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CN Lucifer x reader. Fluff. Bit of angst. No major trigger warnings.

He stared at his own name, a rumble in his stomach and a distinct pressure deep in the back of his skull signaling yet another headache. He'd been staring for a while, sick of the way the lines of his handwriting curved and flattened out, curved and flattened out.

If he had to sign one more paper, open one more file, he'd throw it all away and walk to the other end of the Devildom.

At least, that's what Lucifer dreamt about as he sighed and finally continued his work.

Lucifer Morningstar. Stamp. Lucifer Morningstar. Stamp. Lucifer Morningstar. Stamp.

It was the easiest part of his day and yet the most tedious. It left room for thinking. Contemplating. Yearning.

Room for the idea of more than a life bound to a desk, his quill his best friend, coffee his most important partner.

Because while Lucifer was known for his work ethic, praised for his accomplishments, admired for his discipline - millennia of work were not what he had always pictured for himself.

Sure. He couldn't really help it. Between his Pride, his oath to the Prince and the havoc his brothers wrought - what choice did he have?

But sometimes, in moments of quiet like this, he wondered what it would be like. To have some free time. To not have the highlight of his day be the glass of demonus and a few mellow tunes from a cursed record right before bed.

Speaking of quiet... Why was the HOL so still? The only sound to be heard the crackling of fire - and the knock on his door.

"You may come in." A knot of anxiety formed in his stomach: Would it be Mammon bringing in more dept? Or Satan bringing in more guilt? Might it be Barbatos with another stack of paperwork?

The knot was quickly untied by little bats, fluttering about within him, as you stuck your head into his study.

"They're all in their rooms, studying...or pretending to", you proclaimed, knowing very well he was expecting bad news.

"I thought you could use a break."

Your soft smile was all Lucifer needed to snap out of his misery. At least for now.

"Do you want to go into town with me? There's this flea market that should be open for another few hours."

He looked down at the last two documents that required his signature. Maybe there could be more. Maybe just a bit.

At least, he could see a flimmer of it in your eyes, as you beckoned him to join you.

* like a good neighbor ｡

- character(s): midoriya izuku x gn!reader. - word count: 1.1k+ - additional tag(s): pro hero deku, kind of a meet cute? - warning(s): very brief violence mention; deku breaks into your apartment.

A piercing scream drives a knife through Izuku’s slumber.

His body moves faster than his mind, jolting to life despite the sleepy stupor that clouds his brain. He nearly trips as he struggles to untangle his limbs from his bedsheets, already stumbling into his living room before the mental gears begin to turn, and he realizes he doesn’t even know where he is going.

Another shriek, this one longer and more desperate, answers his question, and Izuku feels a strike of terror when he realizes that the sound is coming from the adjacent wall.

It’s you.

The two of you haven’t even formally met, haven’t even laid eyes on each other, but he has noticed the way that the previously vacant unit next to his apartment has been thrumming with life for the past couple of days.

The whir of your blender in the morning, the liveliness of late night tv shows, the one-sided conversation of a phone call, all muffled signs from the other side of his wall that his space is a little less lonelier than before.  

He had intentions to introduce himself days ago, when he initially noticed the new welcome mat that had been laid in front of the apartment door. It is a pretty pastel with a greeting on it and, still adjusting the sleeves of his hero suit, he had briefly pondered what its owner looked like as he departed to his agency.

Now, standing in front of that same doormat under these circumstances, its cuteness seems almost foreboding.

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[9:12 PM] Kageyama Tobio

wc: 800

warnings/content: fluff

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“Tobio, it’s cold,” you complain. 

“It’s winter.” 

You pout. “Okay, and?” 

Silence. 

“Tobio, I’m cold.” 

More silence. 

“TOBIO!” 

“I told you to bring an extra jacket,” he says as he wraps his own scarf around your neck. “You can’t have my jacket.” 

“You’re mean,” you grumble, shrinking your neck to dip as much of your face as you can into his scarf. 

He hums in distant acknowledgement. 

Tobio’s always been awkward but you figure the years of dating and living together would have knocked that out of him. For the past few weeks however, it’s like he’s regressed to his high school state of socialization. 

It’s also been a little strange that homebody Tobio has finally been taking hints with the yelp screenshots you’ve been sending for years and taking you to dinners at nice restaurants you have been wanting to try. At least he has a professional athlete salary and sponsorships to keep this lifestyle up, you suppose. 

“Did you enjoy dinner?” 

A soft grunt. 

“Did you like it more than the last place?” 

A hum. 

“Well, I liked the place we went to last week more.” 

Silence. 

You stop and Tobio doesn’t seem to notice. He keeps walking, face to the ground, deep in thought. 

You let him get about 10 steps away before you’ve had it. With his track record of ignoring you for the past month, you figure he’d get all the way home before even noticing that he left you in the cold. 

“Tobio!” You emphasize your frustration with a childish little stomp of your boots on the pavement. 

He startles and turns around. “Why are you all the way back there?” rushing back over to you and mumbling a quiet apology. He grabs your hand and begins walking again, but you stay rooted to your spot. You yank your hand away and cross your arms over your chest. 

“I’m not moving until you tell me what’s on your mind.” 

Tobio looks around and says, “can we not do this here?” 

“I’m not embarrassed about making a scene out in public if that’s what it takes for my boyfriend to tell me why he’s been such a bad boyfriend recently!” 

He blinks a bit at that, as if the thought of being a bad boyfriend has only just occurred to him. You watch the expressions fly across his face; first a furrowed brow and open mouth to rebut, then a pause as if he remembers all the dinner dates he was in outer space for, then resignation with a sigh and one hand running down his face. 

“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll tell you, but at home. It’s not good for us to do this outside when you’re already freezing.” 

Despite his gentler tone, it does nothing to soothe the unease. Does Tobio maybe… want to break up? If that was really it, you think it’d be better to do it at home, away from prying eyes anyway. 

You nod, lips wobbling a bit. Tobio flashes you a slight smile, one of the firsts you’ve seen in weeks. You don’t know if it makes you want to cry or smile back at him. 

“C’mon,” he says as he once again reaches for your hand. This time, you allow him to guide your frigid fingers into his coat pocket where they brush against something hard. 

Still in his pocket, you unwind your fingers from his and feel for the item again. Feels like a velvet box. 

Tobio freezes. 

You wind your hands around the box, thumbs beginning to drift over the divot in the box. 

Tobio grabs your wrist and yanks it out of his pocket, just before you can close your fist over the item. You’re staring at your empty hand that was ejected from his pockets, semi-comprehending the situation.

When you return your gaze to Tobio, his face is red and it’s not from the cold. The flush reaches down to his neck before being hidden by his turtleneck; you suspect it reaches all the way to his sternum, like it does when you’re in bed together. 

“Tobio…” 

One of his hands is rubbing the back of his neck and his eyes are averted. You reach up and cup the reddest part of his neck. The cool from your fingertips jolts him and he meets your eyes with his comically widened ones. 

“Is that what I think it is?” 

“No! Well, maybe. I- uh.” 

“Is that what all these fancy dinners were about?” 

Every question you ask seems to make your large, 6’2” boyfriend shrink before your eyes. He lets out a large exhale. “This is why I wanted to do this at home.” 

You giggle a bit and let him go. Content that you’ve figured out what has been bothering your boyfriend and excited for what was waiting for you at home, you skip down the path towards your shared place. “C’mon, Tobio! Let’s go home. Can you believe I thought you were going to break up with me?” you laugh. 

This time, it’s you who notices that Tobio’s footsteps aren’t following you anymore. You turn around, about to urge your silly boyfriend to walk faster so you can get your present that’s at least a month in the making. 

Only to find Tobio on one knee.

cw: fluff with minimal angst, reader and tsumu had an argument, msby4 is there, food mentions, probably bad writing like i just wrote this but i can't remember what i actually wrote which is a little alarming..., unedited and not proofread :,)

<bokuto3: hi it's atsumu

<bokuto3: WHY DOES BOKKUN HAVE YOUR CONTACT AS '<y/n3'?????? OUTRAGEOUS.

<bokuto3: anyways hi it's atsumu

<bokuto3: i miss u :( pls unblock me asap i'm sorry baby please i really am

<bokuto3: please don't be mad at me i thikn i'm lodsing my mind

<bokuto3: call me back. or text me back. unbloc k my email too thanx

<bokuto3: okay bye i luv u to the moon and back

<bokuto3: i'd do anything for u baby pls jyst talk to me again and i'd even swallow hot coals if you asked pls pls pls

<bokuto3: i love you

<bokuto3: i love you

<bokuto3: i love you

<bokuto3: i love you

you: give bokuto his phone back. get back to practice. bye.

<bokuto3: LOVE OF MY LIFE

<bokuto3: NO Y/N PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH DON'T GO

you pocket your phone with a sigh, ignoring the way it continually buzzes with with messages and spam texts, probably just of atsumu professing his undying love for you and grovelling. pretty standard of him after an argument so intense that you had to walk out on before things escalated to places you would regret.

you can't deny that you miss him too, and it's been less than 24 hours since you saw him last.

in fact, you literally saw him this morning when sending him off to practice with a grumbled 'have a good practice' after he kissed over your forehead with a lightness rivalling a feather. a gentleness typically unseen from him.

really, the blond setter was just terrified of irritating you further.

then when you got up half an hour later, you're not pleased to see how atsumu was spamming you with messages, all conveying the messages he was scared of saying earlier. things like 'i love you', 'can't wait to go home to you', or 'did you see the photo of osamu's cat i sent'.

it's sweet, really; he is, but when you're still a little hurt from the harsh exchange you had last night, you didn't want him blowing up your phone this early in the morning.

so your only solution for a peaceful morning was to block him apparently.

something that clearly did not sit well with him because he then started spamming your socials and your emails with protests. did he not have practice to get to? where was all this time coming from?

you blocked him on those platforms too from the goodness of your heart because you had a feeling that he was skipping warmup in order to text you. if he pulled a muscle during practice, you don't want to begin imagining what a pain he'd be to look after.

glancing around the park you were currently strolling through to clear your mind, you only get a second to breathe when your phone starts buzzing again. this time, with a call notification from bokuto.

picking up, you immediately assume that it's atsumu who is bothering you after suffering the blows of how hard you've been ghosting him.

"atsumu for the love of-"

you're cut off of your own sentence when you hear somewhat muffled voices in the background.

"damn you messed up big time!" comes hinata's bubbly voice. you can indistinctly hear someone agreeing in the background- bokuto?

"stop rubbing it in!" atsumu exclaims, whining. you can picture him in your head right now, slouching against the wall as he deflates with each reminder of his mistake.

bokuto must have pocket-dialed you. you're about to hang up until you hear:

"how about you stop being miserable? your relationship with y/n will be fine as long as you apologise, this isn't the end of the world," lectures sakusa.

"for you maybe! ah already feel like y/n's slipping away from my grasp," cries your boyfriend. "and y/n is my world. so really, it does feel like the end of the world."

"you know what they say. love kills," mutters bokuto.

"literally no one has ever said that," sakusa deadpans.

"someone's probably said it."

"well if love does kill can it hurry up with atsumu?"

the dark-haired's simple statement makes you laugh, one that bursts suddenly before you have to cover your mouth from shame, hoping that it didn't disturb anyone.

"hey!" atsumu huffs before you can hear him groan dramatically again. except something's telling you that this isn't for show. "can't ya show a little sympathy to the guy who is having the worst time of his life? my partner doesn't even want to talk to me! i might as well rot right here and now."

"don't do that!" protests bokuto. "i'm sure y/n isn't as mad as you think. just talk to-"

"-what do you think i've been doing this whole time? i've been grovelling-"

"-no, you've been a bitch. i don't think telling y/n to 'text you back' counts as a proper apology."

the setter 'hmphs' and you can imagine the way he's crossing his arms. atsumu never did lose that immature side of him, but he tries, and you adore him for it. "is proclaiming my love not enough?"

"you can say 'i love you' to everyone, idiot, and you can confess your undying adoration for y/n any time. you do it on a regular basis anyways, atsumu, you don't need to double down on it just because you had an argument-"

"-but i'm scared that y/n will forget!"

the blond's outburst stuns everyone into silence. you hear a sniffle.

"what if i'm not worth the time? sometimes i get really scared that y/n might pack up and leave me because there's someone better out there. someone more patient and less of a hassle?"

it's so painfully silent, but each word that atsumu mutters is like a knife to your heart. how long has he felt this way?

hinata is the first to break the awkwardness. "c'mon man, you're literally high school sweethearts. i don't think you have anything to worry about."

"yeah, you're being silly right now, tsum-tsum!" bokuto agrees. "after all this time together, i think y/n has a reason to stay with you!"

"apart from my dashing good looks?"

"stupidity is temporary. get better soon," sakusa grumbles.

"omi-omi you're so mean!"

you hang up the call when you hear atsumu's chirpy tone again, unable to stop a smile from appearing on your own face. so long as he was happy, you were too.

that's what happens when you're soulmates, you suppose.

it's the same soulmate bond responsible for the fact that you were currently waiting outside the gym where msby practices were held, impatiently leaning against a small pole as you pass time on your phone.

then, just as you look up to check if anyone has left the building, your heart stops at the sight of a familiar faux-blond, animatedly chatting to one of his teammates. but when he meets your gaze, it takes him less than a fraction of a second to charge towards you.

instead of bracing for impact, you open your arms for him to tackle into, an offer he takes immediately.

as you both stumble backwards from the momentum, atsumu revels in your laughter and cherishes the feeling he gets knowing that everything is okay between you two. you chose to greet him after practice, you chose to go the somewhat inconvenient route all the way to his gym, you chose him and he hopes you never consider another option again.

and you won't. atsumu loves too hard and too well, warming you from the inside out to defrost any pain the coldness of life might leave you with. although he sometimes gets insecure about this overbearing trait of his, you get to show him each time just how beautiful it is; to wear your heart on your sleeve and love the world for what it is.

to love you for who you are.

"i'm sorry," he begins. "for what ah said last night, i was a real dick."

you smile. "well if you're really sorry, you'd let me take you out for some food, right?"

"only if it's your favourite."

"okay, sap. let's go then."

you think you hear atsumu whisper a 'thank you for letting me love you' before pulling him away.

"Does it seem like something's up with Yamaguchi?" the third years ask each other as they watch him sulk out of the gym.

"He hasn't been himself lately," Ennoshita confirms. Others are about to add their own observations when Kageyama cuts in.

"It's cuz he got dumped."

"Bakeyama! You didn't have to say it like that!" scolds Hinata and the setter gives him a derisive look.

"But it's true."

Hinata throws a bottle at him. "You could be more considerate!"

"You can't even spell considerate," he snaps, launching a ball in Hinata's direction. The second and third years gather on a water break watching the devolving spectacle of first years but it's not the fighting pair that holds most of their attention.

It's Tsukishima.

The blonde, who's normally adding salt to the wounds Hinata and Kageyama inflict on each other, is sitting in a far corner of the gym arms wrapped around knees pulled up to his chest.

"Do you think..." murmurs Asahi. Tsukishima gets up and silently leaves: the third and second years exchange worried glances.

"Door for you, honey," your mom calls upstairs and you reluctantly trudge down to see

"Tsukishima." You scowl. "What are you doing here?"

Standing on your porch in his practice clothes he looks oddly...humbled. "I need to talk to you."

"About what?" You cross your arms without inviting him in.

"Yamaguchi." He has trouble meeting your eye as he carefully chooses his words. "Why did you break up with him?"

Your eyes narrow. "Because of you, obviously." He had the decency to blush even if it's faint. "I can't stand you or being around you."

"But you weren't dating me-"

"Obviously, smartass," you snap, the pent-up emotion rushing out. "But I was dating your best friend and I couldn't stand being around you. So rather than forcing the guy I'm in love with to choose between me and his best friend I ended it. I wouldn't give him an ultimatum!"

"And you think I would?!" he demands, angry at the implication.

"Of course you would! Because rather than admit you actually care about Yamaguchi or, heaven forbid, acknowledge that he's your best friend, you put him in a terrible position!"

Tsukishima's jar clenches as his own words echo in his mind.

If I'm that upsetting then just don't be around me any more.

You admonishingly shake your head. "You know, the jaded attitude doesn't actually protect yourself from getting hurt, you're just ensuring that it happens."

You graciously give him a long minute to answer but he doesn't.

You're not surprised.

"Be grateful that Yamaguchi thinks you're good enough to be friends with him." You give him one last hard look before closing the door without a goodbye.

Sugawara strolls down the first years' hall... No intention to intervene, he's just curious... And he catches a glimpse of Tsukishima talking to Yamaguchi. It gives the veteran setter a glimmer of hope that his kouhai are working things out, whatever's going on between them.

You're more bothered by Tsukishima's visit yesterday than you'd like to admit. It's been hard enough denying yourself the joy of being with Yamaguchi but seeing him today after the blonde's visit has made the hole in your chest burn. You can't even focus to get your shoes on.

All you want to do is get out of this miserable school and your stupid fingers won't cooperate! You're about to give up and walk home barefoot when there's a timid call of your name.

You take slow, easy breaths as he walks up. "Hey Tadashi..." you gulp, trying to hold your voice steady, "what's up?"

He's red under his freckles and looks...jittery. "Tsuki told me he talked to you."

Your eyes widen; now you're jittery. "He...He did?"

Yamaguchi nods with a gulp like he's holding himself back. "Y-Yeah. He said I should talk to you...because maybe breaking up with me wasn't...wasn't what you really wanted?"

"It's not," you whisper despite the promise to yourself not to make Tadashi choose.

He smiles and takes a tentative step forward. "Do you...Do you want to be together again?" When you don't respond he rubs the back of his neck, misreading the silence. "S-Sorry...maybe I should've--"

"Stop being stupid." Tsukishima comes around the corner. Anger flares in your belly and you prepare to rip him apart for being such an asshole to Tadashi but he's looking

At you.

Your words start to snarl but Yamaguchi sternly cuts him off.

"Tsuki. That's the opposite of an apology."

Surprise wipes the anger from your face.

"Sorry." Tsukishima gives you a flat look...it's not expressly apologetic but it's not openly hostile. "I'm going to work on my attitude."

Hinata and Kageyama sprint past screaming like feral children and Tsukishima amends "my attitude toward you two."

Yamaguchi snickers and the sound feels like sunshine and raindrops in your chest. He grins when he sees you smiling.

"I love you, Tadashi."

The greenette's eyes pop and he flushes a bright red as Tsukishima smirks.

He mutters "told you so" and dances out of the way when you swat at him. "See you at practice," he says with the hint of a smile as he strolls off to practice.

Yamaguchi tenderly takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

"I love you, too."

a/n: this is just something silly lol based off of a reddit post i saw bout about how someone’s bf blinks at them like a cat to show affection <3

kenma read about it once in a book; the way that cats express their love. he thought it was cute. the way they show their belly, purr a little bit more, slowly blink at their favorite person. small, subtle; powerful. a sign of complete trust. like he said, it was cute.

but he never thought he’d adapt it into his own love language. didn’t think that slowly blinking his eyes at you meant anything at all besides getting lost in your beauty. he hardly even recognized he was doing it, in fact. until you pointed it out.

he tried to deny it at first, somewhat embarsssed that he was showing affection the same way a cat would. if only his old classmates at nekoma knew, they’d have a field day with him.

but his perspective changed the night he took you to one of his work parties; the kind that had him stuffed into a suit and feeling like a fish out of water. he’s used to it by now, of course, but he’d much rather be curled up with you at home rather than trying to network with potential investors.

he met your eye from across the room. you had gone to get drinks while he was standing in a small group that wouldn’t stop talking. the moment your eyes met his, you started the slow blink — fluttering your lashes while the softest smile formed on your face.

warmth filled him, the simple yet silly gesture had all of his nerves quiet down. all lingering negativity vanished. he felt himself return the look. so subtle that no one could ever tell you were practically screaming your declarations of love across the room. no, it was your shared little secret.