content warnings: pervert! amelia, some dubcon, amelia not knowing what the word boundary means, reader stutters but barely, experienced + inexperienced virgin trope, porn with no plot, oral sex, fingering, dumbification, mean! amelia, readers sensitive, mock sympathy, pet name usage (ex. angel & toots)
a/n: my formal and official apology for going against the queen 👹! i’m ngl i was kinda cringing, but i hope none of it seems to rushed and i hope you guys enjoy <3 !
you’re responsible for the media you consume if any of the things i listed above don’t appeal to you please exit and have a nice day :)!
It was one hot summer night in July when your neighbor, now best friend, Amelia, invited you over to her apartment for a sleepover. You couldn’t lie; she did make you very nervous. Truly, you admired her confidence and how she always made sure to look well put together. There was just one tiny problem… she couldn’t keep her hands to herself! You’ve never met anyone who has felt the need to touch you as much as her.
Suddenly, your mind goes back to when you two went shopping, and you were in the changing room trying on different bras… “Oh, what the fuck.” you mutter, eyebrows furrowing, struggling to clip the bra together. You hated how complicated these things could be.
All of a sudden, you hear a knock on the door. “Hey, angel, everything good in there?” you hear Amelia’s voice. “U-uh, yeah, everything alright!” you say, not wanting to give off any signs of distress.
“You don’t sound convincing, angel. You need help?” she says, laughing lightly. You stay quiet, contemplating it.
“…”
“alright im coming in!” she announces, sounding a bit too happy
“No wait!” Although she opens the door with a smile, her eyes are already sweeping from head to toe as you clutch the bra against your chest. “Alright, turn around, toots, let me help ya,” she says, already approaching and closing the door behind her.
You turn around, already accepting your fate, letting out a sigh. “You know I didn’t need help, right?” you grumble out, trying to ignore how nice her fingers feel on your skin as she begins to clip the fasteners.
“mm it sure didn’t sound like that angel.” she says biting her lip as she struggles to clip the last one “there all done.” she says finally done shifting her head to the side to look at you in the mirror. “you’re totally getting this right you look amazing,” she says in awe, you flush under the weight of her gaze.
“Probably not; it’s too skimpy,” you say quickly, folding the clothes you already tried on, avoiding her gaze. “What?! You’re not serious, are you? Look at your boobs; they look great in that!” she says, shocked.
“No, they don’t, Amelia,” you mutter, cheeks already heating up again. And all of a sudden you’re pulled up abruptly by Amelia’s arm, her hand going from your neck to your jaw, making you look at yourself in the mirror as she places her head on your shoulder, making eye contact with you through the mirror.
“Do you need to get your eyes checked or something? Look at yourself, angel,” she says with a sly smile, hands tracing under the cup seams, leaving you speechless. “Any guy gets a sight of this, and he’d bust in his pants.” She giggles, her hands leaving your skin, already turning around to leave and finally give you some privacy.
“I'd better see that in the shopping cart, [name], I'm not joking,” she says with a smile before closing the door completely. You slap your hands onto your cheeks, trying to calm yourself down from the storm that is Amelia.
Shaking the memory out of your head, you move to her apartment door and knock on it, waiting for her to answer. She opens the door not too long after, her face brightening up the moment her gaze lands on you.
“Angel, you came!” she practically purrs out, giving you a big hug that practically squeezes you before leaning back and giving you a once-over. “Nice pajamas.” She smirks, teasing you. You look down, suddenly conscious of your rather childish sleepwear. “Whatever…” you roll your eyes with a small smile, and she leads you into her apartment, closing the door behind her.
Throughout the night, you two cook, sing at the top of your lungs, bake, watch movies, play board games, gossip- anything a girl could dream about doing with her best girlfriend. Now, with you both starting to get worn out, you settle into her bed, laughing while music plays in the background.
“ugh im so tired…” Amelia whines while she cuddles up to you as you tense up, already getting butterflies. “We don’t have to stay up; you know we can just go to sleep. I don’t mind…” You say, trying to offer an alternative to the endless fun you two have been having.
“That’s so boring though…” Amelia grumbles, turning from you, staring at the ceiling, thinking before her lips start slowly curling into a smile.
“How about…” she drawls on as she turns back over to you, putting a thigh over your own before continuing, “we play truth or dare…”
You groan, “Oh my god, I see where Lane gets it from; you’re just like him.” You complain, Amelia’s smile vanishing quicker than lightning and replaced with a scowl.
“Ew, don’t compare to that idiot; I’m obviously the better sibling,” she says, crossing her arms.
Mhm, you’d have to use both hands and both feet to count the similarities between the two.
“Anyways, enough about him and more about us,” she says, crawling over to you and fully seating herself in your lap now. The way she says us makes your cheeks warm up again, and your head feel fuzzy, and along with her sitting on you like that, you’re a dead woman.
“are we highschoolers or grown women in our twenties amelia?” you question, not because you mind playing truth or dare, but because you’re worried about what she could come up with.
“Don’t be a loser angel, just one more game before we head to sleep,” she says, trying to convince you. You stay quiet and think, Ugh, this isn’t gonna end well... "Fine..." You give in. “I knew you would; nobody can resist my charms,” she says, all smug and proud. " Yeah, yeah, whatever..”
She finally gets off, you sitting on the farther end of the bed as you sit up against the headboard.”
“so how do we know who’s going first?” you question. “Rock paper scissors, duh.” she says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You both hold your fists out, and she starts counting down. 3..2..1
“Rock, scissors, paper says shoot!” you both say in unison, only for you to see that Amelia won, and you groan as she laughs. “Okay, angel, truth or dare?” she says with a sly smile on her face
You think about it for a second.
“truth.” amelia throws her head back her red hair splayed against the sheets.“seriously?!” she complains as you let out a laugh.
“Okay then lemme think…” she says as she puts her pointer finger on her chin, and suddenly a smirk appears on her face
“Have you ever stolen from Mad Dog?” she says, bright blue eyes looking at you expectantly. “Yeah…” you say with a sheepish smile.
“No way when?!” she laughs
“It was back when I started working; Lane put me onto these sugar-powdered donuts, " you say while laughing, recalling the memory. You don’t see it, but she narrows her eyes at the sound of his name before flicking back up towards you again. “So who were you seducing with sugarcoated lips, angel? I bet you looked all cute and innocent,” she teased. “Oh my god, shut up!” you say, giggling as she joins you. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you remember it’s your turn to ask.
“Alright, truth or dare, Amelia?”
“Hmm..” she says, pretending to think, tapping her chin with her glossy pointer finger. Since when were her fingers so pretty…? You think, zoning in on them; they’d look so nice and long. You were sure they’d feel so good in your…-
“Hello? Earth to [name]? " Amelia says, snapping her fingers in your face before you back up, blinking a couple of times “oh yeah, sorry,” you answer, embarrassed
“Damn toots, am I really that boring?” she says, teasing you. “No Amelia, I just spaced out…” What a pervert, thinking about your best friend in that way while playing a game how shameless.
“Anyway, I chose dare.” Amelia says, her striking blue eyes meeting yours as if challenging you to give her the best you’ve got.
“i dare you….to do a handstand.” you say not feeling to creative “are you serious?” Amelia deadpans, “Are we high schoolers or are we in our twenties, toots?” she says mockingly, throwing your words back in your face.
“Well, what’d you expect me to say? Did you think I was gonna dare you to make out with me or something?” you retort, not appreciating her attitude.
“Yeah, I did actually.” Amelia says more quickly with a smirk.
“Then why don’t you go ahead and do it?” refusing to let her get the upper hand in this, you put on a confident front and meet her unrelenting gaze.
“Gladly,” she says before slowly making her way towards you, and all of a sudden the room feels too hot, the lights too bright, and your crush best friend is making her way towards you the same way an apex predator approaches its prey.
Amelia stops short of your feet, going from all fours to resting on her knees before pulling your ankles towards her, making you go from resting against the headboard to lying down against her pillow as she slots a thigh in between your legs and slots one of yours in between hers.
She tosses a strand of your hair aside as she cups your face with both hands, bringing your face to hers as she presses a kiss against your lips before pulling back and looking at you, her usually pale face dusted with pink, and she closes the gap once more to slot her lips against yours.
She shifts slightly, making her thigh press further into your pussy. You pull away from the kiss, letting out a gasp, only for Amelia to capture your lips back in a kiss, her tongue invading your mouth as she moans into the kiss as you cling onto her shoulders, pushing her back slightly, only for her to go down and start nipping and licking at your neck.
You let out a whimper. “A-ah, Amelia!” you practically scream out, already aching for more as you try to get more friction from her thigh before she just pulls it away along with her face.
You cry out at the sudden loss of touch, looking up at her with the meanest face you could muster up in the moment. “Alright, toots, my turn truth or dare?” Amelia says, looking rather intimidating as she peers down at you with a devilish glint in her eye.
“Amelia, I don't wanna…- play anymore!” You manage to choke out as her thigh nuzzling further into your clothed pussy makes it harder for you to talk. “Angel, stop being a naughty girl and just listen to me, okay?”
“O-okay, fine, I pick truth; now stop pushing your thigh into me like that.” you practically squeal out. Amelia, seemingly satisfied with your answer, retracts her thigh only a bit. “Alright, toots, is it true that you’re a virgin?” she says, looking down at you expectantly. God, her pupil was so dilated you swear the blue looks like it's not even there anymore.
“Y-yes, I am.” Already feeling embarrassed by how you admitted it so bluntly. Amelia’s lip curves into a smirk, her voice lowering, “Would you like to lose your virginity, angel?” You feel so pathetic for how quickly you nod.
Amelia straightens out to take off her shirt and shorts, leaving herself in her bra and panties, and you do the same as you lie back down onto the pillow, quite nervous Amelia sensing your discomfort is quick to reassure you “i might’ve gotten to caught up in the moment earlier i’m sorry for how fast i was moving are you sure you wanna do this angel ?”
“I’m sure, Amelia. I trust you,” you reply, to which she smiles as she leans down to press another kiss to your lips, and she starts making her way down to your neck, sucking directly on your pulse, revelling in the way you moan and grab onto her shoulders
She kisses the lovebite she left as she moves further down, coming face to face with your chest. Unclipping your bra and throwing it aside, she wastes no time in practically drowning herself in your tits. “Gosh, angel, you're so pretty” she coos as she kisses your breasts. You shudder at the contact, raking your hands through the red strands of her hair. Amelia wraps her lips around your nipple, swirling the tip of her tongue around the areola. “You’re– hnn!—” You let out an awfully pathetic whine. Amelia lets go of your nipple with a big wet pop, raising her middle finger onto your neglected nipple, rubbing it in slow circles as she directs her gaze toward you.
“Wow, toots, I never thought I'd get to hear you this loud,” she teases as she quickly switches from rubbing your nipple to pinching it as you let out another moan. “I wonder what other noises you could make...” Amelia says more to herself as she starts leaving a trail of kisses leading all the way down to your pussy. Now met face to face with your panties, Amelia presses down against your clothes clit and rubs in hard, slow circles.
“You're so fucking wet, angel. Gosh, what a little needy slut.” she chastises. “Amelia– hnn!— stop being so mean!” You try getting her to stop only to end up sounding more like a mess. “Oh, you don't like it when I'm mean, do you?”
“No!” you cry out. “Aw, poor angel, she can't handle being touched like this? Toots, this is light work. If you can't handle this, how are you gonna handle the other stuff?” she says in a mocking tone, tilting her head to the side as if she's actually expecting you to answer the question in the state that you're in.
Finally giving you some mercy, she pulls down your panties, her eyes following the way your slick connects to it before looking up at you and smirking, “This is just… wow, angel, you were this pent up?”
She mutters before giving you an experimental lick on your clit, which results in you letting out a loud gasp and grabbing her sheets.
Seeing the effect a simple kitten lick had on you, she decides to wrap her lips around your nub and start sucking.
“Hah..! Oh my...“ you pant out, already overwhelmed.
With her mouth busy, she puts her fingers to use by collecting all the juice dripping from your mound and uses it as lube. Starting with one finger, she slowly starts to push into your heat.
“Amelia, wait! You can’t mmmfgh-!” Seeing how quickly you adjusted to it, she starts pumping in and out slowly while moan after moan continues to tumble out of you.
One finger became two, and soon she was curling her fingers inside you like there was no tomorrow
“mmfuck! good—hah—feels so good amelia,”
“Oh, does it now, toots?” she says, mouth still full of your pussy and her fingers going faster than before, touching all the right places.
Your legs start to clamp down on her head as desperate moans start spilling more rapidly from you.
“You gonna cum, angel?”
“Y-yes, Amelia! fuck please lemme cum!” Your words start slurring together as you feel your release approaching.
And who’s Amelia to not abide by your every command?
“So, angel, truth or dare?” Amelia says with a sly smile as she licks the remaining cum off her fingers
“Mmm… dare.” You manage to reply to fucked out to even process what you just agreed to.
“I dare you to return the favor,” Amelia says snuggling up to your limp body.
“But I don’t know how…” You slur out.
“Don’t worry, angel i’ll teach you…” she replies with a smile that could only mean trouble.
Oh boy, it’s gonna be a long night…
a/n: this isn't proofread so pls ignore any grammar mistakes 🥲💔! this is my first time writing full on smut so I'm a little rusty, but I'll get better 🥹! also would you guys want me to write a kinktober list for bbd 🤔?
. Word Count — 4.1k
. Warnings — None!
. Contents — Late nights, annoying 5012, hints of insomnia, mutual bullying, LOTS OF EYE CONTACT, Caspy Waspy is mentioned, 5012 being the workaholic he is, annoying 5012, existential questions and possible dread, lost memories, amnesia, fluff, comedy, soft angst, chickens, Reader is 0213 and gender neutral, did I say annoying 5012?
Prologue — Bothering 5012 is always fun. Bothering him about being a shut in that always stays in his office? Even funnier. Except that it quickly takes a deeper turn... and you decide to visit him every night
5012’s office door greeted you quietly.
Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork and paperwork again.
At this point when you thought about 5012, senior Grim Reaper and your trainer, you could only picture his face covered by stacks of paper.
Was that normal?
Why would a place full of dead people need so many files?
Souls probably, classified information, those terminated reapers in need of rescue and yada yada yada.
You fumbled with the edge of your shirt, stalling.
0204, Atlas, was nowhere to be found, probably off to sleep or… honestly you didn’t know. Did you even want to know?
Your section of HQ was quiet. Time was frozen in the Underworld, but it was supposed to be past midnight in the human world, and Reapers either set out for missions or rested around that time, for convenience.
In all that stillness, and boredom, you thought that it would be a good idea to greet your oh so dear trainer.
Taking for granted his probable irritation… ahem.
How should you even approach him? It was never easy, but not difficult either.
You kind of rehearsed your greeting while climbing the stairs to his office: barging into the room rather loudly and risk getting punched in the face.
No, you thought, you would revisit the idea for another day.
And there you were, listening to the led lights buzzing above you. In silence.
Waiting, anticipating.
“Are you going to come in or not?” His voice, muffled by the door.
It didn’t even scare you, it just surprised you a tiny bit.
“Just so you know, you probably look stupid standing idle like that, especially out of my office,” he continued.
Rude.
“First of all,” you slowly pushed the door open, “rude.”
Your face peered from the crack.
“Second of all,” you slid in the room, closing the door behind you, “you’re ugly.”
A smile adorned your lips, yet the man on the other side of the office, sitting behind his desk, didn’t even raise his eyes, “you’ll find out that I do not care about your opinion of me 0213.”
He flipped a file over, unbothered. "Especially when it’s uncalled for.”
What a grump.
In the new found silence you took in his office again. It was the same as always, but every time something appeared and disappeared.
A stack of files, an unfinished cup of coffee, 5012’s coat on the chair, books opened on random pages and so on.
It was like an ecosystem, a very sad one of course. Changing and working in its own way.
“Why are you here, 0213? You’re awfully quiet,” the grumpy, ugly, boring, absolutely lame man spoke again.
“Ah, uhm, I was distracted sorry,” you walked further into the room.
“Distracted by?” He barely raised his eyebrows, “why you of course,” you teased, smiling.
5012 refused to look at you, and to entertain you.
“Do you need help big boss?” You peered over the stack of papers. “Hardly, you’d only make things… harder."
“Tell me about it,” a stupid grin formed on you face, eyes wandering around before setting on the guy in front of you, who was already looking at you, sternly.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you raised your hands defensively, only relaxing after his glare left you.
“Can I at least stay here?” You probably would’ve stayed anyway.
“Why?”
“There’s no one around and nothing to do.”
“Go rest.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“How would I know? I still don’t understand this Grim Reaper body,” you huffed, he sighed.
“Just be quiet.” He rubbed his temples, sliding his fingers down his face in resignation.
A few minutes went by, you could only hear your breathing and the occasional pen scratching the paper's surface.
5012’s office was very dark, and very purple… dark purple.
You slowly made you way around it, taking in the subtle details, the titles of the books, the pattern of their covers, the arrangement of the tiles on the floor. Some were uneven.
Your curiosity took you to the big window. Looking down you saw a street, in front of you endless “sky scrapers”.
You knew the word, but never actually stopped to think about it, how could a building scratch the sky if there was no sky?
“How high up are we?” You leaned against the glass.
“If you’re planning to jump down I’d advise against it,” he tapped his pen on the desk.
“Wh— Why would I do that?! I already died once,” you twisted your neck to look at him weird.
“0204 once said that he wanted to test his fall damage, maybe he shared that stupid idea with you,” you alerted the distinct tone of annoyance in 5012’s voice.
“Well, even if he did… I’m not him, and it’s not like I go along everything he does—“
“…?”
“Mostly.” You coughed.
And then silence again.
You finished scrutinizing his room and returned in front of 5012, sitting on one of the chairs.
“Your office is cozy. I get why you’re always here,” your arms flopped on the table, next to some signed files.
“I’m glad it’s to you liking but I’m not always here, 0213.”
“Every time I come knocking you’re here.”
“Pure coincidence.”
“When do you go out?”
“Occasionally.”
Silence.
“Are you sure you can’t lie?” You raised one eyebrow.
“I can lie, but chose not to,” he huffed.
“So you’re not lying now.”
“No, 0213, I am not.”
“But you’re avoiding the truth. Because it’s a fact that you’re shut in here most of the time,” you’ve been staring at the man for a while now, and just then he returned your gaze.
Not matching your energy at all… but at least he was looking at you.
He cleared his throat.
“Should’t you be resting? We have stuff to do in some hours,” you looked at the clock.
“I already told you, I can’t fall asleep. Check your hearing grandpa.”
You smiled, he did not.
In all honesty, if 5012 could, he’d be smashing his head on the table with much pleasure… and until the surface molded into the shape of his face
“Why did you come here?” He interlaced his hands together, resting his chin against them. Purple irises dug deep into you, were 5012’s eyes always so sharp?
“I wanted to keep you company,” your voice quivered with embarrassment. You wondered, on a scale from 1 to 10, how much you looked stupid while saying that.
“I do not need your company, 0213.” He repeated the word with a strange tone, almost as if he was pronouncing it for the first time.
“Wow you’re so emo.” You dead panned.
“Here I was trying to be kind,” you continued, folding your arms.
“I don’t need your kindness either, you’ll see that’s something the Underworld is lacking.” The senior Grim Reaper grimaced.
“I guess I’ll be the first kind Grim Reaper,” you whispered to yourself, fidgeting with your sleeves.
5012’s eyes snapped to your face, scanning you and maybe your very soul, in a pensive silence.
Silly him probably forgot to look away because you caught him right in the act when you focused on him once again.
“Do I have something on my face?” You joked, ignoring the weight of his attention.
“No you do not,” he began. “It just surprised me, what you said.” He blinked, dragging his eyes to the window and… staring, glaring, admiring it.
You expected him to elaborate further, but he didn’t, and you both sat in silence once again.
It was comfortable, for you of course. For that emo guy over there, probably not.
You could only hear outside world, 5012’s office acted as a bubble, quiet, floating over the everything.
“Why?” You heard him ask.
To who? You weren’t sure. He wasn’t looking at you.
“What?” You asked, caught off guard.
You swore you saw his body shake and stiffen, barely, but you knew it did. His eyes were on yours again, for one second he looked startled and the next it was gone.
“I,” his mouth hung agape in thought.
“I think you should go 0213,” his voice gradually got colder, back to his usual tone huh.
“Why?” You asked, confused.
Why.
“I need to continue with my work, alone. You are distracting in the worst ways,” he fixed his necklace and jacket, nervously.
“Did I do something?”
“Just go, I’ll see you later for training,” he refused to look at you.
You could only imagine the consequences of pushing him too far, so you let it go.
“Okay,” you got up, the leather of the chair creaking under your weight.
“Goodnight then, or good day,” you put on a light hearted tone while walking backwards towards the door, 5012 never looked at you.
Your smile faltered. Finding the handle you disappeared once again, in the cold and silent halls of the building.
Why?
If eyes could burn, 5012’s office door would’ve been reduced to ashes.
Brows furrowed, eyes squinted, various lines caused by tension decorated the man’s face.
His body was still stiff, until he deflated all at once, fingers creeping up to rub his eyes in frustration? Anger? Tiredness? Fuck him if he knew.
Staring at the spot you left empty, 5012’s night went on.
A sound from your computer caught your attention, you rolled on your bed, one of the plushies from the infamous claw machine in your arms.
Another sound, and another.
“Hmpf,” you wobbled towards your desk.
Atlas: “Earth, or idk, to oh two one three”
Atlas: “I was thinking, why not go try to make a mysterious food from we find in the kitchen? Who knows how the Underworld stuff reacts to each other…”
Atlas: “Helloooooo???”
You stared at the text, grinning.
0213: “Hi chicken”
Atlas: “I’m not.”
0213: “Honk honk”
Atlas: “That’s not how chickens sing”
0213: “How do you know?”
Atlas: “I saw a video duh”
0213: “Did you now…”
Atlas: “Here look”
Atlas: *1 attachment
…
0213: “woW”
Atlas: “Aaaaaaanyways,,, how are you? Wanna hit the kitchen?”
0213: “Not today sorry, I have a lot on my mind.”
Atlas: “I want to have your lot on my mind swell ;)”
0213: “5012 was mean to me”
0213: “:(((((((“
Atlas: “hOw Dare he, cold hearted king!”
Atlas: “He’s such a doofus.”
You would’ve searched the meaning of that word later.
0213: “Has he been weird with you too or…?”
Atlas: “He’s always weird with me, I mean in the mean way.”
You asked a stupid question. Or just to the wrong person.
Atlas: “Maybe he’s in THAT time of the month.”
0213: “Huh”
Atlas: “Idk dude, he probably hadn't had his coffee when you talked to him.”
0213: “We’ll wait and see, now go be useful to the world.”
Atlas: “You mean being absolutely useful to society and sending the claw machine in bankruptcy?”
0213: “Honestly I don’t even remember what that word meant but sure, pop off diva!”
You logged out of your iReaper, pondering on what to do in this soon to be boring day.
5012 hadn’t called any meeting nor training yet, which was weird, but until further notice you were free. As much as you were.
It wasn’t like your newborn soul was chained with this association of Grim Reapers that totally killed people, without a way out.
Heh. Free time!
Although, it confused you. 5012, senior Grim Reaper, role model, dutiful worker deathly dedicated to his job, didn’t alert you about working.
Nor training, not even complaining about some crazy shit 0204 pulled.
Checking up on him wouldn’t have been a bad idea, not a good one either.
Your feet went on autopilot and when you snapped out of your thoughts, you were back in front of that office.
Determine as you were nothing could’ve stopped you!
“Oh 5012!” Hand on the door handle you were ready to burst in until… the door didn’t budge.
“Huh,” you rattled it, lightly at first, then harder, gripping it with your whole strength, making the whole door shake.
He either closed you out or wasn’t in the room at all.
You could’ve knocked this thing down. No, too extreme.
Resting your hands on your hips you huffed.
“I guess I’ll come back later. With a chainsaw. This isn’t over, fuckass door.”
You glared daggers at the piece of building as you walked away.
Your steps faded out and silence settled back in, the two men in the room relaxed.
“Didn’t know your trainee was so, direct,” the white haired guy spoke first.
“What was direct in what they did?” 5012 asked, annoyed.
“Almost taking the door out of its hinges.”
“They’d know better.”
“Are they always like that?”
“Abrupt?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve got two of them, actually three with you.”
“Hey, rude.”
“Casper, you should go, wouldn’t want to be eavesdropped on a second time.”
1 am. You were back. Along with your… will? You couldn’t find a chainsaw.
Skipping the knocking you directly went to the offensive, trying to open the door, which again, didn’t budge.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you cursed under your breath, pushing and pulling it angrily.
Suddenly you heard a clicking sound, and got dragged along the door as it opened. Revealing a very, very, annoyed 5012.
Your hands were glued to the handle, sweaty.
“Oops, hi boss,” you did everything you could to avoid his gaze.
“Sometimes I wonder why they made you a Reaper 0213,” he sighed.
“I guess I’m that good,” a stupid grin was plastered on your face, letting go of the door.
“I half thought you wouldn’t be here, and actually asleep,” you continued.
“So you DO spend all your time in here,” you pointed an accusing finger to the tall man.
“Is that why you’re here?”
“Yes and also, uhm, to ask why there wasn’t training today.”
“Paperwork kept me busy,” his voice was lower than usual, taking a good look at him, you noticed that he looked more tired. And that was surprising considering he looked tired all the time.
“Can I help?” You smiled, encouraging the man to say yes.
“No,” he replied quickly, “but, I appreciate the offer.”
Your stomach flipped upon hearing 5012’s tone soften. Damn.
“Of course,” you looked down at the floor.
“Can I at least stay here? I’ll be good!”
“I have a feeling that you will stay regardless of what I may say,” the Grim Reaper sulked away, defeated, and headed back to his desk.
“You know me so well!” You followed him with a skip in your step.
The night passed in the quiet of 5012’s office. Having small talks every now and then, insulting each other.
The thought of your trainer never resting lingered.
Persistently.
You weren’t REALLY worried though.
...
Ok, you were. A tiny bit.
So you kept “visiting”, sacrificing your nights to stay with him and the days to hang out with 0204. After a while you also resumed training.
5012 never questioned the real reason behind your nightly appearances, and if he was bothered by it, he didn’t show it through and through.
It became a habit, going to the “purple room”.
Every night he was in his spot, refusing to rest.
Because his job was his life, and he wanted to feel alive, to have a purpose.
A week passed of you and him spending your nights together, obviously 5012 couldn’t have a say in this.
Tonight was no different. You were lounging under the big window, asking stupid questions to the other man, for the sake of wasting his time.
“Why can’t chickens fly?” You quizzed.
“How did you learn about chickens?”
“Atlas told me about them, they’re cute,” you smiled, focusing on the faraway buildings. Imagining a chicken flying from one to the other.
“I don’t know why I’m answering you, but no. From what I know and saw, chickens can’t fly,” 5012 facepalmed, you giggled.
The night went on like that, you asking his favorite candy, him admitting that he never had one, you being shocked before moving on to another question.
Before the both of you realized it, you fell into a habit of being there for each other. Well, sort of.
You fell into the habit of being there and 5012 into the one of, waiting. Waiting for you.
He slowly noticed how he’d think about you in the evening, whether you’d show up or how’d you show up.
A week in, tonight, before you made your appearance he made sure to tide up any misplaced objects and hide the fragile ones just because he saw you almost trip on yourself during training, and decided that he wanted nothing to do with broken objects.
“I heard that Reapers can fly,” you spoke suddenly, he nodded.
“Is there a secret or…?” You tilted your head.
“No, it’ll come to you eventually.”
The man looked at the window, you followed his line of sight.
There was nothing outside.
A dark, empty sky and tall, cold buildings.
You whispered something about reaching the moon, or the sun.
5012 did’t immediately ask you why.
He pondered, and wondered how you could remember what those two things were.
In the end he did ask, carefully.
When did he start being cautious around you?
“Oh I,” you paused, staring at him.
“I don’t. I don’t remember. I just feel that I want to see them.”
You smile, a bit confused yourself.
“You could always describe them to me,” you fidgeted with your clothes. "So at least I’d know what I want to reach,” you joked.
The senior Reaper stared back at you. Searching, questioning.
He surprised you when he complied, beginning with the Sun.
Pure light, he said, warmth, the opposite of whatever you had seen in the Underworld.
Then the Moon.
Something you figured he preferred by how he talked about it.
“The Moon has been my only companion, since the beginning of this long job. The only real witness of all the souls I’ve taken,” his eyes slowly set on his desk, his hands intertwined.
“Many mortals spoke to the Moon before their end, they asked for mercy, kindness. Sometimes for a reason.”
He paused, thinking, calculating, recalling.
And as quickly as he started, he stopped, abruptly.
“Yeah that’s all.”
5012 cleared his throat, collecting pieces of his cold attitude, building his wall once again.
You had perked up during his explanation, his delicate tone caught you off guard. So reverent, smooth, chilling.
You decided against teasing him about it. He felt like a wild animal when he was near you. Inching closer, painfully slow and running so far away if noticed.
You kept your tongue in your mouth.
“Just a big ball of light in the sky,” he spoke, rushing his words.
“And the other is a smaller ball, white.”
You nodded.
“I’d like to see them one day, maybe even touch them,” you blinked, eyes meeting the vast black sky.
5012 thought about saying something about it being impossible AND dangerous. He did not. He let you dream.
But why did you want to reach the sun, the moon?
Why did you want to be kind?
Why?
Your conversations swayed between unbelievably stupid topics to extremely deep ones in matter of minutes.
First you were asking about the moon, then how many plastic balls would be needed to fill the Reaper’s office.
Then about your lost life, and later about fishes.
One day you asked about the stars. You had heard other Reapers talk about them and you, obviously, got curious, and decided to rely on 5012cyclopedia.
“It’s been a while since you asked me about space,” the man noted.
It had been a little more than 2 weeks since you started nagging your trainer.
“They’re small white dots in the sky,” the corners of his mouth curled slightly.
“They’re little moons!” You smiled.
“Not quite but to the human eye, I suppose.”
“Can you reach them?”
“0213 we can’t even reach the moon, which is pretty close.”
No response.
Another day you met him at the coffee machine. The first thing you noticed were his prominent eye bags.
Not that he never had them, but they were particularly dark tonight.
5012’s eyes quickly found you. Zeroing on you from the side.
“Rough night?” You asked.
“Rough everything. 0204 covered my office in confetti.”
He looked —more like glared— down at his coffee mug.
A few seconds of silence passed, 5012 suddenly felt his blood pressure rise. “Please don’t ask me anyth—“
“What’s your favorite blend of coffee?”
Ugh.
And it went on. And on, and on, and on.
Night after night.
He thought of you as a nuisance at first, but gradually reconsidered your presence as an ALMOST entertaining one.
He wondered if you sacrificed your sleep for him.
The idea made him smile. Wait, no, huh?
Maybe you didn’t sleep at all. Or you did, just not at night.
Until finally, after a month of you stating that 5012 was a recluse who only stayed in his office, his pride took over, deciding to prove you wrong.
How?
One evening he quickly messaged you that he wouldn’t have been in his office that night and to not search him. No further explanation and no clues.
Turns out he decided to hang out on the building rooftop, not expecting you to show up.
Firstly because he didn’t tell you where he was, and secondly because you didn’t know how to reach that place.
That is until you, somehow, barged through the stairs’ door.
“How did you—“
“I started asking about you and searching for a way up here as soon as you texted me. It’s that simple.”
No it’s not, it wasn’t, it shouldn’t have been.
You’re dumb, stupid.
He didn’t say anything.
“Why the change of location?” You walked up to him, looking at the scenery.
“Birdwatching.”
You stopped next to him.
“There are birds in the Underworld?”
“I’m messing with you 0213.”
You snapped your head towards 5012, he was looking at the other buildings ahead.
“Since when do you lie?”
“It wasn’t a lie, it was a joke.”
“Even worse. Since when can you joke?”
“You and 0204 are a bad influence.”
“Rude.”
You swore you saw a smirk grace 5012’s face.
Your voice and Casper’s mixed in his mind, reminiscing when the other “Reaper” told him the same thing.
“Anyways,” you chirped, “you finally left your office!”
He huffed, annoyed.
Was it worth entertaining you? He didn’t answer.
In the quiet of the night you thought that... this was nice, chatting with 5012. Then you noticed that you were smiling to yourself.
Ah…
You shielded you face from him, suddenly embarrassed.
If he saw you like that he probably would’ve called you an idiot.
Luckily the man was distracted by the dark sky above.
“Say 0213,” he whispered.
Why.
“Why do you want to reach the moon and the sun?”
Your eyes widened, surprised.
He remembered that?
“Uhm,” you paused, not exactly knowing why.
The reason was buried in your lost memories.
But it felt right —like your name— to grasp at anything and everything connecting you to the human world. To the lost you.
Purple eyes pierced you. Waiting.
“I saw a few pictures of them and I…” the words died in your throat.
Your brain was digging, clawing at something that was no longer there.
“It just felt… I felt, grief.”
Grief.
5012’s eyes softened.
He hummed, acknowledging your answer, eyes meeting the sky once more. Oh, how eyes could tell everything.
During the shared nights the man had unconsciously learned to read you better. He never wanted to, but still, it happened.
His tongue trembled in his mouth.
It downed on him the reality of the situation. Two mortals now dead and reborn anew. Two beings that had to learn how to “live” again, on the rooftop of a random building, in a cold city. Alone.
He thought he got used to it. But you… you were new to this.
You truly were alone in that world.
It was a rare occurrence, seeing 5012 have mercy, be kind.
But that night, engulfed in death with you, he gave you solace.
“0213,” his tone was painfully delicate.
Only then you noticed the proximity.
It was both suffocating and comforting at the same time.
You hummed low, curious.
Some time ago, you'd never thought you'd find yourself having serious talks with 5012.
You only ever wanted to poke him. Annoy him.
But you longed for more. You yearned.
In him you could start seeing a person. Someone worth discovering.
Someone that made your heart squeeze and your stomach twist.
Because he knew what having it hard felt like.
Only God knew how your lived your human life.
Yet your body remembered.
In him you saw someone who could understand, even if he refused to.
And then, only then, the man showed a piece of his heart. To you.
“I will show you the moon.”
Thank you for reading this short oneshot! Hope you enjoyed!
English is not my first language, sorry for little errors!
Not sure people will sit and read this to the end but I need to expose my opinion on something.
I believe fanatics exist all over the world, but it is truly sad to see how certain places in Asia are ravaged by this parasocial dynamic. It is once again, deeply saddening to realize how these places are consumed by loneliness. The Valko situation is one of the great examples of this phenomenon.
I uninstalled LADS a few days ago because I honestly don't have the time to do much in the game—or even keep up with the news like I used to. However, given the situation with Valko, I was deeply saddened by the stance of the Chinese fandom and the position taken by Infold.
Even though I know there are other factors behind this situation—such as the lack of a main storyline, everything being monetized, and so on—we can certainly see that there are indeed people who think they can boss around actors, singers, idols, and even the companies that create characters who DO NOT EXIST.
We need to step away from the screen! I’ve noticed that many people close themselves off because they’re constantly seeing influencers talk about "red flags" and "green flags"... We are human beings! We are ever-changing! We change, and that hurts! It’s easier to get attached to a fictional man because he acts exactly the way you want him to, but that brings consequences!
Emotional detachment is a consequence of alienation. Capitalism replaces human relationships with commodified exchanges, forcing the individual to focus on "having" rather than "being." This breeds isolation, as people come to view one another as competitors or mere instruments of profit.
We are money for the companies! That’s a fact! It’s affection being sold—it’s emotion being sold!
This brings to mind the concept of a parasocial relationship with fictional characters—a situation I’ve experienced myself.
My mom died when I was 14, and ever since I lost my desire to live, my life is a mess, I have social problems and feel like a failure. Not a day goes by that I don't wish for death.
Obey Me! entered my life one year later, I was 15, and it was like fresh air to my lungs. I had things to obsess over besides missing my dear mama.
Increasing my affection level with the characters, collecting AP, gathering Grimm, doing the new events, and so on.
They filled something that was missing in me at the time: the feeling that someone truly loved me. They fulfilled the sense of belonging—something that remains unsatisfied for me to this day—and that is why this account exists.
Every time I smoked, I imagined Lucifer chewing me out; every time I got ready, I pictured a nervous Mammon waiting for our date... my life revolved around this routine, and I kept deteriorating on the inside.
I do not blame myself for what I did, and even though I wasn't an extreme fanatic, I was, in a way, within that fictional parasocial framework.
What I truly want to say is,
Live. Don't let the days pass by. Live.
If your day is filled with rage, embrace it, understand the feeling, let it pass through your body, and let go. Tomorrow will come, another feeling will come, another experience, but don't let yourself get trapped in a box where the only possibility is a pixelated love. That’s not how life is; that’s not how life needs to be.
Obsess over books or movies; be a nerd about anything that drives your mind toward ultra-creativity. Don't worry about who you were or who you’ll become—what matters is the here and now. And even if you consider yourself a loser, even losers have passions. What do you have to lose? I like to think I have nothing left, so nothing can be taken away from me.
I don't have any friends (literally), I don't have a job, I don't have - and never had- a boyfriend, I am perverted, I am pathetic, I am a coward- but I'm trying to be better, and I know a river doesn't stop flowing, so neither will I; even though I'm completely fucked up, I'm going to keep moving forward.
Loneliness is real; it affects me and countless others in our daily lives. If you are on the edge of the abyss and need someone, know that you can send me a message! I can't promise to fix all your problems—that’s impossible—but we can have a good conversation and share experiences.
I will always be grateful for the community all of you helped me build, and for embracing my ideas and interacting with me. Don't suffer alone, okay?
Nothing to see here.. just a demon and an angel spending some quality time together.
Had a lot of fun with this one even though the background was kind of a pain. Someone please tell me whether I should draw the TSL or angel outfits next because my god-- they are all gorgeous.
(Also sorry to everyone who sent me an ask and didn't get an answer yet, I'll try to go through my ask box later today)
Please don't let anyone make you feel bad for liking the sweet little harmless things that make you happy. Life can be so hard, please take your joy where you can find it, even if someone tries to tell you that you're wrong.
Write the stories! Draw the arts! Share every silly little thought that crosses your head! I want to hear them all, and so many other people do too!
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