SydTheVelociraptor

[sydthevelociraptor]

Sharing

Requested by angelicweapons

Mello x reader x Matt

Warnings: suggestive (just a bit tho), poly relationship (implied), spoilers for the last few episodes

Hope this is good I got so exited to write this that I probably made SO MANY MISTAKES I’m really bad at fluff 😭. Anyway, hope this is good

-S

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You remember when Mello first told you he was leaving. He confided in you for everything: Near’s wins, his losses; everything. He came to you the day news of L’s death was revealed. He was second in line to be L’s successor, just behind Near. He hated it. He truly believed that you were his only constant, always ready for him.

”I can’t anymore, I need to leave.” He was crying when he told you, allowing himself to break down only for you. He wanted to stay the night in your room, but Roger would never allow it.

”Come with me. None of this matters. L is gone. Roger wants Near and I to work together, but I can’t. I just can’t. Near can do it just fine without me!” he said into your shirt. You held him close, hoping he wouldn’t try anything stupid. You knew he would get emotional like this often, but never like this. He looked up at you, hope in his eyes. You moved some of his hair out of his face, letting your hand linger for nothing longer than a mere few second.

”Please come with me. We could leave, far away from here. We could have our own life. No Near, no Roger. It would just be us. Please,” he begged. You didn’t know if leaving was a good idea, but a promised future with Mello wasn’t an awful thought.

”If you want to come along, pack your things and wait at your window for me. We’ll leave tonight.”

That was five years ago. Now, he’s on his own in America. He joined the Mafia to catch Kira. Of course, you went with him. Nobody dared hitting on you if it meant getting in the way of Mello. Everyone knew he had feelings for you. You used to think he might have back at Wammy’s, but now? Now you just assume he doesn’t want you gone since you're all he has.

Everything came together once Matt joined. Mello had asked him for help on a mission to kidnap Kiyomi Takada. He came a few months early, DS in hand and goggles over his eyes. You hugged him, excited to see your other childhood friend for the first time in what felt like forever.

”I missed you Matt,” still holding him. He pulled back, kissing you on both cheeks.

”I missed you too. Where’s Mello?” Mello happened to be a few meters away, glaring at Matt for blatantly kissing you in front of him. He had told him his feelings for you back at Wammy’s, so he sure was brave to pull this stunt right in front of him.

The next month followed with the three of you living together. Mello never made a move on you, nervous to be rejected or make it awkward. Matt however, was not afraid to get physical with you. You knew he was simply joking around, but Mello didn’t. For example, one morning you made coffee for yourself. Matt came out, shirtless with a cigarette in his mouth, and grabbed you from behind.

“Good morning,” he said, kissing your hair.

”Shut up, Matt,” you said, giggling at his antics. He led you to the couch, the sound of his DS turning on filled the room as he sat you on his lap.

“Wanna watch me play, doll?” You adjusted yourself before watching his quick hands maneuver the game. That’s when Mello came in.

”You guys gonna actually come help plan this or am I gonna have to listen to you two making out while I’m working?” He took a bit of his chocolate, jealousy written on his face. Matt let you up from where you sat.

”Easy, Mel. We were just having a bit of fun. If you want her back, you can have her.” You walked over to Mello, Matt following behind you.

”Can I have some?” You asked Mello, pointing to his chocolate. He took another bite before kissing you, giving you the piece of chocolate he just bit off. He thought about doing that for a while now, but he was always too nervous. That was, until he realized he had to be better than Matt, who was practically undressing you with his eyes.

”Heyyy, can I have some of that too, Mel?” Matt asked. Mello glared at him. Matt shot his hands up.

”Woah. Don’t make that face at me. Do you wanna share? We can share if you want.” Mello didn’t hate the idea, but he still had to prove himself better. And if you liked him too? Then he wouldn’t mind sharing you with Matt. 

That night while you weren’t around, Mello stood alone with Matt outside as Matt lit his cigarette.

”Have you decided yet?” Matt asked, trying to get the lighter to hold its flame long enough to light one.

”Yeah. I don’t mind the idea of sharing. I just don’t want her getting hurt. It’s already risky having her with us. What if something happens to us on this mission, and she doesn’t know.” Matt nodded.

”Well then we won’t let that happen. Even if one of us is caught by the cops they’ll only want information. They won’t shoot unless it’s necessary. And you’ll have Takada, therefore ransom. So we’ll be fine.” That’s when they saw you inside, wearing Matt’s shirt and eating a piece of Mello’s chocolate, looking for them. Mello nodded towards you. Matt, getting the idea, followed him and they both silently walked you to Mello’s room, which was the largest out of the three of you and had the largest bed.

The next morning you woke up, still in Matt’s shirt. To your left was Matt, who was still asleep, shirtless, and grabbing onto your waist. Mello was awake, dressed, and standing before you. Today would be the last day you would see Mello for a while, since this would be the start of the mission. If successful, Kira’s identity would be revealed, and you would be safe.

”Guess we have a few hours left,” you said, wishing you had more time.

”Yeah…” He paused. “Come here for a second.” You got up, every step feeling like walking through snow. You took his hands, looking him in the eyes.

”I have something I want to tell you, but I don’t know how,” he said.

”Tell me, Mello. I think I already know.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as he kissed you; better than Matt, better than anyone. This wasn’t just a goodbye, this was an I love you. You pulled away a few minutes later, flustered and wide eyed as Mello still held you close.

”In the rare chance I come back from this, I want to marry you.” That’s when you heard Matt behind you, clapping and whistling.

”Finally got it out of your system, huh Mello.”

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Hope this was good I’ve never written a full length fic for Death Note before so I hope I can write more. If you want a pt 2 with more angst over their deaths LEMME KNOW BC THAT SOUNDS SO FUN TO WRITE.

[sydthevelociraptor]

Death Note characters x reader Headcannons

PLEASE DON’T COME FOR ME IF THESE ARE BAD I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS😭 -S

Warnings: SPOILERS, prolly ooc IM SORRY

Light, L, Near, Mello, Matt

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Light Yagami

Pre death note he would actually be decent.

I can imagine him taking you on small dates and stuff.

His family would also probably love you.

Post death note however is a different story…

He would be balancing between you, Misa, and Takada.

Even if he did prefer you, he’d still manipulate you.

In the rare event he would feel anything for you, he’d protect you with his life.

If he ever let you touch the death note, Ryuk would probably like you (if you gave him apples ofc)

Your fate after Light’s death would either be similar to Misa or you would get therapy and manage to move on.

That's it. I’m still mad at him. Lowkey 3/10.

L

He has never been in a relationship before you.

He would most likely not show you off too much for privacy reasons.

And he would DEFINITELY not let you get involved in the Kira case.

He’d let you have SOME of his sweets.

One thing I imagine him doing is sitting there in his usual position holding onto you.

Since he knew he would most likely die during the case, I can imagine that he would spend a lot of time working to keep your identity a secret, especially from suspects like Light.

And after his death you would leave sweets either at his grave or his desk.

Very out there but if you were to visit Wammy’s pre time skip you would love Near like a son.

On a lighter note, your dates would consist of small coffee shops and bakeries.

You and him would visit amusement parks also.

I don’t think he would let you borrow his clothes at first, but over time he might.

Speaking of his odd habits, you would eventually convince him to shower and sleep normally if you asked him to.

Overall, he’s quirky but he would care a lot about you. 8/10.

Near

Like L, I don’t think he’s dated anyone before you.

This all probably started because he had a crush on you and didn’t know how to outsource it.

Even with you, he wouldn’t know how to have a relationship.

Most of the SPK thinks you’re just a friend or caretaker honestly.

I don’t think he would let you play with him or touch his toys while he’s thinking, but there would be times he would let you join.

He would have a toy version of you that you would always notice is either close to his or away from danger.

He also likes puzzles, so you know what to get him for Christmas.

Since he also has odd sleeping habits, you would try to get him to come to bed with you.

If he doesn’t want to, then you either stay up with him or go to bed yourself and check on him throughout the night (He prefers when you sleep).

Since he’s shown fiddling with his hair a lot and because his hair is much longer in the future, I can imagine he would begin to enjoy having you play with his hair.

I don’t have many headcannons for Near since he’s like my son, but I think he’d be protective and caring of you in his own way. 7/10.

Mello

I think Mello would be a decent boyfriend.

I can imagine the two of you being childhood friends at Wammy’s before he joined the Mafia. He probably even brought you with him when he left.

But if you don’t like that then just ignore it.

If you met through the Mafia I think he would take a bit more time to consider a relationship.

Either way he would end the world for you.

I don’t think your relationship would be a secret. He would have you next to him at all times to keep you safe.

On a similar note, I think he would ADORE light PDA. He’s not afraid to kiss you or hold your hand in public.

He would also love being held by you.

Since he’s very insecure, I doubt he would share you with anyone.

Except maybe Matt… (you can tell how bad I need more Mello and Matt x reader)

But even if he did share you with Matt he would still try to prove that he’s better.

He lets you trace the burn scar on his face and tell him you won’t leave him for it when he’s insecure.

I don’t know if he would share his chocolate with you, but if you asked for some he’d kiss you (that counts right?🤷‍♀️)

You knew what kidnapping Kiyomi Takada meant for him and that he wouldn’t come back, but it still hurt to kiss him knowing it would be the last time.

But lowkey I love Mello and I wanna give him everything. I think either him or Matt would be the best boyfriend (or that’s just me being biased). Overall 9/10.

Matt

Matt had literally like fifteen seconds of screen time so bear with me.

First of all, we all know he smells of cigarette smoke, and I’m guessing that’s what you taste when you kiss him.

He would DEFINITELY let you borrow his clothes. Not sure about his googles though.

He gives off the vibes of “whatever my baby wants, my baby gets”.

He enjoys either playing video games with you or when you watch him play.

I don’t know if the timeline matches up or not but assuming Tomodachi Life exists in Death Note he would have the both of you fall in love (he would also have Mello).

This might be a bit out there and might be ooc but I feel like he would get your Mariokart main tattooed on himself somewhere.

Would he share you with Mello? Probably. He seems laid back enough.

You were in the car he was in when he was killed, watching his bloody body hit the car door and fall to the ground.

Overall I think he’d be pretty normal. 9.5/10.

[sydthevelociraptor]

Not Your Fault (Pt. 2)

dad!Crowley x teen!reader (platonic), angst, fluff near the end

Warnings: near character death, NOT PROOFREAD ALSO RUSHED BC I HAD SO MANY EMOTIONS DURING THIS

I wasn’t gonna post part 2 since s3 was nothing like what I was writing but ONE COMMENT CONVINCED ME AND I CRAVE VALIDATION SO HERE IT IS -S

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While Muriel was away in Heaven, Crowley would sit by your bed, catering to anything you needed. Of course, you never asked for anything; it hurt too much to talk. Crowley couldn’t stand it. He never should’ve even kept holy water in the house, because what if he used it and left you alone. He should’ve been there for you. He should’ve always been there for you.

While you couldn’t talk, you could cry. Crowley hated that the most. He would leave for a minute so you wouldn’t see him tearing up himself. He begged that you would be alright. You were still so young, and even he didn’t know what happened after a demon drank holy water. Sometimes your eyes would appear bloodshot, and he would remove his sunglasses so you could have them. He would leave while you were sleeping, mentally cursing himself for letting this happen.

Meanwhile, Muriel managed to find Aziraphale after two days of searching. He was discussing plans for the Second Coming with none other than Jesus himself.

”Mr. Fell! Mr. Fell!” Aziraphale turned around joyfully, but his expression changed to worry once he saw the panic on Muriel’s face.

”Muriel, what’s wrong my dear?” He asked. Jesus stood behind him, curious as to what happened.

”Mr. Fell. Your daughter drank holy water after an argument with Mr. Crowley and now she’s really sick and might not make it and-“ Aziraphale was furious, something he rarely ever was.

”Take me down there.”

Aziraphale and Muriel paced to the elevator which would lead them to Earth. Jesus walked behind. While Aziraphale said it wasn’t time for him to go back, he insisted that he should go. The ride down was anticipating. The day he left with the metatron, he almost decided to stay just for you.

Crowley sat on the couch, bottle in hand and glasses on the floor. Aziraphale stood outside, ready to knock but hesitant to face Crowley. He knocked. Crowley answered.

“Angel! I need your help she-“

”Not now, Crowley. Where is my daughter?” He let himself in, walking past the disheveled demon to where you slept. He opened the door, unprepared for what he was about to see. You were sleeping, but he could tell you were in pain. Your skin looked pale, and your hair seemed thinner. He checked your wings, which were still okay. He checked your hands, which were scarred from where holy water had dripped onto your skin. You woke up when Aziraphale checked your throat, which was swollen and red.

”Oh… oh my dear I’m so sorry,” he said. You couldn’t speak, but you smiled at your angelic father. He kissed your forehead.

”I’ll be right back. Don’t worry darling.” He carried his worried demeanor into the room with Crowley, Muriel, and Jesus.

”Why would you keep holy water? Crowley I thought we talked about this. She’s just a child.” Aziraphale’s words caused Crowley to snap.

”Oh? Oh Mr. “Supreme Archangel” of course you would say that! You chose this. You left her, you left me, and-…” He stopped. He didn’t know why he was saying any of this. It was his fault for what he said. He knew Aziraphale didn’t leave because of you. He left to make everything better.

”It’s my fault, Angel… I was angry and said things I couldn’t have said. Please help her. I don’t care if you never want to see me again. Just help her.”

”Actually um… Mr. Crowley, sir uh.. I might be able to help,” Jesus said, perking up.

“Angel, who is this?” Crowley asked.

”Oh um, Crowley. This is Jesus.” Aziraphale said, introducing the boy.

”Huh, Jesus. Didn’t I show you the kingdoms of the world?”

“Yes uh… I think so.”

”Jesus here was going to join us a bit later when it would be time for him to return to Earth, but he insisted on tagging along to help,” Aziraphale explained. Jesus walked into your dark room. He opened the curtain, unaware of your intolerance to light right now.

”Close it! Jesus Christ!” You hissed hoarsely at the boy.

”Oh, right, sorry!” He closed the curtains and stood over your bed.

”By the way, how did you know my name?”

You were too weak to be confused, but then you realized. Was this THE Jesus Christ? He was nothing like churches and Google had told you. He held out his hand to you, which you couldn’t reciprocate.

”Hold out your hand to me,” he said. Miraculously, you managed to bring your hand to his.

”I’m not sure if I can heal you, since it might be too holy, but I’m going to try if that’s okay with you.” You nodded.

A few minutes later, you walked out completely fine. Crowley ran to hug you, followed by Aziraphale who was thrilled to see you alive.

”Kid, don't ever do that again!” Crowley said. You looked over to Aziraphale, who was smiling at you.

”Are you… are you going to leave again?” You asked. Aziraphale hugged you.

”Never.” He turned to Muriel, who was watching the heartfelt moment.

”Muriel, my dear. I christen you as the new Supreme Archangel. I’m sure that you and our friend Jesus here can work something out about the Second Coming.” Muriel was stunned. They had never been held at such a high honor.

”Well then,” they saluted to Crowley and Aziraphale. “Mr. Fell. Mr. Crowley. I will see you again soon.” They looked over to you before giving you a hug.

”I’m gonna miss you,” they said.

”I’m gonna miss you too, Muriel,” you replied.

They and Jesus left for Heaven, and the three of you headed back home to the bookshop. You made a day of cleaning it and restoring it to its former glory. Once it was done, the two of them sat down with hot chocolate. You sat between them, looking at both of them before speaking, a huge smile on your face.

”I forgive you.”

[sydthevelociraptor]

Imperfect

Requested by chlohasasilentvoice

Death the Kid x reader

Starts as canon but ends as non-canon

Warnings: prolly ooc so I had to have my friend read it, not proofread, use of L/N

HOPING THIS IS GOOD sorry if it's late, I got hit by 12 busses and fell off of the cliff (jk I was somewhere without my computer) -S

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You heard the rumor from Doctor Stein first; Lord Death’s son was joining the DWMA. You could see Blackstar and Soul standing outside from the window by your seat, waiting for the poor boy. According to what you had overheard Maka and Tsubaki saying, the two of them have now paired up with each other and become partners.

So you ditched class to head outside to join the two, hoping that they wouldn’t potentially ruin his first day. Not that you didn't trust them, but you knew Blackstar could be… reckless. From inside the walls of the school you could hear Soul and the new guy. Soul was much harder to hear while on the contrary, Death’s son could be heard screaming about the insignificance of the number seven. You stayed inside and listened through the door, having much rather not get involved in this yet. You tried to hide your amusement for the boy’s antics, but watching him on the floor writhing turned out to be quite amusing.

You also noticed his two weapons. I mean… you assumed they were both his. They wore the same outfit and both walked in with him. Around that time was when Blackstar decided it would be a good time to let his ego get in the way, and a fight broke out. Maka, Tsubaki, and Doctor Stein started heading your way, but you attempted to avoid them, hoping you wouldn’t get in trouble. You tried your best to act nonchalant to get a better view of the fight.

”Doctor Stein, is he the boy? The one with the guns, is he the new kid everyone’s been talking about so much?” Maka asked.

”Yep. That’s Lord Death’s son, Death the Kid. It was his own decision to attend the academy, but he won’t be a normal student. His abilities are far greater than anyone else here.” So that was his name, Death the Kid.

The aftermath of the fight left Kid on the floor bleeding. Not because of a physical wound, but the asymmetry of his hair. You nodded along with what Maka was saying, until Stein noticed you.

”Ms. L/N? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in class?”

”I- Sorry Doctor Stein. I’ll head back now.”

L/N… so that was your name…

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That was all Liz and Patty could get out of Kid for a few days after his first day. They had no idea why. Even Patty couldn’t snap him out of it. You weren’t symmetrical or perfect in any way, so why was he obsessing over you? The thing was he just genuinely thought you were breathtaking. He took note of your facial features, disgusted that they were asymmetrical even by a millimeter. He couldn’t forget them. As much as he wanted to, he really couldn’t. He had never been passionate about much other than perfection, so why were you so special?

Liz and Patty wandered with him through the DWMA. At this point it was aimless. Neither of them knew why Kid wanted to see you. You weren’t symmetrical at all in his eyes. He could fix that. He would make you symmetrical. He would make you his wife- no that was too far.

They both decided to invite you over to Gallows Mansion since Kid wouldn’t shut up about your eyebrows. (“One of them seems higher than the other. I need to fix it,” he said to the both of them as you walked by.) He insisted on redoing theirs anyway, so it’ll get him to reveal why he’s really doing this.

You showed up that night hoping to get to know Kid better. Meanwhile, ever since the Thompsons told him that you were coming over, he had made sure that everything about himself was perfect for you. When Liz let you in, you realized that you had no clue what you were doing. This was a reaper’s house for goodness sake! Luckily that feeling washed away once you noticed Kid, who was trying to keep his composure.

”I-“ He coughed. “I was wondering if I could…” He paused, extremely nervous. “May I-“ He stopped again.

”You are very asymmetrical! I need to fix it!” Liz mentally facepalmed. You found the comment odd, but this is Kid after all. He probably does this to Liz and Patty all the time.

And so you sat there, eyes closed. He was inches away with the tweezers in hand, examining your face. He was about to start when he finally realized what it was about you. On the outside, you were asymmetrical, but once he saw your soul, he was left speechless. Your soul was perfectly symmetrical down to every last detail. It made no sense, but he didn’t care. Death the Kid, a reaper, the son of Death himself, was confused.

He had a hard time the rest of the night. He figured that if he did really like you, he needed to make you perfectly symmetrical on the outside as well. He spent the rest of the night getting to know you while he redid your hair and face. Once he was done, he shyly hands you his phone number, trying not to show his obvious blush.

”Come back every week. I need to make sure you stay perfect.” You took the paper, thanked him, and left. The second the door closed, Kid collapsed.

”You okay, Kid?” Liz asked. Patty wasn’t too invested in all of this, and she was sleeping right now. He stared blankly at the closed doors.

”Liz, I think I’m in love.”

[sydthevelociraptor]

Dollhouse for the Dead (pt7)

Mahito x transfigured human!reader

Warnings: Mahito, loosely based off of an oc but IT’S NOT TRUST, Yuji’s attracted to you, you’re described as distracting

No Mahito😞, but it’s gonna get better because next part begins to introduce the Shibuya Incident so…… ya. Next part out at 7 likes -S

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Meanwhile, back at Jujutsu High, another meeting was held between the same people, only now Yuji Itadori was talking less than before.

”The second cursed spirit, we believe, is a potential first grade. She's a skilled swordsman and takes on a doll-like appearance. She was definitely created with distraction in mind,” Nanami stated, standing before the others.

”So this curse was humanoid and made like a doll. That does explain the shards at the site,” Gojo said, his feet on the table. Yuji was still quiet.

”Yuji? Are you okay?” Gojo asked the boy.

Yuji snapped out of his trance. “Y-Yeah.. sorry about that. Just distracted.”

”Does this have anything to do with the curse?”

”N-No!”

Nanami spoke up. “Of course it is. The curse was extremely exaggerated. If the patchwork faced curse did create her, he definitely had more plans for her than just any old curse. You cannot blame Itadori for feeling attraction to her.” Nanami refused to bring up that he also found her incredibly stunning. She didn’t exactly fight back during the interaction, but she did notice him. So why was he so interested in her? It could’ve been that not many cursed spirits knew human communication, or it could be because she was as skilled as she was.

While you didn’t have much cursed technique, you were a skilled swordsman, and your cursed energy was through the roof. Mahito made sure of this. You too were interested in Nanami as he was you. You had never seen a human so handsome in your life. You didn’t know much love, but you knew loyalty. After all, it's all you felt for Mahito. Nanami was different though. While you didn't know his name, you felt a strange feeling for the blonde, almost like a flutter in where your heart would’ve been. 

When you were alone, without Mahito, you would think about your new obsession. The blonde man, you referred to him as, not that you’d ever talk about him again. You would imagine the two of you, walking down the streets of Tokyo together. You once watched him enter a bakery, which led you to learn that he enjoys bread. You stayed hidden for two reasons: so he wouldn't see you and try to kill you, or if Mahito happened to be nearby, you didn't want him knowing you didn't listen.

But after all of that, you felt the hollow area where you were hit, knowing that it couldn't be fixed. You wanted to kill the sorcerer that did that to you. You wanted him gone. Mahito did, after all. You wondered if the blonde sorcerer would still like you like this. Even as you would lay down with Mahito at night, you still asked yourself- What do I feel for the blonde man?

[sydthevelociraptor]

I NEED IDEAS

I am having HUGE writer’s block and I need to know what I should write about. Lemme know in the comments. Also tell me if you wanna stay anonymous bc imma be crediting people.

fandoms I’m currently willing to write for

Saiki K

Death Note

Soul Eater (?)

Torchwood (yippee)

JJK

Naruto (only for the Konoha 13 and Kakashi tho since I’m still on like S7😭)

Good Omens

Things I will not write

Smut of any kind. The farthest I’ll go is suggestive language or possibly making out but that’s it

Characters that I don’t know

Ships (I mainly write x reader so I’m really bad at ships)

Things I will gladly write

Angst

Fluff

Father figure!Jack Harkness

Dad!Ineffable Husbands

Headcannons

Crackships or crackfic (it hides my bad writing skills)

Lmk what you want!

[sydthevelociraptor]

Dollhouse for the Dead (pt6)

Mahito x transfigured!human reader

Warnings: Mahito, loosely based off of an oc but it’s not, Yuji’s attracted to you, Mahito’s slowly losing his shit over you, LANGUAGE, had to post this on my phone😭

Gonna stir the pot by adding Nanami to the mix hehehe (don’t worry he won’t get in the way too much hehehehe) Next part out at 10 likes -S

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In another tunnel, Yuji found you, the other curse, standing there with a long, red sword.

”You’re younger than what Mahito told me you sorcerers were like,” you said, walking towards him, swaying your hips.

Yuji’s brain froze on sight. He’d seen countless curses, but never one that looked like an actual person other than patchface, let alone an attractive one. He tried to fight back, but your hips, your chest, your backside; it was too much for him.

”Whats wrong, kid?”

”Don’t- don’t say it like that!” Yuji was freaking out at this point. You didn’t know that Yuji Itadori had a type for ‘tall women with big asses’ (as he said in his own words).

You went for the kill, but Itadori managed to hold it together for long enough to punch you right through the right side of your face. No cursed energy, but pure blunt force. The shock of it left you screaming. You felt the hole in your face as more cracks started branching out from the wreckage. Your right eye was gone, and the entire area had been shattered. Yuji stared in horror at what he’s done. Sure you were a curse, but making you live with this pain instead of exorcising you felt like a weight on his soul.

Meanwhile, Nanami fought Mahito in a nearby tunnel when the piercing scream cut through the air like glass. Mahito knew that voice. That was his doll, his perfect doll. He went running, still keeping up his game. In reality, he was feeling something he never had before- worry. When he found you, the first thing he noticed was the missing part of your face. Nanami ran after him, about to strike him down while he was off guard, but then he noticed you. You weren’t fighting back, you were scared. You both locked eyes, just for a second, but it was enough for Nanami to question himself. Both sorcerers ended up retreating after the risk got too high.

Mahito desperately tried to fix you seconds later. However, since the damage wasn’t done through means of cursed energy, there was something keeping him from fixing you. Maybe it was that, or he was too stressed to focus. His perfect doll was ruined, and he knew who to blame.

Later, the two of you sat together, legs dangling off of the edge of the concrete. While he talked about how fun that fight was, you thought about the mysterious blonde sorcerer that you locked eyes with. You thought he was… attractive? Handsome? That’s wrong though. He’s a sorcerer, he would try to kill you if he had the chance, but he didn't.

”Hey, Mahito?”

He perked up.

”That man. The blonde one. He was kind of handsome, is that bad?”

Mahito looked at you with the same sadistic grin he gave Nanami earlier.

”That's a human? How could you ever find that attractive?” You tried to explain yourself, but he grabbed your face before you could react.

”Listen to me. You’re mine, you got that? I'm the one that keeps you safe. That sorcerer? He’d kill you the first chance he got. He doesn’t understand you like I do.” Mahito only stopped once he noticed the fear on your face and the cracks from your previous injury growing. Suddenly, it's like all anger was drained from him.

He held you in his arms as if nothing happened. “Shhh, it's okay. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just needed to remind you that he's not a good man. I just want to keep you safe.” The worst part about all of this? You believed him.

[sydthevelociraptor]

Dollhouse for the Dead (pt5)

Mahito x transfigured human!reader

Warnings: Mahito, loosely based off of an oc but it’s not

Bit short again so next part will go out at 8 likes (also just went to Fan Fusion in Phoenix and met Adam McArthur and he said he was gonna shake me because I was in Mahito cosplay😭) -S

Jujutsu High found the sorcerer’s body, or what was left of it hours later. Shoko came to the conclusion that idle transfiguration was involved. She concluded that it was the same curse that Yuji Itadori and Kento Nanami had fought recently. While he had no known name, the curse was referred to as either “patchwork” or “the patchwork curse”.

Still, this was serious. Not many curses can take out a first grade sorcerer and get away unscathed. They held a meeting consisting of Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori, Kento Nanami, Shoko Ieiri, and Utahime Iori. However, Itadori was only there because he witnessed this curse first hand.

”This is the same curse that killed Junpei, it has to be,” Yuji stated.

”If we are dealing with the patchwork curse, I think Itadori and I should go in alone. We’ve both already seen what it can do, and what it’s capable of,” Nanami added.

Then Gojo spoke up. ”If this is the same curse that the both of you fought, then why were their broken shards on the ground?”

Shoko held up one of the shards. “This is definitely from a cursed spirit. Not exactly sure how we managed to get this much, but whatever this came from is fragile.”

It all tied together; three sources of cursed energy, the shards, the dead sorcerer. There was only one conclusion- the patchwork faced curse wasn’t alone.

Nanami and Yuji were assigned to go back down to the sewers and find the two curses. The patchface was at least known to be a special grade, but the other was unknown. After a while of searching, the two split up, hoping to cover more ground.

Deep in the tunnels, Mahito let go of you.

”Oh, this should be fun.”

Nanami walked alone along the side of the river, ready for an attack. He heard footsteps behind him followed by slow clapping.

”So… back for more?”

[sydthevelociraptor]

Dollhouse for the Dead (pt4)

Mahito x transfigured human!reader

Warnings: Mahito, manipulation, loosely based off of my oc but it's not trust

Not as short as the others so the next one will be posted at 10 likes -S

“Just when I thought my night couldn't get worse,” a man said, pacing towards you. You had always thought that humans couldn’t see you, so why was this man the exception? The man was wearing a dark uniform with round buttons. You realized now that these were people you had seen before on these same streets. You remembered the train you would take to work. You remembered that you were human.

”Please sir, im just passing by-“

”And it talks,” the man said, raising a blade you could sense was embedded with cursed energy. You managed to dodge the first attack, but the blade shattered your arm within a second. You fell to the floor, shaking in fear. You were human, so why was he attacking you? Couldn’t he see it?

He raised his blade one last time to take the final blow. You were begging at this point.

”Please! Please I didn't do anything wrong! I'm a human! I swear!”

Suddenly, as the blade was about to strike, a familiar face appeared from the shadows.

”Well if this isn’t a surprise. You know doll, I told you you shouldn’t go on your own,” Mahito said, smiling. That was, until he noticed your arm.

”Y-You’re here too?! Y-You’re the one that Nanami-“

Before he could finish his statement, Mahito went from just having fun to transfiguring the man until he was nothing but a mess on the floor. You had never seen this side of him before, not to this extent.

As if nothing happened at all, he turned to you with the same calm smile on his face.

”Well, that will need to be fixed. Look what he did to you! He ruined my perfect doll,” he said, picking you up and carrying you.

”H-He hurt me… He tried to kill me even though I’m human,” you said, still shaking from what happened. This statement caused Mahito to pause.

”Well that’s a problem. You're not supposed to know that.”

By the time you made it to the sewers and he set you down, he had enough time to think about what to do about this. He figured he would transfigure you once more to be perfect, but what if you remembered again? That wouldn't work. And he would need to warn you about sorcerers. He figured he might as well just start over with you while leaving a few things in place. Yeah, that was a good idea.

You woke up later to your arm fixed and Mahito laying in his hammock. You sat there silently for a second before he spoke.

”How do you feel?” He turned to you, proud of his work.

”Better, but I'm not exactly sure what happened,” you replied.

”Blunt force trauma. Might leave you a bit fuzzy. I'm just glad you remember me,” he said, placing his feet on the ground and walking over to you.

”Dont worry,” he placed a kiss to your forehead. “I would never let anything happen to you.”

[sydthevelociraptor]

Dollhouse for the Dead (pt 3)

Mahito x transfigured human!reader

Warnings: Mahito, manipulation, loosely based off of my oc again but made an x reader

Again kinda short😬 (also forgot to post earlier mb)

You know the drill, posting next chapter at 7 likes! -S

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You woke up to Mahito shaking you awake with a smile on his face.

”Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up,” is all you heard before he shook the hammock so hard that you fell. A small crack sprouted on your shoulder, but he didn't notice- he was too excited.

A few hours later, you and Mahito had both entered Dagon’s domain. From where you stood you saw a volcano looking ahh, a white tree like being, a red creature with a white hood, and a man with long black hair and stitches across his forehead laying in a beach chair.

”Hey guys! Guess what? I brought a friend!” The ugly ahh volcano looking fetus and the dark haired man look at the both of you. 

“Mahito, what a nice surprise,” the man said. He was off, like he was wearing another man’s face. While unsure of trusting him, you still said hello. 

“Why would you bring one of your humans to the domain? What if she runs?” Mahito just laughed at the Mike Wizowski Mt. Fuji lovechild and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

”Jogo, she's a friend! I made her myself!” Jogo stared blankly before walking off, mumbling something. Mahito proceeded to take off his oversized shirt and run into the crystal blue water. His toned abs glistened as he ran, leaving you speechless. His long hair got a bit wet, making you feel confusing warmth in your almost hollow chest.

”Come on! Let’s play mermaids,” he yelled from the water. Since you weren’t exactly bound by human standards, you weren’t afraid to remove your dress and run into the water. Your smooth porcelain figure didn’t require such covering. After all, Mahito did it, and what he does is okay.

When it was evening on Earth, you decided to go for a walk on your own on the streets of Tokyo. They had felt familiar, but not enough to remember anything important. Of course, no regular person could see you, but Mahito never warned you about sorcerers. So when you were stopped on the street by a man yelling, you didn’t know what to expect.

”Just when I thought my night couldn't get worse.”

[sydthevelociraptor]

Dollhouse for the Dead (pt 2)

Mahito x transfigured human!reader

Warnings: Mahito, sadistic behavior, manipulation, loosely based off my oc but made as x reader

Sorry it’s short (not proofread)

Posting part three at 5 likes since this one was fairly short -S

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You didn’t wake up in your apartment, not that you remembered having one in the first place. You woke up in the sewers. A man knelt in front of you. While he wasn’t conventionally attractive, his pale blue hair over one shoulder and the stitches over his face made him unique.

You have been made to be unique yourself. Mahito made sure of that. Your curse form was much more exaggerated than your human form. Your curves had become more defined and more feminine, and he swapped out your shirt and pants for a long white dress with slits on the sides. Something of this much beauty was unusual for one of Mahito’s creations. One of his most recent was Junpei Yoshino, who he transfigured into an animalistic platypus like being. You however, were important. He’d studied you, learned every inch of you, and created you to be his. The one problem was how fragile you were. Being almost like a doll left you extremely breakable and one small injury could shatter you. But still, you were the first human of his to stay alive after being transformed, and that made you his favorite.

You didn't know any of this of course. That was the beauty of it. You woke up assuming this was always your existence.

Mahito quickly introduced himself and you both wandered the sewers for a few hours. You quickly adjusted to your body, which you had assumed you had always had. He explained that humans weren’t good, and that they would try to hurt you any way they could. He told you that only he would keep you safe- well, he and his associates.

The day ended with Mahito showing you his hammock, and sat nearby as he lay down with his arms resting behind his head comfortably. He patted the spot next to him.

”Here, there’s room,” he said. You stood up from where you were sitting, your white dress flowing with you as if you were a figment of his imagination. You lay next to him, laying an arm over him. His voice was full of content and dripping with sadistic manipulation.

”Tomorrow I’ll introduce you to the others. We all gather in Dagon’s domain. It’s beautiful there- you’ll fit in perfectly.” You believed him. After all, who else was there for you?

[sydthevelociraptor]

y'all I kinda need this fic

Okay so imagine being Bucky’s sister who managed to live through the decades and also having as much trauma as your brother, so some nights when it gets rough the two of you will get out of bed, walk together to Steve’s room not saying anything, and just cling to him while he’s between you two until you can sleep again AHHH I NEED THIS I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO WRITE IT

[sydthevelociraptor]

The Way To A Man’s Heart is Through His Stomach (pt 2)

Kusuo Saiki x reader (platonic), fluff, lil angst

Warnings: none, probably very ooc (not proofread)

Pink text = Saiki’s thoughts/inner monologue

Saiki had gone home that day quieter than usual. Even his parents were worried. Not only had he lost the best coffee jelly in his life, but he also had lost a friend, if he could admit that. He thought about seeing you around campus, always looking around to make sure he wasn’t there before thinking about anything. He could still hear your thoughts when you were in his radius, but it was all the same now. It was all about him and what happened. He could’ve used his powers to do something about it, but the guilt got to him, and he refused to erase what he did.

This was all very out of character for a person like Saiki. He missed you, but he would rather die than admit it. He wanted to go to your house again and eat coffee jelly, but that would never happen again. He wondered if you told your mom about all of this. Hopefully you knew not to. If she didn’t know, then maybe he could stop by her cafe and get some desserts.

So that's what he did. After school he made sure you were going straight home before visiting your mom. When he got to her cafe, he ordered a coffee jelly, but he couldn’t escape the small talk.

”You know she hasn’t talked about you in a while,” your mom said, but Saiki could hear everything in her head. I’m so worried about her. She stays in her room all day and only ever comes out to eat. Should I give her friend some of the things she’s made as an apology? That last part hurt him. It wasn’t your fault. You trusted him, and look where that got you.

He left with his coffee jellies since he sensed you walking by. He didn't want you to see him. That would just be awkward for both of you.

When he got home, he avoided his parents and immediately went to his room. While his parents weren't psychics, they could tell something had been wrong lately. Neither of them remembered what they said that night at dinner when you were there, but Saiki did. He wanted to text you and apologize, which wasn’t like him at all. He started to draft one.

Hey, it’s me. I just wanted to apologize for what happened over dinner a few weeks ago.

He set his phone down, thinking he didn’t send it. However, it managed to send, and went through immediately. You were also laying in bed when you got it. He only realized he sent it once he heard your thoughts about it. I don’t want to talk to Saiki right now. You texted him back anyway.

It’s fine.

You had hoped he'd leave you alone after that. When he had gone down for dinner, his parents asked him what was wrong.

”Kusuo, you’re quieter than usual.” He ignored his mother, hoping she’d quit it. They had both noticed that the two of you don’t walk together anymore. Since they assumed you were dating, they also assumed you broke up.

We’re just taking a break. He said, hoping they would stop, but they’re thoughts said otherwise. Poor Kusuo. He found his perfect match and now she’s gone. He was getting sick of it. All they thought about was his supposed ‘girlfriend’ who in reality was just a nice girl who gave him coffee jellies every day.

”Well Kusuo, there is that event coming up at your school. You could talk to her then,” his dad said. Right. The dance that Hairo somehow planned. I wasn’t planning on going, but she once mentioned her panic attacks and how her friends are making her go. I was planning on going with her in order to keep Teruhashi away, but it’s not a bad plan to try to make it up to her.

Days before the dance, everybody was trying to get a date. Boys were surrounding Teruhashi, begging her to go with them. However, she wanted Saiki to be her date. He managed to hide from her long enough to find you. You were sitting alone fiddling with a leaf. He planned to walk over to you, try to explain himself, and create small talk by asking to go as friends. As he started his stride however, a problem arose.

The problem was that Kaidou had walked over to you and sat down. Saiki could hear his thoughts. I haven’t seen her with Saiki in a few weeks so now maybe I can ask her to the dance. Just imagine, maybe after she’ll fall in love with me and we can fight the dark reunion together! A look of disgust washed over Saiki’s face. That’s a bit dramatic, Kaidou.

”So, maybe you’d wanna go to the dance with me?” Kaidou asked you. Well, there goes my shot of avoiding Teruhashi. I might just go alone then. Even though I wasn’t planning on going, it could be fun.

When the night eventually came, Kaidou had shown up at your door with flowers. He was planning on saying something really cool and manly like “Hello my sweet” or “Are you ready, my darling princess”. However, it came out more like…

”Hey… uh… you ready?” His voice cracked as he spoke. You laughed and nodded.

Meanwhile, Saiki was wearing a very basic outfit: a white button down and dark pants. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone. He was only going because he had nothing else better to do… except read… or play old video games… or eat coffee jelly-… never mind. He didn’t want to admit that he wanted to fix your friendship. Ever since your fight he hasn’t intentionally used his powers on you once, meaning he didn’t know the truth. You also wanted to be friends again, but you were too prideful to let this end so soon.

That night, you walked in with Kaidou and immediately saw Saiki standing near the corner. Not staring, but watching you casually. That was, until he saw a familiar woman walking in and setting up a display of food. It was your mom, and she happened to have brought a mountain worth of the most beautiful coffee jellies he’s ever seen. He didn’t want to look conspicuous, so he ran over as fast as possible and grabbed one. You noticed him and couldn’t help but laugh. Every single one of those you had made yourself with him in mind. You wanted to touch up a bit, so you told Kaidou that you were gonna head to the bathroom. During that time, Chiyo had decided this was her time to confess to Kaidou, and once a slow dance song came on, they danced together.

You left mainly because you were on the verge of having a panic attack. Situations like this were hard on you, and you needed a break. After you hadn’t come back for a while, Saiki decided to go find you. While he pretended like he didn’t care, you had made him coffee jellies, and now you were crying. He found you by the bathroom on the floor trying to even out your breathing before it got worse. He sat down next to you and you held onto him.

”I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” is all you kept saying. He stayed silent, but honestly because he had no idea what to do. He could sense Teruhashi coming, and took on his female form so she wouldn’t recognize him.

”S-Since when could you do that?” you asked through your breaths. He stayed silent as she walked by, not doing anything to help thinking you were just two girls that got stood up. When she left, he turned back and finally said something. I was hoping you would give me the chance to explain myself. I’m sorry I read your thoughts without asking, but I do that to everyone. You might just be the closest friend I have. You laughed.

”Liar. You just like me for my desserts.” That was the first time you had ever seen Saiki smile. Like… ever. Actually! Then, you had a thought.

“So… what else can you do?”

As he explained his powers as quickly as possible, you asked him what Kaidou was doing. Crap she’s gonna freak out if I tell her he’s with another girl. He told you that he was dancing with Chiyo to a slow song, but you didn’t mind. You told him that you honestly only accepted because you didn’t want to go alone. The two of you sat there for a bit before the slow song got a bit louder.

”You hear that? It’s getting louder,” you stated. No, it’s not. He narrated to the audience. I’m using my psychic powers to make it sound louder in her head. I didn’t read her mind, but she had that look that said she wanted to join back but she wasn’t ready. I never wanted to dance with a girl, but if it makes her happy, I’ll do it. He took your hand and attempted to slow dance with you. You stepped on his feet… twice, but he tolerated it. He was glad you were back and that you two had made up. 

Then, you two had snuck out with some coffee jellies, eating them on a bench outside the school. Little did he know that his parents were watching from afar, glad to see their son happy. He could sense them, and though embarrassed, did nothing. Tonight was a good night.

[sydthevelociraptor]

Not Your Fault (Pt. 1)

dad!Crowley x teen!reader (platonic), angst, some fluff

Warnings: alcoholism, attempted 💀, Crowley is lowkey rude to you but he’s going through something (don’t jump me this all just came to me), not proofread

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Crowley’s apartment was never lived in much. He never even really had much furniture there. After Aziraphale left however, he added a nice large bed for you. The blankets were arranged in a way that you could sleep on them in your snake form, which you preferred these days. Crowley never slept much either. He would either stay up drinking or go for drives in the Bentley and come back twenty four hours later.

You never used your wings anymore. You hated how pure they were. You never went to the bookshop anymore. Crowley didn’t let you. You usually wouldn’t even leave your room. No… that wasn’t true. You came out to take care of your dad. You would try to cook, clean, and support him. You honestly might’ve been taking this better than him at this point. He sat on the couch, spread out in a black robe holding a glass of something.

”Ugh… Kid, this toast is burnt,” he mumbled, throwing it onto the table. You didn't know how to use the toaster, but you were trying. He was like this a lot lately, but you didn't mind. He was just as stressed as you, if not more, and you wanted to help him. Before all of this, he was cocky, loud, and gay as hell; he would strut around in tight jeans and wear sunglasses because he was cool; he was a demon, and he was your dad. Now, he’s quiet, distant, and still gay as hell, only it hurts now. He doesn’t wear sunglasses to look cool, but so nobody sees him cry. He gave up hell to be on ‘his’ side. Look where that got him.

”Sorry, dad. Still don’t know how to use the toaster yet,” you replied. He hasn’t cooked in weeks, and you worried that he might need something.

”Ugh. Can’t even use a toaster. Stupid kid.” He said stuff like that a lot these days.

”Well, dad. You took me out of school. Should explain something.”

”Can you go somewhere else, kid? You’re giving me a headache. Don’t you have friends or something you can go be with?”

“Dad I-“

”Just shut up! Your stupid voice is giving me a headache!”

”Dad, I know you miss him. I do too, but-“

”You don’t have the right to miss him! He was never like this before you showed up! Back then it was all bookshops and hot chocolate! Now, you exist and suddenly Angel leaves for Heaven!”

”Dad… you can’t be serious-“

”Maybe he wouldn’t have left if you didn’t exist, you stupid vermin!” He didn’t have to double take what he said. The minute it came out of his mouth he regretted it. You retreated to your room, not letting yourself cry until the door closed behind you. Crowley regretted it, but was too prideful to apologize yet. So he returned to his spot on the couch, drinking his whiskey and thinking about his angel.

The next morning, he expected to see you. He didn’t. He figured that you were just being stubborn, but you were never that stubborn. He thought that today would be a good day to go out, so he got up and put on some actual clothes. As he was leaving, he could hear you, panting followed by the sound of glass breaking. Then, he looked in the cupboard, having a horrible, horrible theory. He opened the cupboard frantically to see that the small bottle of holy water that he always kept there was gone. He ran to your room, trying to barge in the locked door.

”Kid! Please! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean what I said!” He eventually opened the door to see you in a dark room, your family picture of the three of you by the sea on the floor shattered. The glass bottle of holy water was spilled, opened, and shattered next to it. He looked up to see you, curled up on your bed. Your skin was pale and your frame was shaking on the mattress. You were crying, not from sadness, but from pain.

”I’m sorry it didn’t work.”

He ran over as quickly as he could. He held up your head to see your pale face, tear stained and red from crying. He checked your wings, which were okay. He got lucky. Since you were half angel, he assumed that’s what kept you alive. The holy water didn’t kill you, but it made you very sick. It was almost like a horrible allergic reaction.

He sat on the bed, rubbing your head as he spoke, his voice thick with worry and disbelief.

”Kid, don’t ever do that again. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You know I love you, kid.” He felt your forehead, noticing how hot it felt. He stood up.

”I need to call your father,” he said, walking towards the phone.

”He-“ you coughed. “He left us though… remember?” Crowley didn’t care. His child was sick and the only person who could do anything about it was him. The phone rang.

”I’m sorry, but the number you have tried to reach has been put out of service. To speak to a representative, press one. To-” Crowley slammed the phone down in anger. of course Heaven would cancel the number. There was only one thing he could do at this point, and that was to try to ask Muriel to get to him.

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”Hello, Mr. Crowley,” Muriel said cheerfully to the demon in front of them. Crowley looked genuinely worried now. It had been one night since you had gotten sick and nothing was getting better.

”Look Muriel. Have you seen Angel in heaven lately?” He asked.

”Yes! He’s been very busy!” They responded.

”Can you talk to him for me?” Crowley asked.

“W-… What's up?” they asked. Crowley sighed before opening the door to your room. You were asleep, but you were looking worse than ever.

”Oh… your daughter…”

”She drank holy water after I… never mind. Just please… get Angel down here…”

[sydthevelociraptor]

Holy crap, I didn’t expect people to actually enjoy my work!

Since my Saiki fic is doing the best so far, should I post part two?

yes

no

Voting ended onMar 22

[sydthevelociraptor]

Saiki K characters x reader headcannons

Note: These are just my opinion. I haven’t watched the full show yet, so sorry if anything is wrong. I will change it as need be once time goes on.

(had a panic attack so I wrote Saiki headcannons yayyy)

Kusuo Saiki

He's not the most affectionate boyfriend. If anything you sometimes wonder if he even likes you

However, he does have his moments. He’ll fall asleep cuddled on you, let you play with his hair (not around his antennae tho), etc. Just give him a coffee jelly and his cold demeanor vanishes

Speaking of which, this boy has a sweet tooth. It’s literally canon. So a lot of your dates consist of getting something sweet or maybe even baking on rare occasions.

Saiki’s not much of a talker, but if he had a pet name for you, it would probably be something like love or honey like he’s a thirty year old accountant.

He won’t constantly read your mind if you don’t want him to, but he does just enough to know everything you like and if something is wrong. He’s also very serious about never letting you remove his glasses or antennae. He doesn’t want you getting hurt.

You’ve never kissed. He’s just not like that. He will hold your hand and (on rare occasions) kiss your forehead or cheek though.

His parents love you. Need I say more.

Riki Nendou

Nendou is a very sweet boyfriend. He’s not afraid to show how much he loves you.

He is very self-sufficient because of how much his mom works. I’m telling you that this boy can cook, clean, and fulfill other household duties if you aren’t feeling like it.

You go with him to visit his dad’s grave, and his mom loves you.

He probably just calls you baby or babe but doll sometimes and your dates consist of going to ramen bars. He always ends up inviting someone to tag along though (you don't mind)

He’s really sweet with kids so everytime he’s with one you get baby fever (obviously not for long since you’re both so young)

He’s very tall and muscular, which you love, so he’ll act as a sort of boyfriend bodyguard in public.

And what does he do while you're shopping? He carries your bags of course! He’s not insecure and isn’t afraid to appear ‘feminine’ or ‘girly’ just because he carried some shopping bags.

Shun Kaidou

Kaidou is the kind of boyfriend who will act tough in public, but scream “KILL IT KILL IT” if there’s a spider. Also he probably calls you princess or something like that. I'M SORRY.

His ego boosts every time you ask him about Jet-Black Wings or if he can take off his bandages on his hands.

He gets embarrassed when you watch him try anything athletic, but you secretly think it’s really cute.

Unlike Nendou, this boy CANNOT COOK TO SAVE HIS LIFE. DO NOT LET HIM ANYWHERE NEAR THE KITCHEN.

When you met his mom, he had to warn you about how she feels about academics, but she tolerates you.

He hides his spicy magazines from both you and his mom now, but you know about them.

Overall he’s a very delusional and awkward boy who can’t lift to save his life, but you love his dorky ahh anyway.

Kineshi Hairo

Hairo is a walking green flag, we all know this.

He loves going for dates to the tennis club, but he’ll do anything you want if you aren’t a tennis person.

I think he would also carry your bags while you shop. Not only is it nice, but it's a good workout.

But sadly, not everything about him is great. For example, he can’t cook.

Let’s be honest, he’s probably biased on your opinion in class discussions since he’s the representative

He’s a very protective boyfriend and teaches you safety drills for when you don’t have him.

Overall I think he’s a total green flag and the perfect boyfriend.

Reita Toritsuka

Let’s be honest, you’re dating a pervert.

Toritsuka is the type of person to have no idea how to have a girlfriend. His pet name for you is most likely babe or baby but in a creepy way.

He has to ask your guardian spirit what you like and how to flirt.

If you have a dead idol, he’ll let them take over for a bit so you can hang out with them.

He probably steals your clothes. I’m not gonna sugarcoat this. He also likes when you buy clothes for him and show him all of them.

Like Kaidou, you know about his magazines, but he doesn’t hide them. He doesn’t need to.

Although not everything about Toritsuka is bad. He’s sweet when he wants to be and knows how to treat a woman (sort of), but he’ll try really hard to keep you.

Kusuke Saiki

Kusuke (I’m referring to him by his first name to avoid confusion) is the kind of boyfriend to show you off, especially to his family.

He calls his family to brag to Kusuo about you, but he doesn’t care.

Idc what you all say Kusuke watches Doctor Who and his favorite character is the Master I MEAN COME ON HIS CLOTHES LOOK LIKE TIME LORD ROBES. You definitely watch British television with him though.

If you’re in school in any way, he doesn’t mind helping you. He is a genius after all.

He has an inferiority complex and always feels like he needs to prove something to you. I’m telling you this boy would give you the most unbelievable things for a head pat or a kiss.

He would definitely give you a pet name like darling or love after living in the UK for long enough.

Overall he just needs a hug and kiss from you and he’ll feel content.

Metori Saiko

Let’s be so real this guy probably doesn’t like you, If he DOES THOUGH HE WILL TREAT YOU LIKE A QUEEN I DON’T MAKE THE RULES

He will buy you whatever you want, whenever you want. He will take on a month long trip to Italy if you mentioned it ONCE.

However, he mistakes money for affection, so it's not all fun and games with him.

The first time you see his house you’re scared to touch EVERYTHING, but eventually you get used to it. Also you and his butler have to tell him to stop bathing in money.

You’re one of the first people (other than Nendou) to make him realize that money isn’t everything.

Your dates are extravagant. If he likes you a lot, he’ll focus entirely on you. If not, he’ll probably be on his phone or something.

Sometimes he wonders if you only like him for his money, but other times he thinks he pulled an absolute queen with his money, so either way he thinks it’s because he’s rich.

[sydthevelociraptor]

I Love You. Can You Say It Back?

Rock Lee x reader, angst, fluff

Warnings: blood, minor suggestive language, a bit ooc (not proofread)

You love Lee, but he loves Sakura. So when your lives are on the line, who will he choose?

You’ve known Lee for what feels like years. The two of you trained together constantly, ate ramen together, and he even let you fall asleep on his shoulder after training. Neither of you would have traded this for the world. However, you held a lot from him.

Your secret was that you loved him, more than anything. You saw past his insecurities. You thought he was the most handsome, strongest person you know. The one problem was that he liked someone else, Sakura Haruno. You didn’t mind her. The two of you were almost friends. However, you hated the way she treated Lee- calling him ugly when they first met. You thought he was the most beautiful person in the whole village. You would’ve done anything to tell him how much you loved him, but you wouldn’t be able to build up the courage to tell him.

Of course, the two of you had your moments. One time while sparring with him you managed to pin him to the ground, causing him to blush like crazy. You thought maybe that meant something, until he saw team 7, therefore Sakura, walking towards the field. He immediately told you to get up and ran over to her, attempting to win her over. She had no feelings for him, so why does she get all of his attention?

Another time was during the chunin exams and you got pretty beat up in your fight. He carried you home bridal style and sat by your bed until you fell asleep. You hoped that maybe something would compel him to lay down next to you, but he never did. He did however bring up Sakura’s fight and how brave she was. You always wondered if you were just holding him back from her.

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The mission sounded simple at first. It was team 7, team Guy, and your team chasing down some rogue ninja that had attacked the village recently. You got to be with Lee, and he got to be with Sakura, and Sakura always got to be with Sasuke. At least it meant a whole couple days with Lee.

The mission went smoothly until you actually found the group of ninja. You were holding up just fine until a rogue much larger than you with a very long sword managed to catch you off guard and stab you right through your back out your chest. You fell into the dirt, coughing up blood violently. The thick red liquid coated the skin under your lips and where the wound was on the ground. Your vision became foggy and there was a painful ringing in your ears. You saw a flash of green run towards you. Finally, you came first.

You didn't. He didn’t even notice you. He ran past you towards Sakura, who had gotten cut in the arm. The moment felt slow, like your brain wanted you to realize where you stood. You could hear him frantically trying to get a medic to her. You wondered if he would even care if you died right there. Your heart beating in your ears became unbearable. It hurt so bad, but not as much as what you had just seen. You managed to lay on your back, hoping that someone would see you spread out and help. Nobody came. Nobody would find you. The last thing you saw before passing out was a blur of green carrying a blur of pink.

You had passed out only minutes before Neji luckily managed to find you in the bushes using his byakugan. While your team had already left, Guy knew you were close with Lee, and cared for you like one of his students, therefore sending Neji to find you. He saw the mess and immediately thought about Lee. He saw Lee run to Sakura. Does this mean he didn’t see you? Neji usually tolerated Lee, but this made him furious. He asked a nearby ninja where Sakura had gone, hoping it was a worse injury than yours. That would explain Lee’s sudden moves. The medic just told him her arm was messed up and she was taken to the hospital. Hearing this news caused Neji’s anger to go from one to ten in a span of seconds. He couldn’t lift you on his own, so he asked someone to help. That someone was none other than Guy himself. He didn’t tell Guy what had happened knowing that if he brought it up to Lee he would kill himself trying to make up for it.

You woke up in the hospital with Neji by your bed. The pain slowly flooded back in, but Neji was relieved to see you alive.

”W-where’s Lee?” You asked him. Neji shook his head, tightening his fists.

”He’s with Sakura right now.” A look of disappointment washed over you. Oh. That makes sense. You tried to sit up, but Neji pushed you back down, insisting you needed more rest.

Almost as soon as he did that, Lee came to see you.

”I heard from Guy Sensei what happened! Are you okay?” he asked. Neji stood up, fury from everything going on growing.

”She’s not okay. Leave.” Lee didn’t know why Neji was so angry. He left, maybe thinking he was just stressed over you. At least Sakura was getting released, right? He told himself to think about her. After all, he's supposed to like her, right? He’s not supposed to like you, but… what if he does?

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You wanted to get back to walking. You really wanted to. Neji refused to help, saying that if you got up you’d pass out again. He was sweet in his own way- bringing you food and water and talking to you. He kept people out while you were sleeping. You started to catch feelings for the boy. You were glad that he stayed with you. You hoped that maybe he liked you too because then you didn’t have to wonder if this was all an obligation for him.

Lee however, did like you for certain. He knew by now what he felt. He wanted to know why you were in the hospital. He tried finding you after the fight, but you were in the bushes and the only reason Neji found you was through his byakugan. He asked Guy, but even he didn’t have answers. The stress made him train harder than ever. It worried everyone, especially when he said your name like a vow every single second of his workout. Sometimes Sakura would have to tell him to stop and rest because Naruto told her that he’d listen to her.

Once he noticed Neji leaving the hospital around nine or ten pm, he climbed a nearby tree and opened your window, climbing into the room. You were sleeping, but your medical report was hanging off of the bed. What he read shocked him and hurt him.

Stab wound through chest most likely caused by sword

Was assumed to have been coughing up blood

Found passed out

No vital organs damaged

Notes: Do not let Rock Lee into her room.

The last bit was in Neji’s handwriting. He'd recognize it anywhere. When did all of this happen? Was it during the fight? Did he miss you? The only person he saw hurt among the action was-

Oh my goodness.

He saw a figure laying on the ground when he was running to save Sakura. Was that you? Lee fell to the floor in panic. He left you to die so he could impress a girl, and now you’re in the hospital. He broke down. This was all his fault.

The sound of the crying woke you up.

”Lee?”

He gripped the side of your bed and looked up at you. He saw the scabs from where you fell on the ground. He saw the way you couldn’t even sit up straight.

”L-Let me see,” he managed to get out. You lifted your shirt just enough for him to see the wound. He thought he was about to vomit and pass out. This was his fault. He thought about what he could’ve done. He could’ve seen you first, he could’ve at least carried you next to Sakura so he could take care of you both. But he didn’t. He didn’t and now he can’t even see you.

”It’s not your fault Lee. I know how much you like Sakura,” you said, coughing. You hadn’t said that much in at least a few days. The coughing startled the young boy. He handed you some water, helping you as you drank.

”It is. I’m sorry I didn’t see you. I didn’t realize what was on the line when I went to save her.”

You put a hand to his cheek, smiling at him. His face instantly warmed up at your touch and allowed himself to sink into it. He thought that maybe this would be it. He’d admit what he’s been thinking. Maybe he would even try to kiss you, if you let him.

”Lee, you’re my best friend. So I don’t want you to take this the wrong way or find it weird,” you warned him.

”What is it?” He asked. He imagined you telling him that you wanted to be more than friends- that when you sleep on his shoulder it would mean something. You sighed and smiled at him.

”Okay. I really like Neji, and he’s your teammate so maybe you could help me ask him out?” Lee’s thoughts shattered. You… like Neji. You like the one that saved you, not the one who left you to die. You like the one who sat by your bed and talked to you about anything other than another girl.

He wondered how long this had been going on for. Maybe you have always liked Neji. He remembered one time seeing you get up to talk to Guy Sensei. He noticed Guy laugh and put an arm around you while you blushed and told him to be quieter. He always wondered what the two of you were talking about, but now he knew. It was about Neji, it had to be.

He hated when you let go of his face. He wanted to tell you everything at that moment. He wanted to buy you flowers and walk with you to the field where he trains. He wanted to one day have the honor of being the one you choose.

He didn’t realize how fast morning came. You had been asleep for hours, but he hadn’t left. Neji would be coming soon. He couldn’t let himself be seen. He left through the window where he came in, wishing he could do more. He didn’t want to train immediately. Instead, he went to find Guy. He wanted to know what the two of you were talking about.

He asked Guy, who only laughed and put a hand on Lee’s shoulder.

”I’m surprised it hasn't gotten to you yet. When I told Kakashi I assumed his students would find out and tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Lee asked.

”That she likes you,” Guy said.

It all made sense now. Nobody ever said anything, but Lee could tell something was weird. Sakura would back off when she saw you two together, but he would run to her. She would always give up her seat to you so you could sit next to him. He was the one that made it weird.

The next time he saw you was while you were learning to walk again. He ran to you as you were about to fall. Since a few months ago he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. He always talked about you and whispered your name while training.

”Thanks Lee,” you said, regaining your balance. He stood behind you just in case you fell again. He was going to tell you everything.

”I have something to tell you,” he said nervously. You perked up.

”What’s up?”

He sighed. “I like you- no, I love you! I want to be the one to save you! I want to be the one who wins your heart, not Neji!”

You were surprised. Lee liked Sakura, right? He’s never had feelings for you, right? Otherwise he wouldn’t have left you. Lucky for him, Neji likes Tenten, and you were fine with that. You snapped out of his when you saw Lee blushing.

”I was wondering… if we could, you know… try kissing?” You laughed at how flustered he was and tried to stand tall enough to reach his mouth. However, you lost balance and stumbled. Lee caught you in his arms luckily. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

The kiss was awkward, messy. You were both so new to it that neither of you had any clue what you were doing. When you both pulled away, you were redder than the sun setting behind you.

”I’ll walk you back inside,” he said, still carrying you. He set you on your bed and pulled the blanket over you. He was about to leave, but you had an idea.

”Lee?”

”Yes, my love?”

You patted the bed next to you, hoping he’d lay down. He ran back to you, wrapping his arms around you as you both fell asleep. And when the sun rose, he got up once more. Not just to train, but to train for you.

(AHHHH I LOVE LEE SM)