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* = smut ♡ = suggestive

multi-part fics

- take that mask off... it's time - nightwing x male!reader polls <3

fandoms i should write for <3

my target audience

fanfics

-- fanfics <3

dcu

you're makin me crazy (really drivin' me mad) - dick grayson x fem!reader

we'll be okay - superbat x gn!reader

moments - superbat x gn!reader

you and him - clark kent x fem!reader

wait, i know you... - clark kent x fem!reader

…how could i not? - clark kent x fem!reader pt2

tangled in tenderness - deadpool x male!reader

bruce wayne who… - bruce wayne x fem!reader

headcanons - superbat x gn!reader

quit pretending batty - superbat x gn!reader

i'll take care of you - jason todd x ftm!reader

"then it's out secret" - clark kent x fem!reader

that's my girl - jason todd x shy!fem!reader

it’s too late for you and me - jason todd x reader

headcanons - dick grayson x male!reader

you're pretty when you threaten me - lobo (dc) x ftm!reader

headcanons - tim drake x ftm!reader

headcanons - clark kent x reader

diary of a wimpy kid

a pity she does not exist - rodrick heffley x ftm!reader pt1

a shame he's not a... - rodrick heffley x ftm!reader pt2

blueberry hands - rodrick heffley x male!reader

marvel

how long will you run? - peter parker x stark!reader (male reader)

my hero academia

extra extra - kirishima eijirou x black!male!reader

no im not a human

beautiful things - coat guy x male!reader pt1

ugly truths - coat guy x male!reader pt2

invincible

and what's your breaking point? - mark grayson x reader

fracture point - sinister!mark x male!reader

all i want is you - mark grayson x reader

never leaving you - mark grayson x hero!male!reader

was i not enough? - mark grayson x hero!male!reader

just me and you - mohawk!mark grayson x male!reader

healed - mark grayson x male!reader

just a bit tipsy - mark grayson x male!reader

the quiet between missions - cecil x gn!reader (platonic)

yeah? - sinister!mark x male!reader

all for you - mark grayson x male!reader

you're it for me - maskless!mark x male!reader pt1

all i've ever wanted - mark grayson x male!reader pt2

do i look like him? - mark grayson x cecil!male!reader

haunted - target!mark grayson x ghost!male!reader

in the stars - allen the alien x gn!reader

but i care - mark grayson x black!male!reader

see me - mohawk!mark x male!reader

cashed out - mark grayson x fem!reader

echoes of you - target!mark grayson x male!superman!reader

percy jackson

sleepy feelings - percabeth x hypnos!gn!reader

always there - luke castellan x daughter of hades!reader (or any)

no room for goodbyes - percabeth x hypnos!reader

baby, tell me what you need - jason grace x daughter of nyx!reader

golden boy - luke castellan x son of apollo!black!male!reader

with us - poly!percabeth x daughter of medusa!reader

content - luke castellan x son of hestia!reader

counting sheep - poly!percabeth x hypnos!gn!reader

confessions - leo valdez x poseidon!fem!reader

demon slayer

always so stubborn huh? - giyuu tomioka x fem!reader

obsessed much? - douma x fem!demon!reader

loved - giyuu tomioka x fem!hashira!reader

aot

don't be shy~ - nerd!armin x fem!reader

freak like me - nerd!armin x male!reader *

jjk

baby, come back to me - suguru geto x fem!reader

thinking about... - nerd!gojo x fem!reader

oneshot - gojo x ftm!reader

oneshot - gojo x fem!reader x suguru*

annoying - bully!suguru x black!fem!reader *

one piece

thinking about… - husband!mihawk x fem reader

blue lock

love bites - shidou ryusei x gn!reader ♡

peacemaker

absolutely in love with you - adrian chase x fem!reader

real feelings - adrian chase x fem!reader

the hunger games

fall had just started to begin, and the deep chill of the wind flows in your hair. your window now wide open with the screen off as you try to flawlessly execute your plan for the night. currently, you were standing ridiculously still in the opening of your window because as you were trying to take the screen off of it, well- it fell. like all the way down onto your home's fence, which resulted in a cringey loud noise that of course would only happen at night, when you were actually trying to be sneaky.

after a couple of minutes pass, and you know for sure that nobody in the house had woken up, you slowly move your body back inside your room. feeling the chill from outside, you wanted to make sure you weren't freezing your ass off on the walk to rodrick's house. unzipping your backpack, you make note of all the things you already have.

snacks? check. extra clothes? check. bunch of random stuff? check. jacket? wait-

rummaging through your closet, you quickly find one of your thicker jackets in your fall clothing bin. you shove it into your bag, flinging it onto your shoulder, and crawling your way out your window. with your room being on the second floor, it seemed like a far drop- but it really wasn't. not when you had a pile of leaves to fall on, all thanks to your huge backyard tree that conveniently shed its leaves near your window.

once you successfully make it out your window and down to the side of your house, you walk your way to the sidewalk. it's gotten darker now- save for the various warm streetlights that are now lit everywhere along the streets. and a couple of cars pass up and down the neighborhood as you make your way to rodrick's house. leaves crunch under your footsteps and other people walking around this evening offer you a nod in acknowledgement as you walk by.

your heartrate slightly picks up once you make the turn on the street of his house, an unknowing smile creeping up on your face due to excitement and nervousness.

his house wasn't lit up, save for a couple of windows upstairs which you guessed was his brother since no cars were in the driveway. 'perfect', you thought to yourself- sneaking in just got a whole lot easier.

running to the back of his house, you can see the typical lights and faintly hear the music coming from his room. looking around the ground, you find a couple of small pebbles on the ground and scoop them in your hand. you hoped that he could hear the rocks on his window through his music. after throwing one pebble, there was no answer. after another one was thrown, the music coming from inside abruptly stopped and the window was lifted up.

"look who finally decided to show up," rodrick whispers from his window, hair already lathered in bleach. he brings his hand out and taps on the ladder next to the window. "c'mon, c'mon!"

laughing, you jog over and climb your way into his room- bag plopped on the floor next to rodrick's guitar. "you left me freezing out there."

rodrick turns his music back on but lowers it just a tad to hear you. "yeah? what were you about to get frostbite or somethin'?" he says, his hand reaching out to grab your cool one. chills running throughout your body as his warmth reaches you.

"actually, yeah i was," you pause and fake a pout. "then who would be able to do your hair? oh my gosh-"

"oh whatever, shut up and let's get started," he laughs out, walking to his dresser. "i already mixed the bleach but i don't have gloves for the dye."

you both looked at each other from across the room, faces basically telling each other that neither of you had gloves for the very staining dye that he has. the room erupts in a bit of laughter after a moment of you two staring at each other. "i'll just wash this bleach out and we'll figure it out from there- oh and," he flips some covers over on his bed. "i got you your favorite take out."

you thank him and watch him walk down the hall to the bathroom. the smell of food gets your stomach grumbling, and his bed looks real comfortable right now, so without much thought you end up curled up on his bed going through his collection of records.

a couple of them you recognize, others you don't. but you see a lot of the ones you've gifted him over the years, and now that you think about it, the music playing right now was one of the ones you had given him.

if you remember correctly, it was the time you two went to one of the various thrift stores last summer.

"you bored yet? or do you just like snooping through my stuff?"

turning over, you see rodrick. hair wet, bleached hair, and halfway putting a shirt on. you cover your face in hopes to try and hide the nervous smile you have and calm the heat creeping up onto your cheeks. he must've just taken a shower because the smell of his signature bodywash fills the room and he looks refreshed.

and really hot.

"well yeah, i have great music taste so why wouldn't i go through the records?" you tease.

he walks over to his window and grabs your bag, looking through it. "wow so you weren't gonna tell me you have snacks?"

you roll your eyes and sit upright on his bed. "stop being dramatic, you know i brought those for you."

rodrick finally pulls the dark blue bottles of dye out of your bag, quietly laughing. "yeah i know." he says, pulling out a coke and beginning to drink it down.

"oh don't get smart-" you start, throwing some of his pillows at him as he tries to dodge them.

"alright! alright! i'm joking," he laughs. "c'mon can you do my hair now?"

"mm i don't know..."

he walks over to you, his scent really filling your nose now. he leans down to your face, his chocolate irises looking into yours. "please?"

and how could you say no after that?

heading down the hallway to the bathroom, rodrick leans on the sink as you set down the bottles along with a plastic container. after squeezing out the dye from the bottles, you reach over and ruffle his hair, the silky strands running through your fingers. "you ready? this dye actually looks really pretty." saying the last part more to yourself than to him.

but rodrick brings the container in between the two of you, shaking the container slightly. "i want to do it too."

and the way he says it- almost like he was shy about it- caught your attention. "...so then... i mean- why did you ask me to come over and do it for you silly?"

"because..."

"because?" you ask smiling at him with squinted eyes.

in a flash, he dips one of his fingers in the container and presses his fingers on your cheek. "hey!"

"my hair can't get any blonder, we should totally start putting the dye on," he says, obviously trying to ignore your questioning.

but you really didn't mind and immediately got to work.

after about thirty minutes of spreading deep blue hair dye throughout his hair, both of your hands were stained thoroughly- some of it staining parts of the sink. "this stuff isn't permanent right?"

rodrick looks down at your hands as you play with the leftover dye stuck to your fingers. he picks up one of the bottles and carefully reads the words on the back. "uh... nope. why, what's wrong?"

"well i mean, i literally snuck out so how would i explain to my family why my hands are blue?" you ask him, quirking up your eyebrows at him.

"blueberries."

you snort and look at him with a crooked smile. "blueberries?"

"yeah just say you ate a ton of blue berries in the middle of the night and they stained your hands." and you almost believe it with the way he says it with such confidence- but you know that his idea will definitely not work. "besides, i think you could clean your hands before then."

rodrick now stares at you, blue dye smudged on his hairline and throughout his head. deep brown eyes turning into honey as the warm bathroom light hits them perfectly. it was then, that you begin to notice his unique features all over again. the tiny brown freckles that quietly dust his face, the way his nose sits perfectly between his slanted eyes. including the way his lips naturally hold a pout- especially when his focus drifts off in class.

"you're staring..." he whispers, and you now notice how close you two had gotten while you were lost in thought.

before, you tried to hide your nervous smile but now it was all out for show. "and?"

he smirks at your answer, his head tilting as he leans in and really looks at you. "well if you keep staring at me," he pauses and his eyes flicker down to your lips then back up to your eyes. "then i'm going to kiss you."

"then do it."

and as much as rodrick hates listening to anyone, he sure as hell listens to you. his lips fit perfectly against yours, the taste of cola reaching your mouth. you feel cool, stained hands reach up to you- one on the base of your neck and the other one on your cheek. he tugs the back of your neck, allowing him to kiss you deeper. one of your hand's lands on his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to you.

after a couple of minutes, you break apart from him, but you quietly laugh as he chases your lips. "slow down pretty boy."

rodrick licks his lips and huffs. "oh, so i'm pretty now?"

"always have been."

looking behind him into the bathroom mirror, you see blue smudges all across your face and all over your neck. "you made a mess-"

he pulls you back over to him by the waistband of your pants. "don't worry about that right now," he whispers and places a couple of kisses on your forehead before pulling back. "we just made out."

"yeah we did."

"and you kissed me back."

"mhm," you hum. "in fact, i think you just might like me."

"you aren't too innocent either, your tongue was just shoved dow-"

you cut him off with another kiss, purposefully placing your stained hands onto his face before kissing the tip of his nose. "don't be cocky now."

before he could answer you though, you see the time and notice that you should probably be heading home.

like right now.

"you could just stay here..." rodrick says, noticing the time as well. he has the same pout on his lips from before and his eyes look into yours.

"for starters, you need to wash the dye out of your hair and secondly, i gotta get back before anyone wakes up," you say. "and we'll technically see each other later today."

after a quiet moment, he finally relents and hops off the sink. "can i get a kiss at least?"

you turn around, grab him by his waist and land a couple of kisses on him. his smile growing after each one. "okay you can go now, but-"

"hm?"

"we can talk later right? like- about us?"

staring at him, a shy smile grows onto your face. "of course we can."

and that was all he needed.

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a/n. is this yaoi?? lol anyways i hope you enjoyed it !!

i. food talk

it was in the middle of summer now, so camp was as lively as ever. sun beating down on the campers out doing chores or the various hobbies there were to do. the demeter kids could be seen working on their crops, ares kids training all day and night, and various counselors trying to keep their cabin mates out of trouble. (prank wars got real serious in the summertime)

but you and leo found peace in all the witty chaos of camp. it wasn't early when you two decided to get a snack- more like you had to convince him to take a break- but it wasn't too late to where all the food had been eaten up by the ares kids.

sitting down, you watch a game of volleyball while you wait for leo to return with both of your plates. he always insisted getting you your food- saying something along the lines of 'pretty girls like you should be taken care of' along with a wink as he walked away. you try to ignore the beginnings of a smile creeping up onto your face at the memory though, looking back to see leo already heading towards you.

"and this is for you," he says as he hands you over your plate. "i grabbed you the last chunk of fruit too- looks like you were right about taking a break huh?"

your plate was filled with all your favorite assortment of fruits and tonight's dinner. leo then placed another plate in between you two, a couple of cookies and brownies scattered on the plate, their smell filling your nose almost in an instant.

following your gaze, he notices you staring at the deserts on the plate.

"oh, i know you like both so i just-"

"got me both?" you ask, huffing out a laugh. "you really didn't have to leo but thank you."

"of course, pretty."

there it is again, that warm feeling creeping up on through your neck to your face. you brush it off with a quiet giggle though. "you always call me that- why?" you ask, picking up a cookie and taking a bite out of it.

sure, it was sunny outside, and you could practically see the honey brown of his eyes glowing, but you could totally see the faint blush that was now on leo's face. a goofy smile plastering across him as soon as you asked him. "well maybe it's because you're pretty."

you tilt your head slightly to the side, getting a better look at the boy. "maybe?"

his nervous laughter filled your ears as he tries to avoid your gaze. "no, you are. that's why i call you that," his tone whispers, gaze now looking more sincerely at you.

"mhm, and what else?" you ask. a beat passes, then another before he looks like he's about to say something.

"you two done flirting with each other?"

both of you look up and see percy standing in front of the table you two were at.

"we weren't flirting, just giving honest compliments is all," leo states with a playful smirk.

you look up at percy, his eyes squinting slightly at leo before flickering over to you- holding up one of your hoodies. "it'll be cold later on so i brought you your hoodie because- well you're always out with someone..."

way to be subtle percy, way to be subtle.

-

ii. machines and naps

it was nighttime, most likely way past curfew but you were sitting on one of leo's desks. toying with spare clogs and some of his latest inventions that didn't make the cut.

it was raining tonight, and the smell of faint vanilla, sandalwood, and rain were not helping with you staying awake. one of his blankets flows over your body as you slightly swing your legs back and forth as an effort to keep yourself awake.

"getting sleepy, huh?"

flicking your eyes towards him, his curly hair now pulled back by one of your hair ties as he works on his project. "you can go back to your cabin if you want- don't let me bore you to sleep."

"you never bore me, just a little sleepy tonight," you yawn as you stretch out on the desk. "continue working, trust i'm fine."

leo softly smiles at you but turns back in his chair, working on what he was before.

around twenty minutes pass and the rain had gotten harder now. banging comfortably on the window's glass and the quiet rumbles of thunder can be heard from outside.

but when you open your eyes, you're laying down. covers bundled around you keeping you warm and a soft pillow resting under your head. looking up, you see leo, still sitting at his desk working away without a care in the world. you don't open your eyes all the way though, just readjust in the bed with a soft sigh.

'he must've carried me over here'

a couple of moments pass and leo heads over to you. the candles illuminating his side of the cabin and next to his nightstand are blown out.

"goodnight (name)." you subtly hear him whisper. a faint smile graces your features before you drift back off to sleep. the sounds of rain still filling the cabin.

-

iii. always

leo has been thinking about that night for the longest. he knew you were going to fall asleep right on his desk and he couldn't just leave you there in that awkward, uncomfortable position. (no matter how peaceful you looked)

his mind was riddled with the way you had unconsciously clung to him as he picked you up and carried you over to his bed.

but a part of his mind was eating away at him. you two really hadn't talked since that night and he couldn't really figure out... why?

you two had many moments together, became great friends ever since you met each other. but he couldn't help but think that all of his actual flirting was just for your playful flirting. and what if you really did just think of him as your best friend? nothing more, nothing less.

it was really eating him up inside.

hearing a knock on his cabin door, he is pulled out of his thoughts. sighing, he gets up from his bed and walks over to the cabin door, opening it.

"we need to talk."

it was percy but he seemed like he really meant business. stepping inside leo's cabin without another word. "yeah man, talk about what?" leo asks as he closes the door, standing across from percy.

"did something happen between you and (name)?"

leo's eyes squint in confusion at his question. "...no? why what happened?"

"she's been acting weird ever since she stayed the night here. just wondering if you guys had-"

"nah, nothing happened with us- i mean between us. maybe something else is bothering her?"

leo swore he could've started praying to every god and goddess he knew in order to make sure percy didn't catch his slip up. but obviously, things don't fly by percy that easily. "...us?"

dammit.

"i mean- well yeah she's like my best friend so yeah. us." leo finishes off with a shrug.

percy now looks at him, a smirk on his face. "just tell her. please, i mean it's getting ridiculous at this point."

the air stills, and leo's eyes brightened at the mention of just merely you. "really?"

"you make her happy, and you're better than a lot of other guys she could've picked so yeah- really."

"yes!"

both of the boys turn their heads to one of the windows- where your voice could be heard from. it was muffled, but it was definitely yours.

"(name)!?" percy shouts, and you slowly open the door of the cabin. shyly stepping in trying to keep your gaze away from leo who now has a bright smile on his face.

"well this was easier than i thought," percy begins as he scoots behind you- walking through the door. "good luck you two."

you stare at him, and he stares at you. a goofy smile growing on your face the longer he looks at you with his eyes. "so..."

"so?"

"well- pretty girl- do you... do you like me back?"

his voice is low, but he asks the question with a large ounce of confidence.

you giggle as you step closer to him- hugging him. "of course i do, took you long enough."

he picks you up and twirls you around in circles as you laugh loudly. "took me long enough!? oh c'mon you just said you liked me back!"

setting you down, he looks at you with a wide smile on his face. you bring your hand up to his face, brushing stray curls out of his eyes. you hum as your eyes scan across his features. "you gonna kiss me now?"

leo took his chance right then and there and kissed you deeply. his hold on you firm but sweet and gentle.

oh- how you've waited for this.

since that night, the smell of violence and warm blood had left your house, but you noticed there was still a bit of staining in the carpet. nothing bleach couldn't fix but you made sure that if anyone else was let in that they wouldn't be let inside that room. hell, if you had a lock and key for the door- it would totally be off limits.

even though you tried to keep what had actually happened away from the other people who resided in your home, the little boy that had been in your closet asked coat guy about the man. your heart dropped at the mere mention of the guy who had been mangled on the floor not too long ago, but coat guy seemed to take a liking to the boy. offering a decent smile as he waved the boy off. 'he's nothing to worry about, you're safe now'

...glad that was taken care of.

the sisters however, seemed to be even more wary than when they first arrived. not necessarily of coat guy- or you- but just in general. 'did he really just stop by and... leave? just like that?'

in all honesty, you had half the mind to just tell them that he was a visitor who had to be dealt with accordingly. but remembering the way they held each other close- bodies shaking with anxiety- you let them believe he had just left. 'not everyone stays long y'know?' you had said with a comforting smile, only leaving when they had calmed down enough. you didn't entirely lie- you've had people in the past stop by your home only to leave a couple of nights later.

now, coat guy had kept his promises. mess cleaned up- even the ones he makes in the future- and protection. in fact, he was really holding up to his last promise. he followed you around the house more often, made you little snacks for you when you were dealing with assholes at your door, and slept beside you in your bed at night. cuddling up to you as he tries to take your warmth, but you didn't mind one bit.

there was a sense of security now- underneath all the anxiety inducing news and the people who come up to your door with aggressiveness- you always had him now.

-

a couple of knocks from your door permeated throughout your home. the sun had set not too long ago so you were kind of surprised to have someone stop by this early in the night, but people were seemingly getting desperate the longer this whole thing went on. so as always, you answer the door with caution, keeping a small distance between you and the door before calling out. "who is it?"

"hey stranger, i'm looking for a place to crash for a couple nights- got any room?"

looking through the peephole, you see an average looking guy. he has a dark blue long sleeve shirt on and black jeans- he can't be older than 25. his body seems riddled with exhaustion, and he has his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. nothing really stands out but you're not taking chances like the last time.

"okay... but what brings you to my house though?"

the guy smiles but takes his hands out of his pockets to make a show of how he has nothing on him. "i'm not armed and your house was the only one that looked safe for miles so i figured i'd take a chance. that's all."

you look behind you and see coat guy leaning on the wall next to you. still clinging onto your hoodie, his face doesn't read anything, but he looks at you as if saying 'it's your call'.

and you know if anything truly goes wrong, you'll somewhat be fine.

"no funny business?" you ask.

"no funny business."

a couple of moments pass, checking to see if you could notice any oddities on the guy on your porch but you weren't picking up on anything in particular.

"come in."

you make note to keep an eye on him though.

-

the next couple of days were fairly easy to say the least. the guy you had let in proved to trusted, he even made runs out after the sun set to get extra supplies or food. fema had stopped by and took one of the other people you had let in in the past couple of days though, not that you really minded as long as they weren't too pushy with you.

coat guy though- well he was acting slightly off. last night would be a perfect example. you made a habit to check on the rooms and your house before going to sleep yourself to make sure everyone was settled. but not only had coat guy not come to your room that night, he didn't even give you his usual snack.

so after you finished checking on the sisters, you had stumbled across coat guy just... standing there.

in the front of bathroom door where the other guy was staying at. the floorboard had creaked under your weight which alerted him- snapping his head up to you. but when you asked him if he was okay, he just told you 'just making sure everyone's fine.'

not that you bought that or anything, but you still got him to come lay down with you.

waking up now, you feel dryness settle into your throat and a very strong need for water. so, you gently get up, trying not to disturb coat guy, brushing a few stray strands of his hair out of his face.

as you walk down the hallway to the kitchen, you find that the guy was already in there. sitting at the table with an empty mug in front of him. "oh hey man, didn't mean to disturb you," he says.

"couldn't sleep?"

he sighs, toying with the rim of the mug. "nah, but who really can in a world like this? am i right?"

you offer a knowing smile to him and grab a bottle of water. you begin to turn back around and head back to your room, but he stops you. "hey uh, have you noticed how weird he's been acting?"

his voice has now dropped to a whisper, and his face shows a new amount of seriousness than before.

"...who?"

"y'know- the guy? with the weird coat? i mean he says he's cold all the time- that's not," he pauses. "that's not human."

walking back over to the counter, you place your bottle down and turn to face him. "he's... he's fine. some people are just naturally cold-"

"'naturally cold' my ass. we could all be in danger- and he just creeps around all the time too," he whisper-shouts. "look, i know i just got here but you seem like a genuine person, so let's point out the obvious here and get rid of him."

your heart is racing a million miles a minute at this point. you had hoped someone wouldn't catch onto him- purposely hiding him from fema whenever they came by- but now... you're stuck.

"he's been here for a while and hasn't done anything. kind of silly to just accuse someone right?" you justify, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice.

"but can you say with 100% certainty that you can trust him?"

'i can trust him, but can you?'

that's what you really wanted to say but a part of you was scared. not of him but for him.

not only did he just accuse him, but he was also right about it and seemingly posed a threat to coat guy. not that he could really do anything to him... unless.

"who's to say you're not one?"

"what?"

walking up to the table he was sitting at, you clear your throat. "i said- who's to say you aren't a visitor?

"but i- i'm not-"

"let me check your eyes then."

his face changes for a mere second, something like fear flashes across it. "i don't need to be checked. i would've-"

"then get. out."

that's when he pushes himself away from the table and marches across the kitchen right towards you. slamming you against the cupboards, a deep smirk gliding on his face. "you humans are all the same. dumb and impressionable. i just tried to give you a way out but now i-"

his speech is abruptly cut off, blood splatters onto your face, and begins to seep out of his nose. his grip loosens on you as you both look down and see a tip of a knife lodged through his chest.

behind him, coat guy stands, watching his body crumple to the floor as he pulls out the knife.

silence fills the room.

you look at coat guy who immediately drops the knife and begins to inspect you. "you're okay, right?"

trying to speak, your body continues to shake. your mind trying to grasp what had just happened. he calms you down by placing his cold hands onto your face, wiping the blood off from under your eye. "hi."

"...hey."

he sighs, looking around your face for any cuts. "you took too long coming back to bed."

'oh. had it been that long?'

"i don't want you to be afraid of me. i protect you- see? i-"

you bring your own hand up to his face, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. "i'm not afraid," you brush your thumb on the side of his face. "see?"

"he was one of you, and you- you killed him."

there was no sign of guilt or resentment on his face when you said that. in fact, all he really looked at was you. "he wanted to hurt you. but you are mine- mine to take care of and look after," he whispers. "and you give me a place to stay, a home."

you nod, understanding why he had done what he did. offering an understanding smile, you look down at the body. "let's clean this together, yeah?"

"we can go back to bed after, right?"

that earns him a genuine laugh from you, body already recovering from what had transpired. "anything you want."

taglist. @crystalcremes

it was a couple of nights ago where everything got creepier than it already had been.

see, you weren't an asshole so you let as many people as you could find safety inside your home. your neighbors were long gone but you weren't going to go outside just yet- especially with the sun burning anything in its harsh glow and the dead bodies littering the ground.

but you weren't stupid either. if someone was just too suspicious or too uncanny- you never let them in. no matter what, whether it was little kids or a group that looked exhausted from hours of traveling. it wasn't just you in your house anymore, you had other people to protect now.

so, when you got another knock on the door after denying someone else access to your home, you hesitated to open it at first. looking through the peephole, you could see not one but two people standing on your porch. one had his arms wrapped around him like he was freezing and the other one had a more laid back posture to him. it was obvious that they weren't traveling together but just ended up here at the same time.

"can i help you two?" you ask from behind your door. the coat guy was the first one to speak. "it's freezing out here, could you let me... us inside?"

you waited for the other guy to say something, but he looked at the coat guy for a second and then back at the door. "freezing? it's not all that cold anymore..." your voice trailed off as you tried to remember what the news had said about identifying visitors. they hadn't said anything about feeling cold and they don't usually appear with another person either.

"well i mean, we're all different right? i'm just naturally cold."

no red flags were coming from either of them, and they were better than a lot of the other people who had come up to your home in the past so...

"come on in."

now, it had been a couple of days since you let them in. only one of the people who were already in your home had been killed but you got rid of the one you believed to be a visitor.

coat guy had let you check him thoroughly with no problems, his eyes weren't red, hands were clean, and his teeth were fine. although he carried a scent of leather with him and complained about being cold- but you didn't really mind. you gave him some extra blankets you found in your closet and even saw him cuddled up in your jacket when you were checking your house throughout the night.

it was kind of cute.

but good things never really last, especially with the state of the world.

the other guy he had come with wasn't exactly odd but something about him was throwing you off. he would sort of follow you around the house, asking very personal questions, and even tried to hold your hand after you gave him some food.

you had threatened to kick him out if he didn't stop acting weird but all you got in return was an annoyed 'yeah whatever you say' from him.

and now, you were definitely regretting not handing him that fema notice.

"c'mon don't get shy on me now, you got a couple of girls in here and you never even made a move?"

this conversation- well one-sided conversation- had been going on way longer than you wanted it to. but ever since you snapped on him, he was bugging you with more questions than before.

"i'm not like that, my house is a safe space," you pause and turn around to face him. "and you better not pull anything funny either-"

"what? are girls not your thing?"

he was standing closer now, not towering over you but way too close for your own comfort. his eyes looked like they were looking right through you- like they were hungry, and his body language was nothing short of confronting. grabbing your wrist, he moves his face inches from yours and speaks in a lower tone. "y'know... i think i'm right- why don't we-"

"what are you doing?"

you both turn your heads to face the kitchen door to find coat guy leaning on the frame. your hoodie clinging onto him as he studies the other guy.

he drops your wrists and takes a couple of steps back from you. "none of your business," he says, irritation clearly heard in his voice. he doesn't stay around for coat guy to say anything though; he brushes past him bumping his shoulder into his.

silence fills the kitchen, save for the coffee pot quietly brewing coffee for the others if they wanted some.

"are you okay?"

your eyes meet his and you swear you can see a bit of genuine care laced in his eyes. "yeah i'm fine. this whole 'end of the world' thing has got people going crazy," you reply.

coat guy doesn't say anything but gives you a look- like he's angry but not really at you. he was one of the quiet ones though, so you don't push it with him. if anything, he's been a nice bit of peace in this world.

"it's fine- really. trust me i've had to deal with worse."

he doesn't say anything but he seems to be put at ease knowing that you could've handled the guy yourself.

he grabs your cup of coffee of off the counter and takes it with him. you would have stopped him, but you remember the first time you made him some and he loved it so much he begged you to make him another cup.

what a day already- and it's only morning.

-

the cool air of the night began to seep into your home, and you felt it settle into your body as you woke up. you look around for a bit, not really remembering falling asleep earlier in the day. you stretch and crack a couple of your bones before you get out of your bed and begin to check up on people.

although there's a strange smell that hits your nose as soon as you open your bedroom door.

checking the closet- you leave the little boy in there alone after making sure he wasn't hungry or anything like that. handing him a spare plushie you had to keep him company.

checking the guest bedroom- you find the two sisters that came a while ago, one of them sleeping and the other reading one of the books from the nightstand. she made herself a cup of tea and thanked you again for letting them in.

but when you walk down the hall to the living room... a sense of dread suddenly fills you. and the smell from before hits stronger. something like iron and stickiness filling your nose.

after a couple of footsteps down the hallway you stop in front of the door to your living room. a couple of beats pass, and you finally swallow down the anxiety that settled deep in your stomach. once you open the door you're met with a horrid sight.

the man from earlier- his body was mangled. blood seeping into the hardwood floor and the off-white carpet that was set on the ground. his body lay unmoving and it looked- cold.

"i didn't want you to see this yet," a whisper reached your ears. you look in the corner and see coat guy. although he looked mysteriously clean. not a hair out of place and not a single sprinkle of blood on him. but you know he was the one that did this. you step inside and close the door, even though now you know he's one of them.

"why did you do this? and why now out of all times? you could've killed anyon- you could've killed me!" you whisper-shouted at him. but he looked at bit hurt at what you said.

"i would never hurt or kill you..." his face now adorned a frown.

you sigh, anxiety still spiked though. "then why did you kill him?"

"because he wasn't nice to you, and you are mine to protect. he wasn't... right," he stated in an eerily calm voice.

that's when you look down and realize that he did in fact have blood on him. his hands were coated in it, and it wasn't dry. which meant that he purposely waited to do this to the guy. "don't be angry with me?"

he says it more like he's pleading with you instead of telling you not to be. and you can see it in his eyes that he meant no real harm... at least to you.

"why me? i'm just like any other human and you're- you're a visitor. what makes me so special?" you interrogate him, stepping closer to him. he grabs onto your hoodie that he had taken and begins to mess with the sleeves of it. "you care for people very nicely, and you let me in when i told you i was cold," he pauses then looks up at you. "many do not have the same kindness you do."

your stomach drops a little bit at the feeling of guilt creeping in.

had it really been your kindness that saved you?

the blood had now transferred onto your hoodie, but nothing in you could really bring you to care. if anything, you weren't even thar startled anymore about what he had done to the guy that now lays on the cold floor. maybe...

"okay... you can stay but you have to do two things for me."

his hands grab yours and you slightly cringe at the sticky feeling of blood now on your hands. "anything."

"first, clean up the mess you made in here okay? then, if a visitor ever comes in here and i don't know it- you take care of them. for me," you state.

in all honesty, you didn't think he would agree to that last bit. he was one of them and it would defeat the whole purpose of visitors- but he quickly agreed. no hesitation written on his face.

taking his hands out of yours, he lifts his bloodied hands to your face, brushing his thumb under your eye. "promise."

what did you just get yourself into?

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a/n. more of coat guy or other characters from ninah? lmk <3

ᛝ now we all know that kirishima has a real bubbly personality, always positive and outgoing but when he saw you... it multiplied. by like a lot.

ᛝ so being the "manly" guy he is, he immediately went up to you and quickly made conversation. what really drew him to you was the way your curls surrounded you like a halo and the way your skin glistened under the sunlight that afternoon. but he wasn't gonna tell you that... yet.

ᛝ ua students were almost always busy. but since you two typically trained around the same time, he took that as an advantage. sparring lessons and workouts became routine for you two and he couldn't help but admire how good you looked- especially after your workout.

ᛝ also, it's known that he dyes his hair quite often to keep his signature red appearance. so if you also dye your hair, he practically begs you to go with him to the hair store so you guys can dye your hair together <3

ᛝ bakugou called him out on his bs though, even if he couldn't care less about other people's love life, he was sick and tired of watching kirishima fawn over you when you weren't looking.

ᛝ he denied it of course... until mina got involved. see you and mina were real close so she definitely tried to get you to confess if you liked him back or not (you totally did)

ᛝ so a couple of weeks after their little interrogations, kirishima asked you 'if you were busy this weekend' (totally not a date) and that you guys should go get your favorite food (his treat)

ᛝ the whole time you guys were out though, he was a nervous wreck. the typical lighthearted, beaming personality of his had gone a bit dim. fussing over you, making sure you were full, and getting you anything you so much as blinked at. at first you thought he wasn't feeling well but you quickly could tell he was nervous as all hell

ᛝ but now it was your turn to be nervous because he had asked you out by the end of that night, giving you his hoodie and a gift basket of all your favorite things and a sign reading 'may i be your boyfriend?'

ᛝ and it was all up from there. the rest of class 1a wasn't too surprised because kirishima would practically bring you up all the time. like he deadass would find a way to bring you up in any conversation

ᛝ little 'oh, (name) likes that game too!' or a '(name) knows how to do that- he actually showed-"

ᛝ now that you two are dating, his attention skyrocketed. he really is such a good boyfriend, even with a busy schedule he gives you all of the extra time he has and cares for you

ᛝ he'll leave little notes in your locker in the mornings and send you texts throughout the day just to check up on you if he's having a busier day than normal

ᛝ you also care for him too. if you know he's not getting enough sleep or eating properly you chew him out before you make him homemade food and fall asleep with him after putting on a movie

ᛝ when it's time to wash or re-dye your hair, he'll do it for you. and he's so gentle with you and your hair that you usually fall asleep and by the time you wake up your hair is already detangled, dried, and done

ᛝ you two are actually so adorable together <3

it has officially been 2 whole weeks since that night. you had walked home alone and didn't bother greeting anyone. you just went straight to your room and cried yourself to sleep. 'thankfully it's the weekend' you had thought to yourself when you got home. you didn't know how you would show up to school with a puffy, sore, face. let alone see rodrick.

so even though it had been 2 weeks since that night, it had been two weeks since you saw rodrick. well- technically not seeing him. every time you would walk the halls between periods, you would see him walking around as well except it was with some of his band friends or 'nerds' he would ask to do his homework. and every single time, you would get the hell outta dodge.

see him in the hallways? gone. the cafeteria? gone. the bathroom? gone.

by your locker? well, you purposely waited until you watched him leave your locker after he figured you weren't coming. you didn't care how pathetic it seemed to look, waiting for him to leave so that you didn't have to face him, but you just couldn't handle seeing him.

so here you were, at your locker after you literally watched rodrick leave- a small look of irritation written all over his face. this time he had waited for damn near thirty minutes, but you would wait it out as long as you had to.

grabbing your books from science class, you drop them into your bag along with a couple of pencils.

after cleaning up a couple of papers from your locker, you find one of rodrick's rings in the far-right corner. you recognize it from that one time you got it for him at a fair. during last fall where he dragged you out with him, just you two. picking it up, you examine it. the ring didn't necessarily match his aesthetic- it was gold with intricate patterns on it but he loved it. as soon as you won it for him he wore it ever since then, but now it sits in your locker.

untouched.

he must've dropped it in my locker throughout the week...

although, you couldn't make yourself leave it sitting in your locker collecting dust. so you dropped it into the side of your bag's pocket. but as you put your hand on the side of the locker getting ready to close it-

"why are you ignoring my brother?"

you jump and slam your locker out of fear and turn your body to the voice. your heart banging against your ribcage and your breathing starting to pick up. moving your head down slightly, you're met with rodrick's younger brother greg who has a hand on his hip and an interrogating look on his face. you arch your brow at him and squint your eyes as you try to figure out why he even asked you that in the first place.

"what the hell are you even doing- how did you even get in here? don't you-"

"go to the middle school? yes. but that's not what i'm here for. why are you-"

sighing you fling your backpack over your shoulder and start to walk towards the entrance doors. "yeah i heard you greg, doesn't mean i have to answer you."

you slightly cringe at how mean you sound but it wasn't like you wanted to be mean to the kid, in fact you really liked him- no matter how much he got on rodrick's nerves. but you weren't in the mood for his shenanigans today. or to be interrogated at all.

"just wait (name), please?"

stopping in your tracks, you turn around and lean against the lockers. "five minutes, i want to get home."

greg perks up at that and walks over to you. "well, rodrick's been moping around the house for weeks now. he doesn't even blast his music in the middle of the night anymore. why are you ignoring him?"

you make a face at that last comment and rub your fingers against your temple. "i'm not doing anything. he's the one who's been acting weird, maybe ask your brother greg." you finish as you turn to walk away.

"is it about the tape?"

what.

turning back around, your face for sure looks shocked because greg begins to speak again as if he's trying to explain himself. "i- i found it like a long time ago but he made me promise not to say anything to you," he pauses. "but if you want to know-"

"what's on it greg?"

he comically looks around making sure everyone is out of earshot before he turns back to you. "...it's a song. for you. about you."

he says the last part hesitantly and quieter than the rest. you feel that same burning sensation in your chest and the heat growing on your face. you wouldn't have guessed he would make a song specifically for you- but it made sense now.

sure you two had a strong friendship, stronger than any of the other friendships he has. and yeah there was that one time you two cuddled each other during one of your various sleepovers. or the time he wouldn't let go of your hand when you two went to go see a movie and walked back home at night- but it was cold so that's normal... right? that was just your guys dynamic.

...right?

"just talk to him? please? he gets on my nerves too but he's still my brother y'know?" and that was all you needed to hear.

tightening the straps of your bag you practically run down the hall and out of the doors. you had one thing on your mind-

talk to rodrick.

the sun was beginning to set now, and you eventually mustered up the courage to go over rodrick's house to talk with him. you did take the long way from your house to his to kill time and really kill your nerves, but you were in front of his house sooner than you wanted to be. you made sure to bring the ring that he had left in your locker as well, you wanted him to have it back.

no matter which way this conversation went.

you kick up the corner of the welcome mat on the porch and pick up the key that was sitting under it, taking note that his parents aren't here tonight either- again.

walking in, you don't hear rodrick's music blasting from his room. nor do you hear anything else throughout the house- it's really quiet. way too quiet.

but you make your way up the stairs anyways and see rodrick's door slightly ajar. but you don't just walk right in like you would've two weeks ago. not wanting to invade his space like you did with the tape. but you begin to feel your nerves eating away at you as you slowly raise your hand up to knock on his door.

however, before you can make the first knock, his door opens wider and he looks at you standing there with nervousness written all over your face. rodrick doesn't look shocked though, in fact he looks like he had expected you to be there. you look at him fully; he's in regular sweatpants and his hair is a bit messy but he's wearing the hoodie you gave back to him. the sleeves look wet and that's when you look at his eyes and notice how they have a slight red hue to them. you begin to feel a bit guilty.

"i didn't think you would come over today..." he begins, but he whispers it quietly. "come in?" he asks you as he opens the door wider and stepping aside for you.

you don't answer him, but you gladly walk in and plop down on his bed. his scent fills your nose, and you realize how much you had missed him. his room is messier than usual, his record player sat untouched, and some of his clothes were thrown out on the floor.

"don't mind the mess, i haven't cleaned up in a little bit," he says as he closes his door shut and sits right next to you on his bed. "how have you been?"

your lips quirk and you look at him at bit sadly because you know he's been crying and he's trying to ignore it just to check up on you. "good. i've been good-"

"i- itried talking to you but i haven't seen you around much and i didn't mean to make you upset either, but i didn't know what to do- and i wasn't ready to give it to you- but-"

"rodrick, calm down, okay?" you firmly say, stopping him from going on a tangent as you grab both of his hands that he was fidgeting with. his breathing was uneven, and you could see tears welling up in his eyes that he tried desperately to blink back. "it's okay, yeah?"

he shakes his head in agreeance and finally calms down after a couple of seconds. you let the room sit in silence as you continue to hold his hands, brushing your thumb over his fingers.

"i'm not mad at you, i never was mad at you. i think we just need to talk to each other," you say and you finally smile as he squeezes your hands back. "i apologize for going through the box, and for stealing your hoodies. i overstepped-"

"no (name), no. you didn't do anything wrong. i like when you wear my hoodies."

your eyes light up at that. "you do?"

"yeah, i uhm- i remember when you first started wearing my hoodies back in our freshman year and when i had asked you about it. you told me it helped you with your dysphoria so i liked how comfortable you were with me," he pauses. "so how could i be mad at you about that?"

you begin to feel your own tears well up in your eyes at his remembrance of you. huffing out a laugh as you squeeze his hands. "then what about the tape? i mean you kinda freaked out on me about it and i thought i overstepped a boundary."

rodrick begins to shake his head. "what? no, i just..."

silence returns to fill the room, but you patiently wait for him to get his thoughts together. he sits up straighter now and wipes the unshed tears out of his eyes. he grabs your hands again and looks you in your eyes now.

"i like you (name). i have for a long time now but i was scared because... well i didn't know if you would like me back and you're so cool- like my best friend- i just- i didn't want to lose that."

now, everyone knows that rodrick wasn't big on emotions. if something was truly bothering him, he would play it out on his drums or blast music until his ears bled, and his problems were gone.

but not with you.

no, with you he was real. he was tender, and he was willing to be vulnerable with you just like you were willing to be vulnerable with him.

"you'll never lose me silly," you begin. "i like you too, and i didn't tell you for the same reasons as well but i'm- different. so, i didn't say-"

"you're not different to me." rodrick states firmly as he cuts you off. "never have been, never will be. but i'm glad you uh- you like me back because now," he reaches over to his nightstand and pulls the tape out of the drawer. "i can officially give you this."

you can't help but have a goofy smile on your face. not only because of the way he reassured you but because now you have the tape you two were stupidly fighting over.

"oh, i have something for you too," you say as you pull out the ring he left in your locker. "this belongs to you."

he quickly put it on and stood up, pulling you into a tight hug. you two stood there for a long moment, just enjoying each other's presence. his hair smelled faintly of his coconut shampoo he used, and you could smell your own scent on his jacket that you always wore. pulling back, his hands found their way onto your hips as he held you in place, the sparkle now back in his eyes as he looks at you fondly.

"you know that was like my last resort, right?" he huffs out a laugh.

"you dropped your ring in their as a last resort?"

he scoffs. "well how else was i supposed to get your attention? you were hiding out on me."

"mm, i don't know. could've stopped by my house or came by ms. baxter's class-"

"okay that's not fair, you know she hates me."

both of you laugh at that and rest each other's foreheads against one another's. "...would a kiss work?"

"hm?"

"as a last resort, would a kiss get your attention?"

you slightly pull your head back, smirking at him. "wanna find out?"

he doesn't waste any time and grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, landing a kiss right on your lips. you kiss him back slowly, savoring the moment as much as you can. after a couple of seconds, you pull back and laugh as he tries to chase your lips.

"hm, looks like it did get my attention heffley," you whisper. "anything else?"

"well-"

"rodrick? are you home?"

you both quietly groan at his mother's voice echoing throughout the house. but before he goes to open the door and answer her, he grabs you from behind you neck and kisses you again. this time with more desperation and need. he lands three more small pecks onto your now bruised lips before opening the door.

"oh and (name)?"

dazed, but now in a better mood since that night two weeks ago you hum in acknowledgement. "i'm taking you on a date this weekend and asking you out properly. don't forget."

with that, he heads down the stairs to talk to his mom.

you feel your heart flutter and that weird feeling in your stomach when you first realized you had a crush on him. smiling to yourself you take off your hoodie and grab one of his out of his closet.

you lay on his bed, waiting for him to come back but not without planning what flowers you're going to bring him next weekend.

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the bell for lunch had just gone off and the halls were quickly filled with students dragging themselves to where they needed to be. some freshman's running between older groups of kids blocking half of the hallways up- you were standing just off to the side of your locker. books from your last class shoved into your locker as quickly as you left the classroom. looking around, you wait for your eyes to pick out a certain heffley to meet you by your locker.

it was a routine the two of you had started, ever since you two met your freshman year. you would wait by your locker, and he would meet you there, whether it be for lunch or to go home- unless he got himself detention. which wasn't rare. ironically though, your schedules hadn't changed much so the routine never really had to change either.

unlike that one time in the first half of junior year.

you pull the front of your jacket to loosen it from the front of your body and begin tapping your foot on the floor. you make note of how the halls have somewhat cleared out, except for a few couples making out in various corners and groups of jocks chatting it up about the upcoming games.

"boo!"

you flinch but you don't jump all the way. rolling your eyes, you turn your body around and see rodrick smirking at you as he leaned on the nearby lockers. "and before you try to deny it- i got you good, you totally jumped."

"yeah, yeah, whatever. what took you so long anyways?" you say as you playfully roll your eyes.

rodrick stands up fully now, his height not fully towering over you, but he still has a few inches on you. "well, it gets cold in school and i somehow couldn't find my jacket that i had brought this morning... but then i remembered-"

your heats begin to have a slight burning sensation as you look down at his jacket that he had let you wear that morning because you were cold.

"i meant to give it back i swear-"

he laughs and bumps his shoulder into yours. "oh c'mon you know i don't care. just messin' with you." he begins to walk towards the cafeteria. "besides, you seem more comfortable in my clothes anyways."

closing your eyes in slight embarrassment, you lightly scoff as you begin following behind him. you don't miss the way you can still smell the scent of him on... your jacket.

or the way a smile creeps up onto your face as you look at him.

-

later that week, you went home with him after school. his parents were both out at work that night and his little brother was over his friend's house so you two had it all to yourselves. the warm yellow lights filling the home as you two sit in the living room.

an open box of pizza and garlic knots sitting on top of two more pizza boxes. a random movie playing in the background as you two eat and talk about anything. "your music sounds great by the way." you blurt out.

he perks up at your compliment, and you can see the sparkle in those deep brown eyes. "you..."

"uh duh? why wouldn't i listen to the tape?" you laugh at his facial expression. you had been listening to him play for years now but he had given you a tape not too long ago. you still remember the way he shyly handed it to you with a 'don't mention it- it's a new song anyways'.

"got any more you wanna give me?" a beat passed, the sound of the tv filling the living room. then he practically flew up off of the couch and ran up the stairs towards his room. you quickly followed, setting your plate down on the coffee table and following him.

you find him in his room, shuffling around in his closet as he looks through one of his baskets. rodrick brings one of them out and sets it on his bed as you make your way to him.

after a bit you begin shuffling through the box as well, recognizing some of the tapes as his older songs he made in the garage. others not so much.

however, your eyes catch onto a tape off in the corner of the box under a couple of others. knocking the others to the side you bring grab the tape and begin to read the title. it read... your name?

with a hear-

"that'sss not for you." rodrick states as he snatches it out of your hand. "any of the others but not this one."

but you weren't one to back down from anything. especially when you can practically read the nervousness all over his face. "and why not?" you ask.

you don't let him answer before you two end up fighting over the tape. he holds his hand way above his head as you push up against him on your tiptoes trying to reach it. "let me see it!"

"no!" he slightly pushes you back and tries to make a dash out of his room but you had better ideas. mustering up all of your strength, you grab his arm and pull him close to you. then you push him backwards until he falls onto his bed and climb on top of him- grabbing the tape. "it has my name with a heart next to it- you're gonna explain this one."

the room went silent, save for both of you panting and your heartbeat banging in your ears.

it was only then that you realized his hands had taken place right on your hips and you were sitting flush against him. hips to hips. you both stared into each other's eyes for a moment before he looked away. almost like he was... ashamed?

"it's not what it looks like." he shyly whispers but his eyes don't waver from yours and you can feel his hands tighten around your hips. you lean down lower to his face, tape long forgotten somewhere on the bed. you bring your hands to either side of his face as your face is mere inches from his.

"then tell me what it does look like. cause... i don't know rodrick it seems like you have a lil' crush on me," you whisper, heart racing even faster than before.

his eyes flicker down your face to your lips but quickly go back to your eyes. you lean in and one of his hands on your hips move behind your neck to push you closer to him. "it's-"

"rodrick? (name)? you two up there?"

shit.

his mom's voice runs throughout the house and rodrick practically picks you up off of him and sits you down. he grabs the tape and throws it back in the box with the others and pushes everything back in his closet.

he turns around and sees you sitting there with shock all over his face. "go downstairs what are you doing?" he whisper-shouts and moves you towards his bedroom door.

your feet stumble over towards the door, and you both are met with his mom standing at the top of the steps. "oh there you guys are, everything alright? you left the tv on downstairs," she asks.

rodrick answers before you can though. "yeah everything's fine- right (name)?"

you look back at his mom and put on a smile. "right."

she looks between you two for a moment but quickly turns to go back downstairs. "alright you two, just clean up downstairs for me will you?"

rodrick didn't say much to you after that, he actually closed his door and brushed past you, walking down the stairs.

"i'll just head home."

he nods at you but not before he studies your face for a moment.

you tried to ignore how you felt about what just happened and a part of you wanted to go back in his room and take the tape with you. but you respected him too much to do that.

respected him so much, that you even decided to leave after you took off his jacket and hung it on his doorknob. even giving back the one in your bag. maybe it was the way rodrick's demeanor took a whole 180, or maybe it was the way he blatantly ignored you after... whatever happened in his room.

but what could you really do about it?

so, as you left out the door, and the cool air hit your face you partially regretted not bringing your own jacket with you.

but all you really wanted to do was get home and ignore the tears that began to slowly well in your eyes.

and ignore the thought, that maybe you took it too far with him.

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