woke you up. You looked up to see Jeff buried into your pillow, snoring lightly as his arms squeezed you lightly.

You felt your cheeks flush and you wiggled out of his arms, carefully going into your kitchen and starting breakfast. My god you were making a serial killer breakfast…you giggled, covering your face with your hand as you leaned against your window island. You were fucking smitten for him; you were so doomed.

“(y/n)?” Jeff’s raspy morning voice echoed out from your hallway, sleepily rubbing his face as he stepped into your kitchen. “what are you…are you-?” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, the best-smelling food he had ever seen laying out in front of him on the window island. You smiled, gesturing for him to dig in as you pile don the last two pieces of French toast onto your plate. Jeff blinked once, twice, and then went to sit down next to you, spreading butter and syrup on his French toast before taking a bite, groaning at the wonderful melody of sweet and savory.

You ate quietly, shoulder to shoulder, Jeff’s leg bouncing slightly as he bobbed his head to muted music, happily indulging in your food. It was…domestic, quiet, nice. Jeff liked that, the mansion was constant chaos, even when Slender commanded quiet, someone was always making it loud (yes sometimes that someone was him, no shame; he was an asshole). But-he found he liked the quiet domestic life you had, you woke up early, made your food, would get showered, do any chores you needed to do before work, go to work, close, eat dinner, sleep and repeat.

It was repetitive, but in a way that contrasted Jeff nicely; while he had a roof over his head every night, he never knew what he was going to do the next day, every moment was unplanned, which was sometimes anxiety-inducing. What he didn’t know, was that he provided a sense of, variety, in your life. You had begun to get bored of your routine, Jeff added that spice you needed. You both added something to each other’s lives that you had been desperately wanting, and didn’t even know you had wanted it.

This new routine continued, Jeff would sleep over more often or not, tossing his stained clothes into your washer, tossing a new set of clothes on that he brought in a backpack, and sleep with you in his arms. (soon enough he had a whole drawer for his clothes, even a few extra knives stowed away). The times he stayed for the entire night and then some, he would escort you to work, give you a hug, and then later that night he would escort you home, following you off the bus and into your apartment.

Of course, there would be nights he would either show up late, not show up at all, or be absent from the bus. You knew he essentially led a double life with you, after all he was a serial killer (who was more of a hitman); he couldn’t spend every night with you. But it was almost as if he had moved in, you even made him a spare key. You liked it, while you lived in a pretty secure neighborhood/apartment complex, you still had many anxieties about just-…living honestly, you were a grown woman living on her own. You’d heard horror stories about break-ins in what seemed like the safest place in the world.

Now you had a horror story living with you, and you’ve never felt safer.

But it seems not everyone got the message that you were under Jeff’s care. You woke up one night, on your day off, to the feeling of eyes. And they weren’t Jeff’s. Jeff’s eyes felt warm and curious, these felt…still curious, but cold. Calculating. As if they were sizing you up. You carefully moved your hand to grab onto Jeff’s switchblade he had hidden under his pillow, then whipped it out as a shadow jumped at you, you screamed as you arched it around and against the shadow's face, the sharp blade catching in the revealed man’s white mask.

He cursed, some of the blade had gotten his cheek and he stumbled away from you, holding the injured area. You stood as quickly as you could, bolting out of your room to get out of your apartment, maybe find another one of Jeff’s hidden knives, one that could do more damage. But you felt burly arms wrap around your waist and a cloth around your mouth. You struggled, you kicked, you screamed, and you stabbed the knife into the man's thigh.

He grunted in pain, but simply curled his arm around your throat and squeezed. You could feel yourself passing out, both from the chokehold and the chemically soaked cloth that blocked your airways. You cried out as best you could, only coming out as a choked squeak. “-eff” you coughed out, your world fading to black as you passed out in the man's arms.

-

Only a few hours later, it was still dark outside, barely 4am, Jeff came ‘home’. He had started mentally referring to your newly shared space as such, he didn’t remember when he started to, but it filled his chest with that warmth he had been missing for years now. His heart dropped when he saw the door cracked open, you never left it open. Under any circumstance. He pushed open the door, quietly, his breathing almost non-existent as he stalked into the home. He looked for any signs of life, nothing. your apartment was void of human life.

He stepped further inside, taking out his trusty knife and sweeping through the home, breath getting heavy as he saw no sign of you. “shit, shit shit shit” he muttered, the pathway from the door to your room was a mess, nearly everything knocked over and-shit-blood. “Jeffery?” Jeff whirled around, glad he kept his mask on as he looked at Ms. Ruth, your very kind neighbor. She looked frightened, wringing her thin hands together in worry “my boy, someone took her. An hour ago, she-she was screaming, she sounded so scared”

Jeff couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move. Someone took you. Someone took you. “fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Jeff cursed, his knife tight in his grip, batting the side of his head with the palm of his head “SHIT!” he looked back at Ruth, eyes wide with panicked tears in his eyes “Did-did you see what they looked like? Any defining features!?” the old woman nodded; her hands taught to her chest as she tried to remember what the man looked like.

“um, large, in both stature and figure, a-a tan jacket? Oh, and a white mask that had feminine features I think, yes-yes” Jeff felt a bubbling rage flow from his gut and throughout his body. “Tim.” He growled, marching towards Ruth and out of your apartment, closing and locking the door behind him before storming down the stairs. “Be careful dear! And bring her back safe!” Jeff gave Ruth a thumbs up from behind his shoulder and raced out of the apartment complex, running towards the forest with inhuman speed.

Tim had no fucking business in his personal life, in fact no one did. How fucking dare they.

-

You woke up with a raging headache, your hands tied tight behind your back. You groaned, frowning as you realized you were gagged as well, a cloth tied around your head and between your teeth. ’mother fucker’ you mentally cursed, attempting to sit up and look around, jumping as the dark room you were in suddenly illuminated, the man from earlier standing in the doorway. “Well~ good morning beauty~! You ready to meet the boss?” he purred, picking you up by your elbows and dragging you out of the dark room.

You couldn’t protest, you could hardly struggle, tears in your eyes with the desperate hope that Jeff would somehow find you. Fear bolted you to the ground, letting this unknown man who had kidnapped you drag you through elegant halls and to a set of tall and ornate doors. He shoved you through and let you collapse against the polished floor, bowing his head to something above “here she is sir, as you requested.” You whimpered from behind the gag, struggling to look up to see a tall and thin figure, terror bolting through your chest as you saw it had no face.

‘what the fu-‘ you thought was cut by loud painful screeches of static, you silently screamed in agony, curling up on the floor as the being ripped through your mind. It searched through every nook and cranny, humming when it found Jeff. You didn’t know how long you spent on that floor, but soon enough you could feel your voice rip through the painful static, sobbing in between screeches of agony. “STOP, STOP YOU’RE HURTING HER!” you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around you, that wonderful sharp scent flooding your senses. You sobbed into Jeff’s chest, wanting to throw your arms around him but they were still tied behind your back. You tried to say his name but you could only sob into your gag. You felt the gag and the ropes drop, the sides of your mouth sore from the harsh fabric. You tossed your arms around Jeff, feeling safe in his arms “Jeff” you whispered, voice horse and nearly gone from the screaming. He snarled, pissed to high heaven at his ‘boss’ and coworker “What in the fuck, did you do this for? She hasn’t done anything!” he stood, easily carrying you and holding you to his chest, your face hidden in his neck.

You heard that static again, quiet this time; no longer prying open your mind and its memories. “she wasn’t planning to do any of that! I've been around her for nearly a year now you fuck! if she was gonna turn me in, it would’ve happened months ago! And if I was going to fucking kill her, I would’ve done it as soon as I laid eyes on her! Fuck.off!”

You felt Jeff turn and storm out of the room, adjusting you in his arms so your face was fully pressed against his neck, his hoodie and neck blocking out your vision. “don’t look up, okay? Don’t look up.” You nodded, shallow and slow, sobs still pushing out your chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling millions of eyes on you. You felt that static again and Jeff turned, snapping his teeth “NO! Fuck you! I’m moving out, I’m done with your bullshit.”

He stormed out of the house, and into what you think was a forest? If the leaves crunching under his feet was any indication. “Jeff?” you asked weakly and he shushed you gently, his thumb rubbing against your shoulder “keep your head down (y/n), and don’t talk; lots of things see you as a snack out here” he muttered, and you nodded against his hoodie, shivering as the cold night air brushed against your uncovered legs, Jeff’s callused hand pressed tight against the inner part of your knee.

He glanced down at you, frowning as you shivered “fuck” he muttered, stupid fucking slender, stupid Tim, stupid Ben, if he could he would kill all of them. But he had no chance against slender, Tim’s death would only result in his, and Ben was already dead. But Ben had fucking ratted him out, so he guessed he could rough Ben up a bit at least. “let's get you home” he muttered and you nodded against his neck, gripping tightly to his hood.

Dawn was just barely breaking across the horizon when Jeff exited the forest, sitting down at the bus stop across the street, waiting for it to arrive. He spotted a few stragglers staring at you, lingering on your exposed skin; they quickly looked away when he glared right back, realizing who he was.

The bus finally rolled up and Jeff carried you inside, sitting in the back of the vehicle, glad the driver hadn’t even glanced at them. Finally, a half hour later, you were back home. He walked through the gates and raced up the stairs, opening your door with his hip and slamming it shut with his foot. He set you down on your couch, taking your fluffy blanket from the back and tossing it around you. “I’m gonna clean up, you just-stay there” Jeff muttered, patting your cheeks as you nodded numbly, watching as he moved about your messy apartment, cleaning up everything Tim had knocked over in his struggle to kidnap you.

You were fighting off sleep and glaring at sunlight by the time he was done. “c’mon” Jeff muttered, picking you up again and carrying you to your bedroom, setting you down and grabbing your phone from its charger. he turned on your favorite videos to zone out on and tugged off his shoes, collapsing next to you as you tugged him down, curling into his chest as he curled protectively around you “m’ sorry that happened” Jeff grumbled after a solid minute of silence, and you blinked away the tears. You had practically shut down on the way back, you didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to breathe too loudly, didn’t even want to blink. “but I promise, it won’t happen again.”

You nodded against him, breathing in his scent before something Jeff had said came crashing back into your mind “so…that’s where you lived?” you asked quietly, and Jeff nodded, his chin bumping against the top of your head “…and you’re moving out?” he nodded again, and that’s what bugged you, where was he going to move? Was he moving far away? Closer to you? Would you lose him or see him more often “where are you going to go?”

Jeff winced, biting his lip as he bounced his leg in thought. “I uh…I was kinda hopin’ you’d let me move in with you?” he made it sound like a question, not expecting you to sigh in relief and squeeze him tightly. “of course, half of your shit is here already” you joked, body finally relaxing after knowing Jeff wouldn’t be leaving again. “gotta key, sleep in here half the time, half my fridge has stuff fer you” you yawn, eyes fluttering shut as you soaked up Jeff’s warmth, feeling safe in his arms “practically moved in already”

Jeff chuckled, his previous anxieties floating away with your sleepy words, he kisses the top of your head, flushing when he realized you were still awake and very much felt that. Your curious, pretty, eyes looking up at him in shock “i-i-um…thanks” Jeff muttered, squeezing your arm in thanks before he felt your breath ghost across his lips. He stared into your pretty, pretty eyes, wordlessly telling him to do that again, but for real.

His breath stopped for a moment, then he kissed you. But-fuck. ‘then he kissed you’ was just- a bad way to say what he did. What he really did was melt into you, lips burning adoration into yours like you were the only person in the universe. You melt back into him, fingers curling into his dark locks and pushing him into you, moving up and over him as you kissed in the growing sunlight that slowly filled your room.

Your hands dive down from his hair, firmly resting on his chest, feeling the scarred tissue beneath as his hands gripped your hips, licking at your bottom lip as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. You finally pulled away as you gasped for air, face flushed as you watched Jeff do the same, swallowing harshly as he took deep breaths “you don’t know how long I've been wanting to do that” you whispered, leaning back down; only inches away from his scarred lips.

Jeff smiled, cupping your face and bringing you so close, your lips brushing together as he talked “and you don’t know how long I’ve been watching you” you giggled, you had a feeling he had seen you long before you had first seen him on the bus, but the fear of that had long left you. He was too far in love with you to ever hurt you in such a way.

“I love you” you whispered, and for the first time, you saw a humanoid blue screen. Jeff’s entire face turned red and he quickly buried it in your neck, pulling you into him so quickly that you hardly had time to laugh at his cherry-red face. “I love you too” he grumbled into your chest and you giggled loudly, pulling his face up; squishing his cheeks between your palms.

“you’re so cute Jeff” you teased, squealing as Jeff titled you to the side, switching places with you as you weakly fought against him, giggling as he returned the favor, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. You kept giggling as he leaned down and kissed you again, pouring all the pushed-down feelings into it. The next day, everything he wanted from his old room at his boss’ place was moved into your apartment, so you had a lot more knives stashed away, a whole array of dark clothing in your dresser and closet, several pairs of men's shoes by your door, and a lot more items to clean blood off clothes.

It was weird, but it worked. Who knew your bus buddy would become so much more? Not that you were complaining, not at all.

-end-

Idk I just-saw a cute prompt, and I was like ‘I HAVE TO WRITE A JEFF ONE WITH IT’ so I did~…hope yall liked it~ kthxbye~

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Alone Without You (Satoru Gojo x Reader)

TW: A tiny bit of angst? Not really? Otherwise no TW <3

Word Count: 526 Sorry it's so short once again!

This was the late night cuddle/rambles with Gojo that won the poll and I had to write it the same day the poll ended cause I got excited, lol! Anyways, I really hope you enjoy it and lmk if maybe there should be a continuation?

You were accustomed to this. Laying in bed alone while your boyfriend worked late. You weren’t ever mad about it, just a little lonely. Tonight was no different than the rest. 

”I’ll be home for dinner tonight!”

He had promised you that before he left. You knew that he wouldn’t actually be home for dinner. Regardless, you had gone through the trouble of making his favorite food in the small hope that he might actually make it. Of course, you ended up eating alone, again. After that, you had showered and gotten changed into your favorite set of pajamas. So now here you were, laying on your side of your shared king sized bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was completely silent and yet you had completely missed the sound of familiar footsteps walking across the floor. You were so focused on the ceiling that you even failed to notice the bed dip.

“Y/n… I’m sorry I didn’t make it for dinner” The familiar voice snapped you out of your daze and you turned your head to face two beautiful blue eyes and messy white hair.

“It’s alright… I saved left overs for you…”

You offer Gojo a tired smile and he swears he can feel his breath catch in his throat. He had never managed to make it home until after you were asleep up until now. However, seeing you now with that tired smile glued to your face, he vows to make it home to this as much as possible from now on.

“Thank you, I really appreciate the effort you put into me, even when you know I won’t make it home in time…” Gojo means it. He had postponed dating for so long. Not just because he was prioritizing training, exorcizing curses, and his strength, but because he knew that because of his position, he would struggle to be there consistently for a future lover. And yet here you were, being so patient with him… what did he do to deserve you?

“S’nothing… m’glad you’re here…” Your words begin to mush together as your exhaustion starts to get the better of you and Gojo notices. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him, tracing his fingers softly up and down your back.

“I’m glad I’m here too… did you miss me?” You meet him with a tired giggle and tilt your head up to look at him.

“I always miss you…”

You press a careful kiss to his collarbone and close your eyes. You were ready to sleep now. You lifted your leg and wrapped it around Gojo as well as your arms. It was like you were trying to melt into him. He found it adorable and kissed the top of your head.

“Good night beautiful…” He was met with silence. For the first time in forever, you had been able to fall asleep in his arms. It gave you comfort. Therefore, you had passed out faster than you ever had before. When he noticed this, he let out a soft chuckle and closed his own eyes. 

You know… he could get used to this…

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