#he tries to put up this front of non stop energy of non stop good vibes bc that’s what Present Mic represents!

[steddie-my-love]

Cleaning Frenzy

Mike Schmidt x OCD!Reader

a/n: i was just diagnosed with ocd and am really struggling with it so here’s a super self serving fic

cw: vague mental health discussion, mentions of anxiety, non-sexual nudity

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your hands screamed in pain under the hot water of the faucet. there was no way of knowing how long you had stood in front of the sink scrubbing at the perfectly clean dishes in front of you but you knew it just wasn’t right.

behind you, the door opened and closed with the slight jingle of keys. He tried his best to be silent as he toed off his shoes, happy to slip into bed with you without a second thought but stopped when he saw the kitchen light still on.

“baby?” Mike’s voice called out in the silent apartment. You were normally asleep by now.

You stilled, not having realized the time. immediate overwhelm and shame gripped your throat as you looked down, taking in your cracked hands.

“y/n?” he asked a little louder as he turned the corner into the kitchen doorway. his eyebrows creased as he looked you up and down.

“Baby, what’s happening? are you okay?” he asked gently, speaking low as if anything louder would shatter you. A shallow breath drew through your lungs, doing everything to keep the creeping sense of anxiety at bay. “yeah i just- i couldn’t get the dishes clean and everything was so dirty and i just-“

“baby breathe” mike said, cutting you off as your mind began to spiral “you think you could put a hand on my chest?” he asked, not wanting to push you too far.

Your hand moved up, trying to touch him on his chest but you just couldn’t. There was no way of knowing what was on that fabric and it terrified you. Fresh tears sprung into your eyes as you tried again, desperately craving mike’s warmth.

“oh god, it’s okay y/n. you’re safe” Mike said, trying to soothe you “ how about we go and get clean then we can get some rest huh? that sound good baby?”

You nodded slowly, following mike as he led you to the shower. While you set up the water mike washed his hands before he pulled out two towels fresh from the cabinet. As you climbed behind the cloth curtain, mike hung up the two towels before following you in.

mike quickly took his loofa and scrubbed down his body, the smell of leather and pine greeting your nose.

Then it was your turn. you took the sweet smelling body wash off of the shelf and began to lather it in a wash cloth. your body was clean in no time, counting out the swipes over your skin making sure that everything was clean.

the panic seemed to drain out of you as you watched the soap bubbles fall, body losing tension quickly.

“ there you go baby” mike cooed as your eyes slipped closed, opening up his arms for you to fall into. immediately you leaned into him, chest warm against your skin. “you want me to do your hair or do you want to do it?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“can you do it please?“ you murmured, tracing patterns onto his skin as you avoided eye contact. Before you knew it, mike’s hands were in your hair scrubbing and detangling your locks. You must have started to doze off before you felt the water shut off on your back.

mike stepped out of the shower quickly to wrap himself in a towel before wrapping you up as well. in your room you both changed, mike throwing your hair in a loose braid to stop it from tangling while you slept.

“there you go gorgeous” mike said, kissing you on the forehead. At this point you were exhausted, eyes slipping shut as your energy caught up with you “one last thing!” he said, and before you could blink he had pulled out a small tube of cream and was working it into your hands. “there you go baby! i know how chapped your hands get after so much activity”

“thank you so much mike, i love you” you said, slipping under the covers next to mike.

“i love you too y/n, try to get some rest” Mike replied, but you were already asleep

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #ocd!reader #fluff

[lost-in-lamentation]

more of you.

a/n: self indulgent fic today because i've been borderline sick these days and i literally cannot afford to be sick right now (so i'm pushing my illness onto MC)

content: mammon's not great at taking care of sick people, but he'd do it for you anyway.

non-established relationship. pining mammon. sick fic.

fluff. comfort. mammon × gen!reader. 1k words.

the first sign was the persistent headache that had been following you since the night before. of course, not wanting to miss your classes at RAD, you blamed it on the combination of too much caffeine and not enough rest. you practically dragged yourself to RAD, ignoring the second sign of dizziness while you walked. by the end of your first class, your headache had grown into a full blown migraine, much to your disappointment. you didn't even register the fact that the lecture had ended until mammon had his face hovering dangerously close to yours.

"oi, human. why's your face all red?"

you groaned and waved him away from you, slowly starting to pack away your things. "it's not red," you muttered.

mammon drew back with a click of his tongue, hands on his hips while he looked you up and down. "liar," the demon retorted, poking at your forehead. "jeez, you're all hot too. this doesn't feel normal."

"maybe i've just always been hot." you hissed at mammon's hand, the touch on your forehead hard enough to send the room spinning.

mammon scoffed at you, shoving his hands into his pockets while turning to leave the classroom. "i didn't mean it like that- stop thinking weird stuff!"

you would have laughed if you had the energy, but with the way your head was pounding, you didn't have it in you to do anything. with shaky legs, you pushed yourself up out of your chair, trying your best to stumble towards the doorway. you crashed into doorframe with a loud thud, landing on the floor seconds later with your head in your hands. despite your blurry vision, you saw the white haired demon rushing back towards you, his panicked voice ringing in your ears. "mammon?"

"what the hell's wrong with ya?!"

when you felt him crouch in front of you, you acted without thinking straight (not that you really could), reaching up to wrap your arms his neck. "don't feel good," you mumbled into his shoulder, slumping against his torso.

"oh, now you're admitting it," mammon growled at you. "and stop clinging to me!"

you shook your head as much as you could without making it hurt worse. "you're too loud, my head hurts."

the avatar of greed inhaled deeply, stopping himself from shouting any more. "why'd i have to be put in charge of ya in the first place?" begrudgingly, mammon hoisted you up into his arms, one arm locked under your knees and the other close to your waist. the last thing you heard before knocking out was mammon calling for one of his brothers down the hall.

when mammon finally made it back to the house of lamentation, he debated kicking the door off its hinges just to get inside, but quickly changed his mind when he remembered he still owed lucifer money for the last time he did it. he was also afraid he'd wake you up in the process, but that wasn't a real reason, he had told himself. instead, mammon shifted you in his arms so he had just enough leeway to turn the doorknob. he repeated the same process when he got to your bedroom, finally clicking the door open and shuffling over to place you down on your bed. after making sure you were still breathing, mammon turned away, ready to leave. he wasn't good with taking care of others, let alone a sick human; but when he took another look at you, dishevelled and almost helpless, mammon felt something in his stomach churn. the demon began his way back to your side, tentative fingertips brushing away the hairs that had started to stick to your forehead.

mammon frowned at the feeling, knowing that you usually never ran this hot. he only knew that because he poked at you often, and not because he had tried (and failed) to hold your hand on multiple occasions. the eldest brother had ordered mammon to come back to RAD if nothing else needed to be done, but mammon decided that maybe the human needed his care just this once.

he wasn't confident in his abilities, but he had seen what to do once while watching an anime over leviathan's shoulder. and so, mammon left your room for a few minutes, returning with a bucket of cool water and a small towel in hand. as carefully as he could, he pushed you further onto your bed so he could sit on the edge by your side. the towel, now damp, was placed onto your forehead moments after, accompanied by mammon draping a blanket over your now trembling figure. "what's your deal, getting sick all of a sudden…" mammon talked to himself every few minutes, constantly replacing the towel as it needed to be replaced. "get better already so we can go hit the casino. or somethin'." internally, mammon wished he was better at enchantments so that he wouldn't have to keep switching out the towel. the idea that satan or lucifer would be better at taking care of you made his blood boil.

the longer he stared at your face, the more his own heated up, the blush on his cheeks beginning to match yours. "so rude, ya won't even talk to me right now. if ya think getting sick gives ya an excuse, it doesn't. just so ya know!"

softly, the pads of his fingertips began to wander along your face, tracing your jaw and dancing over your cheeks lightly. a part of mammon had always wondered what it'd be like to hold your face in his hands. with a sigh, mammon pulled the towel off your forehead and dipped it into the bucket.

"it's not fair, human," he said under his breath, swirling the water with a hand. "when did i start wanting you more than anything else?"

he gazed at you longingly, setting the cloth down on your bedside table before scooting closer to you. slowly, he leaned in towards you, taking a shaky breath for courage before pressing his lips to the crown of your head. being greed incarnate, mammon wanted more of this, more of you, but he held back, not wanting to ruin what he had with you already. he pulled away from you, but couldn't get far before leaning down again and pressing his forehead to yours.

"one day," mammon murmured onto your skin, stroking your cheek delicately as he placed the towel back in its rightful place.

a/n: when i get sick and delirious i immediately just want mammom tbh

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon #obey me comfort #aris writes 🐈‍⬛

[m1ckeyb3rry]

I LEAVE YOU

Synopsis: “Mispronounced words. He had mispronounced one of the simplest words in the English language, and it had led to all of this.” (Also know as Inumaki Toge Tries To Tell You He Loves You, But It All Goes Terribly Wrong)

JJK Masterlist

Pairing: Inumaki x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.3k

Content Warnings: crack fic, secondhand embarrassment, miscommunication, mentions of sex toys/fetishes (non-explicit), megumi deserves damage pay, probably not lore-compliant, not at all to be taken seriously, characters are probably ooc tbh

A/N: i posted this literally two years ago on ao3 and it just occurred to me to put it on here LMAOAO anyways i obv wrote this a long time ago and it’s the most unserious ridiculous thing ever so please don’t judge me based on this fluffy goofy silly cracky nonsense i promise I’m better now!!

divider credits: @/benkeibear

The first emotion that spiked through you when you heard that the second years were back from their mission was relief. None of them were dead; anything else, you could deal with.

You had rushed to the infirmary, ignoring Nobara’s snickers. She alone knew who you was sprinting to see — your feelings for a certainupperclassman were highly secret, of course, but somehow she had found out, and of course she had, because she was Kugisaki Nobara, and nothing could really be kept secret from her for very long.

She had been urging you to do something, to make a move, citing that it “wasn’t like he had a lot of girls interested in him, anyways,” but you had always been too shy. You weren’t sure that you could handle a rejection, and it was hard to tell whether he was interested in you or just polite.

But your fear did not stop you from skidding to a stop in front of Shoko, giving her a wide-eyed stare, patiently waiting for her to tell you what was wrong with your friends.

“Did you need something?” she said. Obviously, her cursed technique had nothing to do with reading minds, but you still scowled at her for not knowing what you were thinking.

“The second years. Are…are they alright?” you said. She frowned, and this was your first clue that there was something less than alright going on with the trio.

“Well, they’re not permanently hurt, no,” she said. You sighed in relief — this was more than you could’ve hoped for. The curse that they had been sent to fight was obviously a strong one, and more than that, it was wily, with a rumored arsenal of techniques far beyond what you could even comprehend.

“That’s good,” you said.

“It is. They’ll all make a full recovery; Maki and Panda were barely impacted, anyways,” she said. Your blood ran cold at the name she didn’t mention.

“And Inumaki?” you said. If something had happened to him…you weren’t sure what you’d do. Probably cry. A lot.

“He’s fine, just a bit shocked. See, the curse managed to take his cursed energy from him, so until that’s been replenished, he’s just a normal person,” she said.

“Huh?” you said. “What does that mean?”

“Why don’t you just ask him yourself?” she said, ushering you into the infirmary, “I know that’s why you’re really here.”

Maki and Panda were nowhere to be found, and Shoko groaned, muttering about irresponsible children and telling you she’d be back with her patients in tow once more. This left you alone in the room with Inumaki Toge — at once your biggest dream and greatest fear.

You did not speak for the first few moments, far too nervous to open your mouth. He was buried in a mountain of pillows and blankets, soft blond hair falling in his violet eyes as he flipped through the pages of a book. His zipped up collar was nowhere to be seen; he only wore a plain white t-shirt, leaving his snake-fang seals visible. You had always thought they were pretty, so then your nerves were overtaken by infatuation with the elegant markings. The end result was the same: when Inumaki looked up, it was to you awkwardly standing in the room and watching him read.

“Hello,” he said. This made you pause and think.

“Hi?” you said.

“How are you doing?” he said. Now you really were confused.

“Not that I’m complaining, but can’t you…not speak?” you said. He set his book on his nightstand and sat up with a heavy sigh.

“Normally, I can’t. But as of right now, I can. That’s the effect of that curse we fought. I have the most cursed energy out of the three of us second years, so it drained mine, which means I’m unable to use my technique until my energy’s built up again. Shoko estimates it’ll be about a week,” he said.

“Oh!” you said. So Inumaki had one week of talking normally before he would be back to his usual limited speech. You wondered what he would think to say.

You had met Inumaki on your first day at Jujutsu Tech. He had helped you find your dorm room and then, via text, warned you about Gojo’s antics. Your crush had been born the very same day. He was so beautiful and kind that it was almost a no-brainer, really; though he could only speak in rice ball components, you didn’t even care. You found solace in swooning at him from afar, and every conversation you had ever had with him since then was filed away in a special corner of your mind, played on repeat whenever you were bored.

Nobara thought you were crazy when she found out, asking you if you had an ingredients fetish and then teasing you for a solid day by moaning tuna in your ear whenever she saw you. She only stopped because you started crying and begged Fushiguro’s Divine Dogs to chase her away if she got too close. The dogs were friendly enough and obliged, though you had had to buy Fushiguro several bags of candy for his troubles.

You could hear her voice in your ear right now as you stared at Inumaki, though it was thankfully not her moaning ingredients but rather her insisting that you say something. It was so easy; now, at least, he could reject you properly, with words instead of helpless frustration and a long-winded text about how you were nice, really, but he just thought of you as an annoying friend who didn’t leave him alone, and anyways, why would he ever like you?

“Can I tell you something?” he said before you could ask to do the same. Privately, you were relieved at this, for it meant you could procrastinate your confession a little further.

“What’s up?” you said, a small, childish hope arising in you that maybe, just maybe, this was it. Maybe he’d confess first, and then things would be very simple indeed. You allowed yourself to feel excitement building at this prospect.

“I…oh, man, how do I do this?” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a flush rising over his pale cheeks. “Ah, shit, I’ve spent my whole life wishing I could speak and having so many things to say but not the words to say them, and now that I finally can talk, I just don’t even know what to say.”

“It’s alright. You can take your time, I don’t mind,” you said politely. And you didn’t mind — whatever he had to say, you would wait around for years if you needed to in order to hear it. He ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ll just come out with it, then!” he said, nodding determinedly before locking eyes with you, “I leave you.”

It suddenly felt like you were underwater, ears ringing. Your throat choked, and pathetic, childish tears blurred your vision. He was leaving. Inumaki, for whatever reason, was leaving. And not only was he leaving, he was leaving you in specific.

“R-really?” you said, forcing a smile, though you knew it was awfully unconvincing. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What?” He seemed embarrassed, now, averting his eyes, “No, why would you think that?”

“Well, you just said…” you trailed off helplessly.

“Oh. I thought you would be happy,” he said, his voice quiet, small, ashamed. He looked almost brokenhearted, though why he would be feeling hurt about this development, you could not be sure. He was the one making the choice to leave; you were the one fated to stay behind.

“Why would I be happy about that?” you said. He was dejected when he spoke next.

“Never mind. I don’t…I don’t know what I was thinking,” he said.

“I’ll still support you,” you said, steeling yourself to flash him a watery smile, “I hope we can still be friends.”

“Yes! Yes, please, please, I know I messed up by telling you this, but I don’t want us to stop being friends,” he said.

“I’m glad you told me, though. I’d rather not be left in the dark. Have you told anyone else yet?” you said.

“No, though I’m sure Panda suspects it,” he said before shifting uncomfortably to pull his blankets up and hide his face, “Can you, um, go? I want some time alone.”

“Right,” you said, “I’m glad you’re not hurt permanently.”

As you left, you thought you heard sniffles coming from the lump under the blanket, but if he really was crying, he gave you no other indication of it. You thought of lingering, of comforting him and asking him to comfort you, demanding he tell you the reason for his departure, but it was not your place. So, biting the inside of your cheek to hold your tears back, you marched towards Nobara’s dorm.

“He told you he’s leaving you?” she said, ten minutes later once you had explained to her the entire story. “How odd. And he hasn’t told anyone he’s transferring yet? Not even Gojo or Principal Yaga?”

“No,” you said, finding solace in her warm embrace, the scent of roses that wafted off of her skin, “I just don’t understand why he’s going.”

“It’s so strange. I mean, I really thought he liked you! Although, maybe he does. Think about it, you’re the first person he’s told, so clearly he trusts you a lot!” she said.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” you said, “Regardless as to his reasons, it remains that he’s leaving me. At least he said we can still be friends, though.”

“Wait!” she said, and there was a conniving smirk on her face that spelled trouble, “I have an idea. Let’s throw a surprise going-away-party for him! Even if you don’t confess, at least it’ll show you care about him. And maybe we’ll be able to figure out why he’s leaving and where he’s going, too.”

“We have to do it before the end of the week, then, that’s when Shoko estimates his cursed energy will be back to normal and he won’t be able to talk anymore,” you said.

“I doubt you’d be complaining about that, Miss Ingredients Fetish,” Nobara said.

“I don’t have a fetish for ingredients!” you said, wriggling out of her hug and glaring at her.

“Oh, really? So you won’t get all hot and bothered if I say ‘salmon,’ right?” she said.

“No!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Nobara, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” you said.

“Salmon,” she said, panting dramatically and clutching her chest. You threw a pillow at her, knocking her off of the bed in a fit of laughter.

“You suck,” you said.

“You swallow,” she shot back.

“Ugh! You’re hopeless!” you said, throwing your hands in the air.

“I’ll text the group chat to make plans for the party!” she said. You gave her the finger and stomped out of her room to go sit in your own and mope about the fact that Inumaki was leaving.

Really, this was probably a good thing. After all, with him gone, you didn’t have to worry about him accidentally finding out about your crush. And maybe you’d even be able to move on, though you had no idea who at this school would measure up to Inumaki.

Nobara’s plan was sound, though. A going away party would be perfect to wish him one final farewell — provided, of course, that you were able to keep it a secret from the boy. This was easier said than done, but you were determined. You would make Inumaki’s party an occasion to remember, but this meant you had to call in some help.

The first thing you did the next day was video call Okkotsu, who was currently in Africa, training with a sorcerer named Miguel. You had to track down Maki and beg her for his number; she had been very confused but had given it to you anyways.

This left you staring at your phone screen, praying he would pick up. Inumaki and Okkotsu were best friends, so it would be wrong to not tell the black-haired sorcerer about your plans. He also might have some insight as to where Inumaki was going and why he was leaving.

“Hello?” Thankfully, Okkotsu picked up, looking extraordinarily confused. There were dark circles under his eyes and a katana strapped to his back. Despite the fact that he looked battle ready, he was just sitting on a couch and shoving chips in his mouth. “Who is this?”

“Okkotsu, sir! This is Y/N, I’m one of the first years at Jujutsu Tech,” you said.

“Okay. Don’t call me sir, it’s weird and I’m only a year older than you. Is there a reason you’re calling me?” he said.

“Yes, there is. See, Inumaki —” you began before he cut you off.

“Ohhh, you’re that Y/N! Yeah, yeah, I completely approve,” he said.

“Did Nobara already tell you?” you said.

“No, Inumaki’s been telling me about this for months now! Who’s Nobara?” he said.

“Months? But we didn’t even start planning until yesterday,” you said.

“He’s been dreaming of this day since the beginning of the year, even video called me and everything! I don’t think I’ve heard him say ‘salmon’ as many times in a row ever before or since,” he said. Unbidden, you remembered Nobara’s actions from yesterday and shivered before shaking your head to clear such thoughts from your mind.

“Do you know why he…you know?” you said. If Inumaki really had been planning on leaving for so long, then certainly Okkotsu would know why. The boy hummed and nodded.

“Yeah, for sure! But it’s a little weird if I say it, you know? Against the bro code or whatever, and it’d feel a bit too much like I was trying to slide in, which I’m not! Just ask him, I’m sure he’ll be delighted to tell you. God, he must be so happy right now! I wish I could be there to see it,” he said.

“Well, that’s actually why I called you. I’m throwing a surprise party in honor of the occasion, and I was wondering if you’d be able to come, or at least video call in,” you said. Each word Okkotsu uttered was like a stab in the heart, further reinforcing the fact that Inumaki really, really, really didn’t like you. Why else did he make plans to leave the literal day he had met you? You only wished he would’ve gone sooner so that your feelings did not build up and compound from a simple admiration into something greater, something beautiful and untouchable yet twisted and cruel.

“Sounds like a great time! Just video call me, I’ll be sure to pick up. And I’ll try to send something along as a gift, too! Damn, I know it’s not my news to be excited for, but it feels as though my heart’s going to burst!” he said, popping a final chip into his mouth before hanging up. You stared at the phone’s black screen for a second, marvelling at how this short conversation had made you feel even worse about the status of your relationship with Inumaki.

Before, you had believed that the two of you were friends, at least. You both had gotten along well enough — you would train together and slip each other notes with book recommendations. He had told you his favorite restaurant and described exactly the meal you should order, and you had introduced him to your favorite television series. Yet with the latest revelations that your discussion with Okkotsu had brought about, it was clear that all of this was Inumaki doing the bare minimum to tolerate you until the day he could leave.

Maybe he was glad that he could speak, if only for a short time. It allowed him to tell you in no uncertain terms that he was going away. If only he had elaborated back then! If only he had said that he felt such a way about you from the very start instead of leading you on with candy-sweet platitudes and feigned affection.

With Okkotsu’s presence now confirmed (and a gift apparently on the way), you moved on to the next thing you had to do in order to prepare for the party: recruit the other second years.

You decided to start with Maki. Though she was seemingly brusque, she was also a caring girl, and you knew she’d be thrilled to help throw a farewell party for one of her closest friends, even if she had not known he was leaving until just now.

As expected, she was properly enraged upon hearing the news.

“He’s leaving? Leaving where, exactly? The only place he’ll be going is hell, because I’m about to punch him so hard that that’s where he’ll end up!” she said, balling her fists, a vein popping in her forehead.

“Woah, hey, Maki! I don’t know where he’s going, but please don’t confront him. I don’t think he wants people knowing, and I want the party to be a surprise. He might get suspicious if he realizes that you know,” you said.

“Stupid idiot, won’t even tell his own classmates that he’s going,” she muttered, “I’ll keep your secret. But I will be committing violence at the party.”

“Please don’t!” you said, distressed at the thought, “I want him to have a fun final memory of Jujutsu Tech.”

Her eyes softened when she looked at you, and she nodded begrudgingly. “Alright. Your secret, and your party, are safe with me. I won’t tell a soul! Although, you know…a surprise farewell party would be a great place to confess your feelings.”

“How — how do you know about my feelings?” you said.

“Firstly, you’re not exactly subtle, the others are just really oblivious. Secondly, Nobara mayyyy have let something slip,” she said.

“I’m going to kill her,” you said.

“Don’t,” she said.

“No, I’m seriously considering it,” you said.

“If you do, I’ll ruin Inumaki’s party,” she threatened.

“Fine!” you whined like a child, “I’m going to go talk to Panda.”

The large bear was asleep in the sun when you reached him. You nudged him with your foot in an attempt to get him to wake up; thankfully, he did, blinking his beetle-dark eyes open sleepily and sitting up when he saw you.

“Panda, I need your help,” you said seriously once you were sure that you had his undivided attention.

“What’s the matter?” he said.

“Inumaki’s leaving, so I’m throwing him a party,” you said. Panda furrowed his brow, clearly trying to process this development.

“He is?” he finally said. You nodded, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Yeah, he literally told me as much! He was all like ‘I leave you,’ and it was kind of upsetting, actually,” you said.

“How interesting,” he said finally, and now there was mischief in his expression, “And you need my help with hosting a party?”

“I don’t know how much of a party it’ll be, exactly, I mean it’ll only be the first and second years, but yes, basically,” you said. He chuckled, rubbing his paws together menacingly.

“Excellent. Yes, I’d love to help! And it’s a surprise, right?” he said.

“Yes?” you said. He looked almost evil at this point, baring his teeth in his version of a smirk.

“Even better.”

With the second years thusly recruited and the first years taken care of by Nobara (you wasn’t sure what, exactly, she had over Fushiguro to convince him to join in on the festivities, but judging by the sour expression on his face when he RSVP'd to you, it had to be something), the guest list was complete. Panda assured you he’d get Inumaki to come without being obvious, and you were happy to entrust the task to him.

This left you to go shopping for party supplies, using Gojo’s credit card (Fushiguro had told you where it was hidden). You had convinced Nobara to stay behind, claiming that she needed to hold down the fort in your absence and get started on cleaning the room you’d use for the party. That was a lie, of course — you actually just didn’t want to take her shopping with you. If she came, you wouldn’t be back before midnight, and the party was supposed to be tonight.

“Where are you going?” Inumaki said. You almost screamed at the sound of his voice; you hadn’t expected him to just manifest out of nowhere, and especially not when you were trying to sneak out of the school in order to buy things for his surprise party.

“Shopping!” you said.

“Can I come? I feel like things were kinda left off weirdly last time we spoke, and I hoped we could try to fix them,” he said. You were unused to hearing him speak so many words at once, and you were mesmerised for a second before you mentally slapped yourself out of it.

“No! You cannot come. Sorry,” you said, feeling bad. You wanted nothing more than to talk with Inumaki, to talk and talk until your throat went dry and your words ran out, but if he saw what you were shopping for, then he’d catch on to the plan.

“Oh. Is it because I told you — ?”

“Absolutely not!” you yelped, cutting him off, not wanting him to get any ideas, “I’m shopping for personal things. Like tampons.”

“I don’t really mind that,” he said shyly, “I don’t think tampons are gross. I mean, they’re only plastic and cotton. I just really want to talk with you.”

“Sex toys!” you said.

“Um, what?” he said, taken aback. Your face was hot with embarrassment, but you needed him to understand that he was not allowed to come shopping with you. So you locked eyes with him and tried to repeat yourself.

“I am going shopping for, uh, you know…I mean, you heard me!” you said.

“Right!” he said, and he was so completely red you almost called him Clifford, “I’ll leave you to it, then! I guess we can talk later.”

You gave him a fake smile and a thumbs up, staying frozen in place until he had disappeared from sight. Then, with a wail, you called Nobara.

“I fucking told him I was shopping for sex toys!” you said, not even waiting for her to greet you like usual. There was a long silence on the other end of the line before someone cleared their throat.

“This is Fushiguro,” he said. You promptly hung up and cursed your luck. You should’ve sent Nobara to do the shopping. You really, reallyshould’ve sent Nobara.

That evening, as the sun set over the horizon and Panda distracted Inumaki, the rest of you decorated the room that Nobara and Yuji had cleared earlier in the day. Maki and Nobara were too busy whispering amongst each other to actually help, though, and you were hiding in the corner, too terrified of his reaction to even glance in Fushiguro’s direction. For his part, he did an excellent job of ignoring you, leaving him and Yuji to do the majority of the setting up.

When anxiety made it difficult to breathe, you began to fiddle with the projector, where Okkotsu’s face would be shown once he called in to the party. The green light was blinking, which meant that it was ready to go and was only waiting for you to connect your phone to it.

“It’s going to be fine,” Nobara soothed you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I think he’ll be thankful you planned something like this at all.”

“And I still think you should confess your feelings,” Maki said, adding her unwanted opinion, “Seriously! If he rejects you then it doesn’t matter, because he’ll just be leaving soon anyways. I think you should consider it.”

“She’s right,” Nobara said, “Here, maybe this’ll motivate you.”

She leaned in until her lips were barely brushing against the shell of your ear, cool breath tickling against your neck.

“What are you doing?” you said, unamused. She pitched her voice lower before speaking.

“Bonito flakes.”

“You little — stop doing that! I do not have an ingredients fetish!” you shouted, hitting her shoulder repeatedly. She burst into raucous laughter, tears of mirth gathering along her lash line.

“I’m going to have to request you to please stop talking about your intimate life in front of me, please,” Fushiguro said uncomfortably, “I already know far more than I ever wanted to.”

“Fushiguro, it wasn’t like that, I was shopping for party supplies! I only said the other thing to throw Inumaki off the trail,” you said.

“Okay,” he said, obviously not believing you but allowing you to pretend, “Whatever you say.”

“Shh! Panda and Inumaki are on their way!” Yuji said, interrupting the conversation by hushing all of you obnoxiously, “Everyone, positions!”

You all ducked behind various pieces of furniture, and one of Fushiguro’s Divine Dogs hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness before it melted into the shadows once more.

A second later, the door creaked open, revealing Inumaki and Panda’s silhouettes standing in the frame. From beside you, Nobara began to giggle, and you pinched her in an effort to get her to shut up. It worked, although it did have the unfortunate consequence of her pinching you back.

“What’s going on here?” Inumaki said, turning the lights on. As soon as he did, you all (with the exception of Fushiguro, of course) leapt out at him. He fell backwards in surprise, staring up at you through thick lashes.

“Surprise!” Yuji said.

“It’s not my birthday?” Inumaki said.

“Do you see a cake anywhere?” Nobara said, “This isn’t a birthday party, it’s a farewell party!”

“A farewell party? But who are we saying farewell to?” Inumaki said in confusion.

“You. Did you think we wouldn’t care about your departure? You idiot, we’re going to miss you so much!” Maki said, sniffing and wiping away a tear.

“Let’s all go around and share our favorite memories with Inumaki,” Yuji said. Inumaki seemed dumbfounded, so Nobara took the initiative to respond.

“That’s a great idea! I’ll go first — I really enjoyed the one time he let me paint his nails,” she said.

“I don’t have any good memories,” Fushiguro deadpanned, “But if I had to pick a tolerable one, it would be when I convinced him to use his Cursed Speech on Nanami.”

“I remember that!” Maki said, howling in laughter, “And I can’t pick a favorite memory. We just have too many good ones.”

“Same!” Yuji said, and he was bawling now for some reason, “You’re just so cool, Inumaki! I’m so sad that you’re going!”

“Y/N, what about you?” Maki said.

“Confess! Confess! Confess!” Nobara chanted, not even trying to be subtle about it anymore.

“Be quiet!” you said.

“Do it or I’ll do it for you!” she said. You looked around at the audience; they all seemed interested, even Fushiguro. Though you wanted to talk to Inumaki in a bit more of a private setting, Nobara and Maki were right in that this was the perfect time to say something. So, taking a deep breath, you faced the boy.

“Inumaki,” you said, “I know that I’ve been acting weird recently, ever since you told me you’ll be going, but that’s because I don’t want you to. See, the truth is that I love you. I think I have for a while now, and I’m going to miss you, and I don’t want you to go, so please don’t. Please stay.”

He blinked. “Huh? What do you mean? I never said I was going anywhere.”

“Yes you did!” you said, pointing at him accusingly, “I remember it! That day in the infirmary!”

“I didn’t say I was going anywhere, I said I leave you!” he said.

“That’s the same thing!” you said indignantly, “You’re getting upset about semantics when I just confessed that I love you, idiot! Doesn’t that even mean anything to you?”

“No? I’ve never heard of that word before!” he said.

“Love? You’ve never heard of love before?” you said. He shook his head.

“Nope,” he said.

“L-O-V-E. Love. That rings no bells?” you said. His face suddenly went snow-white.

“L-O-V-E is pronounced…love?” he said.

“How the hell else would it be pronounced?” you snapped, feeling far too bewildered and irritated to soften your words. How could he have treated your feelings so flippantly? How did he just not understand love?

Inumaki suddenly found the floor incredibly fascinating. “...leave.”

“What?” You said.

“What?” he said innocently.

“OH MY GOD!” Nobara squealed, catching on far quicker than you, “You both are idiots!” Finally, you began to understand, and then you were inclined to agree with her.

“So you’re not going anywhere?” you checked.

“No, I’m not,” he said.

“He hasn’t been able to speak for practically his entire life,” Panda said, shoulders shaking with laughter, “Can you blame him if he mispronounces a couple of words now and then? It’s not like anybody’s ever corrected him before.”

Mispronounced words. He had mispronounced one of the simplest words in the English language, and it had led to all of this.

“You’re not leaving,” you said again, drawing closer to him, “You’re not leaving me.”

“I won’t ever leave you if you don’t want me to,” he said, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug.

“Don’t,” you said, “Please don’t.”

“I love you. That’s what I meant to say all along,” he said.

“I guess I threw this whole party for nothing, then,” you said, hiding your face in his shirt.

“Is this what you were shopping for earlier? Not…the other things?” he said.

“Yeah. It was just a surprise, so I didn’t want you coming along,” you said, feeling bashful at how entirely silly the entire affair had ended up being. He let out a warm, gentle laugh that caused his chest to vibrate against your cheek.

“It’ll be hard, you know. Once this week is over, I’ll be back to only speaking in rice ball ingredients,” he warned.

“That’s probably for the best. Less room for misinterpretation,” you said.

“Plus, she has an ingredients fetish!” Nobara chimed in. You withdrew from the safety of Inumaki’s shirt to scowl at her.

“Enough with the ingredients fetish!”

A knock at the door interrupted the tense showdown; Panda opened it to reveal a delivery man, who was holding a package and fidgeting, probably out of fear, considering he was face to face with a giant, sentient panda.

“I have a package from an Okkotsu Yuta, addressed here?” he said. You slapped your forehead.

“Shit, I forgot about him! Thank you,” you said, accepting the box and then quickly calling Okkotsu.

“Hey, guys!” he said cheerily. His phone must have been set up against the wall of a building or something, because it showed him busy using his katana to exorcise curses and not even breaking a sweat, “Sorry, this isn’t a great time, but congratulations on getting together! I hope you like your present — hey! Stay away from the iPhone!” The screen abruptly went dark as a curse swiped at Okkotsu’s cell phone, knocking it down while the sorcerer snarled.

“Open the present!” Yuji said excitedly.

Inside of the box were two bright pink t-shirts. Both of them had white lettering on them — one said I’m Okkotsu Yuta’s Best Friend Foreverand the other said I’m Okkotsu Yuta’s Girlfriend-in-Law.

You all stared at them, expressions varying from amusement to delight to horror. You didn’t even question how Okkotsu had known that you and Inumaki would confess to each other. Clearly, he already thought you both were together, so it was really just divine timing in that sense.

Somewhere in Africa, Okkotsu finished exorcising the curses and sheathed his katana, casting aside his jacket to reveal a bright pink shirt that said on it in white lettering, I’m Okkotsu Yuta.

“Maybe they’ll let me third wheel,” he mused to himself, “I mean, they had better, considering how hard these shirts were to find at the thrift store.”

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Anonymous: <p>I have a Travis request!!!</p><p>X reader meets his parents fluff xxx</p>

Mama Kelce was kind of famous. There wasn’t a football fan who hadn’t heard her name or known how proud she was of both of her professional NFL player sons. That should be intimidating enough, right? Add to that the fact that Travis was a mama’s boy, and you were a bundle of nerves as you were driving to Travis’s parents’ house for dinner. You were meeting them for the first time, and Travis was ecstatic because he had already planned your future together and this was just the first of many steps.

“Will you relax?” Travis asked as he chuckled from the driver’s seat, the look of fear of your face very evident. You gave him wide eyes as you adjusted your dress. “Do you think this is an appropriate dress? I didn’t want to seem like a slut, but I really didn’t have anything conservative enough.” Travis grabbed your hand, giving it gentle squeeze to ground you. “Baby, you’re rambling. I promise you my mom and dad will not care about what you’re wearing. They just want to meet you.” You let out a breath, trying to relax.[[MORE]]

As soon as the front door swung open, Donna was enveloping you in a tight hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N! Travis has talked about you non-stop.” You looked at Travis who was blushing. “Mom, let’s not.” He motioned for her to stop talking, but the damage was done. “Come in, come in.” Donna ushered you into the foyer, where you were greeted by Travis’ dad, Ed. He pulled you in for a hug as well, a lot gentler than Donna, which surprised you because Travis always said his dad was more reserved. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Let’s get you guys into the living room, can’t wait to get to know you.” You gave Travis eyes as you walked in front of him. He just smiled, knowing that they loved you already.

Donna handed you a glass of water as you settled on the couch next to Travis. “Thank you, Mrs. Kelce.” She waved off your formality as she sat down on the other side of the coffee table. “Please, call me Donna. Travis tells us you’re from New York. Were you raised there?” You nodded as you swallowed your mouth full of water. “Yes, originally from Queens.” “Travis tells us you have three sisters and two brothers. Such a big family!” You looked at Travis who was avoiding eye contact with you, focusing on his fingernails. “Yeah, I do. I’m the youngest. Did he also tell you my blood type?” You laughed, the room erupting in laughter at your joke. “I like her, Travis.” Ed nodded at his son, giving you a genuine smile. Travis placed a hand on your thigh, a reassuring sign that you could relax, and for the first time all night, you finally did.

You learned a lot about Travis’ childhood over dinner. “Wait, I had no idea that Travis took ballet classes!” You threw your head back in laughter at this realization. “Yep,” Donna nodded, “we were trying to find something for him to do to get his energy out. He was too young for football, so we put him in dance classes. He was really good!” You rubbed Travis’ back as he tried to hide his embarrassment. “I can show you photos after dinner.” “Don’t you dare!” Travis pointed at his mom. “Oh, come on baby, I have to see these now. There is no way I’m leaving without seeing the photos. And maybe leaving with some copies” you whispered over to Donna.

With the night coming to an end, you were so happy that the dinner had gone well. “We’ll see you at the game next weekend, right?” Ed asked as you were walking out the door. “Of course, can’t wait to catch up again.” You gave them both a wave as you headed to the car. Once you were sure that they were gone, you broke out into a dance, the awkward movements making Travis chuckle. “God you are a terrible dancer.” You ignored him, breaking into the running man. Travis laid his arms on the hood of his car, admiring your silliness. You finally stopped when you were out of breath, placing your hands on your knees. “What was that for?” Travis asked. “Are you kidding?”, you pointed back to the house, “that went so well. I was so scared they were going to hate me, and they don’t! They love me.”

“I told you they were going to love you.” Travis added as he opened the car door. You slid into your seat, and Travis immediately locked lips with you, cupping your face with both of his hands. “I love you.” You looked up at Travis, his eyes filled with love. “I love you too, baby.” He didn’t tell you that night, but it was first time he realized you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

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Ride or die

☆ SECOND ENDING OF TAKE A CHANCE ON ME ☆ (please read that first for it to make sense ^^)

Genre: a bit of action, crack, fluff, strangers to lovers

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: cowboy!Mingi x gn!reader

Warnings: swear words, mentions of weapons, bullets, someone is being killed (but he's a villain), time skip but they are in love, pet names, broken humour, possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @pocketjoong-reads, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @i-luvsang, @ad0rechuu

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

Tiredness seemed to take the best of you, so you did what you thought was best; went home. You didn't want to spend your non-existent energy on some guy you just met and seemed to have beef with right away—and despite Mingi being another unknown face you happened to meet, you couldn't lie, but he kinda had you wrapped around his finger. The little kiss on your cheek had butterflies dancing inside your stomach, and you just wanted to get to know him better, to see the mysterious cowboy again. You let your steps guide you on the well-known path to your house, an exhausted smile stretching your lips as you saw the familiar building. You got inside right away and threw yourself on the couch, falling asleep while thinking about the sharp eyes under his brown hat.

The next morning came almost immediately, the sunset having you in front of the bar you worked at while you inspected the door. Fuck, did I forget to lock the door? Did someone break into this place? You were overwhelmed. When you tried unlocking the door with the keys only you owned, the door opened without any effort. You stepped cautiously inside, grabbing a vase full of flowers from some shelf—you needed to be prepared. You tried to keep as silent as possible, yet a sharp scream left your mouth the moment someone covered your eyes.

"Shhh, doll, it's just me." he whispered in your ear, planting a kiss there as he smiled and you turned to face him.

"You scared the fuck out of me. Why are you here so early? And how did you get here?"

"I'm good with lock picking. And I couldn't let you clean alone, I wanted to surprise you."

"Such a well-mannered assassin, who would have thought?" you said, getting on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his cheek.

He smirked, tucking some hair strands under your ear as he said: "I'm good with people who deserve my kindness."

"What if you used it against them instead? You know, as one would say, kill 'em with kindness."

"That is just overrated, doll." he said, laughter escaping from his lips, making you giggle at how beautiful he sounded.

He sounded pure, and you truly hoped you could get to know him better, to see what was hidden under his crazy assassin persona. You didn't know what had gotten into you, and what made you feel so safe with a criminal; yet, in a world full of cruelty, Mingi begged to differ.

"Should I come pick you up when your shift's over? We can have a nice walk around the city."

"I… would actually love that, Min."

Min. What a silly nickname, yet how happy he felt when it was coming from you.

The time of freedom has finally come, and Mingi kept his promise; there you were, walking hand in hand, his hat on your head as you admired how the wind messed up his pink hair. You thought it was cute—the way he put some of his accessories on you, turning you into a mini-him, he was truly cute and one day was enough for you to see his true self. You two stopped at a river near the city, surrounded by imposing trees and covered in the darkness of the night.

"I usually come here to clear my mind a bit, it's quite a safe place for me," Mingi spoke, looking at you as you were excitedly admiring the surroundings: "And you're the first person I have ever brought here."

His words finally brought you back to reality, making you look at him as he smiled at you.

"What did you say?" you dared, raising an eyebrow as his lips curled into a playful smirk.

"Nothing, doll." he shrugged, facing the river and taking in the scenery.

You started to walk around, hearing several shifting sounds as you approached some trees. You could swear you saw some silhouettes behind them, but you thought it was just your imagination; yet when you saw a man pointing a gun at Mingi's unguarded back, you decided it was time to take matters into your own hands. Thus, you went next to Mingi, pretending to hug him, your hand slipping close to his gun holster. You took the revolver and pushed Mingi aside, closing your eyes and pulling the trigger—the reverberating sound of the gunfire filled your ears, the only things you heard after were some screams, the outlaws shouting "Let's run" to each other while they disappeared in the darkness.

Mingi was astonished by what had just happened, way too fast for his relaxed state of mind, as this used to be his safe space.

"Did I… did I just kill him?"

"I'm afraid we gotta hide the body now, love."

"I'm… will the police search for me too now?"

"Nah, babes. You're safe with me." he said, his hands finding their way around your waist, holding you close to him. "You saved my life, thank you."

"I guess we're even now, Min."

Maybe life as an outlaw wasn't as bad as it seemed, especially since you had Mingi by your side. You were on your way to meet his friend, Hongjoong, your body now clothed in a leather outfit, similar to Mingi's.

"Are you nervous?"

"To meet Hongjoong? Pfff, not at all. I might say I'm more scared of meeting his goat friend than him."

Mingi couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, imagining how offended Joong would act at your silly joke. Perhaps that's what made him fall in love with you so easily—yet, when you heard Hongjoong's imposing voice and noticed his intimidating posture, maybe, just maybe, you felt the need to grip Mingi's hand tighter, eyes locking with his sharp ones as he smiled.

"So, that's our new outlaw?’’ Hongjoong said, lowering the bandana around his mouth just enough so you could see his lips moving.

You looked at Mingi and smiled when he squeezed your hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a chaste kiss on it, making you nod to Hongjoong.

"Pretty skilled if you ask me. We met because I saved their life, yet we were brought together by them saving mine." he said proudly.

Hongjoong smiled brightly at you, forgetting about his tough persona for just bit of time, so you could ease yourself a bit. He then smirked at Mingi, happy stars gathered in his eyes for his friend's achievement—finding himself someone who risked it all for their love, his ride or die. Mingi was also one of a kind; he loved showing you off, be it to his friends, missions, or anything. He loved matching his leather coat and hat to yours, leaving the sweet illusion of the perfect couple, cause you two were near one. And even though your relationship might have been a new one, he was ready to see it bloom into something even more beautiful under his eyes.

"I love you, Y/n." he said, bringing your face closer to his and touching your lips with his.

"I love you too, Min." you said, returning the sweet favor.

"Yah, you two, get a room! Disgusting." the eldest said, yet the smile on his face gave him away for the way his heart jolted in happiness for his friend.

Destiny seemed to have many plans for you and you didn't expect this to be part of your future, yet, even if you were villains in other people's stories, what mattered to you was that you two were the heroes of each other's lives, forever tied by a thread, together.

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[visionsofmagic]

༒ destiny ༒ odin’s sons [thor, heimdall, baldur] x reader

↷ chapter one “the first sight” | masterlist

✧ summary: visiting the place odin gave to them for bringing a goddes to the asgard, none of the brothers accepted someone like ‘you’. they wanted to accomplish the mission as soon as possible but not you who gave them a rule if they wanted you to follow them into the asgard, getting praises of their daddy.

✵ wc: 6k

✧ warnings&tags: events take place before gow 4 and ragnarok. cursing/swearing, fluff, baldur is an ass, heimdall is not that cocky (not yet) but still; heimdall is heimdall, touchy and so confident!reader, girl boss energy, using magic, original creatures, blood, violence, death, disgusting requests (by creatures), & more in the chapter! enjoy. <3

✵ notes: to what I gathered from the web, the height disturbation is like these; thor > heimdall > baldur. I hope it is correct one but there is no much differences between heimdall and baldur, so, that’s it. & I tried to make it cannon as possible but I can’t help but add some non-cannon things into the fic since it is a fanfiction, so, I hope you will like them. ^^ thanks! [comments, likes and rb appreciated!]

  “Oh, poor thing.”

Kneeling down to the level of a wolf, full of black fur around his body, you began to examine his wound on the stomach, probably because of another animal’s work which he escaped from. As your hands were standing on his wound, blood everywhere, the wolf growled in both pain and defensive ways; pain coming from its wound, and defensive because of you. He was afraid to be touched by you, not knowing your true intentions. To make it clear, you smiled to him, “Shh, I will just heal it, do not worry.” 

He looked at you for a few seconds before putting his head on the grass, taking heavy breaths. Slowly, you began to heal the wound with using magic, blue glows goes from your fingers’ tips to his wound, closing it. 

The wolf’s heavy breaths and painful moans changed into relaxed and happy ones thanks to the magic. When you finished, you smiled widely at him while cleaning the blood on his black fur with a wet cloth. “See? You are good as before!” 

The wolf howled to show he was good, finally. Then, he got up, moving his muscles to see whether the wound was gone completely or not. Turning to you, the wolf, probably old enough to acknowledge your kindness – not a wild one, allowed you to caress his head which you accepted gladly while smiling widely. “You are so cute!” 

“Oh, such a good compliment. Thank you, witch.”  

Rolling your eyes, you turned to the owner of voice, the wolf in sync. “And I was wondering when you would get tired of watching me and come out.” 

Smirking to you, he allowed for a few seconds for you to study him and his looking; different kinds of tattoos all over his body from neck to abdomen, traveling around the arms and hands, even fingers. His woad-blue tattoos of Norse runes looked good on him, you could tell from this away. You wondered if he had tattoos on invisible parts of his body, covered with clothes. He looked like the weather of any realms would not be a matter for him, not even the mystic weather of Vanaheim, the realm you were in at the moment. He was a God, clearly, looking all mischievous and egoistic. From the way he introduced himself, opening his arms widely towards you, with a smirk on his bearded face with marbles on his beard. He would look better if he hadn’t that irritating smirk on his face, looking so – bossy. His brown beard completed with his brown hair. His blue eyes were distinctive that had unmanageable sparkles, making you want to look another way. 

The wolf stood in front of you when the unknown God took a few steps towards your sitting position. As the wolf began to growl, you stopped him by caressing his head, calming him down and feeling happy to see that you gained his trust by simple healing his wound. Animals were so innocent for these realms, truly. 

“It’s okay,” He looked at you, calming down. “Let’s allow man introduce himself first.” 

Looking back at the God, you nodded for him to continue. He chuckled, “Baldur.” It was enough to introduce himself in his mind, and he was right, indeed, it was enough because how could you not know son of Odin, his best tracker as they said, Baldur. 

Being the untouchable God, he sure had gut and confidence at a high level which made you want to roll your eyes at his attitude, not feeling any fear or something like that. No, there was no man or woman that would give you fear, including Odin’s allies, the All-Father everyone was afraid of. 

“To what do I owe this visit, son of Odin?” 

He shrugged, “I do not know it either, witch.” He seemed angry for a moment, “Even though All-Father knew very well I dislike any witch, he sent me to take you the Asgard. It seems you are – special?” It was like a question he was asking to himself, disbelief of the ongoing events caused by Odin. Knowing the All-Father from your previous years, you knew he sent him to a mission in which he had to bring you to the Asgard. 

Smiling gently, you said, “Then, he sent you for nothing. I will not go to the Asgard.” Turning to the wolf that was licking your palm cutely, you added, “Therefore, it’s better for you to leave. Glad to meet.” 

Leaves’, that crashed under Baldur’s heavy steps, sounds came to your ears. Then, he stopped behind you, kneeling to the same level as you and making you to look into his blue eyes. Now, he looked demanding about the mission he had at the moment. However, there was something unfamiliar in those eyes – something you could not put a name on – maybe, he was interested in you? 

“You didn’t introduce yourself, so, I can not say ‘glad to meet too’ now, can I?” 

What a jerk. You chuckled, “Didn’t your precious father tell you about me, hm?” 

You were smart, he could give that and you knew he was more interested now thanks to your answer, not giving him any knowledge about you but he was determined. So, he looked at the wolf in your arms, looking back at him with threatening black eyes. The wolf looked like he knew you for ages. 

Then, you smiled to calm the air down, “Wanna pet him?” You asked and Baldur looked surprised for a while, then, he smirked. Straighten his posture, he shrugged, looking like he was drunk – and sounding like he was high.  

“Why would I want to pet – it?” 

Rolling your eyes, you stood up finally, giving the wolf last petting on the head, whispering his ear that he should go your home, using the magic to help him track your hidden house in the woods. He began to run, happy to be with you after you finished here. 

Turning to Baldur, you looked at his smirking face. He was irritating. 

While you were fixing the brownish cloak you had, cleaning dirt on it, you shrugged, looking confident of yourself clearly to make Baldur acknowledge that you would not go to there, not today at least. You had no intention to see Odin’s irritating face and from the look his son had on his face, they wanted you badly – not a good sign considering Odin. “I don’t know what made you think that I would come with you, but, to clear your mind, I want to say that I have no intentions to visit Asgard anytime soon.” Finally, giving him your nod, you said, friendly – not wanting to create a trouble for today. “Y/n, my name.” 

He looked you from head to toe without any shame, studying you. “I do not who you are miss but you had to be someone – important, so, you definitely will come with me – well,” He rolled his eyes at the sounds of men’s steps around you, “Us.” 

Turning to your behind, you saw two other Gods surrounded your environment. What a painful day you were having – so troublesome. 

You looked at them as Baldur’s head went out of behind, standing on your right, close to your shoulder but you didn’t move an inch, not wanting him to understand how you wanted to get out of this situation you were in without your control. He meant harm but not yet, so, you decided to be friendly. 

Baldur smirked as he pointed out the bigger man among them to you with his forefinger, “Thor, the God of Thunder, as you probably know thanks to – well, his deadly works.” The God – Thor looked so taller and bigger than you could imagine. He hadn’t any tangible cloth on his upper body except his armors on the shoulder and arms. His famous hammer was resting on his belt, looking cute from this far but you knew how many blood that hammer had on its surface. His orange and red mixed colored hair and beard was something unique to him, messy but still looking glamorous. He had tattoos on his body and blue eyes like Baldur had. They looked similar even if it was just a little. 

You knew very well Thor was bad news, worse than his brothers and sons – unlike Baldur who was the God of Light and Peace – yes, it was funny that he had these titles which were contrary to his own actions, Thor was the God of Thunder. People tend to call him as chaos bringer since the places he visited had faced with death’s itself by the hand of Thor – one of the most powerful sons of Odin as they described. 

Baldur’s breath touched your ear, giving you tickles, as he spoke again, “The other not-so-handsome one is Heimdall. Actually he only has one job, carrying that Gjallarhorn but All-Father insisted to bring him too.” 

Heimdall, the most loyal son of Odin who looked like he was having one of the worst days of his entire life with an annoying expression on his face, was the bearer of the Gjallarhorn, the mighty horn Heimdall will use to start Ragnarok – ending of the all realms. He sure had his unique features; golden hair that braided beautifully, glowing purple eyes – shinier than normal Aesir people who had Bifrost’ power in them thanks to Odin’s blessing, and cleaner armor than his half-brothers. He probably was taller than Baldur who stayed on your behind, so closely, and smaller than Thor who was standing like a stone beside Heimdall. 

Except Baldur and Heimdall who weren’t afraid of showing their own intentions and thoughts through their faces’ expressions, Thor was unreadable. He had no particular expression on his face except a little tiredness. He indeed was a man of action, not talking, unlike Baldur who took a step forward, standing in beside you while others stayed still.  

“Y/n, right?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, you see, All-Father not sent only me but my brothers as well which is,” He waved his fingers on the air, “One-thousandth event that happens. From this, I can tell you really had to come with us, but,” 

He smirked while Heimdall’s low voice heard from away that took your attention, “At least he can use his brain.” 

Thor’s deep voice heard after that, “Like even you had one.” 

Then, when Heimdall turned to say more to his half-brother, Baldur’s body stood in front of you, blocking your vision. He had more sparkles on his blue eyes. “I am not a patient one like my father. If you insist about not coming, I have to either take you with force or,” His smirk grew, “Kill you.” He winked, “Choice is up to you, miss.” 

While you were looking at him, Thor’s massive body which was built so strong, stood beside Baldur, looking down at his face. “All-Father said no killing, no hurting.” 

Heimdall took Baldur’s other side, making him look smaller between their bigger bodies. They would even look cute if they were good guys, not sons who listens their daddy without thinking twice. 

“When you begin to listen him anyway?” Heimdall asked, looking up to Thor’s face, unreadable still. 

They clearly didn’t get along that well. How you could blame though? – You asked to yourself; three powerful Gods, probably already broken because of being Odin’s – the most manipulative and cruel father out there, sons. They seemed to obey every command their father give with particular shagginess. If Odin sent them here like they claimed, he sure wanted you so – so badly and that made you happier since you were not going to there. Odin would only face his sons’ face, disappointed. 

Maybe you would go there secretly only to see that.

While they were arguing about something, you said, putting on the hood of your cloak, “I thought the Aesir Gods and Goddess, especially sons of Odin, had some stance enough to not to use any force, but, what a surprising era we are living in, don’t you think?” It was a question for Baldur but you didn’t need any response from any of them because the surprised look on their attractive and lovely faces – you had to give them that, was enough. Clearly, they didn’t except you to be that – confident and full of yourself. 

Then, with a wink to Baldur, you said, “And I am afraid there is no way you can kill me either. So, out of any options, you can give me – nothing.” Turning away from them, you waved a goodbye. “Glad to meet you. Have a good day.” – Oh they definitely weren’t having a good day – at all, and this made your day better. You could not tease one but three sons of Odin in one day after all. 

“Woman.“ Thor’s deep and dangerous voice gave you chills, making you stop walking into the forest just to go home. “All-Father has a request.” 

“Which I do not care about,” You said finally. Yes, indeed these men took your attention with their different and unique features – also, personalities. However, even they could not make you go whatever you didn’t want. “Look,” you said, turning to them, hands on the chest in a defensive manner. “Turning to daddy with an empty hand will do no good but it is dumb to think that I will follow three strangers into there.” 

“Strangers?” Heimdall asked, disbelief in his voice. All three of them had different type of speaking and voices but each of them was – special. “How could you not know the God of Foresight – the one who is Herald of the Ragnarok?” He was the most egoistic one – not so surprising. However, it was both annoying and – attractive. 

Smiling, you shrugged, “Titles means nothing. I had to know – you to know you.” 

Thor looked confused while Baldur smirked, “I told ya that she has a way with words.” 

Heimdall rolled his eyes, “Not impressed.” 

Indeed, he was impressed. You could tell that from the way his body moved; his glowing eyes on you – the most magical thing you witnessed in all realms, he took a few steps towards you, starting a new conversation, “Who are you?” He asked and now, you were the confused one. 

“What?” You looked each of them from left to right, slowly. When you saw their faces, you began to chuckle, “You say Odin sent you – for me but he didn’t tell you who I am?” Putting a finger on your chin, you said in a low tone, mostly to yourself, “Interesting.” What Odin was thinking about? What were his true intentions on this mission – bring you to his wings or another thing? He sure had goals about taking benefits from you but what were they – you wondered because the last time you used your real powers was long ago. He couldn’t remember you entirely – could he? 

“So?” Heimdall said again, “I can’t wait for another hour in this realm. My armor gets dirty.” 

“Don’t worry, daddy will get you a new one you brat.” Baldur mocked Heimdall, having real fun while teasing his half-brother. It was clear that Baldur’s relationship with Heimdall was different than the one he had with Thor who started talking when Heimdall was about to say another annoying comment. 

“It’s enough.” Thor looked bossy once again. Looking at you, he walked ‘till he reached you, leaving a certain gap between your opposite bodies. You had to look up to so him more. “Heimdall give her the letter.” 

Heimdall looked annoyed, saying, “Don’t give me order. I am not Baldur.” 

“Should be this an insult?” He sure was having his fun. 

Heimdall then gave you the letter, making your fingers touch each other in a closer way than before. The touch gave you jolt in an unexpected way. What was this? – It wasn’t anything like you had with other men who touched you with a simple reason like buying something from you or simply, greeting. It was different than that but you couldn’t think any further about it since they were waiting for you to open the letter, reading it and taking a decision. 

Possibly, even they didn’t know what was written in the letter, so, you opened it while covering words from their eyes. 

Dear L/N, I hope my sons do not give you any hard time since they are given a request from me; bringing you to here, a realm which you will face kindness and peace. 

Let’s have a chat in here. So, listen my sons, they will help you to come here. 

Waiting for your arrival soon. 

After finishing reading, the letter burned suddenly. Odin who even didn’t write his own name on the letter didn’t want you to hold it. He didn’t want anyone have something from him, possibly, because he had so many enemies and you could be one of them even if he was trying to see you as a new ally. 

Looking back to his sons, you studied their expressions. Except Heimdall, they looked calm and a little curious. Baldur’s focus was on you, and Thor looked like he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Vanaheim was a realm Odin could not enter, so, they had enemies in here. After Freya’s sad fate, Vanaheim felt betray coming from Aesir people and Odin’s himself. Therefore, Aesir people weren’t welcome in here – understandable. You weren’t a Vanir. You just found a safe home in here and you knew very well if you would not allow them to bring you into the Asgard, they would find your home – hidden in the woods after tracking you down, mostly Baldur. 

Sighing, you looked at them one by one and when you were about to say something, you saw how Heimdall looked so – shocked; a confused face, furrowing, looking both surprised and angry about something you didn’t know yet. When he caught your gazes on him, he made an angry sound, turning from your face to Baldur who was smirking. “Well,” He said, closing the gap between your bodies – a bold and confident one as hell. “What is your choice? Do not think that my brothers will not use any physical support to complete mission.” 

“Fighting is not my style,” Heimdall said, annoyed more than ever. “I outnumber them, unlike your wild acts Baldur.” 

Baldur rolled his eyes, not paying attention to Heimdall who was still angry but not showing any of it towards you but you knew something wasn’t right in his mind about you. 

Baldur stood in front of you once again, hands on his waist, looking at you to get an answer. 

Sighing, you nodded in defeat. They wouldn’t let you leave their sides if you said ‘no, they were too loyal to Odin for that to happen. Indeed, you were powerful but not dumb – trying to fight with all three sons of Odin who had great power; an invulnerable one, master of foresight, and meaning of strength, no, you couldn’t win a fight including three of them. Therefore, you said to them, “I will but,” You raised a forefinger to Baldur’s face, making him look at your finger to your face and he was – impressed? Clearly, no man or woman was this bold in his life. “I have one rule.” 

“Who do you think you are to give me a rule?” Heimdall scoffed, ready to give another roll of eyes.

You shrugged, “I am Y/n,” coming to his side you smiled, raising a hand on the air to greet him properly. He was only a naughty boy of his daddy who needed meet with someone other than Aesir people. “Heimdall, right?” 

He looked at your hand to get the gesture, then, finally – he took your hand on his, greeting you like the way he had taught – gentle. It was a funny tickle on your hand which you could not avoid because even though you wanted to deny it, it was clear that you had an interest on him. A knowledge Vanir Goddess told you about Heimdall, the most loyal one to All-Father, had a gift of reading minds and intentions of others. You wondered if he was reading your mind right now but even he was reading it, you couldn’t hide that you were curios about him when the Goddess gave you information about him. You imagined his purple glowing eyes and from this close, you already realized how he could take people under control with only his lovely eyes. 

Leaving his hand, you went for Thor next, giving him your smaller hand which he looked for a moment but didn’t greet. He was closed than others. He wasn’t talkative and open to strangers, you could see that but you wanted to give an expression that Heimdall didn’t take your focus. You could not trust them, not yet at least. 

“Nice to meet you too, Thor. I am Y/n, again.” 

“Cut the friendly attitude woman,” Thor said, sounding calm, not that hostile contrary to what he said. “Even if I do not like him,” He was referring to Heimdall behind you whose piercing gazes were on your face, studying you shamelessly. Neither Baldur nor Heimdall had any shame. They were bold ones. Thor continued, “You can’t give us any rule. We are not child.” 

“I didn’t say you were but if you want to be appreciated by your precious daddy, you have to bring me back with you. So, I give you a chance to do that.” You shrugged, still fearless. You turned to Baldur, smirking, “Choice is up to you, mister.”  

Baldur shrugged, looking not interested in the boring conversation. He just looked at his half-brothers, gathering their answers from the expressions. However, their faces were straight that you decided to start walking outside the wild forest of Vanaheim; beauty in the wildness, the realm always impressed you. You wished Odin never existed, bringing sorrow to realms. 

“So about my rule,” You said after a while, hearing their steps’ heavy sounds behind you. They were following you like three puppies. Chuckling inside your head, you wondered how Heimdall didn’t say a thing about the way you were thinking. Maybe he wasn’t reading your simple mind at all at the moment. “I can’t know whether you will prison me in the Asgard or not –“ 

“We would do it until now.” Baldur interrupted your speech, making you chuckle and looking behind for a moment to see his cocky face. 

“You could try.” Then, you continued to speak about the rule. “Anyway, if you want to make me come, you should wait ‘till I accomplish mine.” 

“Yours?” It was surprisingly Thor, asking this. “What’s your mission? Do you serve any God?” 

You shook your head in a negative way, “No. I bow to no one, including Odin. My mission is for the sakes of innocent people who need help.” 

“You want me to help lower lives? Do you think that my time is insignificant to do that? I am protector of the Asgard –“ 

“Blah blah blah,” Baldur said, mocking Heimdall, “Just go back to your daddy and leave it us.” He pointed at himself and Thor who was looking bothered from their half-brothers’ endless teasing. 

“You?” Heimdall laughed, “To make it clear, if All-Father thought you two would be enough, he wouldn’t insist me to come with you. Apperantely, you need me.” 

You wanted to say it was same either way; Baldur and Thor needed Heimdall and he needed them but you kept silent, not wanting to take any hostile behavior from them. You liked them. They looked – innocent. Not too innocent but not menace. 

“Talking talking talking. It’s all you got brat.” Baldur took a few steps. 

“And what you have except a mindless brain you dummy.” Heimdall returned his steps with his. They were close, dangerously. 

While they were talking nonsense, just to tease each other, Thor happened to be beside you, standing so tall and like a stone, covering your smaller physic with his massive one. Unreadable sparkles were on his blue eyes, looking so good with his red-orange colored hair and beard. Gifts, abilities and titles were not only things Odin gave them. They all had attractiveness uniquely, you had to accept. 

“What’s your mission?” He asked, sounding not interested but wanting to know. 

“Every realm has a magnificent magical stone – each one in all realms, contains imprisoned souls on them who need my help to reach their peace. I promised myself to do that. Now, I have an opportunity;” You showed them, “Three favorite Gods of Odin who can enter any realm they want.” It was true, you wanted to travel across realms to get free these souls but also, you needed something for your own as an addition which you would keep as a secret ‘till they gain your trusts, one by one, seeming impossible though. At least, it was impossible for now. Unlike Vanir people, you had no hostile feeling for Aesir people, especially them, but you were smart enough to not be their ally so soon. “I will come with you but in return, I have a rule; you should help me to visit the realms.” 

Lookin up, you saw how Thor was having a hard time to think about your offer. His face was confused for a while before turning a determined one. 

“It’s enough!” Thor’s deep and dominant voice heard through the forest, taking Baldur’s and Heimdall’s attention back to you. You could say that Thor’s power on them was high even if they would deny it – Baldur clearly had respect for him and you were impressed. You would tell Thor that if he wasn’t a bad God like people said. “It’s decided. We are going with her, then, she will come with us.” 

Heimdall didn’t like the idea of it in a bit but he kept his silence rather than speaking harshly like you expected. What he talked with Baldur back there – you were curious but your attention changed from Heimdall to Baldur who stood, once again, in front of you with his smirk. “About time to have some fun.” 

Rolling your eyes, you gestured for them to follow you. “First, we need to do one more thing,” You turned to Heimdall, catching him looking at you intensely and when he saw you looking, he turned to other side immediately. Was he blushing? – Oh, what a cute boy he was, not like that Vanir Goddess spoke. To make him feel ease, you added, “Don’t worry, it will not take long.” 

Here you were; standing at the tip of a hill that happened to be taken from a mortal man who had a wife and little son by a group of predatory; the group didn’t hesitate to kill the man, take his wife for their own disgusting objects, and after that, killing her too, including the little boy – a disaster told by another mortal man who saw the event from away, running like his life depended on it, coming to your side to seek justice. 

There were some belongings of the group; little chairs to sit on, swords blunt but enough to kill mortals, half-eaten food, a foul stench, and dirty clothes. There were also bloods of animals which were their food. 

As you were standing there, Odin’s sons behind you, minding their own business but losing patient, the leader of the group who had different color of cloak screamed, his crew standing behind, disgusting looks on their faces. They weren’t mortal. They were some creatures looked like humans. However, you knew them very well; wildness filled their heart, no empathy, no guilt. They only wanted see pain of mortals – kill them and get their benefits from them. They made your stomach crumble in pure disgust. They needed to be punished. 

“Hey!” The leader screamed, “What the hell you think you are doing?” 

Removing the cloak’s hood, revealing your face to them, you left one of their blades on ground. You could see how Thor and Baldur were ready to fight from right and left sides of you while Heimdall was sitting on a stone, looking at the group, showing how he felt same about them as you did – disgusting creatures. 

With glowing new weapons from red to blue – mixed with magic they found in the realm, the group had enough courage to attack you anytime they wanted. It was a fact that they killed some Vanir people who could use magic for these weapons. They could not afford it, material and spiritual. They were not worthy. 

Taking a few steps forward, you asked to twelve men, avoiding their leader’s gaze who gave command to these mindless creatures. Even if they looked like mortals from outside, only their leader had a brain as functional and indeed, he choose it to be a support for his sins – killing innocent without thinking twice. So, they were the leader’s mindless tools. They just had instincts to survive, nothing more. Knowing this, you said, “I give you 10 seconds to leave. I will not punish those who choose to live.” 

From corner of your eyes, you could see Heimdall’s and Baldur’s gazes, looking at you. Thor didn’t move an inch but you knew he was listening and watching you carefully too. 

The leader laughed, and the group followed it – still mindless. 

“I didn’t know the man had a beautiful daughter like you. Only if I knew –“ The leader’s eyes traveled from head to toe of your body, judging it from the cloak you were wearing. “Ohh, how I could use that body of your after a good killing.” He laughed manically, “But don’t worry, I will do it now! Right?!” He turned to the group, “And you will have a taste too my brothers!” 

Their disgusting gazes began to travel on your body and you could feel how Baldur took a defensive manner as well as Thor who was ready to throw his hammer to them as soon as you finished. 

To prevent it, you touched Thor’s left arm, gently but he jumped a bit in surprise while his half-brothers were watching your interaction, possibly shocked about how easily you touched Thor – closely, without any fear. 

“It’s something I should do.” You smiled, “But thanks.” 

The leader’s face was confused, “Who do you talking to you bitch? Are you fucking out of your mind, huh?” 

Thor could never be more surprised, including others, freezing for a moment before Heimdall asked, “What is he talking about?” 

You waved your hand on the air, “I will tell later,” Then, you knotted the cloak's cord, causing it to fall slowly to the ground, showing off a black body clinging top with windows showing the sleeves and part of the chest, clinging black trousers, feathered boots in the same color and a warm jacket on your upper body. All black and red colors of them mixed with little brownish, holding you warm and well. “Now, I have to deal with them.” 

The leader and his group’s eyes began to shine in lust, making you want to vomit, but thinking about what they would face now, it looked funny. 

As their gazes were giving you ache in the stomach, other three Gods’ gazes who were around you were enough to make you feel hotness. You could sense their eyes upon you, traveling from head to toe as they acknowledge this look on you; how clothes were covering your body, giving some hints what was lying beneath. 

Turning back to the group, you smiled; ready to strike first attack as your hands began to move on the air, using magic to create two useful blades that appeared on the air and fell into your palms. “So, you wanted to play with magic?” You asked, slowly but dangerously walking towards them, leaving black mixed red colors on the ground you were walking on which were vanished after a few seconds only to be replaced by others. “I will show you what the real magic is.” 

And then, all of it started and you couldn’t tell which one of them screaming louder since your blades were passing through their mortal bodies, cutting them into lots of pieces, not leaving anytime for them to understand where attacks were coming from. They only saw you flying on the air, jumping into the middle with a hard pump sound – breaking the ground slightly. Then, it was all blades’ sounds and their own blood within the screams. 

Thanks to your ability's on speed, it took you only 10 seconds to kill them all, except their leader who was damaged heavy, losing his legs and one arm.

Standing in the middle of the group, now lying on the ground with slices of their bodies, so much blood and death flowing from them into the place, you looked back at the leader, crawling towards the useless blades he had on the camp as they called. 

As one of the blades vanished, you held the remaining one on your right hand. It began to glow in red from tip to the end while you were walking slowly to him. With each step you took, the leader’s effort to reach the blades grew bigger but he wasn’t fast enough. When his one hand tried to take the nearest weapon, your strong left foot found its place on his hand’s back, pushing it into the ground more and gaining another scream from him, coming like a melody to your ears, feeling some comfort to see his pain which he gave to that innocent family. 

“Look at me!” Poison were flowing within your voice, alerting Gods around you who were silent, and watching you completely. As he looked up to your face with his blood covered one, you put the edge of the sword on his neck. 

Man’s fear strengthened its effect when he saw your eyes as the innocent family’s each pain began to flow into his mere soul and heart, if he even had one, and bodies, making him feel a sudden shock because of facing a great pain at once. When his body was about to die on its own due to not being able to take all these pain, you started to count in your mind, and when he was the edge of dying, you moved your hand, cutting his head off with a single movement. 

As the bloods were pouring on the blade, you looked at the mess you made. Spelling a magic, they were all gone in a moment, leaving the soul of the mortal man appearing from a bottle. Apparently, the leader knew more magic than you thought, prisoning the man’s soul in a bottle which had a rune on it. 

“I don’t’ know who you are,” The man spoke, sounding like he finally found some relief. “But thank you! With seeing this, I can finally feel some comfort. They slaughtered us like we didn’t mean anything – like we were animals. My wife, my son –“  

He couldn’t finish his sentence, beginning to cry. You wished to give him more than this but you couldn’t. 

“I hope you will find much more where you will go, with your family beside.” 

He nodded, cleaning his tears away from his weary face. “I'm grateful. Have a good life my child.” 

Then, he vanished, reaching his freedom and hopely, his family once he lost on here. 

Sighing, you said, “Now, we can go.” 

They all stayed silent for a while before Heimdall’s nod, saying, “Hugin!” 

After his call, ravens started to fly around four of you, and you asked Heimdall gently while your bodies were close to each other than others, “Svartalfheim, please?” 

He rolled his eyes when you smiled, arms crossed over his chest, “As if I am your caretaker.” He was annoyed and he really looked cute like that. 

Baldur chuckled, “But you could make a good maid.” 

When Heimdall looked irritated by it, Baldur chuckled more and even Thor had a little nasty smile on his face. 

You were going to have your own fun, definitely! 

to be continued. 🍰

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Doubt | Eddie Brock/Venom x gn!reader

 Anonymous asked: Hi hon 👋🏼 (does that sound cringe?? Like I said, I'm trying to mix up these greetings 😂).  I hope this ask finds you well!

May I please ask for a work using the following prompts for 🥹 my favorite loser Eddie Brock X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

"I came as soon as I heard the news"+"For what it's worth, I'm proud of you"

Maybe Eddie is going deep dive within his own thoughts (self doubt, etc.) and just can't seem to centre himself. Feels like he's majorly messed something up and reader is there to comfort and reassure him.

(As always, this is just spit balling, all creative liberties to you of course!!)

Thank you 🖤!

🐍anon

summary: Eddie is doing, well, shit and he needs a little bit of TLC - but luckily, Venom knows just the person.

tws: swearing

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Eddie stared at his laptop, the time ticking by so slowly; he felt like everything that he had written was just complete shit. Like he was as bad at being a journalist as he was a superhero.

He felt like he wasn’t good enough, that the skills and time and energy he had put into everything was for nothing; it was all shit, it was all terrible. Venom was right, he was a loser and he would always be a loser; he swallowed thickly as he stared at his keyboard, scratching at the back of his neck before he sighed and frowned.

He couldn’t think of a damn thing, practically torturing himself as he got up to go get a cigarette and something to drink; he didn’t even see it when Venom reached for his phone and sent a text to their significant other. Venom knew Eddie the same way you did, and just as you would have known that Eddie needed help and a distraction, so did Venom.

Eddie didn’t even know, until the front door opened. 

“Eddie. We have a guest.”

“Yeah, I know,” Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes. “But everyone knows I’m working.”

He frowned, making his way to the door, but he stopped in his tracks, and sighed heavily with relief when he saw you there; you looked concerned, but he shook his head. 

“Baby, I’m sorry, but I’m working.”

You sat him down on the sofa with a shake of your head, and already his heart was pounding and he didn’t know what he was doing in the slightest as he chewed at the inside of his lip and started to worry. “Eddie, I came as soon as I heard the news - Venom texted me, and asked me to come over. He said you were struggling, doubting yourself.”

Eddie shrugged as he shook his head again, hands shaking as he gently pushed you away and tried his best to smile. “I’m, I’m fine - it’s just that everything I write is the same old churned out shit, and it’s never gonna be good enough. It’s not. I’m not fucking good enough, baby, and that’s… that’s okay! I just won’t ever get a decent job, I won’t ever fucking be able to afford more than this shit flat and-”

“Breathe,” you told him gently, patting his thigh gently as you raised your brows. “C’mon, Eddie, focus on me.”

He nodded shakily, swallowing thickly as he dared to get a little closer. 

“Do as they say,” Venom told him. “You need it.”

“Oh fuck off, you overgrown worm,” Eddie mumbled, shaking his head. He brought his gaze to you and smiled weakly. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you told him gently. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

He ran a hand through his hair, shrugging as he looked at you with despair in his eyes. “Just feel like everything I do is fucking shit right now. My boss wants this article in by eight o’clock this morning, but… look at the time, baby, I’m not gonna get it done with how it’s turning out now.”

You gave him a moment to add anything further, and when he didn’t, you cleared your throat, and sat on his lap, pinning him to the sofa, your hands digging into the cushions either side of his head as he grabbed at your hips. “Now, you listen to me, Brock, and you listen fucking good - you are one of, if not the, most talented journalist I know. I’ve read shit from award winners that wasn’t even half as good as yours. So fucking listen when I tell you that you’re great. You’re great, Eddie.”

He nodded, a little too distracted at having you on his lap but it was doing the trick, and he could feel himself slowly start to let go of his worries and about whether or not he might have fucked up his job altogether. He grabbed your hips a little tighter, blunt fingernails digging into your skin through the thin fabric you were wearing.

“Thank you…”

“Keep listening,” you demanded, commanding most of his attention. “You are a great boyfriend, to me and to Venom. You are talented, you have great skills and any publication should be grateful to have you. You’re a hero, Eddie, to so many. You’re doing your best, and y’know what?”

“What?”

“For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you,” you whispered in his ear. “I am really, really fucking proud of you, Eddie.” 

Eddie had to admit, and he couldn’t have denied it anyway, but he was starting to feel a lot better about the whole situation, he needed the comfort and the reassurance, if he was honest. It worked wonders to know that his favourite human in the world was there for him, that you were proud of him and that you recognised his skills and his talents; not many people did, in fact, he couldn’t remember the last person who did.

But you did, and to him, that meant everything. To know that one of his significant others was standing behind him and cheering him on; to know that you were proud of him, not ashamed, not embarrassed.

You were proud.

It made his heart skip a beat as he moved his hands down, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pulling you up so that you had to look down to meet his gaze.

“Come to bed with me,” you told him. “Let’s get some rest, yeah?”

Eddie nodded eagerly, using Venom’s strength to pick you up and take you to the bedroom; he let you fall onto the bed before he crashed down next to you, his head hitting the pillow as he hummed and yawned.

You would have reached over and kissed him like you usually did, but when you took a look back at him, you couldn’t help but to smile; he was sound asleep already. 

“Thank you,” Venom grumbled, crawling out of his arm and staying still beside you. “He needed that.”

“I know he did,” you said softly, kissing Venom’s forehead gently. “Thank you for letting me know, V.” 

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[deadless-corpse]

December 26, 2023

I adjusted my shirt collar, it fit nicely, it looked nice. It was your typical business casual outfit. I tried to pretend like I wasn't stalling as I stared at the massive building, The Agency.

I took a deep breath and walked through the tinted glass doors. A secretary sat at the front, clicking through emails. I recognized her, Abigail, sometimes I'd bring donuts to work, I always let her get first pick. We didn't talk often but I've always respected her.

I cleared my throat, "Uhm, I'm here to get my license, may I speak with the man in charge?"

She didn't even look up from the screen. "Nope, I can put your name in if it's something important. If you want to get your license you'll have to take the exam after paying a fee and filling out some paperwork."

I sighed, thought something like this would happen. The man is always busy doing nothing. "Well can you tell Mr. M that Chad Harrison is alive and well and that Sunny-D is ready to get back to shining?"

Her head snapped up "Logan!? But you died!"

"Let's just say I got better." I smiled at her and she held her face in her hands. She was snickering but also sounded on the verge of tears.

"Just give me a second." She turned back towards her screen, pushed up her glasses and quickly emailed the boss.

We made small talk while waiting for a response the topic of kids came up eventually.

"I'm sorry we can stop talking about this if you want, I know what happened to your son..." She says apologetically and I quirked an eyebrow. What is she talking about? She's acting like he's dea-

Oh.

Ohh!

Of course she would think that! To them Bennett has been missing for 3 years and the police gave up on his case. Considering he was taken by the same people who killed me, it would only be logical to assume he's likely dead as well.

Now how do I go about explaining that my son is alive and well?

"Don't worry about it, Bennett's okay." I said carefully.

She gave an odd look, "But wasn't he...?" She trails off.

I haven't spoken to her much, I don't know if she's the type to run off and tell somebody what I did. I know she's a mother as well though, if anyone is a half decent parent they'd break the law for their kids. I gave her a serious expression.

"He was taken, not killed. I wasn't going to let my son be taken away from me." All I can do is hope she understands where I'm coming from.

She nodded once, an agreement to keep quiet between two parents. I sighed in relief. She perked up as she saw a new message in her inbox. It was him and it was about damn time as well.

"He says to send you right on up." She chirps, and I grinned.

Finally, my days of relying too heavily on others comes to an end. I can finally help my daughter find out who she is and provide for all my kids. Fucking finally!

Well...that is if the man will take me back...

I told her bye and that it was good to see her again before I made my way up to the elevator. I pressed the button to the top floor and then the close doors button. Deep breaths, Chad. Don't let your anticipation make you impatient.

I then realized I had been non-stop pressing the close doors button until they had finally shut. That's always a good sign.

I audibly groaned, I have too much energy. I have to be professional when I get up there. Stop! Pacing! In! The! Elevator!

I could have kissed the ground when I finally got out of that metal confining hell. I made my way to the back office, I saw a few people turning to others and whispering. Just say something if you want to say it! Ugh... I'm too riled up for this.

I put on a decent performance as I walked into the bosses office. "Hey! Christ, it's been forever!" I spoke to him like an old friend. Get him to remember why he liked having me around. Be nice, don't rock his shit again.

"I really can't believe you're alive, Mr. Harrison." He looked at me with the same awe and wonder as a child looking at an elephant in the zoo. It felt weird being looked at like an exhibit rather than a person.

"I can hardly believe it either, sir." I sat down in the seat across his desk.

"I take it you're ready to get into your old line of work?" He asked nonchalantly as he started filling out some paperwork he had on his desk. Maybe he was good at putting on a show of things too.

"Yes sir, if not for myself then for my kids." That was one thing I was completely serious about. Except I was partially doing this for Noir as well.

I'm tired of him risking getting arrested to provide for everyone. He says he doesn't care but I sure as hell do. I'm not going to see him behind bars as long as I'm alive.

"It's always been a bit of a mystery, Mr. Harrison. So if you don't mind me asking, what did happen to you that night?" He was just curious I'm sure. He doesn't really care what happened to me he just wants to know.

It was just me and Bennett, Noir had been out at an interview. I was watching his interview on TV, I always had taken a bit of pride in how far he had come. It was nice to watch him laugh and talk and answer questions. I wanted to know just as much as any viewer.

I heard something shatter, Bennett was crying. I stood up before I realized what I was doing. I began to run to his crib but I was stopped by a Blonde in the kitchen.

Fast. Fast. Fast.

Everything was going so fast. I was angry enough to kill them with my bare hands. No one was going to take my son from me. But they did. And I'll never forgive myself for letting it happen.

It was late, there wasn't much light to use. They got the jump on me and suddenly I'm lifted off the ground. I didn't have time to think about what had just happen. I look down and I'm bleeding like a fountain. A spike of earth jabbed through my stomach and then pulled out leaving me bleeding out on the ground.

"Th- That smarts." I grimaced and tried to pull myself back up.

I couldn't stand.

I couldn't stand.

I remember trying to crawl, with what strength I had in my arms I wanted to at least make an effort to save him. "Bennett! Don't worry buddy I-I I'll get you!" A boot into exposed flesh and I can hardly breathe.

They picked me up by the collar and grinned at me. "Thanks for babysitting but he's ours now." They dropped me back on the floor. I grasped at the gaping hole in my stomach and I wheezed. Behind her was Noir, in a stunned silence.

They left and Noir ran over to me. He was hysterical and I couldn't blame him. I tried to comfort him, tell him how much I cared with what little I had left in me. Blood loss makes your brain think in strange ways because I do remember thinking about how handsome he looked. I was bleeding out, I should have been thinking about that.

I could see the guilt and panic in his eyes, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. My vision was slowly going dim and black around the edges. Dying. I was dying.

It felt odd but sorta nice. Every bit of me was shutting down, losing my last bits of control. It was cold and warm at the same time. I could feel Noir's arms around me. I just wanted them to be okay. That was my family as far as I was concerned.

"Harrison."

Then it was all gone. Black, deep nothingness, feeling like I was swimming through an endless pool only to resurface three years later. Gasping awake in–

"Harrison!"

"Ah- Sorry. You were saying?" It happened again, those moments I get so lost in thought I lose sight of what's going on around me. Happened a lot after my parents died. I mean I watched them get blown up. That was definitely not the McDonald's they promised.

"What happened to you? Who killed you?" He pried. I hate this guy so much.

"It was.." I remembered what me and Noir talked about but still I didn't want to say it. "It was Noir... my old sidekick, yah'know? And the Belle's were with him too." It made my stomach churn just saying.

Noir is so sweet, he's hardly a villain. How could anyone be so stupid as to believe he would do something like that?! Fuck them, seriously. As a friend he was always doing some weird thing to help me out and as a partner he's been the most affectionate person I've ever been with.

How many people tell you you're their favorite person every night before you go to sleep?! Or! Or! Tackle hug you everytime you get home and threaten to kill anyone who harms you? Has anyone ever told you that even if the mask is hard to take off they'll always see who's underneath it? Hmmmm???? Don't think so.

He's a wonderful person, he just has a hard time realizing it.

"Ah... I see. That's what the everyone suspected. He made quite the show of 'trying to find the real killer.' Honestly though I don't know why if he was just going to revert right back to villainy."

You need your job, Chad. You have kids, Chad, you need your job.

"That's precisely why I need my job back. I want to be his nemesis and of course money never hurt anybody."

He gave a small chuckle, good.

"We never exactly fired you. We'll have to figure out the logistics but we'd be happy to work with, Sunny-D again." He gave a wink. I could vomit on his face.

"Sounds great, can't wait to be back on the field."

January 14, 2024

I walked out to the mailbox. I wasn't wearing anything special, just some shorts and a T-shirt. It was cold out but not bad. Noir begged me to put on a jacket, even offered me his cloak, but I was only going to be out for a minute or so.

I grabbed a few envelopes, a newspaper (who still reads those?), and a magazine. Walked back in, it was nice and warm. A bit warm for my liking but Noir was cold blooded or something so I didn't mess with the temperature.

"I came back alive!" I called out. I thought it was funny, he didn't.

"Oh shut up." Noir emerged from wherever the hell he was. You could never tell with him, I wouldn't be surprised if I found him hanging upside-down on the ceiling. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done it anyways.

"I don't mean anything by it, love." I set the mail down on whatever was closest to me and gave him a hug.

"I know..." He murmured quietly as he rest his head on my shoulder. "I just don't like thinking about it."

"I'm sorry, I just– I cope through humor." I tried to explain. I should really be more thoughtful. "I'll try not to do it again." I kissed him on the cheek – it always felt nice to be able to do that. "But hey, I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere. You're going to have to kil–" I cleared my throat. "politely and democratically send me away if you ever want to get rid of me."

He gave a small laugh. "See! It is funny sometimes." I said with a grin.

"Stoppp!" I knew it was half heartedly said though.

I picked him up and he laughed and kicked around as I spinned him in the air. "Put me down you scandal!" He softly hit me on the arms.

"As you wish, my lord." I then proceeded to toss him on the couch. He screamed, more out of amusement than terror. I pounced on him and tickled him until he was weeping and yelling mercy.

Bennett and Cresent peaked around the corner in a bit of fright, I suppose Goon was used to this stuff already.

"What is you doin' to him, Daddy?" Bennett asked, it occurred to me that this might look a bit odd from an outside perspective. To a child it might look like I was doing something dangerous but to an adult...

"Torture!" Noir exclaimed dramatically.

Bennett gasped and I waved my arms in defense. "No! No. There's no torture going on here."

"I think they were just tickling each other." Cresent says, calmly.

"Yes! Thank you, it was just that." I sighed with relief. I'm so grateful that kid has an ounce of sense.

"What's tickling?" Bennett made a weird expression and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Essentially torture." Noir said, that little bastard!

Bennett gasped again and Cresent shook her head.

"No it's not, he's just being dramatic as usual." I explained with a groan.

Cresent took my side but a bit more politely. Regardless of who was correct though, somehow, Noir managed to convince the kids to all tackle and tickle me.

It was hell, in a really fun way. Goon ended up joining in on the chaos too. It was nice to be there with my family even if I couldn't breathe 90% of the time. After a while they all left me alone so I could catch my breath.

I couldn't quite remember where I had set the mail. I knew I had set it somewhere but I didn't really pay attention to where. After a while of searching, I finally asked Noir who pointed to where it was, in obviously plain sight. I faced palmed but thanked him and he laughed at me.

I picked it up and sorted through it. Not important, not important, magazine, newspaper, not impo- wait that's from the agency.

I ripped it open and there it was, an official document and my license down at the bottom. Work starts the week after next.

Yes!

YES!

"Cresent!" I called out for the girl, she'd want to see this for certain.

@vaporeon2010317 @boredgoon @sirlordevil @the-belle-siblings

#((I finally finished this)) #((writing is hard))

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Hi Slug! Which HypMic boys do you think would know how to apply makeup and how good would they be with it? How about the others?

I am quite possibly the least knowledgeable person about makeup alive. If you put me in a room with James Charles, I'd cancel him out like antimatter, probably annihilating the planet in the resulting explosion. But being clueless has never stopped me, so I am going to make shit up with reckless abandon!

Ichirou: Yeah you know he's into those uhhh you know those anime girl facemasks they sell? He's into those. Wears them on the daily. Got to get that Buster Beautiful Skin.

Jirou: Anything Ichirou does, Jirou does, so he's right out there with Ichirou wearing JoJo's Bizarre Adventures facial masks all over the house.

Saburou: No he's a gamer lol

Samatoki: Hell yes, brother, Samatoki is all about the LOOKS. How does Mr. Hardcore Yokohama Bad Boy walk into the office and demand respect if he's not gussied up to the FUCKING nines? We're talking 30 product "simple routine" videos on Youtube. We're talking SIBLING NIGHTS with Nemu. Have you seen those eyelashes? What is the point of winged eyeliner if it cannot achieve liftoff?

Juuto: A gentleman always needs to look their best, even when they're chasing criminals or trekking through the woods or barreling down the freeway at 200 km/h with Samatoki in the passenger seat. He wears enough concealer to block out the sun on the off chance that if Samatoki ever bites him (not like he's asking asking for this to happen, but you know... better safe than sorry) and turns out to be a vampire, Juuto won't shrivel up and immediately die.

Riou: Just because one lives in the woods doesn't mean that it's any excuse to not look their best at all times. The woods have many natural ingredients, and Riou takes full advantage of them. Nothing like slathering river mud on your face - it's like a mud pack! Exfoliating! He finds wild cucumbers, slices 'em up, and sticks them on his eyes.

Ramuda: Ramuda regularly spends hundreds of thousands of yen on make-up purchases and writes them off as a business expense on his taxes. Does he actually use them, or is this an excuse to have Chuuouku foot exorbitant bills? Only Ramuda knows.

Gentarou: Gentarou possesses all the manic, unfathomably odd energy of a Lush shop but at the same time has an aesthetic to stick to. Only non-modern beauty treatments allowed. We're talking kohl. We're talking oshiroi powder. We're talking dying at the age of 30 because of lead, arsenic, and other poisonous metals featuring heavily in said non-modern beauty treatments.

Dice: Ramuda does it for him. He dolls Dice up in ways that do such dangerous things to Gentarou that they probably contribute to poor Gen's early demise.

Jakurai: He has a long-ass hair routine for his long-ass hair (according to the Spotify radios which may or may not be canon), so he definitely has a makeup routine as well. How else will he look like he just stepped out of a Maybelline ad for every candid shot shown in the manga?

Hifumi: It is his livelihood to look fucking fabulous, and Hifumi did not reach the position of top host in all of Shinjuku by half-assing his job. He is the king of cosmetics, the master of makeup, the sovereign of looking stunning. He owns ALL the things. Whether he's prouder of his Ninja Professional Countertop 6000 blender or his beauty blender [I have no clue what this is] is a topic of much contention.

Doppo: He is trying so hard. :( But all the concealer in the world can't conceal the fact that he is disgustingly overworked. He tries to draw on a smile with lipstick, but - wait, that just makes him sound like he's doing Joker facepaint. Doppo standing in front of a mirror going, "We live in a society." Never mind, scrap this idea. Moving on.

Sasara: Like everything Sasara, if it's funny, then it's appropriate. Sasara once owned a drawer full of eyelash extensions, not to wear, but to leave in innocuous places in Samatoki's office for Samatoki to find, scream at thinking they're bugs, and attempt to smash them with a rolled up newspaper.

Roshou: Once tried to rhyme "Sasara" with "mascara" for a bit only for it to fail.

Rei: Rubs a little baby oil on his pecs everyday to give 'em that golden glow. [Is this what it's used for? Besides babies. I don't actually know what it does for babies either.]

Kuukou: Vanity is forbidden for priests, but it's not vanity if it objectively slaps. In addition to doing his and Juushi's nails just for kicks, he also does Juushi's makeup for shows and Hitoya's for court appearances with big, spiky eyeliner. Juushi appreciates this. Hitoya... not as much.

Juushi: hi my name is jushi 14th mo'on aimono and i have jet black hair with golden moonlight-like highlights (that's how i get my name) and minty kinda green-purple whatever tf color they are eyes like limpid tears and kuukou tells me i look like bofa even though i don't know who that is. i love hot topic and i buy all my clothes from there. for example today i was wearing black lipstick, black eyeliner, white foundation, and red eyesha-

Hitoya: Not only is he serving the process, he is serving LOOKS. He draws on that beauty mark every day before going out to whoop legal ass.

Real answer: I have no fucking idea.

#not a translation #asks #humor asks

[fanfic-lover-girl]

DBZ Thoughts: Z Fighters Don't Care About Earthlings As Much as I Thought

So I have been daydreaming about some DBZ scenes and I had a sudden realization: the Z fighters don't really care about the Earthlings much. It's hard to explain my feelings but I will try.

Ignorance is Bliss

I find it a bit distressing how many secrets the fighters keep from the Earth's people. I understand that they are on no one's payroll so they have no obligation to keep Earthlings posted and they deserve their privacy but it's really not fair. They knew the Saiyans were coming and never thought to inform at least King Fury about it. They knew the androids were coming and did not think to inform the government of the island about the possibility of attack. You can make the argument that the Earthlings would not react well or not believe them. But come on. People at the tournaments saw Goku grow a tail, saw him transform into Ozarou, and saw Piccolo and Goku fight. Before they allowed Mr Satan to spread lies, Earthlings were accepting of these so-called light shows. And King Fury knew of Goku's feats. The Earthlings had a right to know about the dangers they faced.

Collateral Damage

Vegeta vs 18. Majin Vegeta. What else is there to say? Vegeta and 18 killed several people in their fight. Vegeta was an arrogant prick at the time so I don't blame him too much. But no one ever criticizes Vegeta for putting civilians in danger. Vegeta is not forced to atone to Bulma for almost killing her when he launched that blast to the stands. Bulma was literally a few feet away from the point of impact! I like to think she and Vegeta had a deep conversation about that when they went home and Vegeta had to make it up to her. But nope, they were wished back to life so Vegeta's actions don't matter! Also Gohan's fight with Cell. Gohan brought the fight so that fat guy was right in front of him. Of course, Gohan saved the Satan screw so he was fine and it showed off his badass moves...but was endangering that guy necessary?? And how could I forget Piccolo literally watching Imperfect Cell drink that poor man right in front of him without the slightest care on his face. Talk about cold. And they had an opportunity to stop Gero before he could hurt anyone but they put the Earth in danger for cheap thrills and testosterone stupidity. Poor Bulma, it must be hard to be surrounded by idiots.

Edit: Piccolo was actually horrified by Cell draining that fat guy. What I meant here was that Piccolo did nothing to help him.

Goku Letting Villains Go

So Goku let Piccolo, Vegeta and Frieza live. Although he did blast Frieza after he unsurprisingly tried to kill him with the energy Goku gave that bastard. Piccolo and Vegeta turned out to be good guys...but what if they did not?? I don't get the impression Goku was keeping tabs on Piccolo. How would Goku know if Piccolo did not enjoy a random killing spree every now and then? Pretty sure Majunior killed a few people as a kid without Kami giving a crap. And what if Vegeta returned to Earth and killed a ton of people before the Z fighters could intercept him?? What if he brought backup?? Well, no matter! Because we can just wish the Earthlings back! Unless...they were always revived so those suckers are out of luck :). Same argument for Frieza which Frieza actually carried out. What if Frieza arrived a few months earlier? And not just Earth! What about the other innocent people in the universe? What if Frieza decided to ignore Earth and continue his reign of terror in the universe? I guess Goku does not give a rat's ass about non-Earthlings. You best believe that once Goku left Namek, he would not care about Frieza anymore as long as he left Earth alone, leaving Frieza to do all the so-called 'mischief' Goku told him to stop doing. The Z fighters aren't exactly helping out other planets after all which is perfectly valid. But Goku sparing Frieza was such a dumb move and such a disgraceful insult to all of Frieza's past genocide victims.

Ignorance is Bliss Part 2

I find it kind of disgusting how the Z fighters allow Mr. Satan to propagate lies about Ki. Don't they realize how damaging this is? It means that any Earthling with potential like Videl won't live up to the likes of Krillin and co. because they think Ki is fake. They have the good people of Earth believing a buffoon like Mr. Satan actually defeated the likes of Cell who destroyed an army with a wave of his arm. Imagine if Future Trunks defeated the androids and let a clown like Satan take credit for saving the world? Just the thought makes me feel like vomiting right now! It's not a coincidence that DBZ hardly shows impressive fighters like Nam from Dragonball anymore. It's a shame that they are not training a future generation to protect themselves. Because the DBZ next-gen crew absolutely sucks!!! Imagine depending on Goten, Trunks, Marron and Bra to save the day! Might as well just kill yourself on the spot. The Z fighters should be helping Earthlings to give themselves a fighting chance. Also, their wiping of people's memory of Buu is highly questionable. I understand that Buu would cause panic and the events of the Buu saga were traumatizing. It goes into ethics about hiding the truth to protect someone. Still, modifying people's memories so Buu can walk free and avoid the consequences of his actions is appalling. Imagine you are a rando Earthling and the Z fighters have the ability to mess with your memories? And when you factor in that the Buu saga reached such disastrous levels because of the Z fighters' incompetence makes this even worse :(

TLDR: The Z fighters at times show little regard for Earthlings when it comes to the truth and treat their lives as collateral damage.

#z fighters #z fighters critical #son goku #son goku critical #vegeta critical #vegeta #piccolo #dbz #dragonball z #dragon ball #android saga #cell saga #namek saga #frieza saga #frieza #saiyan saga #earthlings deserved better #majin buu #buu saga #son gohan #gohan critical #bulma briefs #i can see where future trunks got his common sense from because it sure as hell wasn't vegeta #rip all the earthlings who died that were never revived #such as the trunker guy vegeta blew to pieces in his fight against 18 #dbz thoughts #hercule satan #hercule satan critical

[oxygenbefore1775]

When There's Too Much Alcohol In The System

pairing: porco x reader

wc: 1,4k

summary: taking care of each other's drunk asses (again, the third time, but this time with porco)

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Porco is a menace every time alcohol enters his system. A drop of booze is enough to cloud his judgement and let any stupid idea that's been previously warded off by his rationality and your wariness to be carried out into reality. At least the good thing is that Porco becomes a danger only to himself and his well-being as he tries to put to action each thought that barely crosses his hazy mind. Most of the time you are there to stop him from his risky (and slightly imbecile) attempts to bring some spice into his apparently boring life.

For his drunken brain you are the authority. An unwanted, suffocating his strive for adventures authority as he often claimed you to be in his countless mumblings — but an authority nonetheless.

But what doubles the trouble on your outings is when you get intoxicated as well. At this point, there's only mere grains of prudence left in your brain that keep both of you from killing yourself. The safety of you two, however, comes at a great expense of your energy and brain cells.

You don't remember how you got home. Just a second ago you were in the club, tipping over shot glasses into your mouth — a blink of an eye — and you are suddenly back in your apartment. Strength and coordination leaving your body, you can't even stand up straight and instead sit on the carpet with your back to the couch.

Porco remains surprisingly high-functional as your eye catches his form stumbling over to the kitchen. You pray that it wasn't your boyfriend who drove both of you home. Granted, you are home and in one piece but still — encouraging Porco's tendency to endanger his life (not to mention the legal consequences if the police catches you) through DUI would spell disaster. The jingling of the car keys in Porco's pocket, however, robs you of any hope.

A sudden rumbling in the kitchen distracts you from your concerns and you shoot a glance at Porco.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you tilt your head in utter confusion at the site before you.

Your point of view doesn't grant you a lot of overlook but it's enough for you to see Porco's figure, his hand resting on a countertop to find purchase for his infirm body. The other hand is holding a carton of juice and tilting it slightly to seemingly pour out the contents in a glass. The problem is — the aforementioned glass is just off-center for Porco's abysmally poor aim and all the juice that was supposed to go inside is now pooling on the countertop, the sticky drips falling to the floor.

"Oh you're awake," Porco replies non-chalantly, even turning his head in your direction and not bothering to stop pouring, "I'm hydrating here. Don't wanna wake up with a hangover, yknow? But this glass sure is shitty," he adds, finally aknowledging the problem but not coming close to finding the cause of it.

At a loss of words and energy to help him figure it out himself, you rub your face to bring back sobriety for a short moment.

"Just- just drink it straight from the carton, ok?" you suggest in hope that he will comply with your instructions no questions asked.

As you drop your head into your palms you hear a couple of long gulps and after a few moments — steps in your direction.

"Look at you, being so smart, my clever quick-witted hun. Isn't your pretty head squeezing that huge brain of yours too much?" his tongue slurring, you can barely make out the words from the verbal flow he's showering you in.

You choose not to respond since the numbness at the root of your tongue serves as a sign of incoming nausea — a chance you're not willing to risk by opening your mouth.

Porco — bless his inebriated, turned-numb mind — is unfazed by your silence. Instead, he lowers himself on the carpet, sitting down in front of you. You see his hands sliding down his pockets.

"Look," he says with sudden excitement which causes you to lift up your head to see whatever it is Porco's trying to impress you with.

Your brows knit together at the sight of numerous shot glasses in a cradle of Porco's palms — the very ones from the club you've partied at, the patterns of frosted glass are extremely recognizable to you. But what would they do here?

"Porco-," you say under your breath, about to voice your assumption, "you bagged the fucking shot glasses?"

His excited and proud expression sours at your words, as if he's taken offence.

"Uh, no," he replies in a defiant tone, clutching his "treasures" to his chest, "I took'em as souvenirs to remember our time there. We did have fun there, yeah?"

A shit-eating grin is plastered across his face. You're not sure as to what sort of "fun" Porco's referring to exactly but it is your sincere hope that it wasn't a quickie in the bathroom stall of that club. If you were decent enough to do that somewhere private, that is.

You gaze is turned back to the shot glasses. The sheer amount of them makes you ponder the size of pockets on Porco's jeans (or wherever he decided to hide his stash). There's quite many of them — no doubt the workers will notice the shortage when closing their shift in the early morning. They'll probably get fined for each missing glass, too.

Suddenly, you feel bad at the prospect of those poor workers being charged for the courtesy of your unruly and drunk boyfriend.

Your hands reach out for his, as if the direct contact would make Porco more pliable to your will.

"Pock," you call out to him softly, "You gotta return those and apologize, okay?"

He pouts his lips at your proposition that seems incredibly un-fun to him, apparently.

"No!" he huffed, ripping his hand away from you. "Those are mine, my trophies! And they look pretty, to boot!"

"Pock," you must insist, your eyes trying to look into his, "you can buy other ones in a store. But those," your finger un-firmly points at the heap of glasses in Porco's lap, "those you must return."

Still unmoved by your argument, he stays still, his gaze averted from you. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you decide to use an unfair advantage you always seemed to have over Porco.

Looking up at him, your lashes fluttering and your lips pouting in a seductive manner to the best of your inebriated abilities, you say in a sweetly demanding tone.

"Would you do that for me, please?"

The soft look on Porco's face indicates that he's caving under your persuasion.

"Look at you," he says in a suddenly cheerful tone, "always so righteous and just. How can you stand a delinquent such as myself?"

"Well," you blurt out, at a loss of words, "Cuz I love you?"

An unusually high-pitched gasp can be heard from Porco as he stares back at you in endearment.

"Say it again. That you love me," he almost pleas for your words that lures out a chuckle from you.

"Sure. I love you," you repeat, this time making sure to put emphasis on each word.

Your confession, sincere but redundant since Porco already knows about your feelings towards him, brings an elated expression to his face. Transferring his weight on his hands, Porco leans in so close that you can feel ethanol vapors in his shaky breath.

This immediately brings the nausea back which causes you to turn away from him, hiding your face in the palms of your hand.

"Won't you kiss me?" Porco asks under his breath.

You try to face him again but the pungent smell of alcohol and cloying aroma of juice that Porco's seems to be soaked in prevent you from doing that. Instead, you shake your head in defiance.

"I want to, but I'll puke if I will," you reply honestly.

A dark chuckle falls from his lips.

"Sorry. Forgot how weak your stomach gets from drinking"

In the next few minutes Porco — as the only high-functional person standing — gets both of you ready for much needed sleep. Before blacking out, though, you make sure that he lines the stolen glasses on the dresser in your bedroom as a reminder. So that, taken down by a hangover and little to no recollection of the previous night, you'll still remember what you have to do with those.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #porco #porco galliard #porco x reader #porco galliard x reader #porco oneshots

[spiritedgoat]

Something Lost and something Found part2

You followed the man back to a small apartment on the second floor, it was on the corner of the building with it's own small balcony overlooking the streets from above.

'Was he a jujutsu sorcerer? he could definitely see your cursed energy residuals just as much as you could see his as soon as he called out to the little girl. His cursed energy level is a lot higher than any of the normies you see everyday and its not leaking which means he can control his out put. So he must at the very least been a sorcerer?' Your thoughts circulated your head following the man to his residence.

It felt weirdly comforting seeing the image of them walking in front of you. Geto was walking in the middle with a little girl on each side holding his hand. Mimiko still had the doll you gave her clutched to her side.

"Still with us?" a voice came from the front Suddenly you were shook from your daydream staring at them realising you'd already stopped in front of the door. Waiting to enter. You followed the man into his apartment, it was pretty neat on the inside, very minimalistic but nicely decorated. Looking around you noticed most of the things were the girls' stuff.

"Do you want to sit outside, it gets a bit hot in here" Geto suggested. You agreed with a soft smile, trying to be less blatantly looking around his home.

Geto served you both a cup of black tea while the girls were playing with each other sucking on ice lollies.

You liked the little balcony, it was nice feeling the light breeze on you while you sipped your tea. The little seating area was surrounded by different types of potted plants, some were herb plants too from what you could see.

"Thank you for the tea, it's really nice" Geto smiled softly, sipping from his own cup.

"So you were a jujutsu sorcerer you said?" Geto asked, he seemed curious of you.

You breathed in another deep breath, it felt strange to be able to talk someone outside of the school walls who actually knew about the jujutsu world. If you tried that around any of the non sorcerers , they definitely would've thought that you'd lost it.

"I was, but I gave that up."

Geto looked more curious by your answer. "I'm guessing you were on a sort like path as me?"

He looked you over for a second before opening his mouth "More than you'd think. What jujutsu school did you attend?"

He didn't look older than you, so you assumed you should've been in school at the same time.

"Kyoto" you answered "Ah that makes more sense, wanted to say I don't think I recognise you from Tokyo."

You finished your tea placing the cup down onto the table sitting back into the chair. You were getting more curious now too.

"Left the world of sorcery for a special lady and settle down?" you asked with a lightness in your tone. Geto chuckled, it was that of amusement, he shook his head still laughing.

"No, no wife. I left because I felt different from the other sorcerers at jujutsu high"

You smiled at the fact you made him laugh though it was a serious question, judging from the outside it's what anybody would've thought.

"Yeah I get that."

He squinted at you leaning back into his chair. "So why'd you leave then? Husband and children?" you could sense the hint of amusement to his voice

You started laughing shaking your head.

"No ,no and definitely no kids, they've never really been my forte…I'm not too good with them." you answered looking at the two girls playing, Mimiko was playing with the doll you gave her while Nanako was styling Mimiko's hair into little braids.

"Didn't seem like that earlier. Mimiko doesn't like nor trust anyone for that matter, much less talk to anyone other than myself or Nana" Geto replied tilting his head to the side.

You looked at them for a little while longer before looking back at the man sitting across from you.

"Why'd you really leave?" You looked down for a moment looking at your hands before looking back at him

"I left because I felt different from the rest too. There's no purpose in trying to protect those who don't want your protection when they fight amongst their own weak selves and kill the wrong ones for being different" saying the words left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Geto's face grew softer, a look of understanding flickered in his eyes mixed with some tender emotions.

"Master Geto! Look!" Nanako yelled excitedly grabbing onto Geto's arm.

Nanako pulled Mimiko closer by the hand ,showing off her proud work. Mimiko's hair was braided into all directions. You couldn't help but smile supressing the chuckle that crept up your throat.

The sun was hanging low in the sky, shining a beautiful orange hue over the city "It's getting pretty late, I should probably get going soon" you felt strangely comfortable talking to Geto. He was kind and gentle….and a little handsome you'd admit.

"Don't you want food!?" Nanako turned around gripping her little hands on the arm rest of the chair. Looking up at you with big eyes full of innocence.

You smiled at the little blonde girl, "I cant just intrude on your dinner, but thank you for asking me"

"You're welcome to stay, I'm making Takoyaki with cucumber salad and Tamagoyaki . Can't guarantee it'll be good but it won't kill you." Geto stated with a smile.

The food sounded delicious, especially since the last few months you've solely been living on instant noodles.

Sorry for the late post I wanted to get this up so much earlier but just couldn't get to it for so long because my life has been an absolute flaming shit show this last while. BUT hopefully I'll be able to post more frequently :D

#fluff #agnst #getosuguru #getouxreader #jjk #jujutsukaisen

[poutyniall]

Yoongi see live on tv that his significant other is a have anxiety attacks while interviewing for her upcoming documentary film that is about come and after seeing that Yoongi has a talk with her.

Could you please write this since I have been suffering from anxiety about a project 🙏 

Already thank you 🙇

Hey there, love! Take a deep breath, sweetie, you've been doing your best, which is the thing that matters the most. You're doing amazing, sweetie, hug yourself, you deserve it!

Sorry if I changed it a bit, I hope you still like it.

Your family has never been good at reading the air so it's not surprising they're not seeing the obvious signals of your raising anxiety. It was just a quick, harmless visit, they happened to pass by and stopped to say hi but then they began to overwhelm you with questions about your upcoming and already nerve wrecking you work project. You've been working on it, non stop, for the past few weeks and, as a matter of fact, you're still working on the finale touches, trying to perfect every detail. But the whole process has left you exhausted, sleep deprived, restless and tensed, high on caffeine, jumpy and always feeling like you're walking on eggshelles. Initially, you tried to avoid the questions then you tried to reply in monosyllables hoping they'd just drop it but they didn't get the hint and kept asking and asking. Standing behind the kitchen counter, half hidden, you keep tapping your sock clothed foot, tightening the grip around the glass while you bring it to your mouth to take a sip of water to try to swallow the lump stuck in your throat that block the air to your lungs. Feeling your increasing heartbeat rumble in your ears, you lead your hand to your throat, fingers frantically clenching the hem of your shirt. A mild buzzing replaces their voices while you concentrate all your energies on trying not to break down in front of them, fighting the weight in your chest that's trying to crush you. A breath of wind, coming from behind you, hits your skin covered in a thin layer of cold sweat making you shiver. You're staring into the void, vision blurred, but you still manage to caught glimpses of people moving followed by hasty greetings and a door slam. Not even a minute passes by and Yoongi's arms are embracing you from behind, holding you tight as he brings you down with him to place you on the safeness of his lap. He rests his chin on your shoulder. ''Deep breaths, love. In and out. Yeah, just like that, that's my girl.'' He knows what to do, how to make it stop. He's giving you the time you need to go through it. He's not overstepping or trying to make it go away faster, he's not rushing it. He's giving you what you need. Him. His presence, his warmth, the firmness of his body, his smell, the softness, the feeling of belonging, the safety, the love. He waits till you relax on him before bringing his hand to your forehead to brush away few locks of sticky hair and lay a soft kiss on your cheek. ''Thank you, for sending them away.'' your voice is hoarser than you thought. ''I'm still waiting for the day you'll tell them to fuck off, but till that day come I gladly do it for you, every single time you'll need it.'' a quiet chuckles shakes your body and he draws you closer to him ''You don't have to worry about it, you did your best. I saw you putting everything you've got in it, and this is a fact. I'm not letting you not seeing that or minimize it, understand? I know it's hypocritical of me but you cannot aim for perfection 'cause every time you think about it you'll find a better way you could have done something. It's useless, just a waste of energy. Be proud of the work you did knowing you did your absolutely best.'' he places few more kisses on your cheek after you softly nodded. ''Now's time for a nap, you need it.'' ''We're on the kitchen floor.'' you look at him with frowned eyebrows but a tiny grin showed up on your lips. ''So? Am I not a good enough pillow for you?'' he says with a mocking voice. ''The best.'' you laugh, finally at home, relaxed for the first time in a long time. ''That's right, now come here!'' he pulls you, wrapping his arms round your head and trapping you in. 

#yoongi fluff #yoongi imagine #boyfriend yoongi

[blackberry-bloody]

Pleading for Dayzel?

This one was a lot of fun! Very much went with the flow, as it was written in one sitting at about 4 am!

This is about a month (give or take) after Mibium rescued Dayzel from Rupert.

@emmettnet @icyheart-and-friends

Contains: Whumpee thinking they'll be abandoned by caretaker, referenced past whumpers, panic attack, non human whumpee, non human caretaker, demon whumpee, angel caretaker.

This wasn't good… Dayzel tugged at his hair as he paced all around Mibium's house. He felt like he couldn't sit still, even if his body was begging him to sit down and try to relax. He just couldn't bring himself to… Not when this might be his last night here.

He and Mibium had gotten into an argument… A bad one. He'd… He'd lashed out. He'd been bad. And Mibium had left to get some air, leaving Dayzel alone to cool down. Except that was hours ago. And while Dayzel definitely wasn't mad anymore, he was terrified.

What if Mibium decided he wasn't worth it anymore? That this was it. Dayzel had pushed his luck too damn far. He felt like his world was shattering all over again. His family had kicked him out, he'd left Nox before he could make good on his threats to throw him out, and even Rupert got bored of him… Why did he think Mibium would put up with him?

He leaned against the wall with a barely held back sob. He took his phone out to try and call Mibium again. But again, it went straight to voicemail. He hung up with a shaky sigh and finally slid down the wall and curled up, hugging himself tightly. He closed his eyes. "Please… Please… I-I can't do this again. I-I can't! I can't!" He knew Mibium couldn't hear him, but he needed to get the words out. Pleading at nothing but air. He couldn't stop once he started, repeating over and over again like a mantra. Repeating until his voice was hoarse and barely audible.

He only stopped once he heard the front door lock click and the squeak of the door opening and closing. He froze. He couldn't move. All his energy drained. He could heard Mibium checking the house for him in the darkness. Had Mibium been expecting him to already be packed and gone by the time he came back? The thought struck Dayzel like a truck and he couldn't help the tiny whimper it brought. Quickly he brought his hand to his mouth. A fresh wave of fear gnawing at him as he blinked back more tears. He tried to be quiet… he did. But as with everything else he did, it wasn't good enough. He heard Mibium's footsteps coming closer. Closer… Closer… Until they stopped right in front of him. He shuddered, his whole body trembling. He couldn't look up, but he slowly removed his hand from his mouth to try to repeat his pleas again. "I-I'm s-s-sor-ry! W-won't-!" A violent coughing fit made its way through aching muscles. Once he caught his breath, he desperately continued… "Won't be a bother! I'll be-e good. Be j-just what you-you-u want me t-t-to be! Just-" He sobbed and hugged himself tighter. "Plea-ease don't th-th-throw me o-out?"

Mibium was silent and everything in Dayzel's world stilled, except for him of course. But then he felt the floorboards shift as Mibium knelt down in front of him. He shrank backwards, another bout of pleas about to leave his lips when Mibium finally spoke, making his mouth snap shut. "Dayzel, I'm not going to throw you out. Can you please look up at me?" His voice was strained by emotion… But Dayzel couldn't tell what.

Slowly he lifted his head enough to peak over his knees to look at him, as instructed. Mibium was smiling at him, but it was a sad smile that didn't reach his eyes. "There you go, Dazzle." Mibium kept his tone even and his voice low. Dayzel felt a slight wave of relief wash over him at just the meager amount of praise. He watched as he  fully sat down in front of him with a slight groan. "I'm not going to touch you right now, but I need you to try and move and take some deep breaths. You've frosted yourself over." To demonstrate Mibium also took some deep breaths. Dayzel followed his lead, focused between his breath and getting his limbs to work again. Sure enough as he glanced down blue tinted frost had started to form all over him, but it slowly started to melt as he calmed down a bit more. He looked back up at Mibium, who gave him a reassuring smile in return. "That's it. You're doing so good Dazzle."

Dayzel's lip twitched up in an attempt to smile back, but he wasn't quite there yet. Eventually he was able to uncurl himself and pull his back from the wall. He was still shaking and worried, and now also damp from the ice, but he had it a little more manageable. He turned back to Mibium, waiting for what he should do next. He felt himself almost start apologizing again, but stopped himself before he could. "Mib-?"

"Dayzel, you have to understand I'm still a person." It was Mibium's turn to look away, wringing his hands in his lap. Dayzel went silent. "I have emotions of my own, and I refuse to just… Shove them down again. That's not fair to me." He took a breath before continuing. "I can't promise that I'll never be mad or upset at or even around you. That's not how this works." Dayzel felt the dread creeping back and opened his mouth to apologize again, but Mibium held up a hand to stop him. Looking back over with his sad smile again. "What I can promise you is that you won't be kicked out, or purposely hurt here. Understood?" His voice is firm.

Dayzel hesitates, but slowly nods. He's not quite sure how much he believes it, but he's willing to hope beyond logic that Mibium was telling the truth. "Understood s- Mibium." 

#jay jabbers #dayzel oc #mibium oc #my writing #my ocs #bad things happen bingo #bthb card

[cheemken]

Yeah you got the four elements right. The others you mentioned are sub bending but only certain ones can be used by a type of bending, only fire benders can lightning bend, earth benders can metal bend, water benders can heal, and air benders can fly (the rarest btw, only 2 people have been known to fly). But there are many other sub bending techniques, any bender can use the sub bending techniques but only if they have the skill for it. Like this one earthbender named Bolin wanted to metal bend but he couldn’t, but later learned he could lava bend which took less skill

I honestly don’t have any headcanons about the champions bending types except for Lance. I just wanted to know your opinion lol. I thought of him as a non-bender at first because of his combat skills. But there are fire benders like Zuko and Azula that know how to fight with swords and have been trained in martial arts. So I figured him being a fire bender would be a good choice

OUGH Iris as the only air bender of the group makes me sad. Canonically airbenders are the rarest among the four groups since they were all slaughtered (or almost all) during the beginning of the war. And the most airbenders found at the end of the second series was less than 20. So Iris really has no one to teach her how to bend since her parents dipped and there’s little to no air bending masters in the world

But actually, Iris learning to bend by watching the others is a very cool concept. Zuko had actually taken inspiration from other elements and used them in battle. He used his momentum as a weapon (air), standing his ground and have form to deflect attacks (earth), unleash his own power against opponents (fire), and turning his opponents energy against them (water). So Iris learning from watching others could actually be real

But GOD I know you didn’t mean it but if Iris was the avatar it’s actually canon that she would learn how to water bend next. The order is water, earth, fire, air. So if she was born as a air bender then she’d have to learn water bending next, then earth bending, then fire bending

CKSKCKZNDNS but yeah like you said the other champions are busy so Iris and Hau having a friendly battle and Hau sends a blast of water at Iris who didn’t have time to dodge or deflect it so she just puts her hands up to take the brunt of the attack and the water just, stops in front of her face, floating in the air. Just imagine after a bit of silence these two just start freaking out in excitement and surprise. They’d be calling Drayden and the other champions right away once their excitement dies down

Ohhh lava bending sounds fuckin dope tho chmdnd hahaha

But yes ik a bit abt the air benders and such, why not give Iris that angst hahaha plus yknow I just think it'd be dope she'd be the avatar, and then the way she fights is so similar to the ones who helped her bend the other elements too, I didn't know that actually happens in the show that's so cool! I didn't even know the order of learning the elements omf I got that right at least hahaha

Also it'd be cute that Hau and Iris are just vibing and such bc they're still the youngest, and maybe during that time and such, the other champs visit her and Drayden, w Drayden telling Iris and Hau to go out for a bit as the adults are talking, so hey they went out. And like, yeah they're playing near the river maybe, just being siblings it's so soft your honour cbxmdj

And yeah like you said, Hau sending Iris a blast of water, laughing at her all, "dodge this then!" And ofc Iris didn't expect it, she was still preparing her own attack, so when she held her hand up and the water was there just floating in mid air, they both were fucking vibing like crazy hahaha

"how did you do that??"

"I don't know!!"

Both got so excited that they tried it again, w Iris mimicking Hau's movements, and when she did it by herself, she almost couldn't believe it. "Are you doing that to make me feel better??"

"no! You try it by yourself again!"

And she did. They got excited even more hahaha

Both ran back to Iris' home, almost kicking the door down, and Iris screaming "I CAN WATER BEND!!"

"WHAT"

Imagine Wallace getting excited tho, happy to have another water bender in their group, that he just jumped up from their seat and went to the kids, asking so many questions abt it and went on how he could teach them more abt water bending and ofc the kids were more than happy

But also imagine if that's how the others and Drayden found out abt Iris being the avatar tho, bc no one else could do that, and if the other nations or smth finds out, or the fire nation yeah that was like the main threat iirc, then they'd take Iris from them. So they decided to always have someone w her while she trains even more, keeping her safe from any threat

#this reminds me isnt there gon be a new atla show or smth? hahah #thats dope tho ive seen posts abt it back then hahaha #anyways idk if what im saying here is right but i hope it is owo“ hahah #pokemon champions #pokemon au #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112

[smol-fan-creations]

Darlin... Big, Strong... Stubborn Darlin 😌

We're starting these headcanons off with Darlin, who is the Listener I connect with the most. I am normally non-confrontational, but if one of my loved ones gets hurt... I am not a nice person... Since I do see so much of myself in Darlin, I'm giving her my go-to self-insert name, Alyx. Sam is also my favorite because of his personality and the way he goes about his and Darlin's relationship. I love slower relationship approaches because I take a while to get close to people. Anyways, do keep in mind there will be spice, some talk of past relationship issues, and talk of breakdowns! There will also be some spoilers to Inversion!

I wanna start this with how tall I think Sam is. I know other audios give clues, but I didn't hear any when it came to Sam, so I think he would be 6ft.

Sam just gives me, "big tall boyfriend that will scold you but hold you", energy.

Alyx has a habit of falling asleep on her couch while she hunts down Quinn, and gets scolded for doing so by Sam.

She lives in a studio apartment that is quite messy before Sam comes into the picture.

That explains why she doesn't have a stocked kitchen, and even when she does have groceries, it's mostly micro-wave and toaster-ready stuff. The only exceptions are a couple things like cereal, frozen foods, and things to put on the stove (like grilled cheese).

Sam lives in a cabin in my head! No one can tell me otherwise!

Sam's smart remark of, "Now this is a pantry," was absolutely hilarious and Alyx's response would be her smirking and saying, "Smart aleck.”

At the end of Inversion, Alyx almost screamed as she tackled Sam, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck, almost climbing him to have her legs around his waist. Her body shook as she sobbed into his chest.

The aftershocks consisted of her having nightmares and panic attacks that made her an anxious mess. It scarily reminded her of losing her friend, even though that was a different situation.

Alyx is used to being told that she needs to " be more feminine", due to the fact that she wears baggy or more masculine clothing.

That is why she falls so hard for Sam, who scolds her, but takes her as she is in full. Aside from two of her friends, no one has ever been able to break down all her walls.

This little girl may be strong and hard-shelled, but she gets burnt out from keeping that front up. So, being around Sam "Noooooo~ Don't stop the kisses!~"

Wanna know a secret? Alyx loves plushies and things she can just curl into. She loves to curl into something that she can hold. Her favorite is a Grookey plush she has because of how firm it is to hold.

Alyx has a hard time not being clingy with Sam whenever she gets to be around him. She just wants to be held and never let go of.

Something that is hard to hide is how Sam's accent affects her, even though she grew up in the south before moving to Dahlia. Hearing him talk is relaxing and calming when she's stressed. It's also a good way to rile her up.

NOW FOR THE SPICE!!!!!

Alyx is touch-starved, and physical affection is her love language. Her trust issues make it difficult for her to show that kind of true affection, so feeling safe enough to give Sam that affection is an achievement.

However, that also makes her a lot needier, so she tries to crawl all over him any chance she can get because she wants to be close to him. With permission, you better believe she is kissing around his shoulders and neck and will tease him relentlessly as a way to challenge him.

Kind of a hope… But I really want Sam to call Darlin a brat. Alyx would fall over in an instant! Wanna make her legs give out with words? Do that.

#redacted listener #redacted sam #redacted asmr #this man #istg im gonna scream #i love him so muuuuuch