Neva Lied Izuku Really My Last Reason

WE ARE FUCKED

Maybe I'm just looking into things a little bit too much.But what I've seen on TikTok and tumbler is a lot of white leftists apparently are the most morally correct people on this earth? It baffles me how many people shape their political views about Kamala Harris from seeing white people dislike her. I saw a video on TikTok of this white man telling black people! African Americans that they shouldn't vote for Kamala Harris cause she put it black people in jail?? Which is the most stupidest thing I've ever heard because I'm pretty sure her job as a prosecutor is to put people in trial. But what was crazy about that?Is that I went to the comments section and it was full of people agreeing , saying that the "BLM protest must have been for nothing because THEY want to put a cop in presidecy"

Like I must be crazy The Donald Trump gave the deaf penalty he signed off a group of black men who were falsely accused of RAPING SOMEONE The death penalty, I'm pretty sure he did that. It's actually a photo of him smiling with that same paper with him signing off. The death penalty for those 5 men and YES they were black, BUTTTT Kamala Harris is a terrible person because somebody with their own free will and their own money wanted to buy marijuana....they got caught and because it was a illegal they were put on trial for doing something illegal??

Like I don't support cops it all but I cannot hold Kamala responsible for your cousin going to jail for a marijuana position that they knew was a legal.I cannot hold her accountable because you did on your free will. AND yes kamala Here's maybe Zionist.Yes, because she, along with Joe Biden supported Israel.I don't support israel at all but I do know how to read a book and I do know how to read a article and I do understand history. I am understand that the United States has an alliance to Israel, no matter what America has the backup Israel Barack Obama, did Trump ,did even Reagan? And the best thing we can help in pray.For is the kamala pulls the u s out of this alliance that we have we israel because no other president has.

But back to the white people I then saw another video of this, so-called moral correct white man telling people of color people did look like me black.A woman fit if Kamala Harris doesn't check all of our boxes supporting palestiniabl GB.T and minority rights we can't vote her n, I AGREE. But where he got off track was that he was saying to vote third party because kamalo's just as bad as Trump.No, she isn't Kamala is the same thing.You'll talk, Joe Biden was the same thing.That you thought every other President was the LESSER EVIL! I mean, this man was trying to put morally correct compassive in presidency and I had to think when was the last time a President with a so-called morally correct compass became President. Oh yeah, I remember every President. Oh yeah, I remember Joe Biden was the same person you white people said was morally correct and HE FAILED!!! I'm not saying Kamala is the better option if we had Morocco Obama or michelle Obama up there?But I am saying this voting.Third party is giving your vote to Trump.Voting for 3rd party is like voting for a person you never seen before because they waltz up in a free Palestine and a pride flag pin and you rush to vote for them with no background info. THE SAME THING PEOPLE DID FOR BIDEN!? I'm telling you this NOW everybody that is a third party candidate for presidency you only see them every 4 years, you never see them any other time.

In paper bottle for every time you lit the so-called democratic primordially correct, white people tell you how to vote and you don't do no background research you only listen to what they say. Because those same people I scroll 2 videos up. I see their entire point getting debug. Kamala Yu thought here is a cop.She turned out to be a prosecutor whole made up that rumor??WHITE PEOPLE! At this point, it is not democratic or Republican. It is handmaid's tale or nothing. A blank slate everything that Kamala stands for is what democrats believe in. But Kamala stands for also probably some bad things. They republicans are sure ready to fire for. But it's only gonna take a white person to come app on a app with no background information of what they're talking about and just writing on full-fledged emotions you will believe them, and this is what's going to make America fall. This is what's going to make Project 2025 happen faster than it's already going, you don't read on your own. You listen to other people on the internet and you don't want to read, you don't want a Google search. A person in every comment section is saying so are WE... multiple people, they're saying they're basing THEIR vote off of other people...They're basing their vote off of what THEY think, other people think is morally correct.That is the same thing that's going to kill more palestinians.Think. Read.

If people do not take advantage of reading in the next few years because you do not read and you did not think about this one election, you're not gonna have a next election? If you vote for Trump, you're not going to have an option of Democrat or Republican. It is not fear-mongering and it's not a scare tactic. To get people to vote Democrat. It is real life now. The scare tactic was used for Biden. It's no more scary tactics. It's real life now. It is only one clear option. Do the same thing that you did for Biden, vote for Kamala because you just want to keep your rights.

"I only tried to kill you because I love you. Why are you making this weird?"

❤︎ Synopsis. He was sent to assassinate the strongest archangel—swift, clean, no loose ends. Instead, he found a trembling, wide-eyed crybaby who sobbed uncontrollably when she accidentally stepped on a flower… and now he’s questioning if killing her or marrying her would be the greater sin.

♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy x Esper! Angel! Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. Mission: Assassinate. Problem: She’s a Dumbass - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 5,769

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has spent millennia in the shadows, serving as the Demon King’s most lethal operative. He was a ghost in the battlefield, a legend in the underworld. No job was too brutal, no target too innocent. He was the executioner of nations, the nightmare whispered among desperate prayers.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has infiltrated kingdoms, toppled empires, and danced on the edge of war with nothing but precision and a smirk. Assassination, sabotage, psychological warfare—he was a master of them all. A being so deeply entwined in darkness that even demons feared him.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was given his final mission—hunt down an esper archangel. Not just any archangel. You. An anomaly among Heaven’s finest. One of the strongest executioners they had, yet…

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who spent months tracking you, observing you, expecting a ruthless warrior, a divine enforcer of order and justice. What he found instead was a tiny, emotional crybaby. A woman who cried over a crushed ant on the sidewalk.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had once brought ruin to an entire celestial legion without flinching, now watching—dumbfounded—as you knelt on the ground, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, cradling the lifeless body of an insect like it was a fallen comrade.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who followed you through city streets and holy sanctuaries, waiting for the moment you would switch, reveal the cold-blooded executioner the reports had spoken of. Instead, he found you screaming at a butterfly that landed on your shoulder.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had tortured kings into submission and broken minds beyond repair, now watching as you performed emergency healing magic on a pigeon with a broken wing.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought this mission would be a challenge. Instead, he was left wondering if Heaven had made a mistake. Surely, they weren’t serious. This trembling, overgrown child—this emotional wreck—was an archangel?

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had anticipated battle but was now stuck in the most ridiculous surveillance of his life. You were either the greatest con artist he had ever seen… or just an idiot.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had studied countless profiles, memorized every report, and prepared himself for battle against a cold, unyielding executioner. Instead, he was now watching you collapse to your knees in the middle of the street, hands trembling, eyes wide with unshed tears.

What happened? Assassination attempt? Divine revelation? Some kind of cosmic disturbance?

No. You just watched a little kid drop their ice cream cone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stands on the rooftop, utterly baffled as you—an archangel, a celestial executioner—wipe your tears aggressively, approach the sobbing child, and buys him a whole new ice cream while still crying harder he is.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you tear up over every single injustice in the universe, big or small. A beggar in the street? Crying. A stray dog looking hungry? Crying. Some flowers wilting in the summer heat? Crying and aggressively watering them while muttering apologies under your breath.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who starts thinking, Alright, maybe she’s just too empathetic. A weak point. That’s useful.

Then he watches you have a full-on emotional breakdown in a bookstore.

"Why?" a passing customer asks, watching you clutch a novel to your chest like it personally betrayed you.

"It's—it’s just—the main character’s so lonely," you hiccup, voice wobbly, "and the author said they’re not getting a sequel—so—so they’ll always be alone. FOREVER."

The customer backs away. The employees are scared. The cashier is scared.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides Alright, she’s emotionally weak, this will be easy.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you cradled the tiny, lifeless bug in your hands, your face contorted in absolute devastation, tears streaming down your cheeks like a busted faucet.

"I’m so sorry—!! I didn’t see you! You were so tiny! Oh no—!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stared in utter disbelief as you attempted to perform HEALING MAGIC on the poor insect. A caterpillar.

"Please, please, you were just trying to be a butterfly someday—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had tortured warlords without blinking, now watching you hyperventilate over a bug with the emotional stability of a shattered teacup.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who followed you for days, expecting—hoping—this was a one-time occurrence. It was not.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, the very next day, saw you in the middle of a park, absolutely losing your mind over a bird with an injured leg.

"OH NO—who did this to you?! WHO WOULD HURT YOU—?!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that no one had “hurt” the bird—it probably just landed wrong. But there you were, on your knees, gently wrapping its tiny leg with a glowing, ethereal light, like a medieval doctor mourning a fallen soldier.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listened in horrified fascination as you whispered encouragement to the damn pigeon.

"You’re going to be okay, I promise—just hold on, little guy, you’re so strong, you’re so brave—!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, at this point, was beginning to suspect he was being pranked by Heaven.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, a few days later, found you sitting alone in a garden, staring at the sky with glassy eyes, tears pooling and dripping down your cheeks like some kind of tragic painting.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who actually, for a split second, thought something serious might have happened. Maybe some celestial catastrophe. Maybe an apocalyptic prophecy. Maybe—

"The sun looks so lonely today."

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who felt his soul leave his body.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched you dissolve into another emotional breakdown over the sun. The actual sun.

"He’s always shining for everyone, but does anyone ever ask if he’s okay? Does anyone ever tell him he’s doing a good job?!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was now convinced that you were either the most compassionate being in existence or a cosmic mistake.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, the next week, had the misfortune of witnessing yet another crisis. This time, it was over a fucking fish.

"WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME FISH CAN DROWN?! THEY LIVE IN THE WATER—HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who genuinely considered breaking his cover just to slap some sense into you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was used to angels being cold, merciless creatures, wielding divine judgment like a blade, who knew firsthand how ruthless and terrifying they were in battle—and yet. And yet. Here you were, crying into your hands because some random goldfish didn’t get enough oxygen.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was beginning to think you were not a divine warrior but some sort of overgrown, emotionally unstable child when he caught you having a full-blown existential crisis over a dead goldfish in a pond.

"The world is cruel… Life is so fleeting… This poor soul never got to experience love…"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had never in his entire life questioned the nature of Heaven—until now.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided, after much careful observation, that he simply had to mess with you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was, at this moment, watching you tremble like a little kitten in a thunderstorm just because he greeted you.

"Oh, did I scare you? My apologies," he said smoothly, tilting his head with the perfect balance of charm and professionalism.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite knowing how skittish you were, was not expecting you to jump like you’d been struck by lightning.

"Oh! U-Uhm! No! No, not at all, haha! I was just—uh—thinking! Very deeply! I-I do that! I think! A lot!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who almost choked on his own spit.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had flawlessly assumed the guise of a wise, mature traveling angel, a divine messenger of Heaven, just to see how you would react.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was not prepared for how much of an absolute dumbass you were.

"You seem troubled, little one," he mused, tone light, gentle. "Is something the matter?"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was expecting you to be skeptical, wary, cautious—maybe even silently calculating. That’s how real executioners behaved.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, instead, watched you absolutely malfunction.

"M-Matter? Uh, no! Nope! No, I’m totally fine! Super fine! Everything’s great, haha!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that nothing in your life was ever fine because you had the emotional resilience of wet tissue paper.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, just for fun, leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

"Are you sure? You seem... tense."

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who nearly lost his composure when your entire soul left your body.

"I—I’M NOT TENSE! THIS IS JUST—JUST HOW I STAND!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who could feel your distress radiating off you like heatwaves in the desert.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite all logic, was deeply entertained.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided to test something.

"You must be busy," he said with a practiced, knowing smile. "A powerful executioner such as yourself surely has many important duties."

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you completely blanked out.

"Uhm—!! Yes!! I do!! Many—uh—important duties!! Very important! Super important!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew you were lying because not even five minutes ago you had been feeding ducks and crying because one of them didn’t like your breadcrumbs.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who let his smirk widen ever so slightly.

"Ah, of course. You must be so fearsome on the battlefield."

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who swore he saw you twitch at that.

"Uh, haha! Yes! Fearsome! That’s—uh—that’s me!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who narrowed his eyes just slightly.

"And yet," he said smoothly, "you seem so... gentle."

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had expected some flustered response, maybe more awkward stammering, but instead—

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you shut down completely.

Your whole body went rigid. Your eyes, which had been darting around in panic, lowered to the ground. Your hands, which had been fidgeting, went still.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who noticed the way you instinctively withdrew, like a turtle retreating into its shell.

"I—um. I—I try," you mumbled.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who immediately took note of the shift.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realized that, with other people, you weren’t the same emotional wreck you were when alone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, saw the difference—how you weren’t loud, or animated, or dramatic. Instead, you were reserved. Shy. Almost small.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, in that moment, realized something incredibly important.

You had no idea he had been watching you all this time.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite being an unholy monster with millennia of experience, is absolutely baffled by your sheer levels of dumbassery.

"Ah, little one, have you been well?"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as your entire body seizes up like a malfunctioning automaton.

"Uh—uhm—I—yes! No! Wait! Uhhh—"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is fascinated as you go through all five stages of grief just trying to answer a basic question.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, in real time, as your brain completely blue-screens.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides to test the limits of your dumbassery.

"You dropped your halo," he says smoothly.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is, in fact, staring directly at your perfectly intact halo floating above your head.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who almost chokes when you actually look down.

"OH NO—wait—huh—where—?! W-WAIT—"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you frantically pat your head like a person who just realized they lost their glasses while they were wearing them.

"OH—OH! HAHA! YOU—YOU MEANT AS A JOKE! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who does not laugh because he knows damn well you actually fell for it.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had to suppress the urge to pat your head and tell you to go sit in a corner so your brain could cool down.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided to change tactics.

"You seem nervous around me," he observed.

"Wh—WHAT? ME? N-NERVOUS? NO!!!" you screeched, tripping over absolutely nothing and nearly face-planting into the dirt.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who actually reached out on instinct to steady you because there was a very real chance you would break your neck from your own stupidity.

"Be careful," he murmured, steadying you with ease.

Your eyes went comically wide. Your entire body locked up. Your wings fluffed up like a startled pigeon.

"I—I—I—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched in morbid fascination as you immediately entered critical system failure.

"U-UH—I—I NEED TO GO—I HAVE TO—TO—UM—UH—" you flailed, pointing in a random direction.

"You don’t even know where you’re pointing," he deadpanned.

"YES I DO!!" you shouted, before turning and sprinting straight into a tree.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who just stood there, watching as you sat on the ground, holding your head, actually tearing up from the impact.

"Why does nature hate me..." you whimpered.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had to turn away because he was genuinely about to laugh.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has come to a very serious, very terrifying conclusion.

You weren’t just an idiot.

You were his idiot now.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has successfully manipulated archangels before—except, apparently, you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who finds you, yet again, in your usual spot: sitting in a sunlit patch of grass, surrounded by tiny animals, looking like an absolute dumbass.

"Oh no, little guy!! I’m so sorry—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, out of morbid curiosity, watches as you cradle a worm in your hands, crying.

"I didn’t see you! I—I stepped too close—!! I’m so sorry—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizes you’re literally apologizing to a worm.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listens as you frantically try to comfort the worm, your tiny wings drooping.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take you home! It’s okay—look, I’ll find some dirt!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has to look away for a second to compose himself because there is no way you’re a real person.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who finally steps closer and casually clears his throat.

You freeze.

Your wings fluff up.

Your grip on the worm tightens in panic.

"I—UHHH—"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches in slow motion as you panic so hard you accidentally crush the worm in your hands.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stands in stunned silence as you stare at your hands.

"—OH NOOOOOOOO—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now watching a supposedly infamous, deadly archangel sob over a worm murder that was entirely your fault.

"I—I DIDN’T MEAN TO—!! I’M A MONSTER—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who honestly can’t believe you’re the same person responsible for massacring entire demon battalions.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who kneels down beside you, resting his elbow on his knee, chin in his hand, as he watches you have an actual existential crisis.

"You’re taking this surprisingly hard for an executioner," he comments dryly.

"I KNOW—!!" you wail.

"…You kill things for a living."

"I KNOWWWWWWW—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who observes as you dramatically clutch your chest like you’re in a soap opera, absolutely devastated.

"He had a family, probably—!! Oh, they’ll never know what happened to him—!!"

"…He was a worm."

"He had a LIFE—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly, violently wants to laugh.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who smirks instead, tilting his head slightly.

"You’re… quite different from other archangels," he muses.

You sniffle, rubbing your eyes, entirely missing the way he’s analyzing your every reaction.

"Uhm… I guess so…?"

"You keep to yourself a lot. I never see you with the others."

You immediately shrink into yourself.

You hesitate.

Then—quickly, too quickly—"I just like animals more!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who definitely caught that.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who notices that, for all your loud, emotional outbursts, you immediately close off when it comes to actual emotional vulnerability.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who sees, firsthand, how you can cry for a worm, but when asked about yourself, you physically retreat.

"…That so?" he hums, watching as you nod, forcing an innocent little smile.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly has the urge to rip apart whatever or whoever made you this way.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as you return to your animals, playing it off like nothing happened.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizes—for all your emotions, for all your softness—you’re still untouchable.

And for the first time in a long time,

He wants to break something.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is currently sitting in a field, surrounded by rabbits, staring at you.

"So," he says casually, leaning back on his elbows. "You’re really not gonna let me in, huh?"

You freeze.

Your hands are trembling as you feed a baby squirrel. You’re clearly nervous.

And yet, somehow, somehow, you still keep him at arm’s length.

You. A literal dumbass.

"I—um." You fidget, eyes darting. "Wh—What do you mean—??"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has pulled every psychological trick in the book, and you still won’t let him get close.

You don’t treat him like an enemy. You don’t suspect him. You trust him.

And yet, you hold back.

"It’s just interesting," he drawls, watching your every microexpression. "You’re gullible. An open book. But somehow, I get the feeling you’re still keeping secrets from me."

You flinch.

He notices.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has literally not once failed at worming his way into someone’s head.

Except you.

"I-I don’t know what you mean," you stammer, avoiding his gaze, ears turning red.

You’re lying.

You’re a terrible liar.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is watching the most naive, clueless, pure-hearted idiot outplay him without even realizing it.

And it is infuriating.

"You trust me, don’t you?" He tilts his head. "We’re friends, aren’t we?"

You nod quickly.

"Of course!!"

"Then why do I feel like you don’t actually trust me?"

You panic.

"I—I do!!" you insist, flapping your hands like an idiot. "I promise!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as you try so hard to sound convincing, but your whole body is screaming RUN.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has manipulated angels into betraying their own and demons into tearing themselves apart—who is currently being held at emotional gunpoint by the single dumbest creature he has ever met.

And he hates it.

He should have had you wrapped around his finger by now.

But no.

No.

Somehow, despite your gullibility, despite your literal childlike stupidity, you still won’t let him past the gate.

He’s been playing this game for centuries.

And you—a stammering, nervous wreck of an angel—are winning.

And the worst part?

You don’t even realize it.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has tried everything.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has played every card.

Friendship? That was his first strategy. He’s patient. Gentle. Maybe you’re just naturally slow to warm up.

Courting? Not that he ever needed to court before—usually, people just fall into his hands like dumb birds, but fine. Flowers. Chivalry. All that romance novel bullshit.

Casual intimacy? A guiding hand on the small of your back. A lingering gaze. Nothing. You blink at him like a confused rat.

Damsel-in-distress bait? He faked getting wounded, and you CRIED. Not because you cared about him, but because, “Oh no!! I don’t know how to help!! I—oh!!” then proceeded to panic and pray over him like a lunatic.

Making you jealous? HAH. Good luck. He might as well have been flirting with a lamp post.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has used every manipulation tactic known to man, demon, and celestial alike.

And nothing.

You’re still keeping him at arm’s length.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy tried being friendly. He’s tried being charming. He’s tried mirroring your emotions, slipping into your comfort zone, weaving himself into your world like an invisible thread.

He’s tried being patient.

He’s tried being persistent.

He’s tried being so damn likable that even an angel as dumb and naive as you should have fallen for it by now.

You—who trusts too easily. You—who gets emotionally attached to anything that breathes.

And still, you won’t let him in.

It’s maddening.

It’s infuriating.

It’s—

"—huh?"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy sees you.

And for the first time in centuries, something twists in his chest like a knife.

You're with someone.

A human.

A priest.

Some lowly, weak, insignificant little human priest.

And you—you, the dumbass crybaby archangel who can’t even hold a normal conversation without looking like you're about to malfunction—are blushing.

Blushing.

You’re fidgeting.

You’re stammering.

You’re looking away, your hands twitching like you don’t know what to do with them.

Like some nervous, inexperienced girl—

Like some lovesick little—

His entire body locks up.

For the first time, ♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy feels something cold crawl down his spine.

It’s not rage.

It’s not jealousy.

It’s something worse.

"…What?"

He doesn’t reveal himself.

He doesn’t move.

He watches.

And his world tilts.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who never thought he'd hesitate. Not once in his long, blood-soaked life.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knows that patience is the sharpest knife. And he has been so patient with you.

So why—why now—does he hesitate?

You’re with him. That human priest.

You’re laughing softly. Smiling. You’re speaking in a voice he’s never heard before—quiet, gentle, uncertain. Your hands are fidgeting, your eyes darting down, nervous, awkward. The same way you are with him, but… different. Softer.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy has never seen you like this.

You—who cry over dead bugs, who sob over spilled milk, who trip over your own feet and wail like the sky is falling.

You—who hide your hands when they shake, who clasp them in your lap and bite your lip and tremble when you think no one is looking.

You—who have never let your guard down around him.

But you’re doing it now.

Voluntarily.

With him.

Not with him.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy doesn’t move. Doesn’t interrupt. Doesn't step forward and tease you, doesn’t mock you for being such a damn fool, doesn’t rip that moment apart just to see you squawk and flail and cry about it later.

Because for the first time, ♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy is feeling something he doesn’t want to analyze.

And for the first time in his existence, he doesn’t pull the trigger when the shot is perfect.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought he understood you better than anyone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen you at your absolute worst—crying, sniffling, wailing over nonsense like a broken teacup, tripping over absolutely nothing, and somehow managing to be the most powerful archangel while having the IQ of a concussed pigeon.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knows exactly how to make you flustered, exactly how to get under your skin, exactly how to make you sputter and cry and stomp your feet in frustration like some bratty little dove.

So why—why, in all the hells and heavens—do you look like that right now?

You’re sitting there, staring off into space, with that blank, dumbass look on your face, the one he normally loves because it means you’re about to say something so outrageously stupid that it takes him hours to recover from laughing.

But now—now it’s different.

You’re airheaded, but… soft. Dreamy. Like you’re lost in some private little world.

Like you’re thinking about someone.

Like you’re thinking about him.

And not him.

His jaw clenches.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who doesn’t visit you today. Doesn’t tease you, doesn’t push you, doesn’t press himself into your space just to watch you squirm.

He watches instead.

Watches the way your fingers fidget, playing with the hem of your sleeve.

Watches the way your lips twitch into a faint, dopey little smile.

Watches the way you look down, lost in thought, looking just a little too damn pretty.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who feels something dark and wrong coil in his gut.

Something tight. Something ugly. Something that makes his fingers twitch, that makes his vision blur, that makes his instincts scream at him to move, move, move.

For the first time, he doesn’t feel like teasing you.

For the first time, he doesn’t feel like playing.

Because for the first time, he wants to rip something apart.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who never considered himself an emotional man.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who could lie, deceive, infiltrate, kill, and walk away without a single flicker of regret.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought you were a game. A pretty little idiot, a skittish dove, something fragile to toy with, to break, to keep.

So why did he feel this when he saw you looking at someone else like that?

When he saw you sitting there, hands folded, eyes soft, looking at a mortal like he was the sun and you were some pathetic flower desperate for warmth?

Something in his mind snapped.

Because he knows you.

Knows that you’re not even close with your own kind.

Knows that you keep everyone at a distance, keep him at a distance.

And yet, this man—this human—was enough for you to let your guard down?

No.

No, that wouldn’t do.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who lets you have your moment. Lets you smile, lets you blush, lets you bask in the illusion of safety.

Because it makes the punishment so much sweeter.

You freeze.

You go utterly still.

The morning dew clings to the leaves, the usual creatures that keep you company have gone silent, and the air feels wrong.

Your usual quiet sanctuary, the place where you retreat to, where you nurse wounded animals and rest your weary little heart, has been defiled.

By him.

The body is still warm.

Still fresh.

A human man, kind eyes forever frozen in horror, his blood staining the soft grass at your feet.

His throat slit, precise and surgical.

No mess, no evidence of struggle, no lingering aura of a fight.

Because there wasn’t one.

Because he didn’t stand a chance.

And beside the corpse, placed deliberately, something just for you—

A single white feather.

Your own.

Plucked straight from your wing.

You don’t have to turn around to know who’s watching you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who’s always watching you.

And for the first time, he doesn’t tease.

Doesn’t smirk.

Doesn’t laugh.

Just stares, dark eyes fixed on you from the shadows, waiting for your reaction.

Waiting to see if you finally understand.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen a lot of things in his lifetime. Who has danced with death more times than he can count, slipped into places he shouldn’t be, and walked out without a single scratch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought he knew you.

The blubbering idiot. The naïve, nervous little thing that could barely hold eye contact with him. The jittery archangel who cried at the sight of a scraped knee and spoke like a lost child.

So why…

Why was he bleeding?

The knife had nearly gone through his throat.

Nearly.

Had he been just a second slower, had his instincts been just a fraction duller, he would’ve been dead.

And it wasn’t just a lucky hit.

That was an execution. A professional one.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who immediately distances himself, eyes flickering with something sharp, something excited, something deadly. His pulse pounds in his ears, not from fear—but from the thrill.

He watches as you stand there, emotionless, cold, your usual trembling gone, your meekness stripped away like it never existed.

Then you speak.

Clear. Calculated. Ruthless.

Reciting the laws of Heaven like a well-trained executioner, syllables precise and absolute, each word carrying the weight of divine judgment.

You do not raise your voice.

You do not hesitate.

You do not flinch.

"Article 7, Section 12 of the Divine Mandates: Any entity that slaughters an innocent in sanctified ground shall be purged immediately. No trial. No exceptions."

The blade glints in the light as you move again—silent. Merciless.

And he—he—for the first time in a long, long while—

Is caught off guard.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought your trembling, nervous hands were a sign of weakness. Who thought your skittish glances and teary eyes were just proof that you were a fragile little thing—one that needed his protection.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now locked in combat with you, and there is nothing weak about you.

Not the way you move—silent, ruthless, every strike calculated, every parry a death sentence in disguise. Not the way you react—no emotion, no hesitation, just pure, unrelenting precision.

Not the way you don’t mourn the body he left for you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who sees no grief in your expression, no sadness, not even anger.

Just a switch.

Cold. Unfeeling.

Mechanical in its execution.

This is the one they call Judge Executioner.

He tests a counterattack—quick, a feint to throw you off.

You don’t fall for it. You don’t fall for anything.

You only strike.

And it’s him or you.

For the first time, he knows—

This isn’t a hunt.

This is a trial.

And he is the one being judged.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has always loved the sound of his own voice, especially when it’s pissing someone off.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the taste of iron in his mouth, laughing as he dodges the edge of your blade by a hair.

“Damn, sweetheart. Didn’t know you liked it rough.”

No response.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tries again, cocky and teasing, side-stepping your next attack with ease.

“What? No cute little stutters today? Not even a—oof, okay, ow, that was close, fuck—babe?”

Still nothing.

No reaction. No irritation. No nothing.

Not even when he calls you babe.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, realizes he’s not fighting you.

He’s fighting it.

The machine. The executioner. The law given form.

Not the nervous wreck who used to flinch when he got too close. Not the bumbling idiot who tripped over their own feet when trying to run away from him.

This? This thing in front of him?

It doesn’t care.

And worse—

It doesn’t listen.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who dodges another one of your brutal strikes, grinning through the burn of a fresh cut on his cheek.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who huffs out a laugh, flicking the blood off his blade as he dances just out of reach.

“Damn, sweetheart. You always this rough with your best friends?”

No reaction.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who twirls his dagger between his fingers, watching for even the slightest shift in your expression.

“Cold. Really cold.” He clicks his tongue, tilting his head with a smirk. “Kinda hot, though. You wanna roleplay or somethin’? You know, ‘cause if you wanted to—"

You don’t even hesitate, your next attack slicing through the air like a guillotine.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who laughs, who wheezes as he barely avoids having his head lobbed off.

“Oh, c’mon, you’re breaking my heart here.”

He ducks. You aim higher. He feints. You don’t fall for it.

“Not even a little blush? No shaky hands? Nothing?”

Still. Nothing.

Not even a flicker of recognition in your eyes.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who feels something ugly coil in his stomach at that.

Oh.

Oh, he really doesn’t like this.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who exhales sharply, a flicker of amusement curling his lips even as his own wounds ooze fresh blood.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tilts his head, eyes gleaming with amusement as you spit blood—dark, viscous, tainted—onto the ground between you.

"Finally kicked in, huh? Thought you'd last a little longer."

Odorless poison from the corpse of that deceased bitch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you stagger but stay upright, eyes narrowed, face pale, but still—still—you don’t retreat.

“Damn,” he chuckles, rolling his shoulders despite the pain. “Guess I really outdid myself with that one, huh?”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tilts his head, gaze flicking to the darkened blood you just spat onto the ground, mixing with the carnage beneath your feet.

“Not gonna lie, sweetheart,” he hums, voice almost gentle as he wipes his own bloody lips, “you usually bounce back from worse. But me? I tailor-made that poison just for you. Your kind. Angelic regeneration ain’t worth shit if the poison was built to devour it.”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who expects hesitation, maybe a flash of fear in those cold, calculating eyes of yours.

But you don’t hesitate. You don’t even flinch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, fascinated, as you raise your blade again, steady despite the way your body sways.

“...Oh?”

For the first time, he takes a step back.

Not out of fear.

But because he’s starting to realize—

Even poisoned. Even wounded. Even with death crawling up your throat—

You aren’t backing down.

You won’t back down.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who whistles low, both impressed and so, so entertained.

“Man, you really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the blood in his teeth as you raise your weapon again, not even hesitating.

Oh.

Oh, you’re still going to try to kill him.

Even now.

Even dying.

And fuck—he thinks he might just love you for that.

♡ A/N #1 (Feb 10). Me thinking Sakamoto Days is an apocalypse action series based on the manga covers. It’s not. It’s so freaking legit. Basically ‘The Way Of The Househusband’ remastered. “Can I copy your homework?” “Ok, but don’t make it obvious.” I love both series. Also can’t take his younger self seriously, he looks like that one guy from Tokyo Revengers. But seriously, I watched the anime, so legit wahahhahahahaha. So I knew I had to make a story inspired by it. Yes, I’m recommending it. Watched it in Netflix. A mix of The Way Of The Househusband, Terminator, and One Punch Man. I love it. Also favorite manga is One Punch Man. The humility of MC and satirical plot of OPM are my favorite parts of it. Also... I was supposed to make this into a kinder yandere until I accidentally turned him into basically Tartaglia.

♡ A/N #2 (Mar 24). Yes, I'm resurrecting my old cursed drafts. I still cringe but it's better than letting it sit in the backburner. No. I will not edit this anymore. Unfortunately, I get terribly bored pretty easily.

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My Perfect

L x Chubby Reader

A.N: ( See even though im like late I STILL POSTED! im on like grind yall but, this man so fine I'm like i must write my deepest soul wrenching words about him)

I'm not perfect.

That's it. I tried every day as a kid to be perfect; pretty hair, small frame, soft voice everything to look desirable to others I tried to be. In high school I needed to be bold, thicker but not too thick, tall but too tall; never speak overly passionate it was a turn off, don't wear too much makeup it's like I'm a slut, and never can venture out and find a comfortable look for me. I never let the girl inside eat.

I wasn't berated though? Yes, I got stares when I wore something sitting and people saw my stomach, like yes mothafucka I got a stomach y'all thought it was a huge ass pot in my shirt? Yes, I did get the ' I'm sO cOnFideNt!' talk when I ate something like fruit, who doesn't like pineapple? When shopping I had looks of could I fit this or that and nobody ever comforted me when I would cry about not fitting jeans.

I was never perfect. But he never cared.

*Back to when Light didn't find the Death Note yet*

Log In: June 23, 2017

" What are you having for lunch?" was asked by my closest coworker, Maria she and I was friends since our college days when cramming information about law, statistics, and for some reason Shakespeare; we were forever. I turned to her in this damn rolling chair that was obviously not made for a girl with that thang back there, I mean why is half my leg practically on the floor? I thought about it for a second.

" I could go for quick burger, what about you?

" That's fine! Also did you finish your report? I didn't even get to..." I just stared at her though my head in space, Maria turned to see what I'm looking at and she saw a strange man walking inside the room.

" Um...I don't think he works here?"

" Is this when we got to fight for our lives? I don't have no weapon."

The man tall, dark unruly hair not curly though it looks like a one of those emo people from the 2000's like my chemical romance vibes, he has a homeless man look on him...its kind of sexy thought but, he doesn't work here?

We watch him while towards us and goes to the head manager cubicle that two rows ahead of us. We look at each other and look down acting like we're working but, we really being nosy. We hear only indicant chatter and the strange man's voice, his name is Riuzaki? Or Rukai? I don't know and our manager asked again, and he ignored the question and started talking about something different. Kind of rude but, with the way our manager is I'd do the same; Maria looks at me and looks at the time and tells me it our lunch break so, we both get up and I make sure to push down my jacket a habit I did as a teen to look slimmer, we walk out and down the little pathway to the front of the office when we get close to the strange man I turn my head down, his eyes immediately traced to me and he stared at me and he turned, kind of weird his eye contact was intense!

We walked over to the company lunch places inside it's a tiny burger spot filled with American dishes; we haven't really eaten there so we decided to try it out since it was also raining. Maria order first, a chicken salad with extra chicken and cheese with a large drink and dessert then it's me, a cheeseburger with fries and a large drink with a cookie; we wait a bit and sat down at a two-seat table and we talk about the sight we just saw.

" I wonder if he's trying to get a job here? "

" For what though? we ain't got nothing available yet."

" What if they fired somebody!? I heard but I didn't hear from department C that somebody was overusing company resources and they got let go."

" Omg, who?" Maria was going to say but we hear a buzz, and our food was ready we grabbed a tray and the person who gave us our orders gives me a look, ya'know the look of ' Breaking that diet huh?' Its common but still is annoying so I mean mug him back and he backs off. Sitting down we talk about our topics of choice like vacations, fashion trends, the latest news when the man from earlier comes down; didn't even see him till he pulled up a chair beside me and stared. Like what?

" Oh, Hello!" I introduced myself and Maria does the same, but how says nothing and stared at me.

" Are you going to eat that?" He points at a strawberry cookie I got, I look and shake my head "no' even though I was saving it I give it to him and smiled. He takes it and thanks me and then turned to Maria and asked how she feels about the company. Now, Maria is a sweet girl but, if she can't say her opinion without lying so she tries to say it's wonderful but, he caught on.

" Don't lie. I'm not going to do anything."

" Oh! but I'm not! really it's a won-"

" Your eyes turned up, when some people lie, they eyes turn up to think of somethings. Your hands turned over into a clasped position saying you're more of nervous than calm when I asked."

She's shocked and so am I, he takes a bite of the cookie and then looks at me to which I look away and he stares at me; deep black eyes pierced into, and I just look away because if I looked back what if he jumps me and I gotta kick and scream like that would be so embarrassing!

" Are you nervous?

" No, never"

" Hm...You look uncomfortable" He continued eating and I looked at Maria with a head tilt.

" So, what's making me uncomfortable."

" Your clothes, your shoes are hurting your feet by the way you walked quickly, and you have the heels of them off" He responded quickly, and I was shocked I mean he didn't lie. I just look and Maria excused her and mouthed ' Whoop his ass' and went to the bathroom, so now it's just us. We look at each other and I just shook my head and began eating again. He just looks at me and then turns his body towards me completely.

" What?"

" Do you like your position here?"

If I had the choice between working here and $20, I would pick $20 and a bag of skittles, it has it benefits from time to time but it not worth the headaches and long hours and I tell him just that. He hums and says nobody ever been that honest and I could care less, I listen and eat when he asked another question.

" If you're really don't like how you look why don't you change it"

It wasn't even a question it was like a statement like he knew, he knew from when he stared at me, he watched me. I look at him shocked and I just chuckled and threw the rest of my food away and left, texting Maria that I got sick. Walking away I see him get up and follow me, so ignored him; he just walked beside me and just looks either at me or around him hunched over like he finna throw up. Like what compells somebody to say that? Did he think I'm the one to try to play around with thing you'll get a good joke ooutta me? I should've shoved that damn drink up his stuck up ugy big headed-

" Your mumbling"

"...ok"

" If what I said made you mad just say it"

" If I did I'll go to jail for man slaughter."

He just chuckled, even though I'm pissed he sounded a little smexyyy but, I'll still beat his ass. I keep walking towards the parking lot, and he grabbed my arm asking can he be honest.

" I mean if back there wasn't honest I don't know what is"

He just stared (he got a staring problem) and began talking about how he meant that he saw me adjusting my jacket a habit he saw a lot of girls do when they want to look slimmer, then he saw the look his manger gave us me when I walked past, he said it was in utter disgust. As he went on all the insecurities from the past came again the girl inside of me just began to show, I looked at him blank, my hands started to sweat, my thoughts ran through me like a train, and I couldn't hold it anymore as a sob slipped through like butter from my mouth. I wiped my face and took a deep breath.

" Being a girl in Japan is hard, being black in Japan is harder, being a fat girl and black in Japan is like a war zone every day in my mind. From stares, to the so called ' complements', to everything inside growing out of me is like a constant war zone. Having men look at me like a 3rd class citizen is the problem, having girls treat me like I'm beneath them was the problem and no one had a problem with it."

" But who could care? It's not like I can change what they say with the attitude they expect from a black girl. I'm not perfect but, they wanted me to be and how am I going to achieve that? Huh?"

I stopped for one second and he just said nothing, all the bottled-up feelings I've had just overwhelmed me and I overshared.

" I think your perfect"

" Lying is a sin ya'know"

" Then good I'm an atheist. Your look is perfect."

How can somebody look perfect? With a body like this, my skin to people in this country are like a permanent plague, and my hair is just a warning to them on its own. I am not perfect, but he thinks I am. He's trying to help me feel better and it's not going to work.

" If this is perfect then-'

" You're not going to believe something if you denie it so much."

This man says that beautiful is different to everyone, like what people grew up with which is skinny, fair skin, and cute people they think it's a standard and everyone that's not all three of those traits are ugly. He said the way I feel is how he felt as a child he was never built manly, he was always so small and skinny people thought he was sick. It never bothered him; he seemed wiser as a kid then the whole world at its years; I couldn't even disagree with any statements I always found how people views change when they see unique things or common things and associate them with ugliness or beauty.

" For a homeless man your very smart"

"...I'm not homeless."

" Oh...then why you dress like you've seen a clothing store in life."

" I have seen a clothing store. I just don't see the appeal of dressing up."

He's an emo hippie. But nevertheless, I just listen and make my own few points. We continued walking and he stops me again.

" What's your name?"

" Reader Last Name, and your?

" Call me L"

' Hello L"

" Hello Reader"

Now we walk in comfortable silence, by the time I'm by the garage L asked for my number, his contact now ' Emo Hippie' and mines?

'My Perfect'

A.N: ( i finshed! I love this one because i feel this irl about my body type but, i got over it and it's kind of hard to write L's dialogue without making him sound rude because he's only nonchalant. But, let me know if you like it!

My Baby Boo

Yan! Ghost x Black Hoochie mam Reader

( Inspo for makeup and how I beileve she'll kinda look but it just inspo)

Moving from Memphis to the quite little city of Nothern Montana was a pretty start, from my own mama judging my dreams of being a biochemical engineer to my daddy being my only hero against my mama wrath of " All you going to be is pregnant and 23 Y/n! Just get a regular job a nurse or fast-food worker and quit this science shit!" My mama wanted to be a doctor since she was a kid, till she fooled around with my daddy and fucked it up! Now I gotta be the one to get all her anger! I mean if you told 15-year-old me I'd have a Master's degree of Biochemistry with a paid internship!? AND I moved to across the states to achieve my dream only at 25? I wouldn't believe you.

I've being living in the quite neighborhood for a good 3 months before all this shit happened let's go from the day I moved in.

*Flashback*

" Alrighty ma'am you all set, need anything?"

" Nah I'm but, thank you for helping me mister?

" Fred, sugar just calls me Fred"

" Well thank you Fred... You can gon on now"

I guess he was taken backed he just walked away no bye or nothing! His rude ass. Walking into my house I begin to stay unpacking, my bed was a little late gettin here buttt I got my living room and kitchen down so far when I heard a thud

*THUD*

" Now what the-"

*THUD THUD*

" Oh hell nah, MISTER FRED!"

I jog out the house to see Fred sitting on his rocking chair, I asked him about the house and hearing hard ass thuds and his old ass tells me it probably the squirrels scratching.

" Why you ain't tell me that when buying the house?

" Because it wasn't important then! Look the squirrels like peanut butter bye some and put it out to lead them out na"

I just look at him and I turn, and I thought I saw eyes peeking at me, but I just shake it off, and I ask him just to check it out. He heads to his garage for a ladder and trails me to my house only looking at my ass though, fuckin pervert.

" Hey! Go up there and see about the squirrels!"

" Huh- Ok ok I'm goin I'm goin...reminds me of Hellen.."

He climbs up the ladder and knocks on the wood

" Hm, Hey there girlie there ain't no holes for no squirrels up here

" What you mean? I heard a thud twice by now they probably in the house"

" No siree they aint nowhere without a way to get out, you just heard the house settle I'm guessin"

That wasn't no house settling, a house settling is like a creak not a loud ass thud like I dropped something! I see Fred old ass walk back into his house and I just go inside checking every but of the house, strange enough I set my phone down on the counter and it missing? I found it in the living room but I haven't been in there yet?

She's gorgeous... she a doll even! Pretty skin, her teeth glimmers with jewels and that voice so silky yet firm, she looks like Meleesa... my dear! My darling has come back to reach me from the heavens! Has God forsaken my body to never touch her again? To see her walk around for other to touch the skin of deity for everyone to be able to talk to her without a worry she runs and screams from me? I'll make her minds for she was my golden egg, my baby... I hope she still yearns for me in my state.

It's been a hot minute since I heard something and I finally have my place set, it a tiny bedroom but my vanity and bed fills it perfectly! It's about 9 something and I'm watching some movie on Netflix when I feel a chill, getting up to turn my heat on a see a note on my counter

" My baby, has been a long time since I see that smile of your, heard the soften voice, and smelled your devious scent. I see how you look very different from our last meeting, you've filled up quite nicely; later in the night I will watch you again, I will smell your scent and keep wanting to touch you like I once did. Til I met you again- Your Boo"

What type of mostly ghostly bullshit is going on! I look around and feel another chill as I turn on the heat and turn all all the light, fuck my bill I'll be cool! Running into my room I lock my door and turn on all my light and even the tv, I sit in my bed in my shorts and cami and I ask my friend if she can call, I don't know why I keep her around but she answer and I tell her everything including how Fred didnt tell me about the house.

" Girl I told you don't move nowhere that didn't have niggas til the 1700s!'

" Thats not important! What is that I got some Micheal Myers nigga trying get me!"

" Did it say who it was from?"

" No, it was signed My boo, ian have my boyfriend since FAMU"

" He funny at least"

" Now what so funny about me getting stalked?"

" He signed it my boo, and he's a ghost if you didn't see nobody and what ghost say? Boo! He funny!"

I stare at my phone, and I hang up NOT in the mood. I turn on some music and I just distract myself fixing my hair, painting my toes, anything when I heard water running in my bathroom, walking in there I see the mirror fogs with a message, ' She's quite clever dearest, maybe you should listen to your friends' words- Your Boo'

" Ok...OK I GET IT!" I yell getting anxious that some freaky ass ghost is calling me his dearest! MY DADDY DONT EVEN DO THAT MUCH! With this ghost here I run other the bathroom and lock the door to my room, taking the key and I just run to my car. I unlock my car and drove to the nearest hotel and just crash there for a few days, maybe ghost die if it no one to haunt right? As I drive, I heard a chime on my phone, then another, then a flood of chimes and I stop to check; all the messages from the same number talking about how I can't run, I have no one in this city, I have to come home soon, and he'll be waiting...all signed my boo. I turn off my phone and finds a hotel and pays for two nights, only in my night clothes I sleep for the night, and I prayed I still had some clothes in my car, luckily I had a few clothes and some body care, after a quick shower I head to bed with the lights on and my mind full.

How dare she! Has she no care what she leaves with! I show her care I fix the house; I chased Fred away with my bare hands all for her and THIS is my payment! My dearest must forget her punishments were all but nice with me. But I can't hurt her... no not ever again will I drain the life from her body, never again will I force her gaze upon my bloodshed, no... no will I force my hand to bruise a deity's skin. She cursed me that til I let her go I will never pass... I won't let her go, even if she takes her life, I will bring her back, I make her into me! A lost soul wandering this planet, YES! if I make her agree with my love at the next moon I can... NO! Have I lost my mind! Her skin will fade, her bones will break, her voice will turn to whispers... it's not worth it I WONT EVER AGAIN! It happened once and I failed her but it another chance... I will get her back.

Back in this spooky ass house again. It's been a few days week even and I tried to get Fred to check it out but all he does is ignore me, in my room set up camera around the house and hook it too my computer so that I can catch this creep, it was late today 12:45 am it was thundering today, in my room I scroll on my phone with the tv on some movie, I felt a chill... the same chill. I get get up and back to my door looking around

" OK DAMMIT! SHOW YOUR DAMN SELF OR I'LL BREAK MY FOOT UP YA-"

" So violent my love~"

I look around til a feather of a hand touches my cheek, jerking away I turn too see a pale man... see through even with a evil smile and a a stature shaped from God

" Oh my..."

"Hello, my dearest, I hope your aren't too mad at me for our last encounter"

" Who are-"

" As your friend said, your boo~"

It seems you've pasted out, never the matter it will be best your out for the evening. So much to do with a the body you claimed now Melessa... Hello my beautiful baby~

A.N: ( Ouuu not me making a creepy character , i know yall thought I couldn't do huh! I just be writing too yall, I mean I started this at 6 sum and it's 10... like I said Im Shakesphere! But hope yall like this and it more to come from our ghost companion! LOve y'all! MWAHH)

Neighbors.

Week 1: new neighbor.

A loud knock at your front door woke you up out of your sleep. You choked on the huge amount of air that invaded your lungs when you inhaled, stumbling on your feet trying to go check the door. Your hair was a mess and you were stressed which is why you simply wanted to sleep your life away.

You open the door and look around to see no one there but a basket present on your door step. You him and pick it up, there were muffins and all kinds of baked goods inside with a little note on top and the cutest bow to tie it all together

Hi! I'm moving in next door and hope we can become good neighbors. #215 izuku midoriya.

For real? My guy couldn't have just spoken to you once he seen you? He had to be a good fucking guy? You sigh and shrug before closing the door and setting the baked goods down on your kitchen counter and heading back to bed, you'll be damned if you were gonna let some shitty neighbor ruin your one off day.

The baked goods had never gotten touched, they just sat as a decorative piece on your kitchen counter. You planned on throwing them out but the little bow was just too cute to give away, how frilly and pink it was. It was like the person who gave it to your knew exactly what you liked.

You sigh looking at them, they hadn't gone bad yet you could eat one if you wanted. You stare at them for a while before realizing, your supposed new neighbor gave you these so how come you've never seen them?

You groan and shake the thought away, you had to head to work and you don't have time to be worrying about some random loser. You grab your jacket before heading out of your house, locking the door behind you. You sigh while clutching your purse on your arm and stuffing your keys inside when you bumped into someone.

"are you fucking kidding me?!"

"oh gosh.. I am so so sorry! are you alright?"

You fell to the ground with a groan barking insults up to the person who had the disrespectful nerve to knock you down. You open your eyes and look up at the strong bulky man in front of you, it was early and the lights outside of your apartment complex were still on so you couldn't exactly see his face. You couldn't exactly tell if his hair was black or not.

He offers you a hand to get up with which you hesitantly take, you just insulted and yelled at this innocent sexy man.. he must hate you! Which is just your luck, a strong sexy man is practically thrown at you by God and you insult him. God you're really good at making people leave.

"I truly am sorry. I should've been watching where i was going."

The man spoke to you again holding your hand in his still as he held perfect eye contact with you, trying to be professional and apologize for his wronging. You couldn't even speak from how beautiful he was now that you could see his face, his freckled chubby cheeks and his worried eyes leering down at you to assure you're alright.

"I.. I.. uhm, yes I am okay, thank you. I'm sorry too, I suppose it's not all your fault i played a part as well huh. Haha..."

You chuckle nervously trying not to embarrass yourself, there was a sexy man in front of you, you seriously cannot blow this. He offers you a light hum with a tilt to his head and a polite smile before speaking.

"I'm your new neighbor! I left you a basket of baked goods from the local bakery about a week ago, sorry I haven't had the time to actually speak to you, im awfully busy!"

Holy hell. He was your new neighbor? The guy who left the basket? Now you have another reason to save and not eat them. You stammer on your words with wide eyes trying to find something good to say as to not embarrass yourself.

"oh that was you? Hah yeah! I devoured those instantly! Thank you so much, you're so sweet! Id love to talk to you more if you'd have me y'know i wouldn't want to like-- bombard you with my presence or anything like you're a god I shouldn't even-- not that i think you're a god-- you know what im just going to stop talking."

You sigh heavily and mumble a low "for fucks sake.." under your breath. Could you be anymore embarrassing? You feel as if you could die from humiliation. The way his eyes widen from the way you ramble on and on about him being a god is so devastatingly humiliating, if the earth were listening you'd ask her to swallow you whole.

The man simply looks at you with a blank expression and wide eyes for a second before giggling above you. Your eyes shoot up to him, had you not just embarrassed yourself? Do you still have a chance?!

"I wouldn't say I'm a god, haha! You definitely aren't the first to say that anyways you have nothing to worry about."

He could tell you felt embarrassed by the way you squeezed your eyes shut and balled your fists, he didn't want you to feel embarrassed over something small! He got compliments of such all the time, some are even worse than that so he considered it high praise anyways.

You two just sat there staring at each other for a minute in your eyes it was the most awkward thing in the world. To him it was just fun between friends, the fact he considered you friends despite meeting this once is wild.

He looked down at you with those melancholy emerald green eyes, you could see the whole world in them. They were so big and bright and held nothing but love and kindness in them.. you would drown in them if given the chance.. the things you'd do to--

"oh! Gosh, I've gotta go! Uhm.. I hope to see you soon?"

"uh, yes! Yes, of course. We'll be seeing each other very soon."

You say confidently before pausing to realize how creepy your sentence sounded. He lifted an eyebrow at your words before brushing it off with a nervous chuckle and a wave goodbye before he jumped away, yellow cape billowing in the wind as he did so. You watched him live with a sigh, he was so hot yet so sweet you couldn't believe this guy was living next to you. Well to be fair these were rather pricey apartments so you could imagine him wanting to be somewhere that's very elegant. Your apartments were pretty beautiful. You sigh and shake everything out of your head and begin heading to work.

You sat at your desk staring out the window. There was nothing to be done at the office today and you were just there mindlessly drifting in a space you didn't want to be in. A knock at your office door took you by surprise, you were startled and whipped your head around to see your supervisor. God you hated this guy, he never knew how to take a hint. He always helplessly flirted and did outdated and annoying pick up lines on you, you didn't want him to feel bad about himself so you always laughed or played like it was good. Unfortunately today you just didn't have it in you to entertain him.

"hey, y/n! How are you today, sweetheart?"

Ugh. What a pig. He could not be serious right now. 'sweetheart' ? disgusting. He was truly working your nerves and he'd hardly even spoken to you. You sigh heavily before fixing your posture and leading your throat.

"I'm here."

"cool cool. So uh, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out for drinks with me and a couple of the guys? Since y'know you helped us back those new investors? You're really great at what you do and you're so smart and--"

He started going on and on and on about how cool and smart and sophisticated you are. It was all bologna, he didn't give a shit about you or how smart you were. He just wanted to get into your pants and it was heavily obvious. So much so that you didn't have time to entertain this type of energy.

"look, I don't think so. Not tonight atleast, I mean I have a thing and--"

"please? You don't want to let me down so you? I'd hate to have to put in a bad word in front of our boss.. so could you just come?? For me?"

This motherfucking cunt. He was really gonna blackmail you into having drinks with a bunch of men who thought you didn't belong there? Just because you were a woman? You could not believe this was the hill you were dying on.

"fine.."

You let out lowly and defeated. You were successfully manipulated by some sleazy putz. You could only pray to God this schmuck keeps his word and doesn't say anything bad about you.

"atta girl."

He says with a smirk before walking off eyeing you through your office window. You were sick to your stomach at the thought of whatever was going on inside of his mind.

You sat between a couple of guys who all laughed loudly and looked at the game, they had a few too many drinks and were pretty drunk. You hated being around this kind of energy, it was uncomfortable but if you were going to run that empire one day you needed to be in with the crowd. You had another swig of your drink and chuckled nervously at the lame joke.

"and then I said; you'd have to let it from my cold dead hands!"

"mmm- couldn't have said it better myself, sir."

You say lowly raising your glass along with the other men at the table. They all laugh and silence then fills the table. You gulp down and look around to see them all looking at you. You felt so uncomfortable and nervous and so out of place. You'd never been this socially awkward in your life.

You couldn't figure out why they'd all looked at you like that. Until you looked down to see one of your buttons on your blouse was unbuttoned it showed the top of your boobs perfectly. You hadn't felt it unbutton so you had no idea that it was. You cleared your throat and covered yourself with your jacket before everyone looked away and fell into weak conversation about whatever came to mind.

Being the only woman sucked. This was your life and you hated it. However this put food on the table and got you away from your family so. If this is what it took you figured you could suffer a little while longer until you took this business off from under them. They were all old and uninformed with the new world we're all coming into, you however were prepared so the second you get these investors to recognize you were the real talent and brains behind this empire they'd hand it right to you. You'll be rich.

"I'm going to head out everyone. Have a goodnight."

You bow before walking out of the bar. You couldn't get out fast enough. You exited the building with a breath of fresh air. Being in there with all of those men was suffocating. You couldn't wait to read in the comfort of your own home.

"wait! Y/n! Where are you going? I thought you were gonna hang out with us?"

"i did. For 3 hours straight. I've had far too many drinks and I feel nauseous and it's raining quite hard. I'd like to go home."

You bowed slightly bidding him a good night one last time before trying to leave. He balled his fists and got rather angry with your words. He grabbed you by your wrists and yanked you into his chest, he held you closely with an angry face. His grip on your body and wrist tightened and you could smell the disgusting scent of the alcohol on his breath. It was nauseating.

"where the hell are you going. I told you to stay. You said you were.. were going to hang out with us. You don't want me to tell the boss about how you've been slacking, do you?"

You were terrified, he was drunk and being very rough with you. His grip continued to tighten around your wrist hurting you, you groan and try to push him away before he punches you. His rings bust your lip. You fall to the ground clutching your face in pain. You didn't want to appear weak.. so why had tears started falling down your face? Why couldn't they stop coming down.

"oh.. sh- shit y/n.. I'm so so sorry I didn't.. didn't mean to do that. You- you made me!"

He spoke trying to justify his actions, slurring on his words and hiccuping in between. You sniffled trying to get up holding onto the wall for a clutch. You could not believe this just happened. You were just assaulted by your supervisor. Someone in much higher power than you. You weren't dumb, you knew and were sure that if you even attempted to tell your boss to find a way to turn it around on you. There were few women working in that business and you were in a higher department than them all. You were just going to have to suck this up and push through it.

The man clears his throat and just looks down at you, he tries to help you up but you refuse. You push his arm away and simply get up on your own. You sniffle before spitting the blood that invaded your mouth onto the ground and walked away. You tried to hurriedly get across the street before the cars started moving again. The man called out for you telling you to wait but was stopped by the cars instantly zooming through the wet street.

You finally made it to your apartment wet, shaking, bleeding and in tears. This was something you never imagined would happen to you. You couldn't believe you'd just been assaulted and there was nothing you could do about it. You were helpless to help yourself. You rummage through your to try and find your keys you end up dropping your bag and breaking down. You fell to your knees and covered your face in your hands everything slipped out of your bag and the fact it fell made you even angrier. It was hard to find your keys and now everything was splayed out on the ground.

You were too busy having a mental breakdown to hear the heavy footsteps thudding behind you.

"y/n... Are you okay?"

You gasped lightly and whipped your head around to see the #1 hero himself. Standing above you before kneeling down to help you gather your things. You just look at him with wide puffy red eyes as he gathers your things and puts it all back into your purse for you. He stands and offers you a hand, you just look at him with a shaky breath before hesitantly taking it. He pulls you up into him and your face came flush with his chest.

You stayed there for a lot longer than intended before pulling back and clearing your throat. You sniffle and wipe your face with your hands before grabbing your back and fetching your keys from the ground. You turn back to him with a half assed smile that he seen right through.

"I'm perfectly fine, deku! Thank you for your concern!"

You say before trying to turn around to unlock your door. Before he grabs you by your shoulders and turns you to face him. He looked so concerned he couldn't help but gaso once he seen your lip.

"what happened to your lip."

"nothing-"

"y/n."

God.. the way he used your name against you was just too much. You didn't know if you wanted to cry or kiss him. You go down before fixing your hair and looking down to the ground.

"got into a fight with my coworker."

"are you sure that's it?"

"yes."

He didn't believe you. He seen right through your bullshit. He was rather stubborn as well he was going to stop pestering until you told him.

"I'm serious, y/n. What happened."

"nothing."

His eyes squinted before he pushed your door open and walked you inside. Was this motherfucker seriously just waltzing inside of your house like he owned the damn place?

"what are you--"

"hush. Where's your first aid kit."

"in the bathroo-- are you seriously about to rummage through my shit!?"

You yell as he walked away the second you got out where the kit was hidden. This guy was. A hero sure but why was he acting like your boyfriend. Or your dad. It was weird. Kinda hot but weird.

He came back with the kit and sat you down in your dining room chair, he set the first aid kit on the table opened it and grabbed what he needed. He had an alcohol wipe and he tly dabbed at you cut lip, you winced and closed your eyes from the slight burn of the cold wipe.

He finished cleaning you up and closed the kit and disposed of what he used.

"there you are, all fixed. Now are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to cook you dinner as well."

Yes please!

"no thank you. I'm fine."

"alrihht so tell me what happened."

"oh no I want I'm fine with not telling you what happened, I'll take the dinner thanks."

You say with a wink that makes a slight blush fall onto his cheeks. He sighs and heads into your kitchen, you chuckle to yourself and watch him go as you see the baked goods he gave you about a week ago. You told him that you are them all! Fuck he's gonna know you lied.

He stopped halfway into your kitchen before slowly turning to face you with a suck to his teeth. He hums and puts his hands. On his hips, fuck he looked so sassy and good like that..

"what happened to eating all of those baked goods?"

"i threw them all up..?"

"uh-huh."

He rolled his eyes with a smirk before opening them and grabbing you a muffin, he felt that you needed to eat and in actuality he was far too tired to cook. He doesn't know why he insisted on cooking for you as if he intended on cooking for himself.

"here. Eat up."

You look at it then up to him, you take it peeling the wrapper off then taking a bite. It was actually pretty good.

"thanks.. but what happened to cooing for me, eh, big boy?"

He gets quite flustered at the name a slight shade of pink dusting his cheeks before he clears his throat.

"just eat the damn muffin."

You chuckle and finish it as he takes your scraps and disposes of them for you. He was quite a gentleman. You didn't expect anything less from a hero after all.

He ended up staying for a little while longer, the two of you trailing off into random things you could talk about. Like jobs and favorite snacks and things you like to do in your free time. Just all sorts of random things. The current topic was what he moved here.

"well.. I just moved agencies and needed to be closer to it. I have a lot of locations but this is the one that needed my attention most and they basically just sent me here. This is only temporary."

Fuck. Temporary? You hadn't wanted this to be temporary you wanted it to last a lifetime. You feel like you know him and he knows you, like you're soulmates. You try not to show how down you are due to what he's just shared to you and respond with a slight hum. He noticed however, he was very good at reading people.

"something wrong?"

"no.. nothing at all."

He hums knowing you're lying. Something tells him that this is going to be your relationship for the rest of the time that he's here. Deku didn't really think when he acted, he grabbed you by chin and craned your face up to look at him. He had a stern face while he leered down at you, his Babyface looking so adorable the way he tried to be serious with you.

You were surprised by this and looked up at him with wide eyes. God he was so attractive and it's like he was so comfortable with you. Or maybe he did this with all of his fans, or people he just knew. Maybe he was a natural flirt, was he flirting? God what's going on.

He could tell you were deep in thought and that bothered him. He intended on making you feel better and yet you still seemed to be down. He didn't know what to do. Yet the only thing you could seem to think about was trying not to kiss him. You felt like you were moving closer to him and you were, he was too deep in his own mind to realize how much closer the two of you were getting.

With no thought in mind you gently grabbed his cheek with your hand and kissed his lips. His eyes widened at what was happening, he was so shocked that you had kissed him but hadn't wanted to pull away. You sighed into the kiss before pulling away, your breath slightly taken away. You kept your eyes closed because you could only imagine the heartbreak you were about to experience. You were sure he was going to let you down gently of course because he's just that kind of guy, but either way heartbreak is heartbreak.

It was silent but only for a moment before he cleared his throat causing you to look up at him and lick your lips before looking away quickly. You sniffle and turn your head to look at the ground biting the inside of your cheek. The silence was unbearable and you felt like killing yourself.

Deku didn't know how to react, he was mostly just speechless he didn't intend to give off that kind of vibe to you.. he just wanted to be a friendly neighbor.

"so uhm I'm gonna head out, if you're sure you're alright?"

He says standing and turning to you before heading towards the door. You were too nervous to speak so you just nodded aggressively before he hummed and walked out closing the door behind himself.

You could not believe you just kissed the number 1 hero.

AN: I feel like this is gonna flip bc it isn't smut n I'm mostly known for that but like I enjoyed making this and can't wait to make a pt2 it might take a while bc well...... Yeah. But uhm. Yeah!

Oranges 🍊

Yuuta x Black Reader

Selling oranges wasn't a hard job, wasn't easy either. Oranges are a fruit that you won't pick out willingly but if you're in the mood an orange would be a quick choice; it was hot out today so anyone and everyone would be outside simply to enjoy the summer's weather, it was also a good day for a tiny pop-up festival to happen! Since it's the summertime they held a market pop-up event where people selling jewelry, hair care, and the most important part of any event food was out and about selling their fruits of leisure to the public. Every year it would held by the beach with people from all over Japan meeting by the shore, I was setting up my booth ' Everythingz Orange' from oranges, to mandarins, tangerines and sometimes depending on fruits of green like limes and things were litter across these shelves and tables; I had orange accessories too to earring, bracelets, even hair pieces and body products all handmade from your truly, reader!

As I put things around everywhere I see the crowd rushing in like the waves, I see them walk over to the people closer to the entrance which isn't very smart then, to people by good scenery who gets all the pictures the get people to buy anything they want, and then you have people like me who's placed by the shore for a nice watering breeze; people who come by this part stays longer and come back for more that's why I had to start selling orange drinks, snacks, ever finger foods. I make pretty god profit off these people every year, people came by to looks and see what orange things I could have it pretty surprising to see the looks on people's faces when they see I can make orange scented paper, cloth, even ting orange themed plushies.

" Wow!, You must love oranges to make a store out of it?"

" Yep! I grew up on an orange farm so, it practically in my blood now."

To the kids I make tiny crafts like pinwheels, orange peel dolls, etc. Today though would be the best pop-up year for me though when a boy with sad eyes disrespected oranges.

" Hm, oranges?"

A boy with curious eyes looks onto my sack or mandarins with a confused look.

" Well not exactly these are mandarins' kind of like oranges but, smaller and sweeter"

He looks between me and the mandarins with a quirked brow.

" But aren't they apart of the orange family?"

" Yes, but-"

" So, they are oranges."

I know sometimes the heat messes with people's brains but this right here, this is something else! I just looked at the boy with a tilted head and explains while yes, they are in the citrus family they are not like oranges they mostly like the little sister of an orange and not it's twin; he looks at me with those big eyes and just nods. He asked how much for three and I said $5, he buys the three and walks to a group of people by the ice cream shop...it's huge panda by them also I wonder if it's a cosplay?

*10 mintues later*

The sells today been pretty good! A nice older woman bought a pair of earrings and some clementines, a girl with a funky sense of style bought an orange plushie and a bunch of jewelry, and people bought the mandarins and oranges up! The boy walked by my both a few times to see other products or to show his friends the orange themed headphone cases I made in spare time. The sun started to set, and people died out slowly and the cool air settled in, I take a break to shop around seeing shops with different selling points was always my favorite part buying beads, flower seeds, and tiny toys was something I couldn't grow out of; as I walked I saw the boy again we brushed shoulders and I sent him a apologetic smile and continued walking without looking at him back, standing in line for a funnel cake order he comes back with a sheepish look.

" Oh hello, can I help you?"

" Oh yea! um...can I ask you a question?"

" Oh sure! What's up?"

" I couldn't get this off my mind but, what the difference between a clementine and a regular orange?"

To a normal person this is a regular question but when you've had people tell you that clementines are just oranges with a different growing method the topic is very bittersweet but, I tell him all the various differences between shape, taste, texture and etc. and by the time I'm done his eyes are bright and wide; he asks me why would I know all of these things and I tell him I grew up on an citrus farm growing oranges, clementines, limes and everything citrus. We walked along the boardwalk talking about our hobbies and how we are similar, he told me he goes to Tokyo Jujutsu High school just a few blocks down, I ask about the school, and he goes into how they just learn basic high school stuff but, with all the magical wizard stuff I didn't really get.

We walked back to my booth, and I handed him an clementine.

" Here, just so you know the difference."

His warm hand grabbed the fruit, and he peeled it, I took the peeling and within in a few seconds I made him a pinwheel, his eyes shined at the flavor of the fruit and tiny toy I just smiled and told him how to make one. I pulled him a chair and for what seems like minutes but really almost an hour we talked and ate some oranges and when his friends came over, we finished a whole sack full. Yuuta and I laughed over that, and exchange numbers and he went with his friends with a wave.

After a few more people came by to check things out I started to pack up my things when a peel of an ornage fell down from the table, and it read:

' I'm clemmy glad I've met you today. xoxo Yuuta'

With a smile on my face I texted him a pic of the orange peel with the caption

' Orange you glad you've met me? 😊'

Oranges, the fruit of heart.

In ~these times~ it is important for queer people to be reminded of what "coming out" originally meant. "Coming out" did not mean telling all of your co-workers something super stigmatized and vulnerable about you, wearing your queer status on your sleeve in public, informing the police or government institutions about your sexuality, or even telling your parents. "Coming out" meant venturing out into the queer community; being among other queers as a queer yourself.

Coming out isn't about telling the entire world when doing so is not safe for you, it's not about arming your enemies with information they could use against you. No, coming out is about making a fulfilling queer life possible for yourself through participation in the queer community. It is about escaping the restrictions and dangers of the cisgender heterosexual world by rooting oneself more deeply into the queer one.

And you can always do that. No matter how oppressed we are. No matter how much the culture shifts and policies are enacted to terrorize us. We are always able to be ourselves when we are amongst each other. And living our queerness has always been a collective social project, not just a matter of personal exposure.

I'm brewingg

Idk when imma do this but I want to start a series but I have like no au ideas so help me out a bit!

After a good week I start picking animes to do and the first few chapters!

Coco's Thinking now

I got a whole stalker Deku fic in the drafts not even wrote like that, like somebody give me ideas on how to make people creepy because watching you and cassie from euphroe aint hitting it

My Zuzu!

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Let talk about how Izuku would be the perfect boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. Like forgot Bakugo tough but soft love and Kirishima gym rat love and look at how Zuku is like total boyfriend material!

-- Izuku who when he first discovers your pretty face quickly asks you about your quirk and backstory even how you got your hero suit designed! Writing everything you say with a quickness, but he doesn't even notice himself writing notes about your appearance like how your lip pucker when in thought, your eyes simmer when you talk about your favorite thing about your hero design, and how quickly your face animates itself to a new emotion every few sentences. After meeting him he makes a huge effort to get to know you besides your quirk and heroic morals he wants to know everything about you even things about your parents (he used those facts for when you start dating)

-- Izuku after months of being your friend fighting alongside you and you tending to some of his scars he starts to have more unfriendly thoughts about, and no not any freaky stuff more of he hates how you laugh at every flirty joke Denki makes or how he love that you fuss over him and his recklessness he just eats up every new hairstyle you get, every new shoe, new dress he just hasss to complement you making you smiles at him so hard he blushes under that gaze you give him. Too bad it took practically a whole pregnancy for him to confess!

-- Izuku would when makes dates makes sure he gets everything perfect from a small date to a cafe he gets you a tiny allmight keychain as a momentum, dates at the aquarium? a jellyfish plushie is in your arms by the end of shark's exhibit, a concert for the two of you favorite band? Oh, baby got a favor from Bakugo to get you their new album. He makes sure any cuddle dates are so cozy and warm so you can't leave his arms; with pillow forts and fresh popcorn and a cute Disney movie with his strong arms around you warming you up nicely. Izuku who covers you up in his bed is you fall asleep fist and gets one of his allmight plushie and places it in your arms

-- Izuku who is always touching you doesn't matter if it's your leg on his thigh or his hand holding your pinky, he just needs to touch you if you're going to be close to him but what about far away? He has a whole keychain of allmight that everyone knows is his and he attaches it onto your bag and boom now everyone even your teachers know your " Zuzu Baby"

-- Speaking of Zuzu baby, he loves pet names and since his name Izuku has about fifty names in it you choose ' Zuzu' which when you first called him it he face reddens a bit since you always gotta call him babe or baby he naturally registers his name to be Zuzu. He's a boy who doesn't care if his friends hear you call him this name because you call him it out of love and he can't ask for more, I mean your his baby what the need to go getting mad because you didn't call him Midoriya he doesn't even call you by your real name you baby, pretty boy/girl, beautiful, pretty, anything he could think of that remind him of your called it

-- Now even though he's soft he ain't no punk he just doesn't really get bothered by mean commets anymore (he was quirkless majority of his childhood this dude got more thick skin than Bakugo) he just laughs awkwardly and when alone he talks all his shit

" And Bakugo gonna call me useless!?"

" Nooo baby why you didn't say nothing?"

" He got kidnapped and nobody wanted to save him but Kiri! I would be pissed everyday too"

" Omg! Izu stop!"

-- Like Zuzu is messy also he was a quite kid y'all so when you thought he wasn't listening HE WAS, and since your if s/o then bookie he is talking so much shit and gossip with you to the point you look at him differently like where did my softy go? He just said he would whoop Todoroki's ass if he called him a mutt

" Baby really?"

" It'll take a while but I could!"

" Shoto? The fire and ice combo package?? You could whoop his ass?"

" If I was called a mutt! He'll have two scars"

Yea... he talks too much but, he gonna back it up especially if it was about you. He cares about your mental a lot so if you ever tell him you're feeling a bit down simply because a hoe talking shit, he got 508 Instagram accounts to troll them, and you'll never know

-- Izuku who is only a boy so sometimes that cute miniskirt gets the gears in his head turning, in his room right behind the hero journal he got a little book filled with drawings of you so detailed it almost creepy, a small page of you drawn in many lewd styles. Every make out session you feel hi hand twitch trying to stop himself from touching our hips or to fondle your chest when you cuddle

-- Izuku who when the time is right will show you, he isn't just Zuzu baby all the time his mind evreytime you change clothes wondering what will happen if he takes a peek at your naked form?

-- 'That'll never happen though, Izuku is too much of a sweetheart to be a perv right?' You think looking at him scribble in his book today you're in his room studying, you ask to see his book and he blushes shaking his head and hides the page from. After a few minutes he gets up to go to the bathroom now your chance!

Getting up from your spot you take a peek at the page and it just a drawing of you listening to music from earlier with cute love notes along the side, smiling you hide the page again not looking at the page behind it with you drawn with your tits out glistening in the sun.

We love Zuzu!