✁𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 : 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

note: this fic is inspired by the song ‘me and my husband’ by mitski!

word count: 509

warning(s): slight cussing, mentions of abuse

A loud knocking erupted throughout the room, causing the girl to jolt awake. With blurry eyes she peered at her clock and scoffed when she saw what time it read- 3:32 am. Who the hell was knocking on her door at this time? She groaned as she swung her bare legs over the side of the bed, the knocking growing more and more frequent.

“Yes I’m coming!” She snapped as she pushed open her bedroom door, stumbling slightly through her apartment.

‘I swear, if this is some prank I’m gonna be pissed’ She thought to herself as she finally reached her front door and she pulled it open, ready to yell at the teenager on the other side. However, that wasn’t the case.

“M-misa?” She stuttered out, ushering the girl inside immediately. Misa looked like a total wreck if she was being honest. Her mascara was smudged, black trails streaming down her pale face. Her bright eyes puffy. She had been crying by the looks of things, and that just made her more concerned.

“What happened?” (Y/N) asked softly as she steered the girl towards her couch, and soft sobs erupted from her red lips. You see, the two were best friends- had been for many years now, and they were always there for each other. (Y/N) had her back when her parents were killed, and Misa was there for her whenever she experienced any issues. And safe to say over their years of friendship, the h/c haired girl had accumulated quite a big crush on her close friend.

“Light!” Was all Misa could say as she threw herself against (Y/N)’s chest, her cries filling the small apartment. Oh and another thing, (Y/N) absolutely hated Light. He was a self absorbed prick who was using Misa for her loyalty and powers- and that pissed her off.

“What did he do this time?” She whispered as she rubbed her friends back, and she finally calmed down enough to form a simple sentence.

“H-he called me an idiot with a painted face, who was good for nothing but entertainment. He kicked me out!” Misa exclaimed as she rubbed at her tear stained cheeks- and (Y/N) could feel the anger bubbling inside her. He was always mistreating her: hell, she’d even call it abuse. But Misa refused to leave. With a sigh, (Y/N) jumped up from the couch and reached a hand towards her blonde friend.

“C’mon, I’ll get you some clean clothes. Go have a shower and you can crash here tonight” She mumbled as she pointed towards her bathroom, and Misa sent her a small smile.

“Thank you” The blonde whispered, and she placed a soft kiss on her cheek before heading into the bathroom. All (Y/N) could do was watch silently as she disappeared, cussing at herself when she heard the shower turn on. Misa would never leave his side, that much was certain. She was doomed to watch as her best friend…the love of her live was destroyed. To Misa- she was loved, that was all that mattered.

~ reaper vulnerability HC ~

I can't get this out of my head today, so I'm gonna spend some minutes writing some quick drabbles for my current two fave reapers 🙈 (and also sneakily introduce two OCs of mine I suppose!)

William

William closed the door behind him, and let out a breath. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he felt utter relief flow through him to be home. Of course, William would never in a million years allow himself to not do his work properly, nor would he let himself get distracted and let tiredness bring his performance down...

But that had been a pretty awful day, and the overtime had only made it worse.

Hearing footsteps approach from down the hall made him put on a neutral face and straighten back up. Pretending he had been doing nothing more but take his coat off and store his bag where it belonged, William turned to find Arabella walk over with a smile.

"Can't believe they gave you overtime," Arabella commented. "I missed you."

Her hand reached out to him, and William fought against the feelings this gesture brought on. There was something in the relief of being home, of the day being over, that stirred something within him from a long forgotten past, a trauma of mortality's long days...

But his brain wouldn't let the memories spring forth, so he couldn't address them nor make them go away.

He just felt... sad.

Stressed.

Tired.

And Arabella... was a light among a darkness he feared would consume him. So he knew that when he took a step forwards, reaching out his own hand to her... well... he knew he wouldn't be able to let go.

The couple had come up with this greeting themselves. William leaned down to allow her to place her fingertips on the side of his frames, whilst he did the same for her. A vulnerable position to be in for a reaper, as it was so easy for their glasses to be taken off then, leaving them blind and incapable of fighting back. To some, to those in love, it was a gesture meant to briefly show trust and allow closeness. Arabella usually leaned in to touch her forehead against his too, but that was only in private.

That day, the normal, gentle, greeting between the two was exactly what William needed... and he didn't want it to stop. It allowed him to focus on something other than his day. It allowed him... to relax.

So when she went to pull away after only a few seconds, which normally was just the right amount of closeness for William... William followed along so her forehead and fingers could not leave his form.

Surprised, considering she was doing this quickly to respect William's boundaries and issues with touch, Arabella stared at him with parted lips of confusion - then worry.

He breathed out a shaky breath, closed his eyes, and even placed his hand on her waist to bring her even closer.

"Will-"

"No..." he whispered. "Just... Stay close tonight, please."

"Always, big guy," she whispered back, heart concerned for him, but loving and trusting him enough that after he was soothed, he would tell her what was wrong... and she would do whatever it took to help him.

Ronald

Ronald watched her laugh at one of his stories. He would usually join her, share in the joy of relaxing together after one of his shifts... But this time, all he could do was admire her.

She was relaxed. Happy.

Because of him.

Calming, her body's joy drew her closer to him; closer to the source of her happiness. Arms reached out to him, and he watched as she curled up against his side. Resting her chin on his chest, she looked up at him, pupils dilated whilst she admired his features.

Mmmm.... this was what he enjoyed the most. Her clear attraction to him, her pure admiration of him... He leaned down to capture her lips, but instead she parted hers in a question: "Will you still love me? When... when I'm not young anymore. Not... not beautiful anymore."

He blinked in confusion. Had Avery not just noticed his pure admiration for her? Was she truly not aware of the fact that all he needed from her to feel in love, was her attention... her smile...

"Why are you asking me that?" Ronald captured her hand in his, intertwining their fingers and letting them rest on his chest.

"I realised you won't age... When I was younger, and I'd see you at work..." Her sentence died out, but Ronald gave her some time to find her words, squeezing her hand for comfort. "When I saw you at my mother's funeral, you looked the same. When I saw you as a child, you did too. You do not age."

Her eyes looked away from his face. "Why would you love me if I am twice your age?"

"Hun, you realize I'm probably twice your age already, right?" he chuckled.

Her frown did not disappear. So... he tried a different tactic.

He lifted her hand up to his glasses.

He pressed her fingertips against the frames of his spectacles, and closed his eyes. There was a milisecond of fear, then it all faded away into pure, blissful, trust.

"Aye... Ronald? What are you doing?" she asked. When he opened his eyes, he found her staring at him with a quirked brow.

"I told you we can't see without our glasses, right?" Ronald asked.

She nodded her head, still frowning.

He pressed her fingerstips tighter against his frames. "Well, you'd be the only mortal... the only person I'd let this close to my biggest weakness." He smiled down at her. "That's not changing just because you age a little. You're still you when you're older., darling. I'll still love you."

The words' meaning slowly registered within Avery, who hoisted herself up to sit in his lap, knees on either side of his hips. His eyes watched her behind those glasses, hands resting on her waist with no intention of letting go of her.

Avery kept her fingers on his frames whilst his hands roamed the warmth between her legs. Two individuals from different realms holding each other, and touching the other in their individually most intimate of parts... intertwining to show their honest love for each other despite such vast differences.

also, this is the moment where I got my headcanon from 🤭 the animators had no right making that so romantic, just saying