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undercoveravenger · 11 months

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Put to Rest

Pairing: Beelzebub x GN!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “Hi. How you doing? I read your “can’t sleep without you” post for Mammon and I was wondering if you could possible do something similar like that but with Beelzebub?”

A/N: SPOILERS FOR LESSON 15-16!!!! (Please by all means send in more requests for Beel - I love him with all my heart)

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While you had only been in the Devildom for a few months, your time living in the House of Lamentation meant you were no longer a stranger to waking up to company when you were sure you’d fallen asleep alone. Asmo had slipped into bed with you more times than you could count, Mammon had awoken next to you claiming he “must have sleep-walked in here and fallen back asleep” next to you, and you couldn’t even be surprised anymore when you woke up with Belphie curled up beside you, sleeping peacefully. There was something different about tonight though.

When you had woken up this time though, it wasn’t to Belphie’s peaceful breathing or to Mammon’s snoring or to Asmo’s persistent snuggling, it was to a firm weight pressing against you, heavy enough to restrict your movement and limit your breathing, but not enough to be claustrophobic. You squirmed a bit, craning your neck to be able to catch a glimpse of your surprise bedfellow.

It was hard to make out much detail in the dim lighting, but you were able to pick out a bit of copper hair poking out from under your blanket.

“Beel?” you murmur softly, trying not to wake him, but more than a little surprised to see the Avatar of Gluttony in bed with you since he’d never been among your nighttime visitors in the past.

His arms tighten around you as you speak, the blankets shifting as he lifts his head to look at you. His pretty violet eyes are bright and alert - he has clearly been awake the whole time.

“Sorry,” Beel says, shifting to lay beside you rather than on top of you. “I couldn’t sleep and Belphie said you wouldn’t mind if I came in here.”

A yawn escapes you as you sit up, scrubbing a hand over your eyes as you prepare yourself to kick off the covers and head down to the kitchen, mind racing as you think of something quick that would satisfy a bottomless stomach like Beel’s. “Yeah, it’s fine. You wanted me to make you something to eat, right?”

He shakes his head, arm curling tighter around you. “‘m not hungry.”

“You’re… not hungry?” Alright, now you’re worried. “Are you feeling okay?” You press the back of your hand to his forehead to check for a fever. You’re not really sure if demons can get sick, but if Beel isn’t hungry-

His eyes drop, intently studying the fabric of your pillows like he can’t bear to look you in the eyes. “I can’t sleep because I can’t stop thinking about what happened today.”

Right- when Belphie had attacked you. Killed you? Killed a version of you? Even if you were fine now, you suppose it really wouldn’t change what had happened earlier - that he would have seen his brother kill you.

“It’s okay,” you reach out to cup his face in your hand. You can’t help but smile as he shifts, leaning further into your palm. “I’m okay.”

He finally meets your eyes, more serious than you’ve ever seen him. “I should have stopped him- I should’ve done something. I never thought Belphie would have done something like that-”

“I didn’t think he would either when I let him out of the attic,” you reply, slowly settling back down and relaxing back against your pillows. Something about having Beel curled up next to you, voice soft and soothing and warmth radiating off him the way it always does, has your eyelids starting to drift closed again, “And I know he regrets it and wouldn’t ever do something like that again.” You shrug sleepily, curling up against Beel, “I forgive him. And I don’t hold it against any of you guys that it happened.”

Beel stays quiet, holding you close as you fall back asleep even as he gets lost in thought.

He’s not really a worrier most of the time. He knows he will never have to worry about having a roof over his head or food to eat. He knows he and his brothers are strong enough to handle whatever comes their way. But while he had always been confident in his brothers’ strength, he had never thought of it as a bad thing before. Not until today, when he’d had to watch Belphie use his strength to hurt you.

Sure, he knows you’re right and that Belphie would never hurt you again, but seeing it had shaken him to his core. He’d known he liked you since you arrived, but he hadn’t ever really thought about how much you meant to him until he almost lost you. Now though, with you sleeping soundly tucked up against his side, he can feel the soft shifting of your breathing and the gentle thump-thump-thump of your heart where your back is pressed up against his chest and he knows that he would do whatever it takes to keep you safe and by his side. For the first time since you had been hurt, Beel finally feels his muscles start to relax and sleep begin to creep up on him. With you in his arms, he finally feels like his worries have been put to rest.

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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no time to waste — the reader is an anxious overthinker, who believes uhtred could never love them back. good thing uhtred is well-versed in sneaking around and keeping quiet when he notices that they are confessing to hild. word count: 1.3k words tw: overthinking, anxiety, gn!reader a/n: i don't post any fanfic for well over a few months and i come back with uhtred of bebbanburg? please excuse me. i love this man. also, don't @ me for disappearing. i'm sorry. life happens and it sucks. k, bye. that's all.

“i love him.”

the words spilled from your lips before you could even think to stop them. hild stopped what she was doing, slowly glancing up at you. she had suspected as much, but she never was for certain. it was one thing she had thought for months. however, it wasn't her place. she wasn't about to tell you how you felt. that was for you to figure out, and maybe at some point, tell her about it.

the nun pursed her lips, but eventually closed her eyes and softly sighed.

“then you must tell him.”

“tell him?”

your eyes were wide at the thought of telling uhtred of bebbanburg that you loved him. how could you?

he had lost so much, because of love and because of the whims of the soul—would the dane even give you a second glance? would he even show a sliver of interest in your saxon heart?

no, he wouldn’t.

you clenched your jaw. anything was possible. uhtred and his warriors had proven that on more than one occasion. but would it be the same with you? could anything happen to you? would he truly believe that you loved him?

most importantly, would he love you back?

hild leaned against the table, reaching out to take ahold of your hand.

“you must. life is too short. the good lord has shown us time and time again. tell him before it is too late for either of you,” she said, a soft smile adorning her features. "our hearts are made for love. we are not made to live life alone. i chose to give my love to god. but you... you should give your love to uhtred. i know you love him dearly. i've seen it for so long."

she was right. you knew it. but a part of you didn’t want to admit it.

life was short. you had lost so many people—neighbors, friends, almost every member in your own family. and you knew that it was the same for uhtred. if anything, he would understand that life was short. he saw warriors die more often than not. warriors that fought alongside him for so long only to die at the hand of a dane, or a saxon, or deadly flu. no one knew their end—no one knew when the love of their life would never wake up, staying asleep in perpetual darkness for the rest of eternity.

“what if he doesn’t feel the same?” you asked, pulling your hand away from the woman as anxiety pitted itself in your stomach.

you often had a problem with overthinking. today was no different for you.

“i think you’d be in for a surprise if you were to just speak to him,” she said. “if anything, it would do you some good to talk to him, even if you didn’t confess. you could find where your heart truly is and see if your head could follow it.”

“i know where my heart is… but… uhtred. he…” you trailed off, not watching as hild’s eyes grew wide. you would have continued, burying your face in your hands with a groan.

“uhtred what?”

that oh-so-familiar voice spoke right beside your ear. you flinched, head shooting in his direction, hands nearly slamming on the table underneath them.

the very man of your conversation stood there with that cheeky grin he always had.

“you’ve been talking about me?” he teased, sitting down beside of you and grabbing your cup of ale. “do tell. i’d love to hear it.”

hild silently excused herself, squeezing your shoulder as she passed by.

“i.. we were just… we were just discussing how you will be leaving again soon,” you said, looking up at him. you could feel your cheeks burn from embarrassment, although you didn’t know what you were truly embarrassed about. he didn’t know what you had really been talking about.

he grinned. “i think you’re lying.”

there’s no way he heard, right?

he downed the rest of your ale before he slammed the cup down on the table, his grin unwavering.

“i think it’s time the two of us talked,” he said. “if that’s what you’d like.”

"what would we even talk about?" you blurted. "there is nothing i need to tell you. is there something you've been needing to tell me?"

he raised an eyebrow, hands raised in mock defense.

"y/n, i am not here to interrogate you. i can tell when you're nervous. do i need to rough someone up?"

"what? do i need—no, i don't need you to rough anyone up," you replied, dejected as he continued to not confess his own feelings. if he confessed that he loved you, that would make everything much easier, right? he just needed to say it. then, you could say, i love you, too. uhtred was a psychic—he could read your mind. surely, he could. that would be so simple.

but when had your life ever been that simple?

it was as if the universe decided to throw you into the mud as soon as you were born. they were not about to let up, either.

you stared down at the table, silence floating thickly between the two of you.

uhtred let out a soft sigh. "i heard you," he said.

you paused for a moment.

you misheard him. yes, that was it.

"what?"

"i heard you," he repeated, this time his voice much softer. he brought a hand up to your chin, tilting your head to face him. "i heard what you said to hild."

your eyes began to burn as tears of embarrassment formed. you pursed your lips, eyes trained on his.

"and you did not think to lead with that?" you said, trying to keep your tears at bay. he did not need to see you cry. he already heard your most vulnerable confession. that was enough for one day.

you pulled away from his grasp, standing up in the process.

"y/n—"

"—i understand, my lord. you do not feel the same. you do not need to humor me."

"y/n."

"i will take my leave. we have a journey, and i need to prepare—"

"—y/n."

he stood up with you, hands cupping your cheeks to keep you from talking any more.

"please allow me just a moment to confess, as well," he said, frustration evident on his features.

you swallowed thickly, eyes not meeting his.

"like you said, life is short. the gods do not allow us any warning. they take. they take, and they never give..." he trailed off, his eyes trailing down to your lips. "but at times, they allow us to find the people we need. the people we love."

you paused, eyes darting up to his.

"uhtred?"

"i love you, too. i had planned on telling you in a more... appropriate manner, but as you can see, i needed to tell you before you believed the opposite."

your eyes widened. you did not mishear, this time. you heard him loud and clear.

he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips, restraining himself. he let go of you, giving you a faint smile.

"well, off you go. you do have to prepare for the morning, do you not?"

you froze in your spot, staring up at him in disbelief. without wasting another second, you leaned forward, a hand on the back of his neck. decency be damned—you pressed your lips to his, your lips molding perfectly together as he wrapped an arm around your torso.

your saxon heart had long been taken over by the dane, and you'd never trade it for anything... despite how unsure you were at the beginning of the night. you would have to say something about him eavesdropping, later. but for now, all you could think of was the fact that he was actually kissing you—and it wasn't in your daydreams.

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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Slashers of your choice seeing their s/o in nothing except fishnets , panties , n their bfs shirt ? ^*^

recently got these fishnets n they’re really giving me a confidence boost!!

[ also, if you include any body descriptions could you make the reader curvy/chubby , would really appreciate it :3 ]

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Slashers x GenderNeutral!Reader | (Mild N/SFW 18+) Headcanons

Hey there! Yesss, thank you for the request, I hope you like these HC's! :'D <3

notes; Chubby!Gender Neutral!Reader; Fishnets; Panties; Clothes Sharing; Fluff; Mostly Implicit Sexual Activities. Minors DNI.

Characters: Asa Emory/The Collector; The Sinclair Brothers; Charles Lee Ray/Chucky (Human); Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull.

Asa Emory/The Collector:

It's actually one of those outfits he loves to put you in, so when he sees you wearing it on your own, he's in awe. The way you're wearing one of his turtleneck sweaters and then only some of the fancy lace panties he's bought you and the fishnets he deemed his favourite, revealing all of that skin, drives him crazy.

He immediately goes over to the bed and kneels on it, caging you beneath him with his arms and legs. His eyes are filled with lust and desire for you.

Then he uses one of his hands to keep supporting him, while he caresses you with his other one, starting with your face and especially your lips, before moving on to your chest, your stomach, which he squeezes lovingly, and then your thighs, which spill over the edge of the fishnets just a little. He's mesmerised to say the least.

Bo Sinclair:

He's caught off-guard when he comes home to see you in this little outfit, wearing one of his button-up shirts. You only closed a few buttons, too, leaving your chest and stomach mostly exposed.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't deny the way his breath stutters and his cock stirs in his pants, coming to life pretty instantaneously. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous, just lying in bed, waiting for him like this.

It takes him a moment to actually jump on the bed and kiss you breathless, while he's roaming his hands over your entire body, squeezing and caressing whatever he can reach.

Lester Sinclair:

He doesn't even notice it at first and just goes over to you, greeting you with a lovely kiss and all the happiness and excitement of a puppy dog.

When he does take a good look at you, his mouth falls open and he simply stares at you for a good minute, raking his eyes over you and stammering out a compliment, which makes you chuckle, as you thank him for it with a kiss.

Only when you invite him to lay with you and touch you, does he actually do just that. He lies partially on top of you, cuddling you, as he keeps making out with you sloppily and just touches you all over. You're so soft and gorgeous and the fact that you're wearing one of his shirts in combination with those gorgeous fishnets makes his heart beat so much faster.

Vincent Sinclair:

Due to his mask, his face is unreadable when he sees you, but the way his entire posture changes isn't. He looks surprised, but then it changes just slightly and you know it all too well - he's in love.

He silently asks for permission to touch you, which you grant all too enthusiastically. He's mapping out your body with his hands, looking you over as he does. He's so gentle and touching you like you're something sacred.

When he notices that you're wearing his sweatshirt, he leans in to ask for you to kiss him, which you do - you love feeling his mask against your lips. Then he just lies down beside you and caresses your thighs, sometimes playfully pulling on the fishnets, gently snapping them against your skin.

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky:

Absolutely loves that little outfit you put together there. He smirks at you as he practically saunters over to the bed before straddling you.

He looks you over with lust-filled eyes, chuckling when he realises you're wearing his shirt and comments on how desperate you must be for him.

And then he's all over you, kissing you, touching and groping you, sucking bruises into your skin and following a trail with his lips and tongue down to your thighs, which he bites into, while feeling the fishnets under his hands.

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull:

He's bought you those fishnets a little while ago and you haven't worn them yet. So when he comes home and sees you in little to nothing but those and his turtleneck sweater, such as your fanciest panties, which he's also bought you, he's absolutely stunned.

He knew you'd look amazing in those, but the way they hug your legs and squeeze your flesh makes his heart race. You're a sight to behold and he loves the fact that this is all for him and no one else.

He starts out by gently roaming his hands over your body, but the more heated your kisses get, the more desperate he becomes and his touches soon turn filthy. It's a miracle that he doesn't accidentally rip the fabric of your fishnets.

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lyrical-fanfics · 10 months

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Context Means I Love You (Albedo x GN! Reader)

Reader is a bit oblivious, featuring some Kaeya Shenanigans!

This has been sitting in my drafts for so long that I'm surprised it hasn't grown mold! Now that I have this done, I want to write more Genshin stuff, starting with my biases!

I hope y'all enjoy!

Wherever you went, his eyes were never far behind. With each caught glance, he gave a confident smile. With each candid sketch, he left you a note about what you were doing at the moment and why he found it interesting.

If you were spending time with Klee, she would always insist on playing house where you were married to him. In those moments of play, he always indulged in her fantasy by holding your hand, waist, or putting a hand on your opposite shoulder.

In times when you were helping him with his research, he always commented on how helpful you were and that he’d be struggling with this certain project without you. If your hair were to fall into your face while you were working with him, he’d take some time to gently move it away, tracing your face with just the tip of his fingers.

When you’re caught up with your own work and nearly drowning, he drops everything he can to come to your aid, assisting with every step of the way.

“But he’s just nice! That’s how Albedo is!” You argued with a cocky cavalry captain, your current companion for paperwork. Because your job was the Knights of Favonius’s Logistics Operator, it was your responsibility to keep the organization running smoothly. You took on many responsibilities, from accountant to liaison to the public, it often involved you running around and helping whoever you could. Today’s project was to complete a pile of paperwork and reports that Kaeya had neglected for too long, and was due in 24 hours.

“Just how he is, you say?” Kaeya signed another document with ease before you slid it out from under his pen and placed down a fresh one. “Everything I’ve described is the descriptor of a man in love.”

“I think you’re just trying to get me flustered so you can run out of here and leave me to forge your signature again…” You deadpanned the sneaky captain, and he could only smile and shrug.

“Now why would I do that…” His sarcastic tone let you in on his joke, angering you enough to hit his desk with a rolled stack of unsigned reports, reminding him that you aren’t a pacifist about paperwork.

But even then, his words were infectious. Albedo was rather kind to you, and his intimacy was one only the two of you shared. He was always so gentle with you, and even on occasion he would find ways to just be close to you. One such occasion resulted in Kaeya ending up on the floor after having a chair snatched from under him.

“I think we’re just close, he’s just the kind of person who’s really observant and mentions things he likes about people out of the blue!”

“He doesn’t do that with me.” Kaeya rebutted again. “He only says all that kind of stuff about you. I think it’s his way of saying he likes you.”

“He’s not thinking about me like that,” You argued again, and Kaeya stopped moving his pen. He dragged his gaze upward along with a single eyebrow and a plain line on his lip.

“So what about you? Do you like him?”

You could only stare back with a stunned look and strawberry cheeks. Kaeya’s grin widened to Cheshire proportions. Jackpot. He knew something was up between you two, whether it was Albedo pinning one-sidedly or you pinning while rationalizing any sort of affection sent your way. Maybe it was admiration for the alchemist that caused you to be so blind, or maybe it was some deep self-loathing. Either way, here you were, now wide open for an evasive maneuver.

“I- I can’t speak of my own feelings in a professional setting.” You tried to swerve away from the question, but Kaeya already had you right where he needed you.

“Strange, wasn’t a problem a few moments ago. We’re friends, we can talk about things while we work!” Kaeya gave a deceptive saccharine grin.

“Yes, but it isn’t proper to discuss such intimate matters where people can hear-”

“My door is closed, you put up a “Do not disturb” sign outside my door, and it’s a day off for most Knights,” Kaeya argued. “I doubt anyone is going to hear how you feel about our dear alchemist.”

You shifted your jaw. It would be nice to have a small discussion on your feelings, just to get it out of your system. Of all the people that you knew who could keep a secret, Kaeya is king. The only other people who could probably keep one just as well would be Noelle and Albedo himself. You and Noelle chat when she does chores around the headquarters, but you never felt like you could keep her long enough to have engaging conversations. And when it came to Albedo, well, you couldn’t discuss this matter with him in a million years, lest he does not feel the same.

So now is a golden opportunity, and you knew Kaeya knew this. This may have been his end goal, but the bait was a little too tempting. As much as Kaeya would be an insightful discussion partner, he had his own end game in mind.

The best you could do is try and control the conversation. A battle of wits would be needed to keep Kaeya here and sign papers. If you could stall him, you might get through a decent chunk of this before you both have to start signing.

Round one. Begin!

“I-, I might have some feelings, but I don’t know…” You took a paper from under Kaeya again and place another one with him, tapping it twice with your index finger to let him know where his approval was needed. He instinctively went and checked the text, signing it quickly after. This would be a majority of your strategy while acting coy.

After handing back the paper and earning a new one, Kaeya spoke up. “You don’t know? What is there to know?” After signing the document, he rallied the mind games back to you. You didn’t need to think before placing down another one and tapping the page again.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like him a lot, but I can’t get my hopes up.” You ignore Kaeya’s feigned concern and provide him with another document, once again tapping the page. After the third time, he observed this rhythm and began plotting. If that was your only strategy against him, you’re in a lot of trouble.

“I’ve already explained to you everything I’ve observed, so I don’t think of it as getting your hopes up.” Kaeya subtly changed his strategy by taking your tapping out of the equation. He began accepting his documents from your hand directly, dictating the signing to go at his own pace, but now he needed a new plan for how he’s going to divert your attention from him. With the document hand-offs, you began making eye contact each time. Tricky, but not the end of the world.

“Even before thinking about my feelings, though, he’s a friend above all else. Maybe we’re just really close friends.”

“What kind of close friends do you have?” within that split second of snark, you were able to turn the pace around. You quickly slid the next paper on his desk and tapped the line to sign.

Ah, you’re onto him.

“I can’t lose that close of a friend if it is just his normal praise. He means so much to me.” you once again observed the turning of pace as he quickened. This strategy confused you a bit, but you decide to roll with it.

“I think you’re being too cautious. What if I were to do the same things Albedo did, eh?”

“I’d smack you.” You deadpanned.

“Ah, you wound me.” Kaeya chuckled as a set of papers quickly piled up on the corner of his desk. “But you admitted to it, his advances are special in comparison.”

You shifted your jaw again, wondering what his next move was, but he showed no signs of slowing down. The papers continued to amass on the corner of his desk. Kaeya continued his thought.

“If you aren’t going to get your hopes up, and you don’t want to jeopardize your relationship with Albedo, then why not try and date someone else?”

“Because I’m not interested in a relationship at the moment!”

“Then this conundrum with Albedo should be solved. He can move on and compliment other people like that.”

Your face warped with that comment, causing you to look down for just a moment. Is that what you want? Isn’t that just how Albedo talks? Or have you been secretly wishing and hoping it was a special connection? Have you been yearning for him to just take you into his arms and whisper sweet nothings into your ear?

“I guess you’re right then…” You admitted out loud as your eyes dare not move from the fine rug of the office. “I guess I can’t accept that, I care too much about-”

You looked up to an empty chair and desk.

Kaeya had flown the coop.

You immediately tried to run to the window, but the second part of his plan is enacted, and just as you were about to round the desk, the precariously placed papers on the corner flew with a breeze. The breeze came from Kaeya’s escape route, a window, and you immediately panicked and prioritized the paperwork. You snatched each sheet from the air and floor before clipping them all together and rushing to the window.

But it was too late. Kaeya was gone. He had slipped from your grasp and was now somewhere in the wind. You groaned as you look back at the paperwork left to sign, and knew what this meant.

You’d have to forge his signature again. For at least the next 5 hours.

You screamed his name out the window, causing some of the birds resting on the roof to flee. You gripped the open window sill and begin to whisper threats into the wind.

“I swear, when I get my hands on that man, I’m gonna-” you’re interrupted however when a voice calls from below.

“Is everything alright?” His voice is calm, smooth, and filled with concern for you. As gentle as it was, it still caused you to jump. Lo and behold, it’s Albedo. You flustered at his upward gaze at you, eyes a dreamy blue. “Hang in there, I’ll come up to you.” He asserted and quickly makes his way inside. You sighed. Maybe you can rope him into doing some of this work with you, as it is partially his fault that Kaeya got away.

Not that he needed to know that.

“Ah, I see.” Albedo was brought up to speed on the current conundrum, minus a few details. “So now Captain Kaeya has left you to be his personal secretary again.” Albedo’s calm voice dripped with disdain. He didn’t approve of shirking off all this work on you when you had plenty else to do already.

“Yeah, so now I have to do what I normally do and forge his signature on these documents. He’s already read over them on the field, but he couldn’t sign them. He always puts this task off until the last minute.” you sighed as you run a hand through your hair. “I’ll probably take these to my office to complete, but since I’m forging his signature it’ll take me a while…” you begin to lift a box, but Albedo quickly rushes to your side.

“Please, allow me to help,” Albedo ran his hands over yours, giving you a smile before he took the box from your grasp. Your heart raced at his touch, and your stomach flipped at his smile.

“This will take a while, you don’t have to,”

“I must repay all of your kindness, you’ve helped me more times than I can count. Besides, I enjoy your company.”

Your face ran red, and all you can do to reply is nod.

His vision made short work of the transportation, and in no time you both are sat elbow to elbow at your desk, scribbling out Kaeya’s name over and over again. Through light chatting, Kaeya’s signature becomes muscle memory. Albedo picked it up faster than you did when you first had to forge Kaeya’s signature, but you chalked it up to Albedo’s artistic talents.

“I’m appalled that Kaeya would leave you to this as if you were his personal secretary.” His flat tone was slightly more intense than usual, but it faded as quickly as it came on. “But I suppose that’s alright because it means he’s no longer monopolizing your attention.”

“Monopolizing?” you questioned, and his pen stopped.

“Yes, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner tonight, but I don’t think that’ll happen now.” he placed a hand to his chin before continuing. “It’s a shame. You’re always the most joyous when you’re eating at our favorite restaurant. I think they’ll be closed by the time we’re done.”

“Man! I didn’t know you had that planned!” you sighed. You two went to dinner often, so the idea of going to dinner again wasn’t too out of the ordinary. Kaeya’s words, however, began to ring in the back of your head. ‘He does this with no one else.’

“Ah, then maybe we could make something. I’d be happy to make you whatever you like.” Albedo remarked, causing you to flush at his wording. If you were to remove all the context of his words, then it really does sound like what Kaeya described.

Albedo really does sound like a man in love.

But it can’t be, right? It can’t be that. Your hand began to move on its own as you write down the forged signature over and over again.

“That sounds nice, but um-” You hesitated, you didn’t want to upset the balance, but Kaeya’s words nagged you. Maybe you can ask it in a way that’s not implying a relationship. Albedo heard the hesitation in your voice and immediately gave you all his attention. “You know, I know it’s normal for us, and we’ve done this a lot, but um, I was wondering if you also knew-” you tripped over your own thoughts on trying to form sentences. You didn’t know what to say. All you could say is what Kaeya said to you. “If you knew it makes us look like a couple. Someone pointed that out to me recently,”

Albedo could only stare at you. Each second felt like a century with his silence lasting several. He blinked a few times, trying to form his own words. Eventually, he placed a hand on your thigh and spoke.

“Was I not being forward enough?” Albedo responded with his usual sincerity and tone, which gave you whiplash from the pure juxtaposition of his words. “It was at first Klee’s idea. She wanted me to just tell you how I felt, so I began telling you everything. I thought I was being forward, so I waited for you to advance.” Albedo continued. “I wasn’t aware that you hadn’t caught on.”

“Wait, so you’ve been-” You attempted to straighten out your flustered thoughts, but his hand placement began to burn in your mind. All the times he’s touched you told you things, made time for you…

How could you be so dense?!

“However, I still stand by my decision of not advancing until you do, but I will make things clearer.” He stared you dead in the eyes before speaking. “I care for you immensely. I want to have a romantic relationship with you and only you. If you are not ready, I will continue to wait for you.”

Your wide eyes were transfixed on him as he waited patiently for your response. Everything you had missed, every single time he complimented you, every single time he took you to dinner, every time he did any sort of meaningful gesture towards you,

It was because he was in love with you.

After you picked your jaw up off the floor, you quickly realized you had to answer him. You had practiced this moment in your thoughts and idle daydreams, but with the situation now staring you down, it was like you were a lamb in the presence of a lion.

“Y-Yes!” You blurted out but clenched your jaw as your hasty and panicked reply. “I mean! I want you! I mean! Romantically! I-” You clutched your face out of embarrassment. This wasn’t the fantasy that you had about this. You wished you could both evaporate and redo this moment.

Albedo, however, took the moment into his own hands by cupping your face. This may not be the perfect fantasy you imagined, but here was your prince. A prince whose skin was as smooth as porcelain, and barely betrayed him when emotions ran high. He stared into your eyes, waiting for the next move, debating if he should just take the leap and advance.

He had been so patient up until this point. He would be patient once more, and of course, he would be direct. He gazed deeply into your eyes, a hint of desire sprung from his pupils as his eyelids shaded them.

“May I kiss you?”

The question was so simple, yet it absolutely wrecked your heart. You felt a bit woozy as you nodded, desperate to feel his lips on yours, but absolutely shocked by how fast everything was going. Your face was such a deep red that Albedo made a note of how he wanted to mix that color and store it somewhere, as it was your emotions for him rising to the surface.

Albedo smiled a bit, before pulling your face into his, allowing for a sweet yet hungry kiss. You couldn’t help but melt into him, quickly wrapping your arms around him, gently playing with the end of his hair with one of your hands. The other grabbed ahold of the back of his jacket in an attempt to stabilize yourself. Albedo felt your need for support and took one of his hands to your waist. He guided the kiss just enough to where his passion was conveyed, but he still waited on you before moving on to anything more. The moment you gave him an inch, he would give you back a mile. His yearning shone through with each gentle touch and pensive sigh, but eventually, he, although unwillingly, pulled away from you.

You continue to hold onto him for dear life, catching your breath at the fantasy that had just taken place. Your hand gripping his clothing as he gently fixed your hair and smiled at how you clung to him. He loved how your body lit itself like a fire when you got embarrassed or passionate, and he fell in love with the look on your face when it was freshly kissed. He gave in and gave you one more kiss before turning his attention to the stack of work that Kaeya had shirked off onto you earlier that day.

“As much as I want to continue, we have to finish your work first. After that, I’ll make you dinner.” Albedo’s words were so matter-of-fact as if he wasn’t holding you in his hands like putty. “Let’s get back to work. I want you all to myself later.” after finishing his sentence, he blessed you with one last kiss as he kisses your forehead.

You swallow your beating heart and try and adjust so you can once again sign off on all the papers in front of you, but Albedo did not remove his non-dominate hand from you the entire time. He instead elects to rub circles into your skin with his thumb, showering you with affection even while he was scratching away at Kaeya’s signature. Your words were jumbled, and your brain a mess as Albedo filled your head. With each circle made with his thumb, a memory is brought to the surface where his actions were misconstrued, and he meant to be romantic. All the times he found excuses to touch you and hold you close, now he’s gotten the permission he needs to lovingly caress you. Or maybe, he always has, and the context has changed for you. Nothing had changed, and yet everything had changed.

Thank god you had Kaeya’s signature down to a science, otherwise, your brain would have self-imploded from the bliss that Albedo had always provided you.

#albedo x reader #albedo x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #albedo genshin impact x reader #albedo x y/n #albedo fluff

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lem0nshark-writes · 13 days

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"Thief"

Jim Gordon & Teen! Gn Reader

Type: platonic/familial fluff

Word count: 939

Warnings: reader's gender is not specified, no pronouns used for the reader, reader can be read as any gender, platonic/familial fluff, Jim Gordon is a softie, father figure Jim, sneaky reader, stealing

Request: "So I wanted to request a Jim Gordon x male/gn!teen! Reader (plutonic obviously)? R is kinda like Selena were they are out on the streets but are good at stealing/breaking into peoples places. They don't want to admit it but Jim is kind of a father figure to them, even though he's trying to catch them because R is like this vigilante who won'leave him alone. U can make it angsty or fluffy or whatever I'm just in desperate need of father figure! Jim Gordon (I blame my, well, father figure issues)"

A/N: Hey I'm so sorry this took so long to post and that it's so short and I don't know if this is something you had in mind, but the idea came into my mind and seemed cute so here it is! I hope you like it! And if it's not to your liking or what you had in mind feel free to send a message or ask and we shall fix it up or write something else!

Gotham was running another mayor election after the last misfortunate events leading up to loss of the last one, just like a couple of months back. Nothing new.

Though new elections meant new press meetings with the fresh promising candidates, and new press meetings meant lots of rich people on one spot, and that meant plenty of bounty for you.

You loved that kind of stuff, everyone was so close together and staring at the randos talking on the stand that none of them noticed you slipping by and stealing everything and anything that could be stolen and valuable. Easy peasy.

This was one of those events. There was a big crowd of people gathered in front of a small man with a funky hairstyle dressed all in black, through their talk overhearing his name was Oswald Cobblepot, asking him questions about his plans for the future of the city of Gotham. Phew like Gotham had any future, you thought to yourself.

Slipping around people, turning around their pockets and wallets ever so swiftly you quickly made your way through the crowd. The people gathered were unnecessarily loaded that by the time you went through half of them your pockets were nearly full. You smiled to yourself in satisfaction but before you were going to bolt to a safe spot to ditch all the IDs and other identifiers of your ususpecting victims and hide your bounty before going for more, you decided to go for another one that looked particularly rich.

Woman dressed in the fanciest suit your eyes ever laid on and carrying a probably equally as expensive bag that she so bit too carelessly flung around her shoulders made her the perfect target.

Sneaking up behind her you reached your hand into her purse, digging yourself up a rather thick wallet. Your eyes sparkled at the sight. But before you could pull the wallet completely out of the purse someone grabbed your wrist tightly, wiggling the wallet right out of your hand before tossing it carefully back into the bag and dragging you by the same wrist out of the crowd and to the side.

Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest at the startle and your eyes widened knowing you're in big trouble, but the panic slowly simmered down when you noticed who the owner of the said mean hand was and you mentally let out a sigh of relief.

It was none other than Jim Gordon.

That man was always up your business, never letting you rest. Always somehow being there to stop you from doing something dumb, whether you liked it or not.

But you're not going to lie, his nosyness and continued persistence to stop you at your tomfoolery has gotten you out of more trouble than you can count and you are forever grateful for that. Not that you would ever admit it to him.

"What.are.you.doing.here??" Jim asked through a loud whisper.

"Nothing much, just wanted to listen to the speech of-.. -Oscar Clobblepot over there-" you said with a lil smirk, totally thinking you nailed that name.

Jim mentally facepalmed himself, "that is so not his name-.. and I know you're not! Now empty your pockets now-" he urged you, stern expression on his face.

"Hey no way, I earned that fair and square!" you protested at him but he didn't seem amused.

"Empty those pockets right now kid or I'm taking you to the precinct," he threatened, one threat he always made when you're annoying him too much and getting into too much trouble but he never actually did, and he never would and you know it but still you listened to him nevertheless.

With a frustrated sigh and an annoyed expression you hesistantly got to unloading your bounty into an evidence bag he pulled from his coat jacket.

"You always carry those around?" you asked bit weirded out he just has them on him at all times.

"You never know. Especially when you're around," he mocked a bit, but with no ill intentions behind his words, on which you sticked your tongue at him.

Once you fully unloaded all your pockets, not including a rather expensive looking necklace you hid in your shoe that he totally knew about but didn't mention or request, Jim was left with two big bags of all sorts of jewelry, credit cards and bunts of money.

He looked up at you with disbelief and doneness mixed in his expression, "really?"

"Hey one's got to ensure themselves!" you replied lifting your hands up in the air in defense, small devilish smile forming on your lips.

Jim sighed rubbing his face with his free hand, being so done with you.

"Alright, now scram! And if I see you doing this again you're spending a night in the cell!" he slipped a 50 into your jacket pocket, a little thing he always did when he caught you stealing thinking it would hold you off but also so he made sure you ate that night, as he threatened, both of you knowing that's a threat he'd never make true, growing quite a soft spot for the little rascal that you are ever since he first met you.

"Okay c'ya Jimmy! Party pooper! Thanks!" you added jokingly as you swiftly made your way to the nearest alley, disappearing in it.

"Hey I told you not to call me that!" he yelled after you jokingly, secretly loving the little nickname you gave him.

"Jimmy!" you yelled from the alley as you darted off to exchange your hidden bounty and look for the next victim you could annoy him with.

#Jim Gordon #Gotham #Jim gordon fic #Jim gordon fanfiction #Gotham fic #Gotham fanfiction #Reader insert #male reader insert #female reader insert #Gender neutral reader insert #Male reader #Female reader #Gender neutral reader #Y/n #Fluff #Platonic fic

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alienaiver · 1 year

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Summary: Even if the Seven Days of Mourning has passed, your grief will not let you rest. Your father, your kingdom's crown, has untimely left the earth. Now it's your job to go from Crown-in-Waiting to actual Crown of the Karasuno Kingdom. With the kingdom's grief and responsibility on your shoulders, it's your time to rule - all the while figuring out how an assassination on your beloved father succeeded. You're just grateful that you have your advisor - and biggest supporter - Sugawara Koushi, by your side to ground you.

wordcount: 28.7k words

General tags: Royal Advisor AU, Fantasy AU, SFW, mild to medium angst, gender neutral reader, POC!friendly reader, bodytype!friendly reader, slow-burn, romance, no use of y/n, comfort, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, reader is royalty, mentions of loss and grief, minor character death (reader's father), these idiots are so tense and official around each other that it hurts, minor violence, surely it should be illegal to type out 'your majesty' as much as i have, i'm sorry if my little crime solving takes up space - i dont even like the crime and thriller genre 🤡, i cared too much abt world-building here, if anyone wanna know the economic history of this world (including the three recessions and inflation time periods) let me know! im insane!, vaguely described sword fighting and related wounds in the final chaper go to each chapter for more detailed tags and warnings

A/N: i have made a big effort into making this reader as gender neutral as possible so that men, women and nonbinary people can all insert themselves! therefor i refer to the ruler of the kingdom as 'the crown' instead of king/queen etc! clothes are not described in whether or not theyre pants/dresses but instead in fabric and colors. this has been my main goal as a nb person! ✨ i hope i succeeded! otherwise i dont have much else to say, but that i hope u enjoy this baby of mine! 🧡

Chapter 1: miles, 8.7k words

Chapter 2: inches, 7.9k words

Chapter 3: collision, 12k words

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#haikyuu x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #hq x reader #gender neutral reader insert #sugawara x reader #haikyuu x you #ARE YALL READY?!!!! im not im so anxious (and excited) 👀#nohr.writing #i am formatting the first chapter's post as we speak so that i can post it in a few hours !!!!!!#i gotta be honest w ya tho: ive been AutisticTM about this and have worked way too hard on details u might never see LKFJSKNFS #and i am insanely perfectionist WHILE this is my first fantasy so im SO PICKY ABT MY OWN WORK!!! but ive decided to still post #like theres. so much. that needs to line up when making an au huh!!! its wild and been SO fun #the star and the earth fic #IT GOT A NAME YALL #i came up with an insanely good one right before i fell asleep thatd match the chapter titles but when i woke up i only remembered the chap #ter titles LJFKSDJFKSFJSKDF #now im off to have lunch ilu<33333 #also @ luna i apologize that this notif might make you prematurely excited DNKSADNJKS theres only 2.5hours left tho!!!! <333

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the-and-sign-anon · 1 year

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Lucky Catch

Pairing: Connor x gn! Reader

Word count: 943

You loved working at the library, really. You spent every day surrounded by books, most of your patrons were respectful and interesting, and you’d been put in charge of decorating for Christmas this year. It took some late nights and a few trips to craft stores, but you were most of the way done now. All that remained was the garland, which required you to slide around on the rolling ladder, which you only half trusted when gripping it with one hand.

Amelia, an android who’d stuck around the library after the revolution, was trying to help and had even offered to climb the ladder in your place. You insisted it was fine and they settled on following just behind you with a steadying hand on the ladder and the bucket of garland settled on their hip. When a rowdy group of teens started roughhousing between the shelves and nearly knocked a cart of books over, Amelia went to handle them with a reassuring nod from you. You were sure you could manage on your own for ten minutes or so.

You were soon punished for your hubris, as you turned back to pull up another few feet of garland and the ladder groaned. In an instant, the screws and wood holding the ladder to the shelves gave way and you were sent tumbling toward the floor. You would have crashed to the hardwood with a heavy ladder crushing you were it not for the man who caught you.

In an astounding display of strength, reflexes, and coordination, a man in a suit with deep brown eyes caught you around the waist with one arm, preventing you from hitting the floor. With the other arm, he blacked the ladder from hitting you and let it clatter behind him without a scratch on you. It took you a moment to process what had just happened, as you hadn’t even been able to yelp in surprise before he was there.

“Are you alright?”

You blinked a few times and steadied yourself against the wall as he watched you curiously.

“I… I think so. No bruises or bleeding.”

An older man with graying hair came into view behind the first man and took in what must have happened.

“Do you need a seat? Or a calming beverage perhaps?”

“Connor, they’re alright. Just take a step back, give them some room.”

Connor did as the man suggested and moved two steps back, glancing down at the ladder and mess of garland, some of which had fallen from the tops of the shelf where you’d hung it.

“I’m okay, really. I should have guessed that old thing would fall, especially with me on it. The universe has an odd sense of humor.”

Connor tilted his head, unsure of what you meant by that, and you finally registered that he must be an android. After studying his face for a few seconds, a vague sense of familiarity tugged at the back of your mind. You’d seen his face somewhere before, you were sure of it. Of course, most androids had dozens of others who shared their faces, so you guessed it wasn’t that abnormal.

Amelia came back over as you moved toward the ladder and tried to thank Connor for his quick reaction. They took in the scene and immediately joined you again, setting the ladder upright against a shelf and gathering some of the fallen garland.

“So, Connor, how can I thank you for catching me? If you hadn’t been here, I’d probably have a concussion or something.”

“You had a rather high chance of sustaining a moderate to severe injury were the ladder to have fallen directly on you.” Amelia helpfully piped up as you felt your ears grow warm in embarrassment. “I warned you of the danger when we began, but you insisted on using the ladder yourself.”

“I know Amelia.”

“You should really listen to me more often, I do know what I’m talking about.”

“I know Amelia.”

The older man, whose name you still didn’t know, gave you an empathetic look, seemingly saying ‘know it alls.’ He was clearly no stranger to android risk calculation and their unconscious belief that they knew best.

“I’m just glad to have been of help. Hank often says I should strive to use my reflexes and coordination for more than chasing suspects. I’m inclined to listen, more so now than before.”

Hank, as you now knew him, threw up his hands with a muttered ‘now he listens.’ You quickly raised a hand to hide your involuntary snicker.

“Well either way, thank you.”

Amelia, always aware of your little behavioral tells, took the opportunity to pipe up again.

“Maybe if you find yourself here around six, Y/N could thank you with a visit to the cafe down the street. They have an impressive android friendly menu there.”

You both tensed up, but Hank quickly accepted for him and herded the android away with an awkward wave and a disappointed sigh as Connor asked for clarification. You turned to glare at Amelia, who simply smiled a bit and turned back to the task at hand.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything. Help me with the garland, would you?”

You grabbed a bit of garland, which you threw at the back of their head. They offered a playful glare, grabbed the offending decoration, and stuffed it into the bucket. It took another hour to hang all the garland, and you had to tell your supervisor about the broken ladder, but it was worth it. The library looked great as you left it behind that evening beside Connor.

#Connor x reader #rk800 x reader #gn! reader #Connor x gn! reader #gender neutral reader insert #my writing #haven writes #winter fics 2022

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that-kid-fromtheplayground · 1 year

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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝 ¿𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇?

(𝚊 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝙶𝙽!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝)

In all of the fairytales that you’ve heard or read there is always a villian, an evil entity whose mission is to stop the protagonist or to have the thing that the protagonist needs or wants.

However, you can tell that the villian wasn’t always bad, that he is bad thanks to something, that there is something that made him crave the violence, a poor excuse for what we would call justification to his acts.

Well... that is what all villians except one have, And the one who breaks the rule is the Big Bad Wolf...

He kills for fun or entertainment, is blood is cold as ice and his primary instintcs carve for violence, Or that is what all think.

Because he indeed is bad thanks to something, there is actually something that made him crave violence, he really has a “justification” to his acts.

And that justification is [reader], more popularly known by the name Little Red Hood; A sweet child whose life “disappeared” right in his arms, the “loss” that made all of his sanity go away, just like the “life” of the red hooded child in his arms. ❢◥ ▬▬▬ ◆ ▬▬▬ ◤❢

What will happen when the famous Puss in Boots finds out that he is living his last life? Maybe, and only maybe, the death will find him, and ironically teach him a lesson about appreciating life. After running from death and ending up in a house full of cats Puss will find himself tangled up in an adventure next to his ex-fiancee, Kitty SofPaws, a dog dressed like a cat who he “named” Perrito and the supposedly dead [reader] Red Hood in search for a magic star capable of grant one wish while they run form Goldie Locks and her criminal family, the wanted Jack Horner and the death himself.

❢◥ ▬▬▬ ◆ ▬▬▬ ◤❢ Will this strange quartet find their happily ever after? Or will they loose their heads in the way?

#Puss in Boots #Puss in boots 2 #Puss in boots the last wish #Puss #Gato con Botas #Goldie locks #fanfiction #reader insert #Gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #movie #dreamworks #animated movie #perrito #Kitty Softpaws

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mlmdarkfiction · 2 years

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May i trouble you for some headcanons for how mashita and yashiki would feel as they get feelings for a G/N reader who is a new mark bearer during the whole surviving a spirit ordeal. thank you!

me holding my possessed hand back so I don't make these poly hcs and to not add any angst

Mashita:

Aw shit here we go again-

Honestly he's pretty pissed about this whole situation, sorry.

He's even more annoyed if either your mark hasn't gone away have the Shimi-O case, or if you're in a situation similar to Yashiki.

He kinda just wants to clear his hands of all this ghost curse shit, and it's hard to do that while he's worried about you.

And it's not like he has total 100% confidence in Yoshiki's abilities. The man doesn't even have a license.

As unfortunate as it is to say, Mashita is 100% the "he's mean to you because he likes you" thing people say.

In his defense though he only thinks you're a little incompetent.

A lot of his rude comments about your abilities more come from him not wanting you to be in a life or death situation with these ghosts if he can help it.

And although he's put himself back into this on your behalf without having been asked, he's still going to complain.

Going as far as to say (mostly jokingly) that you'll owe him a couple of drinks after all this.

Yashiki:

Unlike Mashita who is (relatively) a well adjusted adult man, I don't think Yashiki's even quite aware of his feelings for a while.

I think it takes either you getting hurt while with him investigating a spirit, or him being with another mark bearer and missing you for him to realize just how fondly he regards you.

I think especially if you're someone like him or Christie, who's mark takes a few cases to remove, that he'd eventually come to rely on you a bit without even realizing it.

At some point he even secretly hopes that your mark won't disappear, just so you won't leave the mansion, so you'll still need his help, and by extension him.

But as soon as he realizes where his thoughts are going, Yashiki always feels guilty.

And all this being said, when the time comes he won't mention that he'll miss you presence in the mansion, he tells you, like all the others who's mark has disappeared, that you shouldn't stay after this final night.

Yashiki's not the type of person to ask you to stay.

Mary might.

After finding out the truth about everything, I think he would ask you for help the same way he did the others.

Not only are you a comforting presence to be around for him, but I think you help get him from getting too frustrated and hopeless when it comes to the extreme lack of progress he's able to make.

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mintywords · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Arcana (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Apprentice/Julian Devorak, Julian Devorak/Reader Characters: Julian Devorak, Apprentice (The Arcana), Gender-neutral Apprentice - Character Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Light Masochism, Implied light sadism Series: Part 1 of Experiment Crosswire & Further Exploration Pieces Summary:

Rewrite of the garden bonus scene.

You and Julian manage to dodge the guards and have a brief moment to recoup from the string of events that evening. Or at least until you tried pressing him into being honest.

#The Arcana Game #julian devorak #The Arcana game fanfiction #The arcana game fanfic #Fanfiction #Fanfic #reader insert #Gender neutral reader insert #The Arcana Game Julian Devorak

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auroracalisto · 2 years

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he won't know (literally) — eddie's being a jerk, asking you a question like that. why would you want to do anything in the trailer while his uncle was home? and why did he look so smug about it? he's a little liar, that's why. word count: 1k words tw: gn!reader, talks of nsfw things, pre-established relationship (eddie is your bf), eddie being dramatic as hell, towards the end it hints at nsfw, but no actual nsfw happens a/n: uh oh. another one in the same night. also, this might just be a silly little one shot but i needed it. sorry, not sorry.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Eddie looked up with wide eyes, feigning innocence as he pointed to his chest as if he thought you could have been talking to someone else.

He was the only other person in the damn forest, sitting across from you with a surprised look on his face.

You reached over, shoving his shoulder with a deep frown. Your face was burning. Why did he have to be like this?

"You can't just say shit like that!"

"Say shit like what?"

"Eddie Munson, I swear—"

"—oh yeah?"

You could hear the smirk dripping from his words. You didn't even have to look at him to know, so you didn't, keeping your eyes anywhere but his face as you stood back up. Wood had splintered itself in the seat of your pants, and you quickly brushed it off, hoping the small bits wouldn't impale your palms as you did so. It wouldn't be the first time this stupid picnic table hurt you.

"What do you swear?" he asked, tilting his head curiously as he watched you. "You can't just say that and not give me more."

"I swear I'll kill you," you said, nonchalantly stuffing your hands in your pockets. Or at least, you thought you were nonchalant about it. You could just tell by the look on Eddie's face that you totally weren't.

Why was he looking at you like that?

Had you always been this nervous around Eddie?

Oh, god. You wished he would stop.

"Oh yeah? Is that a promise?"

"Uh, yeah, I mean—wait, no!"

Eddie lost himself in a fit of giggles as he stood up, leaning over the table to get closer to you. His hands rested on the top, a grin plastered on his face.

"C'mon, angel. Let's go back to my place. My uncle won't know."

"Eddie, stop it!"

It seemed like you had been saying that a lot recently. He always knew just how to get you all riled up.

"Shit, y/n," he said with a laugh. "I guess to answer your question that you so lovingly shouted in my face, yeah, I'm pretty much out of my fucking mind."

He grinned, coming around to stand in front of you, his fingers wiggling in your face. His hands moved to rest on your shoulders for just a moment, his right one drawing back to point at you.

"But you," he said, jabbing his finger against the denim jacket you wore (that you had stolen from him only moments before). "You are the fool who dates this crazy person."

He leaned forward and kissed your lips. "I won't ask again," he said. "But seriously. My uncle won't know."

"And why do you say that?" you asked, scoffing.

"'Cause he's out for the weekend. He literally isn't home."

You let out a curt laugh, unable to stop yourself. "Why didn't you lead with that, asshole? I thought you meant your uncle was home! Why do you have to be this way?" you asked, your hands gently reaching forward and grasping his teeshirt.

"I wanted to see how embarrassed you'd get," he said, leaning forward and playfully nipping at your lips. "Mission accomplished, angel."

He wrapped his arms around your waist, that smug grin still evident as he stared down at you. "So what do you say?"

"Eddie Munson, I swear to—"

"—come oonnnn, I promise I changed my sheets."

"Good god, Eddie!"

A laugh escaped you and he smiled, even more, pecking both of your cheeks.

"So whaddya say?"

You smiled faintly up at him, leaning into his chest. "Hmm, what if I said no?"

He began to pout.

"I'm not going to," you rolled your eyes as you spoke. "But what if I did?"

He shrugged. "We could watch a movie. Or you could get your sorry ass back to your house," he said, sticking his tongue out at you in the process.

"Oh, wow, you've wounded me, Munson," you said. You pulled away from him, sticking your tongue right back out at him.

He quickly reached forward, pinching the soft skin of your neck before he took off running towards his trailer, not even giving you a second to comprehend what just happened.

"Ed—Eddie! Wait!"

"Come on slow poke!" he shouted back at you. "We don't have all day, you know!"

"You are such an asshole!"

"So do you want to, or not?!"

Nope, what you said earlier was a promise. You were so totally going to kill him. But maybe not right now. You were too busy running after him, only catching up to him because he stopped halfway after nearly tripping over a giant root in the middle of the pathway.

You shoved his shoulder once more and he looked up at you with a laugh.

"Come on, sweetness," he said, reaching forward and taking your hand. "I'll cook for you, later, too."

"What, ravioli?"

He faked a gasp, hand over his chest like you had just insulted his grandmother's famous ravioli recipe. Sorry, no, Chef Boyardee's recipe.

"I have cereal, too, you know," he said, wagging his finger in your face.

You quickly reached out, grabbing it and holding onto it as the two of you walked.

"Cereal it is, big guy."

He looked back as the two of you walked, unable to help himself from smiling. He had always been parts of himself around others, but around you, he was unapologetically everything he knew he could be.

He probably could have led off with the fact that his uncle wasn't home for the weekend, but where was the fun in that when he could see just how flustered you would get under his watchful gaze?

Excitement buzzed inside of him. Any time with you was just as amazing as the last time. Your smile, your soft giggles any time you would make eye contact. He couldn't wait to get you underneath him, and neither could you, despite how frustrated he just made you.

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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I want to make a request if thats ok:)

For the slashers were there s/o has like a little plushie of them? and how would they react

Slashers x GenderNeutral!Reader | Headcanons

Hey there! Thanks for the request, this is so cute! Hope you like these. :')

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Plushies; Fluff.

Characters: Asa Emory/The Collector; Billy Lenz; Bo, Lester and Vincent Sinclair; Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull.

Asa Emory/The Collector

He finds it strangely endearing. It shows him how attached you are to him and that pleases him a lot.

Asa uses the plushie for his own purposes and puts a nanny cam into it to keep watch when he’s not home.

Billy Lenz (1974)

Absolutely in love with you and the plushie and the fact that you have it because you love him, too.

Often steals the plushie from you and just caresses it in wonder. He rarely even recognises himself in the mirror and this plushie - as strange as it may be - grounds him.

Bo Sinclair

At first he laughs over it, because why would you own that thing when he’s literally right there?

But he sees how happy it makes you and his brothers keep telling him about you basically taking it everywhere with you when he’s not at home and he finds that pretty charming.

Lester Sinclair

Blown away by the plushie. He loves it and you and he immediately steals it from you to admire it properly.

Generally he often uses that plushie to cheer you up or to make you laugh by pushing it against your face and making a kiss-sound, such as all kinds of other silly things.

Vincent Sinclair

Is genuinely shocked that you would even want a plushie of him. But it makes him happy, very much so, and he has no idea how to express that.

He ends up making a little wax figure of you so you both have a mini version of each other for when you can’t be together.

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

He’s charmed off his feet by the plushie. He quickly puts in a text into his phone and shows it to you - it expresses his gratitude and love for you.

Much like Asa, he puts a nanny cam into it to keep watch, but he tells you about it because he doesn’t like doing such things without your knowledge. That way, whenever he’s not home, he can at least still see you.

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kittycandles · 4 months

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Thinking about Simon n Spoiled!reader 🤤

After Simon Riley entered your life, you never put on your own shoes again.

How could you after he spoiled you rotten?

He knew the drill, whenever you got all dolled up ,only leaving out your shoes. You'd sit on the couch or bed and look to him for help. You'd rest the palm of your foot against his abs while he put the shoe on the other foot, fastening it. He'd grab your other foot, swooping down to kiss your ankle before slipping your shoe on.

"There we go, Lovie."

He'd huff, patting your legs to signal he was finished. You'd tug his shirt collar,bringing him close to you, tenderly kissing his scarred and stubbled face that contrasted against your soft plump lips.

"Thank you, Si."

"Of course ,doll."

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nightfall-kachiniko · 5 months

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જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME

pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ

a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄

“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.

You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.

“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”

“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.

“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”

“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.

“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”

“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.

“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”

“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.

He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”

“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”

You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.

“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”

“I love you, hawks.”

His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.

"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.

You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.

“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.

“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”

“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”

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sexlapis · 6 months

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[◉°] … TOJI FUSHIGURO TAKES A LIE DETECTOR TEST… 9.6M VIEWS

꩜ actor!toji (& implied actor toji x actress/actor reader)

⤷ synopsis: toji thought this lie detector test was going to be a breeze. he was a little mistaken.

sfw, fluff, crack, ooc toji, toji & reader are secretly together, toji lying!

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“i ain’t nervous,” toji claims, cracking his neck and smirking as the crew members attach the needed equipment to his body, “i ain’t no liar either. so i got nothing to worry about here.”

“i sure hope that’s true, mr.fushiguro.” the polygraph examiner replies slyly.

“are you ready, toji fushiguro?” the interviewer asks.

“yeah, i am,” toji claps, “hurry up and get started.”

“is your name toji fushiguro?”

“yes my name is toji fushiguro.” he looks to the polygraph examiner. “it is, right?”

the woman simply stares at him.

“..alright then…”

the interviews asks another question. “are you about to take a polygraph exam?”

“yes, yes and yes, now give me the real questions!”

TOJI FUSHIGURO TELLS THE TRUTH

YOUR CAREER

“we’re going to start with the category of your career.”

toji nods and looks to the examiner. “how ‘m i doing?”

“you’re very calm, nothing unusual yet.”

“hm.”

the interview begins to speak. “one of your most popular roles as an actor was when you played Frank Castle in the Netflix series, “The Punisher”. some would say this is when you became a heartthrob. do you think is this true?”

toji sighs and shakes his head. “nah-”

“LIE.” the polygraph examiner calls out.

toji raises his hand. “…because, i was already a heartthrob before alla that.” he smiles, looking proud of himself. his answer is met with silence.

“ok.” says the interviewer and goes onto the next question. “do you face a lot of pressure being a heartthrob?”

“nope.” toji answers easily. “i’m just that kinda guy. i ain’t gotta try too hard for much, especially not ‘being hot’.”

he looks at the examiner.

“he’s telling the truth.” she states. she almost seems disappointed by the fact.

“see?” toji says, folding his arms, “as i said, ‘got nothin’ to lie about.”

“in the punisher,” the interviewer starts, ignoring toji’s cocky replies, “do you wear a muscle suit to look bigger than you actually are?”

toji throws his back, cackles echoing around the small room. “fuck no!” he gestures to…his whole body, “‘it look like i need a muscle suit? ‘didn’t even know that shit was a thing… i’m big enough without any of that stuff.” he shrugs, looking into the camera. “i think we can all see that.”

the examiner nods curtly. “..he is telling the truth.”

“do you workout often?” asks the interviewer.

toji scoffs. “i thought i’d get good questions..but yeah, yeah i do workout.”

“would you consider yourself fit?”

“yep. ‘hundred percent.”

“would you consider yourself fitter than,” the interviewer slides a photo of the actor gojo satoru towards toji, “this man?”

“pfft-” toji chortles. “oh, ohh yeah. easily. he’s like..” he looks for the correct words, “a little boy. are we kidding?”

he looks to the examiner and then to the interviewer.

“he is being truthful..again.”

toji smirks at the camera, tapping the side of his nose with his finger. “toji never lies.”

POP CULTURE

“this year, you were named “The Most Sexiest Man Alive” by People Magazine. do you believe you’re sexier than this man, 2022’s sexiest man, nanami kento?” the interviewer slides another photo, this time of the actor nanami kento.

toji looks at the photo for a second, before scoffing a little. “oh yeah. definitely. ‘guy just has a permanent frown on his face. he ain’t ugly but he could smile a little, y’know?”

“what about this ‘guy’, 2021’s most sexiest man alive, ryomen sukuna?” the interviewer also slides a picture of him to toji.

toji strokes his chin. “heh..yeah..yeah i would say so..this guy..he ain’t ugly either but..theres this energy about him..”

“what energy would that be, toji fushiguro?”

“the energy of a fuckin’ mass murderer that’s what!” he laughs at his own joke, looking at the picture of this ‘ryomen sukuna’, who is glaring into his soul through the image. “yeahh, i’d say i’m more attractive than him. just.. just a little.” he holds two fingers close together emphasis. “jesus christ, that’s one scary looking fuck.”

the examiner inspects the polygraph and looks towards toji and the interviewer. “he has been telling the truth.”

“yeah.” toji nods, exhaling through his mouth and sliding the pictures away from himself. “‘course i am.”

LOVE LIFE

toji had been doing well so far, but the category of ‘love life’ would be his downfall.

“do you want to get married in the future?”

“yeah, yeah i do.”

the examiner nods.

“have you ever been in love?”

“..yes.” toji responds, thinking about his past for a second.

the examiner nods again.

“are you in love right now?”

toji pauses for the first time in the whole test. he takes a deep breath. “no. yeah, no. ‘m not.”

the examiner raises an eyebrow at the results. “questionable.”

“oh, c’mon.” toji groans, rolling his eyes.

“is there someone you’re in love with?”

“nope. nobody at all.” he interlinks his fingers, tapping them against each other. “..nobody at all..”

“questionable. again.” the examiner states, pointedly looking at toji.

toji sighs. “oh, brother…”

“did you happen to meet this person..on set?”

“no, ‘cause there is no person?” toji says firmly.

“again.” the examiner says. “questionable.”

“christ…”

the interviewer asks another question. “do you believe in love at first sight?”

toji huffs. “no, that’s just two people who wanna fuck.”

“i see. then,” the interviewer takes out three pictures, all of them being people who he has worked with on set, including you.

“are you in love with any of these people?”

toji gulps, hesitating for a split second, his eyes focused on your picture. “nope. not oneeee bit.”

“LIE.” the examiner shouts excitedly, happy to have finally caught toji out on lying. she rings the negative buzzer repeatedly. “lie!”

“‘you serious?” he asks incredulously, looking between the interviewer and the examiner. “listen, maybe it was just my heart murmur or somethin’ like that,” he looks to side, cheeks rosy and shifts in his seat a little, “i-i don’t-”

“those are the last of our questions.” the interviewer says to toji, smiling knowingly. “thank you for taking part in our lie detector test.”

toji grumbles.

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a/n: this was longer than i planned 🤥

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