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: ̗̀➛synopsis: you are so sweet, so kind, so sensitive. it shouldn't hurt to stay with him longer, right? after all, you're the only one who's ever been nice to him. don't leave him.
̗̀➛ tags : she/her pronouns, yandere behavior, manipulative mychael, vague mentions of animal death
mychael always preferred the solitude of the forest.
nobody ever really came in, and if they did, they rarely go that deep into where he lives.
it’s better that way. better to not interact with people that would definitely judge him.
some people would rather not have the ability to read minds, wanting to stay blissfully unaware of what people actually think.
but to mychael, it was a blessing to have. that way, he wouldn’t have to worry about spending too much time with useless interactions with a stranger while their mind ran a million miles a minute with every insult to his appearance.
not that it had ever happened. but it’s better to be on guard for when it does.
….he just didn’t expect his first human interaction to be her.
she was the sweetest thing he’s ever met. poor girl was looking for her cat, crying and sniffling when they first met.
he expected the first thoughts in her mind to be something about his skin, his four eyes, his tail.
but he only heard the same words over and over.
‘please let him know where lulu went.’
‘please let my cat be safe.’
‘I hope I find him before it gets dark.’
it was like she didn’t even acknowledge how he looked like, babbling on about her lost pet and not the fact that he was definitely not human.
he just stared at her, assessing her with his eyes. mychael liked to think he’s good at reading people, knowing that subtle tick when someone is ready to pounce.
but her, she was as harmless as a shaking puppy.
he didn’t want to tell her that he did see her cat, just not in the way she wanted to see him.
but he bit his tongue.
the last thing mychael wanted was to have this girl absolutely lose it and breakdown while he awkwardly stared at her.
so, he lied. no, he didn’t see her cat anywhere, he must still be out there somewhere.
he watched her deflate sadly, gripping the backpack strap she wore.
she nodded her head, wiping her wet cheeks and sniffling.
and then, she spoke, “thank you anyway.”
….thank you.
mychael has never been told anything nice. never been told anything that showed gratitude towards him.
his heart squeezes in his chest, watching her turn around and begin walking away.
the voice in her head gets further away, and even then, it wasn’t filled with anything malicious.
‘maybe I should try this way?’
‘or did I already….check that way?’
….okay, she was going to get lost like this.
he didn’t know why he did it, but he calls out to her, beckoning her to follow him back to his cabin so she could rest a bit.
she was the first human he ever let in his life.
it’s been a few days since then, a few days since he has gotten used to her.
her thoughts never changed, mostly filled with worries of her cat.
but there was newer thoughts. about him.
‘he’s so nice, letting me rest here.’
‘I wish I could repay him back.’
‘he’s really cute too.’
he had to come up with a good lie to explain why his face suddenly warmed with blue when he heard that last one.
the way she thought about him, that she didn’t think he was a freak, a monster. how she talked to him like he was the average person.
she had crawled under his skin, breaking barrier after barrier he had put up if a human ever came into contact with him.
mychael didn’t want to lose her. didn’t want the only person who’s ever treated him kindly to leave him.
she had to stay.
she had to.
she was laying down on the grass, listening to the wind blow through the leaves and feeling the sun shine down on her face.
mychael had brought her to a beautiful spot, surrounded by flowers and trees. this was one of his favorite spots, he told her, and she could see why.
he was right next to her, sitting criss cross as he fiddled with a few flowers in his lap, concentrating on the weaving.
it was a comfortable silence they were sitting in, neither of them feeling the need to speak or start a conversation.
it felt….nice.
she takes a deep breath in, exhaling and shutting her eyes.
she’s been here for a few days, with no luck in finding her cat. she feels that sickening feeling in her stomach, knowing that she might never see lulu again.
‘it’s been days’ her inner voice echos in mychael’s head, making him pause his movements next to her.
he didn’t realize that his hands grew increasingly tighter around the stems of the flowers he was holding.
mychael was losing her. she wanted to leave.
he can’t lose her. he can’t. he can’t. he can’t.
he won’t.
“…firefly.” his voice makes her open her eyes, blinking them to adjust back to the brightness of the sun and glancing at him, “hm?” she hummed.
mychael knew this was wrong. he knew he shouldn’t try and convince her to stay when she do obviously wanted to go home.
but her home was away from him.
“I….I just wanted to…thank you.” his voice was a bit awkward at first, glancing downward at the nearly crumpled up flowers in his hands.
he took a deep breath, thinking how to word his next sentence.
she moves to sit, tilting her head a bit, “for what?”
hook.
mychael’s ear twitches, “for….staying this long.” as he talked, he weaved the flowers together, to ease the shaking in his hands.
“I’ve never had anyone who stays this long, usually they’re more focused on, you know-“ he motioned to himself with one hand, “this situation.”
she lets out a soft scoff, a hand going to his shoulder in comfort, “mycheal-“
“it’s true, though.” he continues, his voice ever so even as he speaks, “nobody wants to know how your day has been. not when you don’t look like them,” his tail curls in on itself, “when you look like me.”
he feels the subtle squeeze of his shoulder as he said that, meaning the words are getting to her.
his ear twitches again, a tiny flicker in his eyes when he hears the echos of her mind.
‘poor mychael.’
‘it’s those horrible thoughts again.’
‘I wish he could see that he isn’t a monster.’
mychael ties one last note into the flower stems, “that was, until I met you, firefly.” he said, turning to look at her, the voices stopping as she blinked in surprise.
“you’re the first human who’s ever treated me so kindly.” his fingers awkwardly brush against the petals of the flowers, his heart beating loudly in his ear, “the only one who hasn’t thought of me being a freak, a monster.”
she shook her head, “because you’re not.” she stated, tenderly rubbing his shoulder, “you helped me the first day we met, people who think that don’t know the real you.”
mychael could snort at that. ironic, really, even she didn’t know the real him.
he shook his head, eyes crinkling a bit as dull smile spread to his lips, “what makes you think you know the real me?”
line.
the question catches her off guard a bit, chewing her lip as she tilted her head to think.
he didn’t need to listen in to her thoughts, her eyes told the whole story.
there was no doubt in them, no suggestion that she was ever thought of him as anything other than what she knew he was.
or, rather, what he made sure she did when she thinks of him.
after a moment, a soft smile crosses her lips, “true, but, you’ve been nothing but kind to me since we met.” she pulls her arm back from his shoulder, “nobody would waste their time doing something like that, if they didn’t care.”
mychael doesn’t say anything for a moment, just staring at her with that same unknown look.
‘maybe now’s not the best time to leave.’
‘I’ll stay a little longer, if he lets me.’
‘I don’t want to leave him like this.’
sinker.
the smile on his face softens, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, “you’re so sweet, firefly.” he whispered, holding up the flower crown he had finished making and placing it on top of her head.
he watched her eyes light up, hands reaching up to gently caress the flowers on top of her head.
mychael listens to her talk, a deep sigh leaving his lips as his eyes trace the features of her face. the sunlight highlighted everything, making her look glowing, radiant.
a firefly.
his firefly.
he’s glad she was so sweet.
so nice.
especially to someone like him.
a/n : HEAVILY inspired by this post by @deerspherestudios and this comic by @kiraeta <3 make sure to check them out!
the early sun filtered through the window, warming up her skin and stiring her awake.
she felt the warmth grazing her face, letting out a tired groan and turning away from the rays of light.
it felt too early, too early to be awake right now.
her body relaxes back into the bed, her subconscious ready to slip back into sleep once more.
“…firefly?” she heard mychael’s voice whisper, hand gently reaching up to rub her arm underneath the blanket.
she didn’t respond, hoping that he’d take the hint and let her sleep a little longer before she becomes fully awake.
she had been spending a lot more time in mychael’s cabin, going over ever weekend to relax with him and get away from the stress of the week following up to them.
he had been more than happy to have her over more, the time spent together was filled with knitting, cooking, cuddling, and walking through the woods.
mychael learned a lot about his firefly from their time shared, what foods she liked, stories of her childhood, what her favorite flowers were.
and that she was not a morning person.
she can sleep like a log through the morning. maybe due to her horrible sleeping habits, but she can sleep until two in the afternoon.
he was the opposite, waking up bright and early to cook breakfast, tend to his chickens, knit whatever came to mind.
he’d let her sleep for an extra hour when she came over, but he didn’t let her sleep any longer than that.
so, he found a good way to arise her from her slumber.
a smile etched its way on mychael’s lips when she didn’t stir, leaning closer to her ear and whispering again.
“fireflyyyy….its time to wake up.” he brushed some hair from her face, catching her lips twitch as a barley audible hum escaped her.
curse him and his soft voice. it always made her heart flutter and her brain run a million miles an hour.
she felt herself become more and more awake and aware, but she still didn’t open her eyes,
mychael lets out a soft laugh, nuzzling his nose into her hair, “come on, firefly, I made you breakfast.” he mumbled against her head, pressing a soft kiss against it.
she almost smiled, but she held it down, pressing her lips into a thin line.
mychael didn’t miss that, knowing she was hearing everything he was saying.
he pressed another kiss on her cheek, right below her nose, “if you don’t eat it, it’ll get cold,” he pressed on, another kiss on her nose, “and I don’t want you to go hungry.”
she purses her lips, the edges of her lips quirking and her eyelids shutting tighter.
another laugh escaped him, shaking his head, “firefly, I know you’re awake.” he chided, reaching up to cup her cheek with one hand, “come on, open your eyes for me, please?”
….it’s hard to ignore him.
that’s why his method of waking her up always works.
she opened one eye, peaking up and catching the gaze of his beautiful golden eyes.
the sunlight traced over his features, making him appear more otherworldly, more breathtaking.
more beautiful.
she opens her other eye, leaning against the warmth of his palm and letting the smile grow on her lips, “good morning, mychael.”
mychael sighed lovingly, staring into her with that lovesick expression he had developed with her. he can practically feel his tail wagging behind him.
he leans closer, pressing his forehead against hers and closing his eyes, basking the in warmth from her skin, “morning, firefly.” he whispered, pressing the final kiss on her lips.
parings : tobias erin “ticci toby” rogers (creepypasta) x female!reader
synopsis : you can’t bring yourself to hate him after he kidnapped you.
tags : she/her pronouns, yandere!toby, mentions of murder, jeff, tim, and brian mentioned briefly, soft toby (only to u tho <3), reader and her mixed emotions
part one
she quickly ran back into the room, slamming and locking the door before leaning against the old wood.
this placed terrified her.
it was foreign, different, far out in the woods from what she could see through the window.
and, worst of all, it was inhabited by absolute maniacs.
she shakily reached a had up to check her neck, running it across her skin to check for any damage.
once she sets foot outside the room she was in, she was immediately jumpscared or having her life threatened.
this time, she was pressed against a wall by probably one of the most deranged out of all of them with a knife pressed against her jugular.
she couldn’t even look at his face, the way his eyes burned into her, the carved smile stretched across his cheeks.
she didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying to her, only hearing the dissatisfied click of his tongue before shoving her away with his hand, probably growing tired of being in a one sided conversation.
after determining no cuts or breakage to her skin, she let out a choked sob, sliding down to the floor.
how did she ever end up in this situation? how did she end up taken away to this mansion full of serial killers and otherworldly entities?
no. she knows why. she knows who brought her here.
tobias. toby. her best friend.
god, just the thought of his name makes her shiver.
she hadn’t seen him in three years before this. during those three years, she would think about him, hoping that he was out there somewhere getting help.
toby had ran away during her last few months of her senior year. going through prom, finals, and her graduation without him by her side.
she remembered people asking her about what happened, hearing people talk bad about him.
“I knew there was something wrong with that freak.” people would sneer.
she had to bite her tongue, wanting to shout that they didn’t know the whole story. didn’t get that his father was absolutely horrible to him, his mother, his sister.
part of her wishes she did. wished she could somehow make the crime more easier for people to understand.
but as much as toby was her best friend, she knew the accident messed him up mentally. lyra’s death messed him up.
she didn’t know what was going on in his mind. she wished she was there, wished she came to his house to get him out of that mindset.
…..why?
god, why was she even thinking about this?
thinking about him like he’s her best friend still.
he kidnapped her, took her away from her home. brought her here to this place.
toby was the reason she was here, in this mansion filled with killers, practically itching to slice her skin or kill her.
she should hate him, despise him, kick and scream at him to let her go.
but, god, she can’t. she can’t bring herself to hate him.
her bestfriend, the one who stuck by her side since they met, the one who she was going to bring to prom. they’d dress in matching colors, dance to a lovey dovey song, and not care about the stares they’d get.
maybe it’s nostalgia, maybe it’s the soft flutter in her heart when she sees him, maybe it’s pathetic.
but she can’t hate him. she can’t ever hate him.
“g-god, get o-off my back!” toby grunted, waving off tim after coming back from a mission, “I-I already duh-did my job, I-I’m nuh-not doing anything else tonight!”
he walked through the mansion with a quick speed, hatchet dried with the blood of the earlier victims as he gripped it tightly in his hand.
tonight’s job was messier than usual. the unlucky bastard he hunted put more of a fight then usual.
his head jerked to the left, a sharp sigh escaping his lips as his shoulders rolled back, trying to relax himself.
ever since he had to double his killings, it’s added a toll to his body. while he didn’t feel pain, he can still feel the fatigue and tiredness creeping up on him.
he gets into a zone when does his job, lets go all logic and feeling when he drives the sharp hatchet into the victims. usually, it takes him awhile to snap out of it, bring himself back to reality.
but he’s getting better at that, he has to, now that she’s back with him.
he stopped in front of his room door, hand going to open it before letting out another sigh. the door was locked.
somebody must had scared the lights out of her, and from that shit eating grin jeff gave him when he came back, it was definitely him.
toby rested his forehead against the door, shutting his eyes and knocking softly on the door.
“s-sweet thing…” he called out, his voice gentle, “i-it’s me, l-luh let me in, won’t you?”
sometimes he scared himself, he never knew he could be this soft again after everything he did.
but, it was all because of her.
he listened to the faint shuffling behind the door, the click of the lock, and stepped back to watch the door open.
as per usual, when she saw him after coming back from his job, she shrinks away in fright. the blood from the victims staining his clothes, goggles, face mask, and hands.
toby gently placed down the stained hatchet when he walked in, raising his hands up in the air, “i-it’s okay-“ he pulls off his goggles, pulling his mask off to reveal his face again.
“I-I’m back…i-it’s okay.” he whispers gently, clicking his tongue jerking his head. he knew she hated seeing blood, she didn’t deserve to see the mess on his body.
she didn’t deserve any of this.
but toby was a selfish man. a selfish, selfish man.
his eyebrow twitches seeing her step back when he got too close, but he never snapped. never. never at her.
the last thing he needed was to make her more scared of him than she already was.
he takes a deep breath, pocketing his goggles before giving her a awkward smile, the scar tissue in his bitten cheek stretching, “hey, hey, i-it’s alright…”
toby pauses infront of her, reaching a had out to her. not touching her, scared that even the slightest brush of his fingers would send her running.
he lets her come to her, lets her take her time.
god, if brian was here, he’d never let him hear the end of it. “toby, man, are you growing soft on us?” he could hear him say.
only towards her.
she stared down at his hand, gloved, stained with blood. he blinked hard, “o-oh! yeah, i forgot-“ the way he was so nonchalant about the red stains on him, like it didn’t phase him, sent shivers down her spine.
toby pulled off his his right glove, revealing his bandages on his hand.
a wave of nostalgia hits her. she remembered how he used to bite his nails till they bleed, till he literally bites skin off. she’d remember wrapping them up, fussing over them while he shrugged it off.
he can’t feel it, he’d always tell her. he can’t feel pain, but that doesn’t mean it hurt her to see any less.
she watched him pull his left glove off, her voice finally coming through, “y-you still d-do that?”
toby’s heart stutters, gripping his gloves in one hand and looking up at her. he looked down at his bandages, “hah, y-yeah, old habits d-duh-“ his shoulders crack as they twitched, “die hard, I-I guess.”
he threw his gloves somewhere, now not having to worry about getting blood on her hands as he reached for her again.
again, she stared down at his hand, as if waiting for them to shoot out and grab her.
each finger twitch made her heart rate spike, but he never moved closer, never reached out.
just stayed there, waiting for her.
part of her screams to not grab his hand, to push him away and make a run for it.
but, between the killer in front of her, and the psycho killers that laid beyond, he was her salvation.
slowly, she raised a hand and placed it on top of his.
toby had to bite back a audible whine when he felt her hand on his. he gently brought it both of them up, fingers splayed out against each other, comparing the sizes.
his hands were rougher, stained with the invisible blood of those he murdered. her’s were soft, not tainted like his were.
it’s practically a sin, he’s surprised his hand isn’t burning from just touching her skin.
because he’s the demon touching an angel.
toby clears his throat, “the door w-wuh was locked.” he starts off, eyes shifting to glare at the piece of wood, “w-who scared you this time? a-actually, I-I already know.”
he hated that she felt so much fear that she couldn’t leave the room.
which was valid, he admitted, the “tenants” here are all itching to give her a scar or two.
“I know you h-hate it here,” he turned back to her, seeing her still staring down their connected hands.
“b-but I’m w-working on building us a place to stay, just the two of us!” his voice gets a bit excited, his smile growing bigger as he rambled on.
she shifts her gaze up at him, how his smile still held that boyish feature she always remembered him having.
toby would flash her that smile whenever he’d beat her at a video game, or when he stole a bite of her food when she turned away.
suddenly, they aren’t in a room anymore. they’re at her senior prom, both dressed in formal attire.
he’d hold up a corsage, hands shaking as he fastens it around her wrist, and flash her that same stupid smile.
she always dreamed that would happen, have silly thoughts of them winning prom queen and king, kissing in front of everyone and just being them.
the mist clears away from her eyes, and she’s back in the room.
she let her focus go back to him, watching him ramble about making a home for the together. domestic life.
there wasn’t anything domestic about this.
he was a murderer, a serial killer. he gets high off the feeling of being one. and, yet, here was was, talking about living together on their own.
she shouldn’t want it. didn’t want this.
but, god, she craved it. just because it was him. just because it was toby rogers.
“….h-hey? are you crying?” toby whispered, eye twitching along with his shoulder.
she blinked, feeling the wetness of her cheeks.
crying. she was crying.
why was she crying? was it out of fear? knowing that she’s probably never going back to the life she had?
was it because she’s terrified of the man toby became? how, one day, her blood could be stained on his hands and clothes?
or, was it because being together with him was exactly what she always wanted?
to live with him, one of them coming home from a long days work, while the other cooked the dinner that they would eat together.
this was everything she fantasized about.
she just wished it didn’t happen like this.
she didn’t notice him cupping her cheek with his other hand, pulling her closer until his breath hovered on her cheek.
then, as if he read her mind, he spoke, “….I-I’m sorry.” his voice is quieter, “I-I wish i-it was different, too.”
he pressed a soft kiss to her jawline, eyes fluttering a bit.
she stayed still, hand still holding his. she swallowed a lump in her throat.
parings : tobias erin “ticci toby” rogers (creepypasta) x female!reader
synopsis : it’s been three years since he’s seen you. now, he’s come to take you back.
tags : she/her pronouns, yandere!toby, drugging, non-sexual touching, kidnapping, mentions of murder, childhood bestfriend! toby, lil bit soft toby, first creepypasta fic, also first time writing for him, hoped i potray him well :(
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tobias rogers was scared, no, terrified right now.
funny, he never thought he’d be able to feel that again, never even considered he’d feel anything close to fear.
after everything he’s done, the blood he spilled, bodies he mutilated, toby forgotten what it felt like to actually have that feeling.
but, now, it was hitting him like a freight train.
he had left his hatchet back at the mansion, he wasn’t here to kill.
toby was here to collect.
he stared down at the girl in her bed, in a deep sleep, blissfully unaware of the looming figure staring down at her.
his shoulder cracks as he twitches, his hand reaching to pull down his mask and lift up his goggles, revealing his deep brown eyes and the soft furrow of his brows.
for a moment, he doesn’t speak, only stares down at her like he’s observing her.
then, as if he’s scared to disturb the world, he whispers, “y-you haven’t-“ his head twitches to the right, a crack in his neck that should’ve hurt before he continues, “h-huhaven’t changed.”
toby’s gaze flickers around her room, taking in how she expresses herself. the familiar posters of her interest, music, the little figures on the shelves and the makeup on her vanity.
it still felt like her, after these few years apart, it still felt familiar to him.
his tongue clicks, “h-haven’t changed o-one buh-bit.” he shifts his gaze back to her, his left eye twitching, “but t-that’s okay, I-I don’t m-mind it.”
he takes a seat next to her, hands fidgeting in his lap. to anyone else, this would be a risky move to make, not wanting to wake up the person asleep.
but toby wasn’t worried, the sleeping pills he slipped in her water bottle when she had gotten up to use the bathroom had longed kicked in by now.
“….I-I k-know it’s been, what? th-three years-“ he pauses to swallow, taking a deep breath, “s-since w-we luh-last saw each other.”
the memory is a distant one, not because he doesn’t remember it well, but because he doesn’t bother to entertain the thought of thinking about when he killed his father.
he never regretted it, could never regret killing the bastard who treated his mom like garbage. who never bothered to visit him and lyra after the accident. who was indifferent even after lyra ended up dying because of it.
he never regretted that day, except, for one thing.
leaving her behind.
she was toby’s only friend, the one who sat by him in elementary when nobody else would.
she stuck by him through everything, even sticking by when other kids would start teasing her for hanging out with him.
when his mom eventually pulled him out of school, she would come over almost every day to talk to him.
even after she entered high school, when she made other friends, joined clubs and the choir, she’d still make time to come over and just talk.
when she’d come over after the accident, when toby wouldn’t talk as much, she wouldn’t pry, just continued to talk about anything while they sat in his dark room.
it made him feel normal, made him feel like he belonged in normalcy.
and, god, he was desperate for some normality.
especially for what he is now.
he sniffles, “I-I’m…s-sorry a-about that, i-i guess. not a-about killing my old man.” he scoffs, fidgeting with his gloved hand, “about, y-ya k-know, n-not coming back sooner.”
it’s a one way conversation, talking to himself, but he doesn’t mind.
“but w-with being a-a wanted criminal, c-can’t exactly wuh-walk b-buh back in to s-society to talk over lunch.” toby let out dry laugh, rubbing his neck, “plus, t-the g-gig i got i-is pretty d-demanding.”
the “gig”. hah. not like he’s part of a group of serial killers.
“b-boss d-doesn’t really a-approve of g-going out and d-doing something stupid, b-but-“ he blinks hard, shaking his head, “t-this isn’t stupid, i-i know…I-I know w-what I’m doing.”
the hand that wasn’t rubbing his neck shakily reached up, fingers twitching as they got closer to her face.
then, with the most tenderness he was capable of, brushed her hair behind her ear.
he almost let out a whimper, voice cracking with longing, “g-god, it’s b-been h-hell without you.”
toby’s gloved finger traces her cheekbone, before gingerly pulling away, “I-I t-thought about coming here b-before, b-but I…I just-“ his shoulders crack, a curse escaping his lips. a flash of discomfort crosses his face, but not in pain.
“f-fuck, I-I didn’t t-think I could w-work up the courage to see you.” he murmured, his hands balling into fist as he brought them back to his lap.
he stares at her in silence for another moment, watching her only response be the steady rising and falling of her chest.
toby’s looks down at his lap, “s-sometimes, I-I w-wonder i-if you still think a-about me. l-like the way i d-do f-for you.” he shook his head, “b-but t-that’s ridiculous, o-of course y-you do.”
he looks back at her, head jerking to the side, “w-we’re bestfriends, w-we think a-about each other all t-the time.”
admittedly, the way toby feels is definitely not compared to just being “bestfriends”.
“a-and t-that’s why I-I t-thought o-of this, i-it’d be p-perfect for the both of us!” he stood up, pacing the room as he explained his thoughts.
“i-it took a while to c-convince t-the boss, b-but y-you c-can live with me! i-it’s a, well-“ he clicks his tongue again, waving his hand in a ‘so-so’ motion.
“i-it’s a s-semi shitty place, b-but i-it has plenty of space for y-you!” toby, for what it’s worth, knows that living in the mansion with a bunch of other serial killers and absolutely batshit crazy people was probably not what she had in mind.
but, he wasn’t anything but a bit selfish.
“a-and y-you wouldn’t h-have to do w-what I do, i-I’ll do all the h-heavy work f-for the both of us.” which meant doing more missions, which meant a lot more killing. but he didn’t mind that at all, that was the easy bit.
toby felt his cheeks warm up, a shaky smile stretching on his lips “h-hah, it’s l-like w-we’d be a married c-couple. I-I p-provide f-for you, a-and you w-wouldn’t need to w-worry about anything.”
he stops his pacing, right back next to her in bed. his voice drops quieter, “w-we’d be together again, j-just like before.”
after he spoke, he pulled back up his mask and placed his goggles back over his eyes.
he then gently peeled back the covers, exposing her body and watching her subconsciously shive in her sleep.
toby kneels down beside the bed, reaching up again to brush her cheek with his knuckles, “o-only this time-“ then, as if he’s handling porcelain, picked her limp body up bridal style.
he stared down at her, his twitching subsiding as he held her in his arms. his smile stretched wider under the mask.
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parings : mark grayson (invincible) x female!reader
synopsis : you’ve been having self doubt, wondering if you’re enough for someone like him.
tags : she/her pronouns, second person, hurt/comfort, no specific time but it’s during third season, civilian!reader, a bit of self deprecating, reader knows he’s invincible, crying guh, soft mark, hopeless devoted mark, he loves you sm, first time writing for him
mark is anything but ordinary. he’s extraordinary.
the man behind invincible, the man who’s dedicated himself to protecting every living creature, the man who rebelled against his fathers wish to take over the planet.
a hero that the world needs, a hero that everyone can rely on.
she knew what she was getting into when she started dating him, knowing that sometimes date night would have to be moved because a bad guy in britain was destroying big ben.
but whenever he came back to her, whispering soft apologizes about missing their date, cupping her cheeks with the same hands that punched some guys teeth out and kissing her with all the tenderness in the world, all was well.
each night, wether in call or cuddled up together, he would always repeat the same words, how he would move heaven and earth to be with her.
how, if he could, ignore the calls for invincible and let the other heroes handle it just to have one normal date with her.
and each time, she smiles like a idiot and hums, resting her head on her arm as half of her heart flutters at the thought of being loved so much by such a being.
the other half, however, pinches at the of being loved by such a being.
being loved by someone like mark, someone adored by so many, someone who has the strength of the gods combined, it scares her.
not in a bad way, god no. mark could never scare her in anyway.
what scares her, is not being enough for him.
she’s not blessed with some superpower, or some special talent that could prove useful for anyone, she was just normal.
and normal in a world of superhero’s, is nothing.
there’s times when she lies awake at night, staring at the ceiling and thinking of the worst.
what if one day, mark faces someone stronger, quicker, someone that could kill him? and what could she do about it? nothing.
she can’t go out there and fight, go out there and try to get him to safety without the risk of becoming calamity damage.
sometimes, she wonders if he’d be better off with dating another superhero. someone who can protect him better than she ever could.
she remembered seeing footage of him and atom eve fighting together, how they both worked so well together in terms of protecting each other.
that ugly feeling crept into her chest, that bitter taste of jealousy gnawing at her side as she stuffed it down.
it wasn’t towards their friendly demeanor with each other, she knew eve doesn’t see mark like that, knew mark doesn’t see eve like that either.
she trusts them both, she loves eve, that girl deserves the world.
the green monster came from how well eve can protect mark. eve had powers, had the ability to rearrange matter for christ sake!
someone like her deserves someone like him. a super powerful being with another, not a super powerful being with a normal person.
thoughts like those have been consuming her, and each time she sees mark, it makes those thoughts become ten times louder in her head.
she knew eventually that she’d have to talk about it, get it off her chest, rip off the bandaid, let the cat out of the bag-
“hey, stop, you’re making your lip bleed.”
….she just didn’t think it’d be today.
she blinked, reality coming back to her as she felt mark’s hand gently pull her hand from her lip.
she didn’t even know she was picking her lip.
“oh.” was all that left her lips, feeling the metallic taste enter her mouth.
mark gently brought up a thumb, wiping her bottom lip, “you were so lost in thought, I called you, like, two times and you didn’t answer.”
he shifted his gaze to her eyes, brushing some hair away, “where’d you go off to, hm?” he mumbled with that sweet, soft voice.
she stared back at him, stared into those beautiful, tired brown eyes that always held that light of adoration toward her.
she almost blurted out what she was thinking, opening her mouth before shutting it, pressing her lips into a thin line.
she can’t, not now. she didn’t want him to worry about her.
she let a smile grace her lips, one that didn’t reach her eyes as she shook her head, “nowhere, I guess I just…dissociated.”
bad excuse. bad lie. the way her voice held a heavy weight gave it away entirely.
plus, she didn’t know if it was his viltrumite side or if shes a bad liar, but he can always tell when she lies.
mark frowned, dropping his hand to place it on one of her thighs, “you’re lying.” his tone never changed, it always stood at the same level.
patient, soft, understanding.
she shook her head, “I’m…I‘m not.” she stutters, shifting her gaze, “I’m…probably just tired, haven’t been sleeping well.”
not a lie, but not the entire truth either.
but, now, she wishes she picked a different lie.
he gripped her thigh, not in frustration, but with worry, “you haven’t been sleeping well?”
great, way to dig the hole deeper.
she only shrugs in response, turning her head away to stare down at the sheets on her bed.
marks other hand grab hers, “hey,” he whispered, gently holding her chin and turning her gaze back to him, “talk to me, beautiful, what’s wrong?”
god, he has the patience of a saint. and the determination of a bull. two of the many things she loved about him.
she let out a shaky breath, a soft scoff mixed in with it, “it’s stupid.”
“nothings stupid when it comes to you.” he was quick with that, the hand on her chin moving upwards to her cheek, “let me hear you,” her name left his lips, like it was the most precious thing for him to say.
‘oh, why?’ she thinks. ‘why did you gift me a man with such devotion?’
they sat in silence for a few short seconds. he didn’t push, didn’t probe, just caressed her cheek and hands with the brush of his thumbs.
it took a minute for her to psyche herself up, to finally let the doors down and, hopefully, not be crying by the end of it.
“it’s just….do you….are you-“ she stumbles over her words, shutting her mouth and taking a sharp breath through her nose.
mark nods at her, “take your time, it’s okay.”
after collecting a subtle sentence to form on her tongue, she starts up again, “are you…happy with me?”
the rubbing on her skin stopped, his eyes widening as soon as the words left her lips. “what? what do you-“ now he’s stuttering, a few incoherent words leaving his lips before he shook his head.
“of course I’m happy with you! what kind of question is that?” marks voice goes up an octave, full defensive as his other hand cupped her other cheek.
“sweetheart, where is this coming from?” she felt his hands shake against her face, eyes filled with hurt, and shame.
not towards her, never towards her, it’s towards himself. thinking it was him that making her think like this.
“did I do something?” he asks, “did I do something to make you think like this?”
her heart sunk to the bottom of her stomach, reaching up to grip his hands and shake her head, “no, no mark, it’s not you, you never did anything wrong.”
the last thing she ever wanted was for mark to think he was the cause of her thoughts. she would never let him think that.
“it’s just….I’ve been thinking too much.” she starts again, bringing his hands down to her lap and looking down.
“like…I mean, I think about if you’d be better off with someone else…someone who’s just like you.”
he didn’t speak, didn’t say anything. she took another deep breath, “I see you out there, fighting bad guys, saving lives, risking your life, and I’m just-“ she shook her head, “sometimes I wish, I could do more.”
“like sometimes I wish I could be out there with you, protect you, and I know-“ she laughed a bit, “I know you don’t need protection, lord knows you can handle yourself.”
it sounds silly saying it out loud, wishing that she could protect the strongest being on earth, but she didn’t care, because she cared so much about him.
“but, I can’t. I can’t do the things you do, or powers like eve, and I feel like-“ her voice cracks, feeling her throat tighten up, “I feel like I’m not enough for you.”
the room was filled with heavy silence, shutting her eyes and waiting for something, anything from him.
a choked sob filled her ears, but it didn’t come from her. she looked up, being greeted with the sight of mark’s trembling lips and tear stained cheeks.
she immediately felt guilty, she said too much, made him feel like crap. “mark, I’m so-“ he cut her off with a tight hug, gripping her shirt and pressing himself against her.
the way he latched onto her, like she’d slip away, made her arms raise up in surprise. he nuzzled his face against her neck, “don’t. don’t apologize.” his voice was weak, filled with grief.
“don’t ever, think that I’m not satisfied with you. that I ever want anybody but you.” he picked his head up, looking her in her eyes, “why would I ever want someone else when I have the best person by my side.”
mark’s hands found her way back to her cheeks, “do you think I care that you don’t have powers? or want you to sacrifice your safety just for me?” he shook his head, “I fell in love with you for just being you.”
“the you who helped patch me up when a fight went wrong, the you who lets me ramble on about my childish interest,” he let out a little laugh at the end of that, “the you who didn’t look at me like a monster after what my dad did.”
she didn’t notice the wetness of her cheeks, shaking her head, “that’s the bare minimum-“
“that’s the whole world to me.” mark counters, his expression serious mixed with the softness, “everything you are, you are the whole world to me.”
he cradled the back of her head, pressing their foreheads together. a shiver went done her spine, a soft sigh leaving her lips.
“so don’t you ever, ever, think that I’d be better off with someone else. I don’t think I could handle being with anyone that isn’t you.” the other hand on her cheek brushing her skin, “you make me feel normal, like I belong here, like I’m just a human.”
she was his lifeline to normalcy, his own breath of fresh air away from hero work. away from the calls, away from the beating from bad guys.
at this point, they were both crying, with mark speaking every bit of devotion like he was talking to a higher power.
“I never want to lose you, I love you. I’ll love you forever.” and then, as if to seal it permanently, he captured her lips into a kiss.
she immediately melted in, eyes fluttering shut. everytime he pulled away, he’d mumbled against her lips, “I love you.” kiss “you’re my everything.” kiss “my whole world.” kiss “I’d die without you.”
after a small kissing session, they pull away for air, breathing heavy as mark cradled her closer to him.
his hands caress her back, brushing through her hair as he kissed the top of it.
to the world, they knew him as invincible, one of the strongest beings on earth.
but to her, he was just mark grayson, a man hopelessly devoted to his girlfriend.
and to to world, she was nothing special, another face in the wind to forget.
but never to him. to him, she was his everything, his entire being.
parings : joseph cullman/haberdae (somethings wrong with sunny day jack) x female!reader
synopsis : sharing a makeup room, just cuteness <3
tags : she/her pronouns, modern au, singer reader, established relationship, sliver of possessive joseph (for a second tho lolol), made this at five am srry if it’s bad guh
“don’t you got your own dressing room to do your makeup in?” she pouted, leaning against the desk and applying her eyeliner, “you take up too much space.” she said, side eyeing joseph as he applied the signature red circles under his eyes.
and not at all ogling his bare skin littered with tattoos.
“yeah, but it’s too far from yours.” he replied, clicking his tongue when he makes one bigger than the other, “besides, I’m not even taking up that much room, you’re being dramatic.”
she rolled her eyes, “‘too far’, it’s your usual dressing room,” she huffed when she messes up the wing, grabbing another makeup wipe to restart and try again, “what do you mean ‘too far’?”
joseph groaned, grabbing one of her wipes when the circles on cheekbones started getting too big with every attempt to fix them, “I mean, if you’re going to be in the same studio as me,” he bumps her with his hip, making her sputter and glare at him, “you gotta be closer.”
the studio for the show decided to feature her as one of their “featured guests” on a special episode, having her have a little storyline where her tour bus breaks down in cloudy town just in time for their annual festival.
it involved the usual routine of wacky shenanigans every kids educational show had, with a life lesson at the end and a performance done by her.
she didn’t know if this was a PR stunt done by her company or his, but with the dating rumors circulating around the popular kids show host and the fast rising singer, one of them was cashing out on it.
she could already see the twitter hashtag by the end of the day.
she closed her eye liner pen once she was done, walking to grab a chair and pull it up for him, pushing him down and grabbing his makeup pallet. he didn’t protest, immediately letting her get to work on him.
“yeah? and kick out one of your co-stars from their makeup room?” she dips the makeup brush into the red pallete, fingers gently grasping his chin to tilt it upwards, stroking the bristles across his skin.
joseph closes his eyes, humming, “they wouldn’t have minded.” he reached a hand out, gently gripping her waist to steadily hold her where she was, “not everyday we’re together at work.”
she couldn’t help the smile that grew on her lips, “yeah, that’s true.” she replied, already finishing his cheeks and moving down to the crest on his chin, “it’s…nice to be with you during the day.”
he opened one eye, “just nice?” he repeats, pinching her waist once she lifted the brush, “you’re not relishing in the moment like I am, doll?”
another eye roll from her, but her smile never leaving as she added the finishing touch on his nose, “if I say yes, you’ll probably try and convince the studio for another ‘special episode’”
eyes now wide open, joseph gives her a cocky look, “you know me too well, sweetheart, after all-“ he turns to look at her through the mirror, giving the best dazzling, charming smile he was known for on the show, “who can say no to the jack the golden boy himself?”
a snort escaped her lips, leaning down and pressing a kiss on top of his chocolate hair, “nobody, nobody can.”
the rest of the time was spent adding the rest of her makeup, putting on their outfits, and finally, they were stage ready.
while she brushes through his now blue hair, his hands were busy adjusting her outfit for any imperfections.
“should had taken a smoke,” joseph mumbled, fingers absentmindedly tugging her shirt down more, “going to be more stressful with the camera crew eyeing you.”
she laughed, pushing him back slightly, “don’t grumble, it doesn’t fit you when you’re like this.” she adjusted his blue vest, pulling it a bit when he huffed, “besides, if they’re smart, they’ll figure out that those dating rumors are true.”
a grin makes his way on his face, “yeah, they’ll get it soon enough.”
a knock echoed through the room, “five minutes till show time.” a voice spoke, making the couple let out a deep sigh.
“well, best not to keep them waiting.” she grabs his gloved hand, squeezing it gently. joseph nodded, squeezing hers back, “I guess.”
with one final look over in the mirror, he glances at her, “are you sure I can’t slip in one cutesy flirty line?”
she giggled, turning to grab the doorknob and look over her shoulder, “stick to the script, jacky boy!”
he groaned, following her out the dressing room, “you’re no fun.”
parings : levi ackerman (attack on titan) x female!reader
synopsis : he saved you from the explosion. you have to find him.
tags : she/her pronouns, establish relationship, season four spoilers, angst, slight comfort in the end ig?, a blurb I thought of srry if it’s bad guh
her head was throbbing in pain, vision blurry and ears ringing in a piercing volume.
she gasped like a fish out of water, breathing deep and shaky as she stared up into the sky. everything was too bright, the sun was too intense, and the smell of smoke didn’t help either.
she squints her eyes as she puts a hand to her head, trying to clear her mind and ease the ringing.
she pulled back her hand when she touches something wet on her head, blinking as she spots it covered in blood.
what even happened? she tried to think. the last thing she remembered was being in a cart, transporting zeke with levi slowly cutting off his limbs and-
oh.
oh god.
the thunder spear. zeke triggered the thunder spear to explode and-
levi.
she remembers it like it was in slow motion, how he turned to her, grabbed her by her shirt and threw her off the cart. the launch from the explosion might have hurt her, but she was saved from the brut of it.
but levi. he took the whole explosion.
her eyes widened, pulling herself to sit up and mumbling his name, “levi…levi nonono…” she looked around, propping herself on her hands as she weakly drags herself across the grass, calling for him.
“levi! levi!” she yelled, voice cracking and raw. her throat hurt, arms shaking as they supported her body. her legs didn’t feel broken, but she couldn’t bring herself to stand.
she couldn’t bare to stand without him.
zeke wasn’t even a thought in her mind, if he was dead, she didn’t care. she didn’t care about anything in that moment but levi.
she grits her teeth, fingers digging into the ground as she calls out his name again, only being greeted back with her echo and the sound of the river near by.
there was no response from him, no calling of her name back, no rushing to her side and gripping her hand in comfort. nothing. just the ambiance of nature that mockingly filled her ears.
a horrible thought crosses her mind, that she was the only survivor, that levi, the man she loved so deeply, was dead.
she shook that thought away. no. this wasn’t how it was supposed to end. he was humanity’s strongest. he wouldn’t die from something like this, he had to be alive.
…he had to.
she presses on, arms continuing to crawl no matter how tired she was. she felt the blood from her head drip down to her forehead and down to the ground beneath her.
she didn’t know what else was hurt in her body, didn’t know if it was the adrenaline, but she didn’t have time to check, she had to find him. she had to find him.
she has to find him.
she needs to find-
she stops, seeing a body in the distance. in desperation, she crawls faster, breathing becoming faster as she drags herself to the person.
a sharp gasp escaped her lips, finally seeing the face and feeling her heart stop in her chest.
it was levi.
she’s never seen him like this. too still, too injured.
too dead.
she reached a shaky hand to cup his cheek, gently turning his head to her so she can look into his eyes.
they looked dull, lifeless, it made her lips quiver as she held back a sob.
“levi…levi I’m here.” she whispered, brushing some hair away from his face, sucking up a painful breath, waiting for something, anything from him.
he didn’t respond, lips not even moving, eyes not shifting.
her vision blurred with tears, mixed with the throb in her head. she shut her eyes, laying her head on his chest and letting a few tears slip.
she cried into his chest, “levi…don’t leave me, I need you.” she begs, hands balling into fists.
her voice becomes weaker with every sob, feeling herself slip away into unconsciousness as she manages one last sentence, “please…I love you…”
the wind blows through, filling up the space she had left.
she didn’t heard the faint heart beat in the chest she was laying on, didn’t feel the light ghost touch of fingers on her back.
didn’t see his eyes shift down to look at her, and didn’t see the single tear that fell out of his eye.
parings : keigo takami (my hero academia) x female!reader
synopsis : he can’t deny the tendencies he has from his bird side, especially when it involves you.
tags : she/her pronouns, second person, surprise tickling, to the point where you’re crying with laughter, bird tendencies for keigo lolol
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keigo stalked his target, slowly creeping up behind her, fingers itching to reach out to her.
it was perfect, she had her back turned, stuck in her own little world, she was none of the wiser to the man behind her as she washed dishes.
she hummed a random song she was listening to, placing dishes into the dish rack. he couldn’t help the stupid shit eating grin on his face, wings spread out as he made sure to keep his steps light as possible.
time to time, keigo would get random urges to do something….odd. well, odd for people who didn’t have a bird quirk like he did.
wether it’s preening, nesting, or just whistling a random tune, he’s probably been through it all. though it especially started to show when he started dating his girlfriend.
he’d sometimes surprise her with random shiny things, faring from a slick rock to an absolute stunning piece of jewelry.
but keigo’s all time favorite, to him, was sneaking up behind her like a hawk (wink) stalking its prey, and just attacking her with tickles.
he gets a high off of her laughs, he adores hearing them fill his ears. it’s better than any morning dove or dove song he’s ever heard.
and right now, he wants to hear it.
it was after dinner, he had been helping her clean up when he had decided to get the idea.
he was just two steps away from her, fingers finally ghosting over her sides, his grin growing when he felt her freeze up.
she placed down whatever dish she was holding in the sink, pausing her humming and turning her head to the side slowly, “keigo, don’t you even-!”
it was already too late.
a high squeal escaped her lips, body twisting as he began his assaulting her with tickles. keigo laughed along, using one of his feathers to hover over her neck and tickle in that spot too.
“KEEHEE-!” she laughed, sides already beginning to hurt as she squirmed, “KEIGO! IM GONNA- HAHAA-IM GONNA PEEEE!” she felt her eyes well up with tears, the kinds you get when you’re laughing so hard.
as always, he didn’t let up, taking a bit, “come on, pretty bird, you gotta ask nicely.” he tickled a bit harder, making her laugh even heavier.
“Y-YOU SUCK!” she squealed, trying to escape his grasp.
as if it were any possible, he tickled even harder, tsking, “you wound me, baby.” he said sarcastically, nuzzling his face into her side and blowing raspberries into her skin.
“N-NO! N-BAHAHA! PLEASEEEE STAWPPP-!” she cried out, almost out of breath as she talked.
he hummed against her skin, finally easing up and catching her when she just about collapsed into him.
she was still shaking, laughs still lingering and sides hurting. she looked up at him, and he smiled when he saw that tired grin and tear marks streaming down her cheeks.
“you’re….horrible.” were the only two words she could say.
keigo shrugged, reaching to wipe her cheeks with his hand and pressing a tender kiss to her lips, “yeah, maybe a bit.”
yup, this was definitely his favorite thing to do.
parings : obey me brothers (obey me! shall we date?) x female!reader
synopsis : hugging. cuddle pile. that’s so disgusting ew.
tags : she/her pronouns, second person, reverse harem, they are NOT dating each other, huggies huggies
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after finally changing into casual clothes, she let her body mindlessly drag her to the couch, closing her eyes and rubbing her face.
she collapsed onto it, sighing in relief and trying to lose the tension in her shoulders.
today was a stressful day, filled with assignments, classes, a few jabs and jeers from demons who really didn’t care for a human attending their class.
all she wanted to do right now was just relax and try to let the stress of today melt away.
she felt a presence come right next to her, a glove hand going to brush some hair away from her face, “what’s troubling you, darling?” lucifer’s voice filled her ears, making her smile softly, “just…tired.”
he hummed, bringing one of her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckle. he moves a bit closer, wrapping one arm around her shoulder.
she heard another set of footprints come up, flopping next to her and wrapping his arm around her waist.
“there ya are!” she opened one eye to see mammon, a grin on his face and nuzzled his face into her shoulder, “looking everywhere for ya.”
she relaxes in between them, already enjoying their presence. she knows that the others will see them, and sure enough, she saw asmodeus in her peripheral vision stop in his tracks.
“ooo! what’s going on here?” he walks over behind the couch, leaning and wrapping his arms around her neck, nuzzling his cheek into her hair. “I want to give her a hug too!”
she felt herself jolt forward a bit, the weight of the three demons making her sink into the couch. not long after, levi made an appearance, “hey! make some room for me!” he situates himself on the floor, wrapping an arm around her left leg and laying on her thigh.
she huffed, looking around at the men around her, “you guys are not-!” she blinked when she felt someone drop into her chest.
she turned her head back and was met with a pair of emerald eyes, satan staring at her with a grin and wrapping his arms around her torso, “hey.” was all he said, before laying his head on her chest.
“you guys are crowding me!” she half whined, but still not bothering to move or get up.
she felt another pair of arms, this time around her right leg, “we’re making it work.” she heard belphie’s voice below her, pressing his cheek against her thigh as well, “we all fit.”
“what about beel?” she nods her head towards the sixth brother, who stood there watching them as he ate a tart. he hummed, stuffing the treat into his mouth and dusting off his hands.
“I got it.” he spoke with his mouth full, swallowing the food. he popped his fingers, rubbing his hands together before spreading them wide.
she felt her heart drop, knowing what he was going to do, “beel, beel wait-!” without a second thought, he collapsed onto the group, wrapping his arms around everyone.
the air was knocked out of her, feeling all seven demons surrounding her. each and everyone one of them hugging different parts of her body.
asmo giggled behind her, “you’re being pampered today, hm?”
mammon chucked into her ear, shivering a bit as she felt his breath against the shell of it, “as if she ever denied a chance to be pampered.”
satan, squished between beel and her, spoke up next, “I saw how sluggish you seemed today.” he tilts his head, “did anything happen?”
she thought about just ranting about her day, but just being surrounded by her boyfriends, in one big group hug, made her think against it.
she’d tell them later, right now, she just didn’t want to think about it, melting into everyone.
“I’ll tell you all later, let’s just…” she rested her head against lucifer’s shoulder, sighing softly, “bask in the moment.”
the older bother chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “alright, darling. anything for you.”
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parings : human!daycare attendant (security breach) x female!reader
synopsis : after watching you handle a baby, they start to develop a severe case of baby fever.
tags : she/her pronouns, second person, sun and moon are depicted as brothers, they are NOT dating each other, short and sweet
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sun and moon were the experts in childcare. they’re not only certified in credentials, but the way they entertain the children in the daycare is phenomenal.
the go to the pizzaplex, get dressed in their costumes, apply the makeup, and they’re ready to go.
their girlfriend also worked at the daycare, but she was more or less an overseer, making sure everything is going smooth and helping them when needed.
on the rare chance, they have a baby be dropped off at the daycare, and that’s where she comes in.
even though she was also certified in child development, entertaining kids was not her forte.
while they’re expertise was childcare, hers was watching over the babies who were dropped off.
today was one of those days, a tired mom dropped off two kids, a six year old and a six month old baby girl.
the six year old immediately ran to sun and moon, while she stayed in a padded up play corner with the baby. the little doll was a absolutely sweetheart, babbling in her baby talk and chewing on her teether.
she laughs, poking at her tummy and making her giggle. she had her fair share of babysitting babies, she’d babysit for her little sister ever since she was a newborn.
the baby, being bored after teething, reached her hands out for her. she held her hands out, watching the baby grip them and pull herself up to stand up.
she cooed, feeling her heart melt as the baby gives her a gummy smile, bouncing herself up and down and letting out a gurgle laugh.
“yeah! you’re jumping!” she jumps up a bit with her, smiling as the baby’s laughs grew and grew louder.
from the distance, while the kids were distracted with arts and crafts, the brothers stared on with a loving look in their eyes.
sun sighed deeply, resting on his fist as he whispered to moon, “look at her, she’s so good with the baby.”
moon hummed, nodding his head and giving his brother a look, “the kids are going to see you staring at her.” he holds back a laugh, adjusting the collar of his jester outfit, “they’re gonna spread a rumor.”
the blonde man subtly rolls his eyes, “as if it’d be untrue.” he sasses back, making moon nudge him slightly, “you’re right.” he then turns back to her, the smile he had on his face growing softer, “she is really good with her, though.”
they always admired the way she handles every baby that comes into the daycare. she has the patience of a saint, even if some of them are a bit restless than most.
she’d rock them, burp them, and put them to sleep with practice ease. it was like it was so easy to her.
they’d be lying if they haven’t imagined having a baby with her, thinking she’d make a wonderful mother.
even at the moment, sun’s smile seemingly grew at the thought, practically vibrating with baby fever as he fought back a squeal.
moon didn’t bother to tell him to calm down, his smile growing a bit as he shared the same thought.
they only snapped out of it when a little girl came up to them, showing them a drawing she made with a toothy smile. they immediately locked back in, the lovey smiles on their faces turning back into the friendly ones as they both complimented the child’s work.
as the distant sounds of a baby laughing and their partners voice filled the distant, it made their day ten times better.
parings : the narrator (the stanley parable) x female!reader
synopsis : a blurb of the narrator, who you bring to sleep after him still working on his story late at night.
tags : she/her pronouns, second person, narrator is referred to as “him” and “he”, real-world narrator, one british joke about the spelling “color”, I want that old man
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sleep was never something he needed in the parable.
he didn’t need it, didn’t really think about it to miss it. he controlled a whole pocket universe in the palm of his hand, why would he ever need it?
the script he narrates is neat and organized, what he tells the “player” to do, and he expects them to follow it to the T.
if he wanted to switch up the story, he could do it with a snap of his fingers and it would bend to his will.
a god in a sense, a god in every word. it was all he knew, all that he was used to.
a god that was absolutely exhausted
he sat at the desk, glasses slipping down his nose as the pen in his hand tapped the wood at a slow rhythm. the words in front of him were jumbled and unintelligible, every blink getting slower, and his hand was cramping up.
he almost wanted to laugh, another thing he never thought about experiencing.
ever since he left the parable, he had been experiencing every human sense left and right. pain, hunger, thirst, the whole works.
he had been working since dinner, writing a story just as he always does. even though he won’t have a player to act them out, it’s something that passes the time.
old habits die hard.
he didn’t notice a figure pass by in his peripheral vision, was too faded away into concentration and sleepiness to even process a gentle hand being placed on his shoulder.
“hey…” he flinched, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as he turned his head to face the girl who was standing next to him.
“will you-!” he stutters, pushing his glasses back up on his nose bridge, shutting his eyes and rubbing his forehead, “can you please make yourself known before you give me a heart attack?”
she chortled a bit, rubbing his shoulder, “sorry, you were really zoned out,” she peaked over to read what he was writing, pressing her cheek against his, “and I did, three times.”
he sighed, fixing his hair as he allowed her to press herself against him, “apologies, I’m a little…preoccupied mentally.” he placed down the pen he was still holding, leaning back in his seat.
she hummed, fingers tapping against his arm, “‘the colour of the night sky sparkled in her eyes,’ you spelled color wrong.” she points at the word, knowing full well why he spells it like that.
it’s fun to poke at the british spelling that he does.
he swats her hand away, rolling his eyes, “I’m not going to entertain that remark.” he yawned, covering his mouth and rubbing his wrist.
she turned to press her lips against his temple, mumbling into his hair, “I think it’s time to go to bed, hm?” she kisses him, making him shiver and lean against her.
he gave a irritated sigh, but it wasn’t towards her, “you humans and your ability to get easily tired.” he tapped her arm, standing up once she unwrapped herself from him, “I could go twice as long in the parable.”
“you’re human too, you know,” she reached up to take his glasses off, gently folding them and patting his cheek, “you just need to get used to it.”
he sighed, following her as they made the way to their room. she placed his glasses down on the nightstand, going to lay down on her side of the bed and motion for him to get into bed with her.
without second thought, he laid down into the bed, body relaxing as he shut his eyes. she gets a bit closer, propped up on her elbow as she gently brushed some hair away from his face just to stare at him.
“is this how you plan to spend your night?” he asked, not needing to open his eyes to know that she was looking at him.
she shrugged, though he couldn’t see it, “maybe.” her voice was gentler now, pressing herself against him again to cuddle him, nuzzling her face against his neck.
he was always alone in the parable, he never had anyone to talk to, anyone to hold up a conversation without him scripting up what they would say.
the feeling of someone human, someone who had a concise, someone who was actually alive, made him feel more man than god.
he wrapped one hand around her, a calloused hand going to gently run his hands through her hair.
if he had to choose between holding the parable or her in his hands, he definitely chooses her over anything.
parings : ranpo edogawa (bungo stray dogs) x female!reader
synopsis : your boyfriend lives for praise, and you’re more than happy to give it to him.
tags : she/her pronouns, second person, he’s such a loser I love him sm, glazing ranpo because he’s the best character fr, short and sweet
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“I had to do another booringgg investigation today.” ranpo complained, laying between her legs as he sucked on a lollipop. she mindlessly played with his hair, staring up at the ceiling.
she listened as he ranted about his day, talking about his job like it was the most boring thing on earth. he had a job as a detective, how could that be boring?
he really didn’t seem to hype up what he did, with the tone he used, it was like he was talking about the weather.
but, honestly, he didn’t need to psych it up. ranpo could solve an investigation with his hands tied behind his back and with just a glance into the evidence folder.
it’s a gift, really, and he didn’t even have an ability. he was just a genius.
“and, I didn’t want to go on the investigation, but-“ he popped the sucker out of his mouth, licking his lips, “they insisted I go, saying that they needed my expertise in this one.” he dramatically sighed, leaning his head back against her chest, “I guess that’s just the cost of being the best of the best in the agency.”
she nodded, twirling one strand of his hair on her finger, “mhmm, they are really lucky to have you.” she spoke, ranpo quickly peeking up and turning to her, a big smile spreading across his lips.
it was no secret that he absolutely loved praise. he craved it, lived for it. his employees knew it too, it was the only way they could even get him to do investigations.
she was kind of surprised when she heard that ranpo didn’t take up investigations, instead immediately turning them down whenever he was given one. surprised he hasn’t been fired, she thinks sometimes.
but, going back to it, he is the best investigator in the agency.
“I’m glad you agree with me!” he beamed, tapping the lolipop on her lips before sticking it back into his mouth, “I mean, where would they be without me?”
she shrugged her shoulders, “probably not as big as they are now.” ranpo nodded, “exactly!” he shifted to lay facing her, his legs kicking in the air.
she brushed some hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear, “so, how fast did you solve this one?” she asked, knowing that he probably solved it under the hour.
he thinks for a moment, humming in thought, “maybe, say, under thirty minutes, I forget.” ranpo spoke, throwing his hand dismissively, “jewelry heist, easy work. next time, they need to call me for the harder tasks.”
he finished by biting the candy in his mouth, pulling the stick out and throwing it behind him into the trash she put for him. “I have better things to do than things like that.”
she pulled his cheek a bit, making him whine, “well, regardless, if it was an easy one or not-“ she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips, the taste of his candy filling her senses.
his eyes widened for a moment, breath hitching before slowly melting into it. she pulled back, smiling lovingly, “I’m so proud of you.”
ranpo practically melted right then and there, a mix between a dreamy sigh and a whimper escaping his lips, “y-yeah?” he cleared his throat after the stutter, a shaky smile spreading on his face.
“say that again, yeah? I need-“ he paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking again in a much calmer, regular tone, “I need them as much as I can get, I had a long day today.”
she rolled her eyes, but was happy to obliged. whatever her boyfriend wanted, she was there to do it for him.
parings : kokichi ouma (danganronpa v3) x female!reader
synopsis : after the trial, you talk to the person who’s pretty much as a target on his back from everyone.
tags : she/her pronouns, second person, set after the events of the fourth chapter, semi-spoilers, semi-hurt/comfort? pretty much eluding to the events of chapter five, ooc(?) kokichi a bit ig
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“just….let me know if you see him. you were the closest to him, and we’re…worried about what he’ll do next.” shuichi told her, maki standing right behind him with a glare that could kill.
she nodded, gripping the door, “yeah, yeah of course.” she quietly said, leaning on the doorframe to subtly block the view in, “how’s kaito?”
“he’s fine.” maki spoke, crossing her arms and gripping her hands into fists, “he’s resting in his dorm.”
she hummed, taking a deep breath and rubbing her nosebridge, “good, that’s good.” she mumbled, “I’m going to go back to laying down, I’m still….I just-“ she didn’t finish, she didn’t need to.
shuichi nodded, “of course, if you need anything, come find us.” he turned to maki, the assassin giving her one final look before they both took their leave.
she watched as they left, waiting until they stepped out of the dorm building before sighing and closing the door, and locking it.
“you really have them all out to kill you.” she said, turning to the person who was behind the door through the whole conversation.
kokichi shrugged, arms behind his head, “nah, they don’t have the heart do that.” he then paused, “maybe maki would though.”
she rolled her eyes, making her way deeper into her room to sit down on her bed, “so….what now?” she asked, crossing her legs and propping her chin on her hand.
he hummed, skipping towards next to her and plopping down next to her, “hm? now what, what?” she jabbed him hard with her finger, making him yelp.
“ow! okay, okay!” kokichi weakily slapped her hand away, moving back a bit from her and giving her a glare, “and how am I sure that you’re not going to kill me?”
“because I’m the first one you turned too after that stunt you pulled when the trial ended.” she bluntly stated, before speaking in a softer tone, “the only one who you knew that didn’t believe what you said.”
his face softened a bit, turning away and looking at the ground. kokichi didn’t argue back with what she said, knowing that she was right.
she was probably the only person in the academy, besides shuichi, who could see through the lies he told.
but between the therapist or the detective, he trusts her the most with what he tells her. shuichi is too much of a goody too shoes.
kokichi let a grin slip back on his lips, turning back, “awww! you think so well of me!” he fluttered his eyelashes at her, leaning his head against her shoulder.
she didn’t shove him off, but gave him a look, “do you actually have a plan?” she asked, turning to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
he picked his head up, staring at her in silence for a moment. the grin faltering a bit, a sheepish smile replacing it, “not….necessarily, not yet.” he then grabbed her, pulling her to lay down on the bed.
she didn’t expect it, ears warming up as she laid down next to him. “what-what are you-“ she was interrupted by him wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling his face into her neck.
“I know it’s not going to get better from here…” he mumbled, his voice softer than usual, “I’m going to do some things that are unforgivable, that might make you hate me, if you don’t already.”
he squeezed her tighter, looking up at her, “just…know that whatever I’m doing, it’s in good fate, know that I’m doing this to end killing game.”
she stared down at him, before slowly wrapping her arms around him.
“I don’t want you to go through this alone.” she whispered, gently cupping his cheek and rubbing it. he leaned against her hand, fluttering his eyes a bit, “if you ever, ever need someone, turn to me, not anyone else. just me.”
kokichi didn’t answer her for a minute. just staring at her, mixed emotions in his eyes. he didn’t want to tell her that whatever he brought her might lead them both to be killed.
he didn’t give her an answer to that, just giving her a a small smile, “just…stay, please?” she didn’t press on, nodding her head and pressing closer to him.
parings : rantaro amami (danganronpa v3) x female!reader
synopsis : the weather app didn’t call for rain, but it’s absolutely pouring when you both walk out, and the car is on the other side of the parking lot. uh-oh.
tags : she/her pronouns, second person, non-killing game au, gentlemen rantaro, as always
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“we’ve got to go back here another time.” she said to her boyfriend, who tilts his head at her with a smile, “yeah? does it overthrow the other restaurant we go to on our dates?”
she nodded, “I love the fettuccine alfredo in there, but the one here-“ she hummed in delight, “delicious.”
rantaro gave a playful laugh, squeezing her hand tightly as they began to walk out of the restaurant. “okay, now compared to mine or this restaurant, who’s comes out on top?”
she quirked an eyebrow at him, “you’re really asking that?” he responds with a shrug, “i just want to know what my competition is.”
“well, obviously it’s yours.” she didn’t pay any mind to some of the other restaurant patrons who put their coat hoods up before they left the restaurant.
he raised a brow back at her, “really? and it’s not because I’m your boyfriend right?” she nudged him a bit, making him give another laugh, “just take the compliment, ‘taro.”
rantaro gave a playful huff, opening the door for the both of them, “okay, okay, thank you for-“ they both felt a blast of cold wind slap them in the face, making her wince as she looked ahead.
she blinked, as the outside was pouring with rain outside of the restaurant. and it wasn’t that normal rain, it was that sideways rain that slammed hard against the pavement.
they stood under the shade outside, turning to rantaro as he pulled his hand away to check his phone, “the weather app didn’t show any rain today, or did it?” he mumbled to himself, obviously confused.
she furrows her brow, “no, I remember it didn’t.” she rubbed her arms, feeling goosebumps grow on her skin. obviously, they weren’t dressed for a cold, rainy day.
he notices her, immediately wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer, rubbing his hand gently against her arm. he searches for the car that they took, pulling out the keys and mumbling, “it’s okay, we just got to make it to the car.”
he pressed a button to hear the car alarm, hoping to see their car closer to walk to.
instead, they heard it in the far distance, as if mockingly calling out on how far it was.
she blinked again, giving a defeated sigh as she about slumped over onto him, “oh, no….why did we park so far?” she blew some hair away from her face, shivering as another breeze passed by.
he hummed, squeezing her tighter a bit as he stared ahead. he gave a quick glance down at her feet, staring down at the wedges she had on.
“how good can you run in those?” she turned back to rantaro, chewing on her lip, “I-I can’t really run in these-!” she let out a yelp as she felt herself get picked up bridal style, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck and staring at him.
rantaro looked down at her with that charming smile he always had, holding onto her tightly, “I got you, don’t worry.” and with that, he quickly ran into the rain, quickly getting hit with the cold air and water.
she squealed a bit, pressing her face into his neck as she felt herself get quickly soaked. she heard him laugh, one of his hands pressing against the back of her head to shield her a bit, “we’re almost there, don’t worry.”
after a minute, they quickly made it to the car, him unlocking the door and placing her in the passenger seat. he shut the door, running back and making his way towards the driver side.
once they were both in, they took a moment to warm up, him on the car and turning the heater up.
she shivers as she moved a bit of wet hair from her face, turning to him as she laughed, “oh my god, we’re soaked.” she reached over to brush some hair from his face, sticking to his face.
“that rain really snuck up on us.” rantaro said, raising his hand to press hers against his cheek, leaning into it, “next time, we keep jackets inside the car.”
she sniffles a bit, groaning, “we’re definitely going to get sick.” he chuckles, nodding his head, “yeah, we definitely are.” he pressed a kiss into her palm, her ear tips warming up, “that’s a new date idea.”
the next day, they both laid in bed, sniffling and sneezing together as they cuddled to keep warm.
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parings : optimus prime (transformers prime) x female!reader
synopsis : you are going on a date with the most charming person (bot) you’ve ever met, the leader of the autobots, optimus prime. hopefully he can’t tell how nervous you are.
tags : she/her pronouns, second person, nervous reader, soft optimus, he’s such a gentleman ough
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she was nervous.
she was absolutely shaking in her seat, knees pressed together as her fingers digging into them deeply.
the seatbelt around her seemed to tighten, a soft, deep baritone voice coming from the radio, “are you….feeling well?” optimus asks, sounding a little concerned.
she snaps out of her thoughts, a awkward laugh escaping her lips, “h-huh? ye-yeah I’m-“ she cleared her throat, pausing to collect her words, “I’m fine, why?” she lied, she was not fine. she was about to burst from nerves.
it was quiet for a moment, before he spoke again, his voice a bit more lighter in tone, “you may put a hole through the floorboards with how hard you’re bouncing your leg.”
she didn’t even notice that she was bouncing her leg, pausing her motion when she caught herself.
how could she not be nervous? this was their first official date since they had gotten a together. optimus was busy, of course he was, he was literally the leader of the auto bots, who fights for the right of every living thing.
she was literally just a human. a human who had accidentally stumbled upon a group of alien robots on a random day.
compared to him, she wasn’t anything special.
and now she was on a date with him. after months of pining, and teasing from miko and smokescreen to just “ask him alreeadddyy”
even ratchet, as much as he says he doesn’t indulge in immature behavior, told her once to get it over with and that optimus is just as nervous to ask her as she was.
much to the leaders dismay, he thought he was good at keeping it discreet (he wasn’t).
back to the now, anyways.
she shook her head, nervously wringing her hands together, “sorry…I guess I’m…nervous.”
“nervous?” optimus repeats, shifting his side view mirrors to see her full face. “had I done something wrong?” he asks, in that sweet tone of love and caring that always made her heart flutter.
“no! no its not that…it’s just-“ she paused again, leaning back into the seat as she shifted her gaze to the empty drivers seat, staring as she watched the wheel moves on its own.
“I’m just….I don’t want to mess it up,” she stated, looking back outside the window, “I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
the radio let out a soft laugh, making her ears warm up in embarrassment and flusterness. his laugh was always like a melody, music to her ears. she covered her mouth with her hand, huffing a bit.
after he was done, he continued, “I’m sorry, my dear,” the pet name only made her ears warm up deeper. “it’s just…I’m nervous as well.” he almost sounded a bit sheepish as he admitted it, wheel stuttering a bit.
she blinked, furrowing her brows as she replied, “really? you get nervous?” she didn’t mean it in a bad way, but she really couldn’t believe that the optimus prime gets nervous.
he was always clam and composed, as any leader should be. he never seemed to even let anything get to him.
optimus hummed, turning his wheel as they made their way up hill in the deserts of jasper nevada.
“I…I suppose I’m nervous to embarrass myself too.” he states, taking a moment to pause before continuing, “this is my first time experiencing a human date, I wouldn’t want to ruin it for you.”
she couldn’t help a small smile grace her lips, placing her hand down on her lap, “really? have you experienced a cybertronian date?” her voice held a light tone of teasing.
another gentle laugh from the radio, “it’s a foreign to me as a human date.” she couldn’t help but squint a bit, not believing for a second that nobody on cybertron had ever asked him out.
“I don’t believe that,” she said, resting her arm on the door and staring out the window, “there’s no way you’ve never been on a date on cybertron, any one of them would be lucky to have you.”
optimus’s radio nob twitches a bit, hearing a mix of random songs as if he sputtered a bit, before it shifted back to his voice, though he sounded a bit flustered.
“I could say the same for you.” optimus says back, making her stutter and let out a bashful laugh.
she cleared her throat, watching as she scenery passes by, “s-so, where are we goin anyway?” she changes the subject, chewing on her lip.
optimus didn’t comment on that, instead answering, “you’ll see when we get there.”
it was already late afternoon when he picked her up for their date, driving up a desolate mountain top.
the sun was already half way down the sky, tainting the horizon in a mix of orange and yellow.
once he finally pulls into a cliff area, he unbuckles the seat belt around her, opening the door for her to step out. she gave a small thank you, stepping out and immediately hearing the shifting of metal behind her.
once she turned around, she looked up to stare up at the thirty foot tall robot. optimus stares down at her, his beautiful blue optics blinking at her.
he shifts down on one knee, opening up his hand and offering his palm for her to step on.
she shakily steps on, placing one hand on his one of his large survos for balance as he brought her up close to his face.
“there you are, my dear.” his voice was like a warm rumble in her chest, giving him a soft smile, “hi,” she whispered, giving a tiny wave.
with gentle movement, he shifted to stand up on both servos, walking a little closer to the cliff edge before moving the hand she was on upwards to his shoulder.
she shakily moved up to his shoulder, moving to sit down as she looked to the side to see him, “so…what are we doing?”
optimus turns his head to look at her, “since we can’t do a traditional human date, like what miko has told me,” he turned back to look at the horizon, “I thought we’d do something more…different.”
she stared at the horizon as well, shielding her eyes a bit as the sun was almost gone from view. she could see the sky grow darker mixing into a dark purple.
“sun sets on cybertron were always beautiful,” he starts, her gaze shifting back to him, “they had beautiful sun rises and sun sets, but the night sky was always my favorite.”
she’d hummed, leaning forward a bit to get a better look at him, “really? I would have loved to see that.” he nodded softly, “I would have been honored to show you how days were on my home planet,”
he looked back up again, a soft smile on his lips as he finished, “but earths stars are an astonishing sight to see on their own.”
she looked up again, her breath catching as she saw the stars in the sky. she could see how they light up the sky, how she can see them more now that they were far away from the city.
she was breath taken, her voice soft as her gaze never moved from the sight.
“it’s….its so beautiful.” she airily spoke not noticing how optimus moved to look at her, seeing how the stars lit up her eyes. his smile holding a love and tenderness that she could only bring out.
“yes, yes they are.” only he wasn’t talking about the stars. it was only about her.
parings : osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs) x female!reader
synopsis : there’s times when your ability spirals out of control, and you fall too deep into the hole it sucks you into. but no matter how far you fall, he’ll always find you.
tags : she/her reader, second person, ability user, hurt/comfort, “pretty girl” is used, flirty osamu, one suicide joke lolol
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osamu needed to find her. fast.
it was a typical port mafia investigation. he wasn’t even assigned to this task, it was assigned to be atsushi and her. but wherever she goes, he goes with her.
she’s his girlfriend, his partner, the one who he’s destined to hold while they throw themselves off the highest building in yokohama.
he would never let anything happen to her.
he knew that she could handle herself, she could hold her own front on these missions. but osamu knows of her ability, even if she can control it, there’s always that chance it could spiral out of control.
“something wicked this way comes” is her ability, the ability that preys on her enemies darkest fears and makes them experience a walking nightmare.
every ability has a after effect, if she uses hers too much, she’ll get lost in a world of nightmares that she can’t get out of.
she had to use it that day, using it on six port mafia members so that atsushi could take them out easier.
he had given her specific instructions: get behind them, use your ability, and hide anywhere. he’d find her.
after defeating the group, he instructed atsushi to tie them up and send them to the police department, before breaking off to find her.
he called out her name, his voice echoing in the empty building. after no response after the first few calls, he felt himself growing a bit nervous.
osamu knew she was probably lost in her ability, and he needed to help her.
he checked every crevice, every small spot, hands growing a bit shaking as he couldn’t find her.
finally, after a few minutes, he peaked behind a few crates, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he saw her curled up on herself, gripping her head as her eyes were dark and widened with fear.
he crouched in front of her, knocking on the floor in front of her, his gentle voice calling out, “hey pretty girl, can you hear me?”
she didn’t respond, like she couldn’t hear him. she was mumbling incoherently, hands gripping into hair.
osamu sighed, his hands gently reaching to grab her arm. for a moment, she flinched, thrashing a bit as she screamed, “no, no! let me go! please, please please” she cried, tears he didn’t even see streaming down her face, “I don’t want to-“
just like a switch, his ability activated, blue light surrounding them both as they nullified hers. her eyes grew lighter, fluttering a bit as she bobbed her head forward.
he gently cupped her cheeks, pressing his forehead against hers as he whispered, “shhhh, that’s it, my love, come back to me,” he spoke, brushing some hair over her ears.
osamu watched as her body grew less tenser, more relaxed, breath evening out as she whimpered a bit, “osamu..” he pressed a kiss against her nose, “there you are, pretty girl..” he gave a gentle smile, still pressing their forehead together.
“you did a good job, it’s over now, you can rest.” he placed a hand behind her head, brushing her hair gently, “I won’t let you go.”
she hummed, letting him guide her head down to his shoulder to rest on it. she felt him pick her up, a gentle hand resting on her back.
he pressed a kiss on her temple, going to walk out of the building and back to the agency.
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