#i just watched the spoilers and nearly cracked my face from smiling

[lisutarid-a]

#final fantasy #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #ff7 rebirth #ffgraphics #rufus shinra #ff7 rufus #my graphics #im a simple girl i see rufus i simp #this gorgeous man owns my heart and im not complaining ❤ #i just watched the spoilers and nearly cracked my face from smiling #like how dare they made him SO pretty that i can't even look at him without giggling and twirling my hair #his eyes his smile his eyelashes his everything is perfect!!! #i mean look at this angelic face he can do nothing wrong

[pray4byron]

hi, I hope you’re having a good day, I’d love to leave a request for Hazbin Hotel.

Could I request Alastor, Angel Dust, Lucifer, Vox and Lucifer (feel free not to do them all if they’re too many) and how they would react when their s/o finds them crying and comforts them and gives them a hug? I’d love some reverse comfort for them they’re my favs, also gn reader pls!

hello!! i’m having a good day, i hope you are as well!! this was a very interesting concept to think about, especially for alastor haha, it may be a bit out of character but i tried my best lol

Warnings: Potentially OOC Alastor, S1 Finale Spoilers, Swear Words, Mentions of Valentino, Mentions of Physical Abuse, Mentions of Injury (Scars, Bruises, Blood, Ect), Mentions of Depression, Mentions of Sex (No Smut)

Alastor, Angel Dust, Lucifer, Vox x Reader (Reverse Comfort)

Alastor

Alastor wasn’t one to express much emotion - other than his signature smile, let alone cry, but you caught him - even if it was barely

He felt like he was on the edge of pure insanity and psychotic, and he, the almighty Radio Demon, would’ve never expected something so little to give him his final push

After the fight between Adam and Alastor, he had lost his cane, his cane gave him almost every ounce of power and control his soul had gained since entering Hell, and he was going insane without it

You watched Alastor silently drift away from the crowded hotel lobby after Lucifer made some petty comment about losing his staff.

Despite that small part of you trying to convince you against it, you followed him.

You trickled behind him slowly to his room, all the way on the other side of the hotel.

He left his door open a crack, and you opened it slightly and stood in the doorway, and there he was.

Alastor’s usually neat and tidy hotel room was now a disaster with blueprints on the floor, you took a glance at them, some looking relatively old and some looked quite fresh, they were sketches and plans for a new staff - although you knew Alastor no longer had the magic the make it.

You hid as he came into your view, he was pacing the room, a very strained smile present on his face as tears pricked in his eyes, as he ran his fingers through his hair, tossing around blueprints and plans and other papers that seemed to be plans for a new staff, searching for a solution to his despair.

Slowly, you approached Alastor, patting him on the back softly before retracting your hand, remembering he doesn’t like to be touched.

He shook his head and sighed, the same drained smile was still present on his face, he looked down at you, and you never noticed the bags under his eyes until now… I mean, you knew he wasn’t one to typically sleep, but he never had bags before…

“I’m sorry, my dear.” He said, fixing his posture, and straightening up his suit. “One might say I’m a bit distraught at the moment. What is it you need?”

“Well.. uh, Al, you looked a bit sad recently, especially after what Lucifer said about your cane, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You said, providing a bashful smile, at the fact that you’d be caught snooping.

“Ah, well, how awfully kind of you, my little doe. Just know, that I’m doing quite alright-” Before Alastor could finish his sentence you engulfed him in a hug, he paused for a moment, before slowly wrapping his arms around the small of your back.

His face was in the crook of your neck, as he sighed, you couldn’t see his face, but you could feel him give a soft smile onto your neck, not a grin, but a smile.

Angel Dust

You knew Angel’s job at the studio was far from easy, and shifts could last several hours at a time, but now? You were starting to worry…

He hadn’t been home in nearly two days. And it was starting to freak you out.

You sat in Angel’s bed in the hotel, snuggled next to Fat Nuggets, he let out a small snort as you cradled him in your arms. “I miss him too, baby.” You muttered, kissing his forehead, tearing up at the thought of all possibilities of what could’ve happened to him.

“Papa will be back home soon.” You nearly whispered, your voice cracking softly, you just wanted to see your boyfriend. The movie that was on in the background began to fade away as you fell to sleep.

You woke up again at about 1am from a slam of the bathroom door that was connected to Angel’s room. You blinked your eyes a few times, groggily, not entirely aware of what was going on until you heard sobbing coming from the bathroom.

You rushed the warm, pink comforter off of you, leaving Fat Nuggets on the bed asleep, urgently swinging open the bathroom door, finding Angel wailing, clinging onto the sink, halfway on the floor.

His shirt was off, and a few bruises and scars were visible. He let go of the sink, and slid down the floor, cradling his body.

“Handsome, shit..” You murmured, kneeling down to his level, you put a comforting hand on his knee. “Baby, look at me.”

You requested softly, now using your hand to comb through Angel’s hair, when you didn’t get a response, you used your free hand to tilt his face up to you, and the sight broke you.

His eyes stared into yours, afraid and hurt, there was smeared eyeliner under his eyes that traveled a bit down his face, there was blood coming from his mouth.

You felt tears prick in your eyes, you hated seeing him like this, “My love, can I hold you?”

Angel nodded as his body fell into your arms, you rocked him slowly, shushing his sobs, turning them into a small sniffles.

You pulled away from him to look at him, you wiped the smudged makeup off his face with your thumb, and looked at him. “Wanna talk about it, Angie?”

“You already know the deal by now, it’s just Val..” He said, wiping his eyes, hiccuping before continuing, “I had a rough week, and I wasn’t off-script, and he just said to improv it, and I just fucked it up.. and he, well..” He gestured to the bruises and scars on his body, referencing what happened, giving a dry chuckle, you tensed above him.

“Baby.” You started, cupping his cheeks, pulling him to look at you, “I don’t know how yet, but I will fucking get you out of this, I don’t care who or what I have to go through, but I will fucking get you out of this. No one gets to hurt you and expect to get away with it.” You vowed, as your foreheads connected,

“Sugar, there’s no way out.” Angel murmured. “He’ll find me..” He said barely above a whisper, his voice cracking in fear, your heart ached for him.

“I’ll figure it out, handsome.” You said, pecking his forehead, “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

Lucifer

You’ve known since before you even started dating that Lucifer had depression, and you knew it hit hard, but you had never really been around to experience that before.

Whenever you could, you always tried to help him out with it, which was a bit hard since he had a tendency to brush it off a lot

It wasn’t until you came home to Luci having a depressive episode where you really got a grip on his depression

You came back to you and Lucifer’s shared home, you had just gotten out of work, and Lucifer was supposed to be at a meeting, key word, supposed to.

As you walked down the hall you heard sniffles coming from your shared bedroom.

You opened the door, it let out a small creak, and you noticed Lucifer curled up on the end of the bed.

There were tissues scattered on the floor on his side of the bed and on his night stand, his clothes that he would’ve worn to his meeting were in a messy pile on the floor, he was in boxers and no shirt, his hair messy, as he sniffled into the pillows, curled up in a thin but fuzzy duck blanket.

“Sweetie, what happened?” You asked sweetly, sitting down next to him at the edge of the bed, rubbing his scalp.

“I-I was gonna go to my m-meeting today, but when I went to get out of bed everything it just felt like I couldn’t do it.. and I started spiraling and I called Charlie and told her to go instead..” Luci explained through sniffles, clutching the blanket closer to his chest.

“Aww, darling.” You cooed lovingly, caressing his cheek, “How about this; I go run a nice, hot bath for the two of us, and then we can cuddle and take a nap, and then try to clean everything up. You can even bring in a few ducks if you want.” Lucifer perked up at your offer, nodding eagerly.

“Okay.” You smiled, chuckling softly, “Just keep your pretty little self here while I go run the water.” You said, getting up to leave, but you turned around as you got to the doorway. “Bubbles or no bubbles?” You asked with a knowing smile.

“…Bubbles, please.”

Velvette had sent you off to go check on Vox, normally he comes out of his security room to check on either her or Valentino, or you, and surprisingly he hadn’t today

You worked for the Vee’s but you were also friends, you were important enough to be basically considered an honorary Vee member, but you were unimportant enough to be cut from big social events and have a fair amount of work dumped on you last minute — And you were an assistant (as well as partner) to Vox

You knocked on the door to Vox’s office room, when no response came from the other side you slowly opened the door, and you saw a very stressed Vox.

His screen was in his hands, letting out small sniffles, but he would glitch here and there as the watery tears shocked his chords.

“Baby, you good?” You asked, standing behind him.

He whipped around, scrambling to wipe away any remaining tears, “Oh- Uh- Yeah- I’m fine.” He muttered, turning back around.

“Were you crying?” You asked, hesitantly, you’d never seen him cry before, other than sex, you both had only been together a few months.

“What? No! I don’t do that shit.” He scoffed, it was clear he was getting defensive, he didn’t like to be caught like this, but he’d rather it be you than someone else.

“Vox…” You pushed, maybe you shouldn’t have, but you did anyway. “Fine. Rough day, okay? Work is stressful as fuck.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, “Do you wanna lay down? Maybe take a nap? And you come back in an hour or two?” You suggested softly, Vox could be stubborn as hell at times, and you weren’t trying to push your luck.

Vox hesitates momentarily, before muttering a small, “I guess…”

#reqs open #hazbin hotel #x reader #mio’s writing ! ☆ #fanfiction #x y/n #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #x you #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #angel dust x y/n #angel dust x you #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel angel #angel dust #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #vox x reader #vox hazbin #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox

[loviatarsluv]

The Last Vampire Spawn

inspired by this post by @fangsandfeels as well as this gorgeous art by @ria-neearts above that may or may not have made me sob at work when I saw it :)

also inspired by my dire need to hug this poor baby in this scene in particular and give him literally any sort of comfort because god knows he needs it 😭

Astarion x gn!tav / Astarion x gn!reader

SPOILER WARNING! act 3 and the climax of Astarion’s quest line!

CW: violence, death, anguish, angst, blood, gore

rating: sfw (still mature for the listed content above)

in summary: Astarion finally kills cazador and bro needs a hug and a therapist fr

this one is very short I don’t even know the word count lol

Astarion’s guttural and enraged wails echo against the stone walls of the crypt, nearly drowning the sounds of Cazador’s failed attempts at gurgled shrieks as the dagger pierced his body over, and over, and over.

You stand at the bottom of the stairs and watch, gripping onto Halsin as he wraps a comforting arm around your shoulders as the three of you watch in horror while Astarion lets out two hundred years worth of pain, and agony, and hatred into every single thrust of the blade through his old master’s body. Hot tears sting your face as you watch on, tension filling the gaps of silence between your companions.

The vampire lord’s body falls limp before Astarion, bloodied and covered in viscera, lifeless. He takes a deep breath, falling back on his feet as his knees dig into the bloody marble floor. Sobs wrack through his body as he looks down with disdain at the corpse before him.

You exchange a glance with Halsin, a deeply unsettled and concerned face set into his features that wasn’t typical for his usually calm and collected persona. He looks between you and Astarion, and with just a glance, you realize what he’s thinking.

Before you can stop yourself, you run to Astarion, kneeling beside him. He’s too distraught to notice your presence beside him, so you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. He jolts slightly at your touch, then turns his face - his bloody, tear stained, and ever beautiful face to you, crimson eyes filled with a million emotions you couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

“I’m here, my love. It’s over. You did it,” you whisper, voice trembling and breaking.

His eyes scan your face frantically, chest rising and falling rapidly and anxiously, his breathing ragged and uneven - he looks at you, and you look back at him, as you try to force a reassuring smile through your own tears.

His face twists into an even deeper scowl as his eyes dart between you and the ruined corpse crumpled on the floor next to you.

“His death isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.” He growls, his fists clenching onto the fabric of his breeches.

You stare at him, speechless. You know that no words could suffice or possibly begin to dull the pain that was evident in his face.

“I suffered through two hundred years of pain and starvation and torture… and all I’ve gotten from it all was being the one to see the light leave that monster’s eyes,” he whispers angrily, tears still rapidly streaming down his blood covered cheeks. “It isn’t fair.”

You tentatively move your face so that your eyes meet his once again, nearly afraid of what you’ll see when you do.

His eyes scan your face for a moment, and he presses his lips into a thin line.

“And where were you twenty years ago? A hundred? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent young men you’d come to the rescue for?” He barks, his voice booming and bouncing off of the stone walls and into your ears making your head pound.

“Astarion—“

“How dare you! How dare you come to me now… when I’m this!” He wails, his voice cracking on the last word, his shoulders slumping.

Hot tears return to your waterline and pour over your lashes as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest and cradling his head.

He presses his face into your chest, eventually wrapping his arms around your waist and melting into you, causing you to fall backwards slightly as he practically lays on your body, sobbing into your gear. He grips the back of your shirt as if his life depended on it, even though for the first time in what felt like a while, perhaps it didn’t.

Because despite the roiling dread in his gut - he was free. At long last.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, gently rubbing circles into his bare back as you let him cry. Sob. Scream. For as long as he needs.

The others slowly migrate closer, but not too close, not wanting to interrupt or intrude, just silently exchanging sympathetic glances, and a flash of pride across Karlach’s face as she looks on.

After what felt like hours, Astarion goes quiet, his breath slowly evening out. He sniffles, then slowly lifts his head so his eyes meet yours.

You place a hand on his cheek, wiping a tear away with your thumb. He closes his eyes, savoring your touch, and sighs.

“He’s gone,” he whispers, almost too quietly for you to hear. As if he were mostly whispering it to himself. “He’s really gone…”

You nod, rubbing small circles on his cheek with your thumb. “I am so, so proud of you.”

He offers you a small, weak smile, that you return in kind. You place a kiss to the spot between his furrowed brows, his tense body relaxing only slightly into your touch. He still feels coiled up like a serpent ready to strike, still heavily on guard despite Cazador and his minions being long gone. You presume it will be a long while before he truly relaxes, but you feel more than willing and ready to be there every step of the way.

#this one had a lil kick to it! #idk why im just very emo about him lately #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #my fics #one shot #short fic

[grimm-writings]

Hiiii, I would like some Dungeon Meshi headcanons please! Reader is the oldest human in the main group and they're really motherly towards them. Like they're always fretting over their well beings and acting like a doting parent. And if you want, could you also add that Chilchuck's kinda into that so he falls for them?

That's all thank you!

…ft! chilchuck x gn! reader, platonic touden party & reader

…tags! fluff, some crack, headcanon format, mild manga spoilers, reader is referred to as ‘mom’ once

…wc! 847

…notes! the way i nearly screeched in delight when i got this ask. chilfuckers i’m one of you let me in. you used they/them for the reader so i’m gonna assume this is a maternal gn reader! i hope it is for your liking ty for being my first request 🥺

Having a more wise, of age individual in the party is always a plus when you need some advice.

And when most people in the party are absolute lunatics.

You have your hands full trying to stop Laios acting recklessly in action, or doting on Marcille when her emotions get the best of her.  Goodness, even Senshi has your hair going grey from how he gets sometimes!

Laios just sort of… lets your doting happen.

He can get slightly grumbly if you get too mad at him.  Still, it’s not the worst thing a parental figure could do.  Go easy on him!

Marcille takes psychic damage upon learning your age.  She’s staring at you, at the age in your face, and taking the years into account.

It’s simply not computing.  You… You should be, like, a pre-teen or something!  Human ageing baffles her once again.

Still… she is incredibly receptive to you doting on her.  She’s more of a carer on instinct but she finds herself falling into you whenever her spoons are low.

Senshi just sort of hits you with the “why tho” when you try fretting.  It’s actually slightly frustrating.  Still, you can recognise his wisdom and take a step back.  He can take care of himself… most of the time.

Izutsumi… oh the dear girl.

You must have recognised the signs immediately.  Her lack of table manners, her reclusive nature… she’s so young.

The girlcat was a bit prickly to any doting at first.  You would probably remind her a bit too much of Maizuru for her liking.

With time, perhaps sometime after he run-in with her succubus, Izutsumi would be a bit more welcoming of how you treat her.  It’s… It makes her feel nice, or whatever.

She accidentally calls you Mom once.  She was mortified as Marcille squeals in delight and Laios laughs to himself.  You couldn’t even ask if she thinks of you as a mother figure before she’s already stomping away to hide in a corner somewhere.

Then there’s Chilchuck.  Oh, what to say about him.

You probably thought he was a young human at first too.  He’s taller than other half-foots after all.  Still, as soon as you even try to act maternal around him, he yells at you and tells you he isn’t a kid.

Keep your distance for a bit, and he’ll warm up to you again.

Watching you do your thing with the other party members will have him commenting that he has no idea how you can just keep up with everyone like this, and he’s the one with three kids here.

You just smile gently and reply that it helps you keep stability knowing everyone in the party is doing alright.  At that, Chilchuck will give you a glance, and internalise your words.

Upon Izutsumi’s arrival into the party, Chilchuck’s perspective on you begins to alter slightly.

Initially, he respected you a fair bit.  You were more like the two older co-workers constantly giving each other looks at the younger ones’ antics.

But he sees you with this child he also has to admit he’s grown attached to.  You really were a natural maternal figure to Izutsumi.  He watches you tend to her sometimes, a smile slowly curling on his lips.

Then he catches himself, and his blood runs cold.

…Ohhh, shit. 

Chilchuck is level headed most of the time, but when he’s panicking he can’t keep his cool to save his life.

Around you, he becomes more… frantic, in a way.  Lecturing others to give you a break, even if he can just have a small talk with you.  If asked what’s up he’d raise his voice defensively and say it doesn’t matter.

One time, Izutsumi decided she can’t choose between her two favourite human heaters, and practically forced you and Chilchuck to sleep on either side of her.  Even with the girl slotted in between you two, Chilchuck was internally losing his mind at the closeness.

He even lets you dote on him a bit more again.  Not too much, though.  He’ll accept the occasional checking in and headpat but that’s it!

You can very easily pick up on his feelings for you.  It’s not hard to notice the shift in his attitude.

Well… It’s not like you can complain.  You may offer to help him out with his future shop once you’re out of here, giving him a slight wink.

Cherish how red his face gets.  He won’t let anyone else embarrass him so easily.  Maybe pinch his cheeks if you’re feeling brave, but he may swat you away depending on his mood.

At the end of the day, he’ll give you a small smile, and wonder aloud where the Hell all the party would be if it weren’t for you.

(Bonus!  I think Falin would also super appreciate your presence.  She’s the kind to simply take her own parents’ treatment of her and shrug it off in a ‘it is what it is’ sort of way.  Your doting attitude would leave her slightly discombobulated, but she’s very welcome to it.)

#✮ grimm's fics! #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #chilchuck x reader #chilchuck tims x reader #chilchuck tims imagines #chilchuck imagines #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi imagines #dungeon meshi x reader #delicious in dungeon #delicious in dungeon imagines #delicious in dungeon x reader #laios touden #marcille donato #senshi of izganda #izutsumi #falin touden

[missmeinyourbones]

cw: JJK MANGA SPOILERS!!!! read at your own risk!!!!! megumi and gojo centric, sad sad sad i am so sad 

“He’s just a kid.”

Satoru’s tone is one you’ve never heard from him. Quiet, strained, barely a whisper against the howling wind from outside. He's never not spoken with conviction; never had a voice that cracks with uncertainty. You hate it. 

“I know.”

He’s quick to clarify, “I mean, they all are. But he—”

He loses his train of thought—or rather, he’s not strong enough to finish it. To say it out loud in fear of it taking on a greater form. He decides on shaking his head and returning his voice to a whisper as he insists. 

“It’s different.”

“I know,” you repeat. Your hand holds his far too tight when you solemnly clarify, “he’s different.” 

“He—” a sniffle disguised as an inhale interrupts, “I taught him how to ride a bike.”

His words somehow sew the stitches of your broken heart back together before ripping them open once more. Bittersweet imagery swallows you whole. 

The thought of a tiny stubborn Megumi wrestling with something as minuscule as training wheels—what would then seem like the biggest obstacle he’d ever face. The cruel irony weighs heavy on your tongue. 

His barely four-foot stature somehow intimidating a lanky teenage Satoru. 

Satoru—not yet an adult but still volunteering any missed remnant of his own childhood in exchange for the right thing, he holds onto the back of Megumi’s bicycle seat for about thirty seconds before Megumi shoves him off and insists he can do it himself. 

In the silence of your home, Satoru sees it too—remembers it like it was yesterday. And what he, at the time, thought was the scariest thing that could've ever happened to him floods his mind, is now something he yearns to go back for. To do it all again, the exact same way, just to sit in the moment for a bit longer.

“Lil’ asshole learned so fast, I barely got to teach him anything,” he scoffs behind wet eyes, “but still.” 

You let out a snotty laugh, and it lifts the troublesome boulder on Satoru’s shoulder for a moment. A millisecond, maybe, but he’s grateful for it all the same. 

“And all the times he threw up in the middle of the night and I—”

His own sob cuts his words short.

More imagery floods your mind. This time, a shaky and clammy Megumi standing by the bedside of a sleeping Satoru. With unsteady hands and a burning forehead, he pokes and prods the guardian behind watering eyes. 

Satoru tastes bile as he remembers heating up alphabet soup on the stove at the crack of dawn. How Megumi would wait at the table, head in hands and blanket wrapped loosely around his tiny frame. Short legs swinging from the chair, yet to be long enough to reach the tiled ground. 

He wants to go back, wants to ruffle his hair and wipe his snot one last time. Wants to watch him grow like a weed and nearly surpass his own gigantic height. Wants to teach him all he can and not send him on that wild goose hunt for a finger that leads them here—separated and cursing their own decisions.

The world feels like it stops turning when Satoru barely speaks up, “He’s supposed to be my best man.”

Your blurry eyes can barely make out the silver band decorating his ring finger that matches the diamond on yours. One that’s supposed to promise you a lifetime of happiness, but right now serves as a reminder that nothing is promised. Nothing can be guaranteed in the world of Gojo Satoru. 

Still, you try to smile for him. “He will be,” you nod. 

But Satoru shakes his head. “Baby, we need to think realistically about all of—”

“We know nothing, Satoru.”

“We know enough.”

His tone is harsh, like a blade on glass, it scratches to leave a mark. It cuts you deep, even when it shouldn't because you know he isn't angry with you. But Megumi is not here and Gojo can’t think straight knowing he could’ve done something to change the pattern. 

With a deep breath, he catches the flash of hurt in your eye. 

Hands instantly wrapping around your frame, more so for himself and not for you, he shakes against your body. “M’sorry, sorry.” 

His nose tickles your neck as he hiccups. 

“I just…” he tries his best to say something, anything, to explain even an ounce of what he’s feeling. But nothing does it justice, so he decides on a simple whimper. 

“He’s everything.” 

And just like that, the water overflows, and all Satoru couldn’t say is on the table with a mere two words. He’s everything—a son not his, a brother too young, a bond more vital than the lack of blood that runs behind it. 

Megumi is everything, and he’s not here. 

You pull Satoru’s face from the crook of your neck and hold it in your hands as if it’s glass. It is, you try to remind yourself. 

You force him to look at you, to feel your determination when you speak with fire, “We’re gonna be fine.” 

Broken beyond repair, Satoru merely nods—but he knows the truth. 

He’s seen this play out before, his own history repeating itself, taunting him right before his six eyes. Too powerful in every way but the one that matters, Gojo Satoru is always too late.

Satoru knows both he and Megumi will not walk out of this alive. Only one, if either, is lucky enough to break the pattern. 

What he doesn't tell your pleading eyes and hopeful heart, is that he hopes it's Megumi. For the sake of all things good, please let it be Megumi who returns home to you.

#jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo angst #gojo satoru angst #gojo fic #gojo satoru fic #megumi angst #fushigojo

[myredrainbow]

Lucifer vs Alastor x reader!!! Pt.1

First I just wanna say ty for 100 likes on Alastor’s post!! I’m sorry that I haven’t been posting for a bit got to watch the show!!! Now that we have it we can now celebrate!!

Now since Alastor & Lucifer were trying one up each other for Charlie’s attention, I want to make something similar for reader purposes!! So this will be a one shot of these two lovely handsome devils~!

I hope you like it!!!

( spoilers)

~ Alastor & you were great friends with each other until Charlie announced that her father was going to be at the hotel. Freaking everybody up to clean up and pretty up the place.

~ As a fellow maid you and Niffty were cleaning up a storm as the others were making cookies and putting up streamers. Alastor watching everyone as he glared at the welcome banner, “Are you alright Alastor?” You asked.

~ He grinned at you, patting your head. “ Don’t worry, my dear!” He cheered, gripping his microphone tightly a bit. You stare at him then smiled, “Ah! What beautiful smile you have today!”. He grinned, you chuckle. “Your not fully dress-“ without a smile!” You and Alastor said together, as Vaggie said “Hey! He’s nearly here, come on”.

~~~~

~“Charlie!” Lucifer smiled as he hugged Charlie, “hey dad”.

~Lucifer twirls around as Razzle and Dazzle Floyd next to him as he mumbled something at them, he stands up straight as he walks around. He walks your way as you bow your head at him, “ Welcome! Your majesty, it’s an honor to meet you”. Lucifer stares and shakes your hand, “ Oh! Aha.. um what’s your name?”.

~You give him a gentle smile as you spoke, “ Y/n sir, I’m a maid here at your daughter’s wonderful hotel!”. Seeing at the corner of your eye, Charlie smiling at you. Lucifer stares at you smiling at your sweet smile you gave him.

~ “ Oh, um.. it’s wonderful to meet you Y/n” he cooed, as Alastor  silhouette appears between you too. “ Greetings your majesty! It’s a pleasure to meet you! Quite a pleasure!” He grinned, shaking his hand kind roughly as Lucifer’s hat nearly falling off.

~ you flutter your lashes at the notice of Alastor being in between you too. “ Huh? Who are you? Are you the bellhop?” He asked starring at Charlie and back at Alastor, “I’m Alastor the radio demon”. “You must know me from my radio show” Lucifer thinks for a second as he hums.

~”Nope! I guess that’s why you call this place the as “hazbin”hotel! Hahaha!” He laughed as Charlie stares at him, You and both stare at each other in confusion. “ Hahaha! It’s was actually my idea” Alastor spoke back, “Hahaha! Well it’s not very clever!” Lucifer spits back. “Haha! Fuck you..” he growls, as you Charlie both the both of them away.

~ you snap at Alastor, “ Alastor! Please..”. Alastor sighs and fixes his bow tie, “Apologies my dear..” he smiled. Lucifer stares at the both of you, “umm.. are you two a couple?” He asked. You shake your head, “Oh no! We’re just great friends”. You smile as you heard some radio cracking sounds beside you, Lucifer grinned. He twirled around lifting your hand with his cane as he lifts his cane as he quickly gives a peck on your knuckles.

~ You gasp as Charlie mumbles, “dad?”. Y/n gasp as you take your hand back as you rubbed your knuckles against your fingers, the feeling of his lips on my mind. Alastor glares at him as Lucifer gives him a shit grin…

~~~~~

Charlie takes her father around the hotel as you hold behind them alongside Alastor, Alastor being very close to you. Alastor then stops walking as you turn around to see him starring off, “Alastor?” You mumble. “Sorry dear, do you mind handing me your hand?” You nod as you lift up your hand as he holds your hand as he caresses your hand before pecking your knuckles.

~ “ *gasps* A-Alastor?” You yelp as your heart starts to pound, his face still at your hand as looks up to see you. His eyes showing off mischievous intentions, as he spoke.

“No one is going to take what’s mine..”

TBC !!!

Yay!!! I hope you guys like this first part !!! The next part might be more fluff to spicy. Sorry that this is short but I’ll make the next part longer!!! I’m excited for this one shot- AAAAAA.. honestly I can’t even with Alastor and Lucifer. I love them both <3

~Myredrainbow

( ps. I hope you guys like the screenshots I have of my favorite parts XD Alastor tho- 👀 and Lucifer has them lashes (eyelashes) ^^

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[draguuula]

PLAYING WITH YOUR FOOD.

synopsis: mc is a little - just a tad bit - down bad for mychael over their impromptu dinner date. all silly fluff and crack here, maybe spoilers? for a lot of game dialogue used, and a bit of swearing. whoopsie 🤭

"mychael...? is that... yours?"

"i-i..."

the man burrows his head in his hands as he shamefully lowers his gaze while you stare at his tail, the slender limb firmly wrapped around the mug. you can feel the atmosphere in the room change, too, if the tension wasn't already thick enough to cut through with a knife.

"i'm sorry, mc, i think...

"i think it's time i was honest."

as he lifted his head and carded his hair back, you saw his eyes, yellow gleaming despite a shadow downcast over them. you froze as they stared directly at you before swiftly averting your gaze.

you were in awe. you had to fight the urge to have your giddy smile spread over your face with excitement, yet you didn't think you could stop your eyes from sparkling.

as if sensing your heartrate pick up, mychael stuttered out his next words. through your own burning gaze, you could see his throat bob up and down when he gulped.

"i-i know it's a lot to take in, but... this is the real me...

"please... please don't be scared."

he carefully picked and said his words with such utter desperation you felt your heart clench and you grit your teeth, having to stop yourself from bombarding this little forest guy with reassurance.

god, he was so cute.

he tensed even more so than he already was as he saw your jaw clench, trembling slightly while he prepared for the worst reaction from you. it was almost unfair how he waited with baited breath as you nearly passed out from trying not to bounce off the walls with excitement.

i mean, could he blame you? maybe. you were excited just first seeing his rather unusual appearance too when you awoke, but the sheer shock of being in an unfamiliar place and not finding your cat made you a bit... prickly, earlier.

you winced at the memory, and mychael grimaced at the idea of you being disgusted by him. of course, you noticed this only after sensing his gaze on you, awkwardly clenching the kitchen utensils in hand.

"mychael... i..."

you placed them down, a hand over your eyes while you lower lip trembled.

"i...

"i'm not scared.

"honestly, i think you're really fucking pretty."

...

the silence was loud.

"oh. excuse me. that was rude. are you comfortable with swearing? i sure hope so..."

he was going to sputter, but no words came out. instead, his eyes blew wide open and his pupils dilated significantly. like a cat's... you noted.

he clearly stared at you dumbfounded as his face slowly grew blue, silently waiting for an explanation behind your thought process. he couldn't believe what he was hearing. you merely chuckled at his awe. and the cute way his ears lowered and pulled back, by extension.

"o-okay, maybe i came off a little too strongly," you cleared your throat awkwardly, nervously tugging at your collar with a laugh, "aha, maybe i'm a little scared, but-"

"ah! s-sorry." he apologized.

of course he apologized... you thought, just when you were about to say you were scared by how damn alluring and attractive he was because... damn, had you never seen a guy so otherworldly.

you went to sigh at your messed up rizz, but paused midway of doing so as he grabbed a plate, hiding behind it. you blinked at his "hidden" figure with a blank face, opening your mouth to say something but deciding against it as that same mouth already made him panic just now.

"would it help if i just... hide it? i-i could fix my hair like before... if that's what you prefer."

you sat there with tears stinging your eyes mentally. or maybe a singular tear really did slip out as you watched him hunch over to make himself seem less intimidating... he was just too damn adorable.

you finally let out a sigh, a crooked yet bashful smile appearing on your face.

"hey... mychael?"

he flinched in place as your fingertip made contact with his flushed green skin, and you delighted in seeing faint hints of blue decorating his adorable, elongated ears up close. he muffled a response to you from behind his glass shield. you shook your head at his antics.

"...can... you put that down?"

he went silent with the shyest look on his face as he slowly peeked over the plate, all four eyes looking at the floor instead of you.

"...c-can you look at me...?"

he finally glanced at you. you felt that stupid, silly grin of yours take over your face against your will, warmly smiling at him as you got a proper look over his features.

"hi, there."

with just those words alone, his face was almost fully taken over by a shade of blue, much to your amusement. it only served to make you giggle at his shy cuteness while he blushed harder.

"d-don't look at me like that..."

"look at you like what? i'm not doing anything..." you tease, feeling your own face heat up and paint your cheeks a darker hue.

"mc, p-please..." he groaned, on the borderline of hiding his face in his hands again before you apologized, not wanting him to pull himself away from your stare anymore... even if it flustered you, too.

you plucked the mug from his tail as he stared at you, bewildered once more. you stared into the mixture while moving the mug in a circular rotation to watch it swirl, about to compliment his natural affinity for his handiwork in the kitchen before he fidgeted.

"a-are you really... okay with this? with me?"

you noted how his voice seemed small as he questioned you, the blue pigment having seemingly never left his skin. the corners of your lips twitched upwards lazily while you had your own blush dusting your cheeks, now being the one to glance away.

"i said it before, and i'll say it again... you're really pretty, mychael. i think... i think you're really attractive, if i'm gonna be honest..."

he watched as you squeezed your own eyes shut and took notice of your flushed skin, his lips pressed together nervously. he twiddled his fingers together, fidgeting again. "...y-you think i'm attractive?"

your hum in response didn't help his own blush out as his head spun watching you genuinely - genuinely, of all things, get embarrassed and now be the one to bury your head in your hands.

"oh."

he could probably cook something with the heat rushing to his face. yet, he found a silly smile make its way to his lips while his eyes gleamed with happiness.

"oh...!"

what a hell of a first date.

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[daisysliv]

don’t you dare | eddie munson

word count: 1581

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie have a private moment before going into the final battle against vecna

warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death, light swearing, possible s4 spoilers

notes: vol 2 absolutely broke me so i spent all night writing this and i am insanely proud of it! this has got to be one of my favorite fics that i ever written so i hope you like it as well. as always, not edited so all my mistakes are my own 

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Resting your forehead against his, you gripped his hands tightly between the two of your bodies and lifted them to your lips. Your eyes were screwed shut, scared that if you opened them he would vanish and be replaced with darkness. Because that would mean everything was for nothing. It would mean that Vecna figured out the plan before you could even execute it. It would mean everyone you love dies and you couldn't imagine that; And you didn't want to. 

He released a puff of air, the smell of nicotine on his breath wafting into your nose causing it to scrunch up in disgust. You didn't mind that he smoked but you always demanded he brush his teeth, wash his hands, and spray cologne before going near you. Today, however, you didn't give a damn. 

The possibility of losing him during the battle is too high and you hated it because you couldn't imagine life without him. He’s been your best friend since you were both in your last year of Middle school, seven years he has been by your side, even when you left Hawkins after you graduated to go off to see parts of the world for a year while he stayed behind to redo his Senior year. But only within the last year did you two admit your feelings and start to date. 

“I'm scared.” You admitted, your voice cracking from the lump welling up in your throat. His hands gripped yours tighter as he nodded against your head, signaling that he’s listening. “What if it doesn't work? What if he figures it out and kills all of you? I can't- Eddie, I can't lose you too.” 

Sighing, he removed his left hand from your interlaced hands and held your face gently, the warmth of his skin sending chills down your spine. You nuzzled into the palm of his hand, a soft smile painting your face. His thumb traced over the skin under your eye, and with a similar voice crack to yours he spoke, “I'm not going anywhere, princess.” 

You could tell he was just as scared as you, if not more. The last few days haven't been easy on him and you wished none of it happened. You wished he didn't have to be dragged into this mess but here he was, terrified out of his mind and confused. You kept all this a secret from him for a reason. You didn't want to lose him like you lost your parents to the Mind Flayer last year. You couldn't go through that again. The Upside Down had taken enough from you. 

Opening your eyes, you meet his own, lined with unshed tears, big brown eyes. “You hear me? I'm not going anywhere.” He repeats, his eyes searching yours for something but you don't know what. 

Nodding, you release his hand from your grip and let your hands run through his long, and messy, dark brown curly hair. His eyes close in relief at your touch, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

Tongue darting out to wet your dry and chapped lips, you lifted your forehead off of his and drew your hands back into lap, his hand falling from your face to his knee. Staring at the man in front of you, you hope to whatever God there is that Eddie won't be taken away from you. 

“I love you. So much.” You wipe your eyes, the sleeves of your shirt absorbing the fallen tears that stained your cheek. You watch as Eddie’s face switches from terror and worry to shocked and his eyes wide with adoration. While you have been dating for nearly ten months, you have yet to say the three little words that mean so much to you. Saying those words has never been easy for you since your parents never said it to each other, or you much for that matter. It made saying it so much harder because you didn't want to be rejected or found weird for saying them.

When too much time passed between the two of you without a single word being uttered from Eddie, you feel your nerves skyrocket. He was taking too long to answer you and while you could see the love he held for you in his everyday actions towards you and his eyes, you were still scared of possible rejection. By this point, you could feel your heart beating against your ribs so fast you thought it would break through.

You part your lips with the intention to try and backtrack when his hands are cupping your cheeks between them, his cold rings soothing your warm skin.

He laughs softly, his eyes seeming brighter than they have ever been. He’s wanted nothing more than to hear those words from you for as long as he could remember. 

“You have no idea how long I have been waiting to hear those words.” His smile was wide, it reached his eyes and you could feel your heart soar. You don't think you've ever seen it so big in the last seven years. He pressed his lips to yours, the taste of cigarettes and the spearmint gum you gave him earlier, floods into your mouth. Giggling against his lips, you can't fight the smile spreading across your own making it difficult to kiss him back. His hands move from your face to your waist, holding your hips gently and pulling you onto his lap, disconnecting his lips from yours. “I love you more than you could imagine. My heart beats for you and you only.” He finally tells you. 

You hands tangle themselves in his hair and you lean in for another kiss when a sharp knock on the bedroom door breaks you two apart. Climbing off his lap, much to both of your dismay, you pull open the door and your heart drops to your feet when you realize it must be time to go. 

You wanted more time. 

“Nancy says you two have five minutes before we need to begin.” He informs you, a solemn look spreading across his features. You can only handle nodding before pushing the closed and leaning your forehead against it, wishing you had more than five minutes. 

You hear the bed frame creak and assume Eddie was adjusting the way he sat until you felt his long arms circle your waist from behind and pull you into his chest. Laying your head back against his chest, you closed your eyes and let your unshed tears fall freely. You hated to be vulnerable but in this moment, with such limited time with the man you loved, you couldn't help it. 

Eddie rested his chin on the crook of your neck, his breath fanning your cheek and you wrap your hands around his, holding him closer to you. 

“Don't you dare die on me tonight, Munson, or I swear to God–” You started off but he cut you off quickly. 

“Stop. I'm not going anywhere, baby.” He whispers into your neck, pressing a kiss just underneath your jaw on your pulse. The feeling of his lips there sent a chill down your back and you let out a quiet giggle. “I will meet you right back here in a couple of hours, I promise you.” 

“Good because I can't do this again. I can't lose someone I love to the Upside Down again. It hurts too much.” You turned his arms but can't bring yourself to look up at him. 

He removes an arm from around your waist to trap your chin between his thumb and pointer finger and lifts your head so you look at him. Eddie looks at you with so much love swirling in his eyes that normally would have you swooning but right now it just made your heart break in two. “Stop talkin’ like that, princess, please. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you. Just… hide from him for as long as you can while we do our jobs and save you.” 

“And Hawkins.” 

He chuckled. “Mainly you.” 

“I love you.” You whispered and stood up on your toes to press your lips against his. He responded immediately, his hand on your hip tightening while his other one held your cheek. Your lips moved together with a sense of urgency, speaking all the words you didn't have the time to say. 

Eddie pulled away first, rested his forehead against yours, and closed his eyes. You did the same. 

“It's time.” He murmured. “I wish I could come with you.” 

“Me too, but you're the only one that can play Master of Puppets. I’ll be with Lucas, Max, and Erica, they’ll keep me safe.” 

“They better or I'm kicking their asses.” Laughing, you slapped his chest. 

Seconds pass before reality sets in and you're forced to let each other go, your hands falling to your sides and the smiles fading from your faces. You turn and pull the door open to see Lucas raising his fist to knock. 

“Keep her safe and alive, you hear me Sinclair?” Eddie demands, pointing a finger at the boy. 

“Promise.” 

Turning back to look at your boyfriend, you press one last kiss on his lips. “If you see danger, don't be a hero. I’ll see you in a few hours,” You whispered and disappeared from the room with Lucas so everyone could finish getting ready to fight off Vecna. 

You hoped everyone made it out alive.

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[chloeangelic]

Pleasers & baked ziti

Bouncer!Joel x stripper!reader

A self indulgent drabble about pole dancing and Sopranos

Summary: Joel is everyone's favorite bouncer, who always spends his break with his favorite dancer

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, set in 2007, takes place in a strip club, Sopranos references and spoilers, no outbreak, no use of y/n, sarcasm, banter, crushing, Joel gets a pole dancing lesson lmao, eventual smut

Word count: 1.4k

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Upon realizing that being a single dad who wants to put his teenage daughter through college is expensive, Joel took a second job as a bouncer at a strip club nearly two years ago, Thursday to Sunday, letting his brother live with him in exchange for babysitting. He’s very professional about the whole gig, and he’s the first person the girls always go to when a patron creates problems or they have a bad night. They all love and trust him, but there's one dancer who knows him a little better than the rest, one who’s always on break at the same time as him, sitting in the staff room, eating snacks and watching The Sopranos reruns when he comes in. 

“That’s Karen’s last ziti”, he exclaims at the same time as Bobby Baccala says it on screen, walking towards her on the couch, “He’s not ready to eat that yet”. Neither of them look at each other before he's next to the couch, but she giggles at his delivery of the lines. “Janice is such a grifter, right?” she asks and scoots over to give him space to sit down on the small couch, “Want popcorn?”. Without waiting for an answer, she dumps the half-empty bowl in his lap and keeps watching the episode. “Slow night?” Joel asks, and she sighs in response. “Just drunk morons I can tell aren’t gonna tip”, she says and rolls her eyes, “The ones who tell me they can “save me” and then ask what my real name is”. 

Joel puts his hand over his mouth and his eyes widen, acting stunned, “You tryna tell me your name ain’t actually Amethyst?”. She puts her hand on his leg and shakes her head, looking at him with a sympathetic expression, trying not to smile. “I was trying to find the right time to tell you, I was thinking maybe on your two year work anniversary?” she says, “We could get you a cake that says ‘these aren't our real names sorry Joel we thought you knew’, with no punctuation or decorative flowers, just the writing”. He cracks up a little and looks at her, “You’re bringin’ the baked ziti to the party, or what, no fuckin’ ziti?”. “Idiot” she giggles and pushes his leg before retracting her hand. 

“As far as I'm concerned, your name is Buffalo Ray” he says, shrugging and throwing popcorn up in the air to catch them with his mouth. “The hell?”, she acts insulted and blinks at him impatiently, “Why am I Buffalo Ray? He died snitching, man”. He laughs a little before he answers her, looking at her fake-irritated face about to burst into laughter, “Cause you're a rat”. “Fuck off” she says and nudges him, earning her a rumbling laugh from the man. “You watch last night?” he asks, “It’s goin’ downhill fast for these gavones”. “Duh, I ev-” she says before she’s interrupted by the manager giving an announcement in the other room, and everything is drowned out by the noise from the TV except for something about the club closing early tonight. 

She looks at Joel with an excited expression, jumping up on her knees before sitting back on her platform heels and putting both hands on his arm, “Wanna give me a private show?”. “Who are you talkin’ to?” he asks and looks around the room. “You, big boy, come on” she says and slaps him gently on his shoulder. He snorts a little and looks down, trying to hide that he’s blushing, “You might have to teach me some moves”. 

50 Cent is playing on the speakers and the lights are flashing when she pulls Joel up on stage, still wearing her lingerie and heels. She’s about as tall as him in her nine inch Pleaser heels, black and sparkly with a worn down sole. He's broad and muscular, with a scruffy face and hair that’s surprisingly fluffy considering it doesn't look like he makes much of an effort with it. They’ve only ever seen each other in their work outfits despite hanging out regularly for almost two years, talking about anything and everything, becoming relatively close despite never taking the step out of the club and meeting in a different setting. 

“This is a body wave” she says as she holds onto the pole and demonstrates, pointing at her body at different parts of the movement, “Chest, stomach, hips, chest, stomach, hips”. He looks at her with a concentrated expression, whispering chest, stomach, hips back to himself. He’s been desensitized to the sight of girls in lingerie, semi nude and fully nude for a while now, and has no issues focusing when she breaks down the moves she does every night. “Okay, now you do it” she says and takes a step back, watching him grab the pole and whisper the instructions while he stiffly moves his upper body in an S-shape. 

“Great, now take a step around” she says and points in a circular motion around the pole, watching him step out to the right, “Shift your weight, Joel, left hip”. She pokes his hip with her finger and waits for him to lean onto his left leg, applauding when he steps around in a somewhat more slinky fashion. “Last move,” she says and holds up her index finger before waving at him so he steps away while she demonstrates. 

“This is a figure eight,” she slides her hands down and sticks her ass out, shifting her weight between her hips to rotate side to side, looking Joel directly in the eyes on the other side of the pole. He clears his throat and glances away for a second before refocusing, grabbing the pole and looking back to see if he’s doing it right. “Loosen your hips, baby, let me see some more ass” she says and smacks him playfully on his lower back. “I see you ladies do this four nights a week,” he groans, “I should really have figured this out by now”. She clicks her tongue and raises an eyebrow in response. 

“Okay, now put it all together and give me a show” she says and jumps off the platform, taking a seat right in front of the stage. They both take a deep breath, looking away from each other to prevent from bursting out in laughter, and he steps close to the pole, running the little routine from the top. “I'm breakin' a sweat here” he mutters as he tries to replicate her smooth movements, realizing construction work and lifting weights haven't prepared him for such specific types of strength training. 

“Ay, ay, ayyyy” she calls out and whistles, “You should take off your shirt”. He can’t hold it in anymore, and chuckles as he steps around the pole and tries to bend over like she did, realizing how stiff he is and how flexible she must be to comfortably do this, especially in those heels. He sees the excitement in her eyes at how well he’s replicating the moves she taught him, and she claps enthusiastically while he pants from just a thirty second long stage set. 

“Let me drive you home” he says as she puts on her jacket and they walk out of the door, “Don’t want you standin’ around outside alone at this hour”. “Won’t say no to that” she says excitedly and flings the truck door open, throwing her bag into the back and jumping into the passenger seat. He laughs a little as he climbs in and starts the engine, turning the radio down to a low volume and navigating out of the parking garage. 

Only a few minutes go by before he glances to his right and sees that she’s asleep against the window, faintly snoring. He smiles to himself a little and continues watching the road, easily finding her house after driving her home countless times. He parks the truck and waits a second before carefully nudging her shoulder, and she wakes up disoriented. “Thanks Joel,” she says as she leans over the console and grabs her bag, “Say hi to Sarah from me, see you tomorrow”. He says goodnight and watches her close the truck door and run inside, staying in her driveway until she's gotten into her house and turned on a light before he drives away.

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[jigsawgirlie]

okay to be vulnerable

(fluff!johnny joestar x reader)

(authors note)

spoiler warning if you haven’t gotten at least halfway through sbr; also is the jojo fandom even still alive on here?? there’s a severe lack of johnny fluff and your girl is here to deliver.

Gyro had been asleep for the past hour; not a sound stirred from his dormant tent. You and Johnny sat by the small fire Gyro had started prior to slumping down and snoring like a bear.

You and Johnny were quiet. The silence was not awkward, nor was it deafening, it was merely silence. The mosquitos surrounding you both creating small stirs in the mostly quiet night.

Staring briefly at Johnny you watched as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, staring at the embers as they burned. The expression on his face was blank, and filled with thoughts. You tilted your head, silently memorizing all of his features. If you live to see the day all of this mess is over with you pray you’ll remember just how ethereal he looks right now.

Idiotically, you must of made your staring too obvious. Shifting his gaze Johnny noticed your staring. “Is something wrong?” He asked, facing towards you. You ignore his question, instead prompting one for him, “What are you thinking about?”

He’s surprised by your question - that much is evident in his body language. He stares for a moment before scratching his forearm and staring into the fire once more.

You sigh, disappointed he didn’t want to further conversate with you. Perhaps it was still too soon for him to have garnered your trust.

Nearly accepting defeat you walk away, stopping at your tent and looking once at Johnny. You stare as he sits uncomfortably, swatting at mosquitos and holding his body close to himself.

An idea pops into your head. Trusting your intuition, you grab a small blanket left near your belongings. Begrudgingly, you walked quietly back towards Johnny, holding the woolen blanket in your arms.

You make your presence known to Johnny, squatting down close to him. His focus is now entirely onto you, and the close proximity between the two of you.

You smile softly, and give him a look with your eyes, one that begs for trust. When his eyes soften, you smile gently. Carefully you place the blanket around his shoulders. He stares at you in disbelief, blue eyes carefully examining your features.

Before turning to leave you gently lean down, whispering in his ear. “Its okay to be vulnerable Johnny.” You give him one more gentle smile before wishing him a goodnight and walking away.

You leave, not looking back. You’re about halfway to your tent when you hear a weak voice call out for you.

Surprised, you turn around. Johnny is facing your direction, his upper body completely turned towards you. His right arm is raised, reaching out to you. “Johnny?” You call, walking back over to him.

You sit down once more, this time closer to him. He doesn’t make eye contact, instead scrunching his face in concentration. He tries desperately to find the words, afraid you’ll leave him if he can’t speak up.

Gently (and hesitantly) you place your hand on top of his. He finally makes eye contact with you; your eyes are soft and you have a slight smile on your face. In that instant Johnny felt more reassured than he had in his entire life.

He takes in a breath, “I don’t mean to be distant. I want to be there for you and Gyro, don’t get me wrong. I’m just scared.” You give him a second to continue speaking if he desires, and when he doesn’t you do. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He nods. His heart feels like its beating a million times a second, and the lump in his throat is painful. “I never thought I would make something of myself after the accident” He gestures to his legs, “Now I’m here, and I have this ability. I want to be someone again. I want to find the corpse parts and find myself again. I can’t go back to my miserable self.” His voice cracks and his eyes are filled with sadness and fear.

It’s hard to search for the right thing to say. You open your mouth but no words come out, scared to say something wrong. Johnny looks at you; his eyes beg for you to say something. “I like to think once we hit rock bottom, there’s only one way to go - up.” You stop and take a breath before continuing, “You’ve been through hell, we all have. Maybe it’s the meaning of why we’re all here in the first place, I don’t know. What I know for sure is you aren’t who you used to be anymore. You don’t have to live in fear Johnny. Plus you have Gyro and me now.”

Johnny is astonished by what you’ve said. His mouth left slightly agape as he stares at you. You refrain from eye contact, afraid to look at him. You two sit in silence once again for a beat, unsure of who will break the silence first. Johnny folds, “I’ll be strong. I’ll find the corpse parts and stop Funny Valentine with everything that I have. I promise that to you and Gyro. From the bottom of my heart.”

You look back at him this time, your faces nearly touching. His eyes are filled with determination and his expression is stoic. You stare at his lips, then back up to his eyes. Both leaning in, your lips just nearly graze his before you pull away.

“I know you will Johnny. I know.” Is what you say instead. You smile brightly, staring at him with admiration. Johnny is left speechless, wanting to feel your lips pressed against his desperately.

You stand up and leave, heading towards your tent once more, succumbing to your exhaustion. Perhaps another night you’ll get a moment alone with Johnny. Maybe then you’ll have the courage to show him how you feel about him using your lips.

(authors note)

writing this , i mentioned mosquitoes then remembered johnnys fetish he mentioned to gyro. *thousand yard stare*

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #steel ball run #johnny joestar #part 7 jojo #jjba part 7 #johnny joestar x reader #johnny joestar x you #jjba imagines #fluff #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jjba x y/n

[itjazzbicch]

Free

Pairing:  Havik (Dariou) x Reader 

Summary: Once a slave who helped build the realm of Seido, the reader has always lived their life in fear from the trauma the realm has caused them, only to be blindsided by Havik, who comes to free them, destroying Seido with Rain's assistance, and promising the reader a new, better life as they are free...

Requested by: @isimpformaskmen (Ya asked for some Havik, so I hope you enjoy it!)

Warnings:  Havik's Tower ending spoilers, Reader was a former slave, Reader uses Havik's real name, Dariou. The reader is also a little crazy like Havik is (lol)

Word Count: 0.7k 

Seido wasn't the glamorous realm that everyone thought it to be. It was built on the back of enslaved people such as me, living through horrors and strict laws. Most people were afraid to make so much as a tiny, meaningless mistake because there was a chance that they'd be imprisoned for it.

I lived much of my time as one of the commanders' servants. It wasn't the best, but it was better than being in prison or dead.

"I'll be right back with what you requested, sir," Bowing my head to the commander and going about my way, I started daydreaming like I always did, thinking of a better life and startled by screams that I heard in the hall.

In fear, I quickly hid against the wall, covering my mouth and panting as I heard more screaming. It sounded like some guards were fighting someone, that someone letting out a deep but low laugh with the screams silencing.

Panting harder, I could hear the footsteps getting closer. I didn't want to be next, but I was afraid to move, seeing a figure pass by. Somehow, they didn't notice me, my hand falling limp as I recognized them:

"D-Dariou?"

He recognized my voice, slowly turning to me:

"Y/N. I found you."

I was shaking, struck with shock as I saw his disfigured face, beginning to ramble out of fear:

"W-What are you doing here? We'll be killed!"

"Oh no, we won't," He growled, taking my hand, "Tonight, our lives will change for the better. Now, we must leave. Immediately."

"O-Okay," I nodded, following him as Dariou was my only friend in this forsaken world. We managed to make it out unharmed and no one on our tail, heading clear up to the mountain top, nearly crying as I pleaded to him:

"Dariou, tell me what's happening. Please, I'm scared."

"There's no need to be afraid," He sighed, finally at the peak of the mountain, holding my hand as I stared at him; his scarred face still took me aback, a tear dropping to my cheek as I caressed his cheek softly:

"What happened to you while you were gone?"

It was apparent that it was a sensitive subject as he turned away from my hand, but I quickly held his hand again, reassuring him:

"I don't think of you any differently. I've just worried about you so much, and I can tell you've gone through a great deal of pain."

"I have," He murmured, pulling me to him and keeping me under his arm, "But that's all about to pay off. Rain!"

Who? I was confused but stayed put, still scared and so, hugging Darriou's torso, watching as this man dressed in purple with a staff stood at the peak:

"Leave the rest to me."

Suddenly, thunder started cracking in the sky, and that alone showed me that this, Rain, wielding strong magic, his arms raised to the sky as it began to rain and that water grew more and more into waves and quickly after, a gargantuan storm, flooding the capital of Seido.

I was scared but was smiling for some reason as Havik left me where I stood to take a closer look, hands also raised to the sky as he was laughing chaotically:

"FINALLY! FINALLY, SEIDO FALLS!"

The entire capital was destroyed, but I was grateful for Dariou because I still could've been down there.

"This-" I whispered shakily, looking at Dariou, "This is why you came for me?"

"You've suffered as greatly as I have, Y/N," Coming back to me with his arm over my shoulder again, he brought me to see the destruction, "But now, we're free! As we always should have been!"

"We're f-free?" I cried softly, my throat closing from holding back tears, "We're free!"

As I watched the waves of the storm cascade with destruction, I couldn't help but cry, squeezing Dariou as his arm wrapped around me, embracing me as he whispered:

"I told you I'd come back for you and make our dreams a reality, remember?"

What I thought would be a dream was coming true, and as I picked my head up to wipe my tears, I was smiling again, beginning to laugh along with him:

"It's come true. We're free!"

"Yes indeed, my dear!" Still holding me, we stared at the destruction of Seido with smiles. It was the beginning of a new era, his voice confident as he swore to me, "And no one will ever shackle us in chains ever again!" 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat fluff #mortal kombat x y/n #mortal kombat oneshot #havik #havik x reader #havik x y/n #havik imagine #havik fluff #havik oneshot #read and enjoy

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

Natural Satellite [ch 13]

An In Stars and Time AU. In ch 13, Loop deflects. Siffrin spirals. Isabeau tries to keep up. You can start from chapter one here.

Isabeau nearly jumps out of his skin. “W-Woah!!! Sif!!!” “Yes?” “You’re—wow, you’re like, really quiet!!” “Yes.” Sif flops down in the grass, patting around vaguely till they find a thick-ish branch. They snap it in half with a startling crack, eye it thoughtfully, and then halve it again before unsheathing their dagger. ...Huh. They’re whittling again, even though they know their work won’t outlast the loop. Which means they want to talk about something. “What’s up, Sif?” “The canopy.” “Annnd…?” Sif’s blade digs into the wood, scraping off a long, curling shaving. “And I thought we should talk about Wish Craft.”

[isat spoilers / 2 hats spoilers / spoilers thru act 6]

Isabeau has, like, at least a million questions.

If Loop—(Sif???) (No, they chose the name Loop; that has to matter)—is really some alternate version of Siffrin, then… what? What? What??? What would that even mean??? And why would they keep it a secret from Sif? What’s the point in keeping secrets from yourself?

Of course Isa isn’t going to rat them out. It’s not his place. And he’s definitely not gonna confront them about their past. What kind of a crab could look at someone who Changed that much and try to talk to the person they used to be? Loop is Loop now. Isabeau is totally cool with that.

…He’s just a little confused about why there are two of them.

Isabeau knows how it feels to Change. But it’s not like he walked out of the House holding hands with the kid he used to be. One person can’t become two people. That’s not how it works. (That’s not how anything works.)

He needs to talk to Loop. Luckily, he’s in the right place. There should be at least a few minutes before Siffrin catches up. Longer, if Sif stops to talk to Mira. It’s not ideal, but it should be enough to get at least a few answers.

“Loop!” he gasps, when he spots them.

“What do you want,” Loop asks sourly.

“N-Nothing!! I’m just a little confused, is all!”

“Okay.”

“And… I guess I was hoping you could help with that?”

Loop gives him a close-eyed smile. “Optimistic!”

“I’m just, um. I… guess I’m having a hard time getting my head around it?”

Loop’s eyes snap open. “Why? Because I don’t hang on your every word? Because I’m not some cute little puppy, like your Siffrin?”

“What? No! Because why are there two of you???”

He watches Loop draw themself up to snap at him and then just—settle back into their seat. “Oh.”

Yeah, oh. “So. You know. Why are there two of you?”

“Does it matter?”

“And how do you look so different? Body Craft is, I mean, it’s pretty advanced, but I don’t think it’s possible to—I mean—I’m pretty sure you’re made of light?”

Loop examines their hands, the white shining from under their nails. “It certainly seems that way, doesn’t it?”

“And—” This one is embarrassing, but he can’t help it. “W-Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“…Why would I?”

Yeah, Isabeau probably could’ve seen that coming. “Are you seriously not going to answer any of my questions?”

“I’d have thought that would be obvious.” Loop narrows their eyes at him. “Don’t you have any manners? This is Vaugarde. It’s rude to ask someone about who they used to be.”

Wow, they are really not making this easy! “I’m not— I don’t care that you Changed. Or, I mean, it’s great! If you’re happy, I’m happy! I just… I mean… It kinda seems like you aren’t, though?”

Loop’s face hardens. “I don’t want to talk about this with you.”

“Well, who do you wanna talk to?”

“No one! Ever!!! Till the end of time!!!!”

Isabeau groans. “Look, I didn’t wanna play this card, but you just really don’t seem like you’re doing very well…”

“What impressive powers of perception! Your parents must be proud.”

“…and I guess it seems like you’re cool with that, but I’m not, so I think you probably have to talk to someone, so… i-if you really won’t talk to me, then—” He grimaces, bracing for the worst. “I… think I might have to tell Sif.”

To his surprise, Loop just rolls their eyes. “Knock yourself out. I’m sure he’ll be soooo~ surprised.”

“Wh— Huh???”

“Why are you acting like that?” Loop asks grumpily. “You just said it just last loop. That they guessed who I was, and he thought I was probably him.”

“B-But that’s just a theory!”

“Oh, grow up. How long did it take you to clock me? Three loops? Maybe four? He’s been here for hundreds.”

(“Hund—????”)

“They have all the pieces. He’s just deluding himself because he doesn’t like the implication.”

He almost doesn’t want to ask, but… “What implication?”

Loop smiles nastily. “That—”

“Oh, good,” Siffrin says, from immediately behind him. “You’re already here.”

Isabeau nearly jumps out of his skin. “W-Woah!!! Sif!!!”

“Yes?”

“You’re—wow, you’re like, really quiet!!”

“Yes.” Sif flops down in the grass, patting around vaguely till they find a thick-ish branch. They snap it in half with a startling crack, eye it thoughtfully, and then halve it again before unsheathing their dagger.

Huh. They’re whittling again, even though they know their work won’t outlast the loop. Which means they want to talk about something. “What’s up, Sif?”

“The canopy.”

“Annnd…?”

Sif’s blade digs into the wood, scraping off a long, curling shaving. “And I thought we should talk about Wish Craft.”

“It sounds like you should talk about Wish Craft,” Loop sniffs. “You are the only one who knows the rituals.”

Isabeau gives them a look, but doesn’t argue.

“I don’t think that’s right, though,” Sif mutters. “My wish wasn’t even related. And, I mean… do I know the rituals?”

“You knew the right numbers,” Isa points out. “And the chanting and stuff.”

“Right, but it can’t be that simple. If repeating was all it took, then I’d still have that toilet paper.”

Isabeau stares.

Unexpectedly, Loop stares, too. “Come again?”

“The toilet paper,” Sif says again. “Didn’t you see? In the bathroom on the third floor.”

“I don’t watch you pee, stardust. Gross.”

“Wait,” Isabeau interjects, “I’m sorry, I just… You can do Wish Craft by peeing?”

“Piss Craft,” Sif says, apparently on reflex, and then glares. “I mean, no. Obviously not. Will you just listen?”

Isabeau shuts his mouth obligingly. He’s listening.

* * *

You don’t like that Isabeau is talking to Loop now. You can feel that something’s shifted between them, and you don’t like that, either. But at least Isa still mostly does what you tell him.

“I’m saying I didn’t do Wish Craft,” you explain. “I did the wanting, and the repeating, and it didn’t do anything. I didn’t get what I…”

. . . Wait.

What did you repeat, exactly? It definitely wasn’t “toilet paper, toilet paper, toilet paper.” What were your exact words? You asked it to come with you. No. To loop back with you. And you said—

You said you didn’t want to be alone.

(“S-Sif?” Isa says nervously. “You’re, um. You should probably be careful?”

You follow his gaze toward your hands. You’ve reduced the whole branch to sawdust. You flip your knife shut and brush off your knees in disgust.)

You said you didn’t want to be alone. And you’re not alone anymore, are you? Someone’s looping back with you, but it’s not the blinding toilet paper.

“Oh, Stars,” you mumble. “I did it.”

Loop wheezes. “What, really? Piss Craft?”

“No!! Shut up!! Will you both just shut up and listen? I’m saying that I—” Stars, but it hurts to admit. “It’s— Isa, he’s… It was my fault. I’m the reason he remembers.”

Isabeau’s eyes widen. “Wait, but… are you saying, um. D-Does that mean you wished for me?”

Right. Of course he’d ask that. You squeeze your eyes shut, cringing. “Not… exactly?”

“Toilet paper??????”

“I just wanted something I could hold!!” you say defensively. “I was losing my mind!! I was tired and alone and tired of being alone and I couldn’t make anyone touch me and I was just—so blinding tired of dying that I… yes. Yes. Toilet paper.”

For some reason, Isabeau looks even more confused. “W-Wait, what?”

“I said I wanted something I could hold.”

Loop stops laughing for just long enough to choke out, “Wrong sentence, stardust.”

You frown at them, running over your lines in your mind. It all seems pretty self-explanatory. “What?”

“You—” Isabeau’s face is quickly changing color. “You, um. You… wanted us to touch you?”

Oh. Oh, no.

You can read the rest of ch 13 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53412649/chapters/139473697 Or start from the beginning here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53412649/chapters/135189547

#isat spoilers #in stars and time #isafrin #isat siffrin #isat isabeau #isat loop

[peterparkersnose]

New Part 2

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: STRANGER THINGS S4 SPOILERS sleeping over, mentions of alcohol, tension, i have no clue about anything from dungeons and dragons i am so sorry for trying to describe it

a/n hi this is the long awaited part 2 to my eddie munson fic ‘new’. I am not writing a part 3, sorry guys. Potentially more eddie content coming soon. I really love writing but it is very time consuming and with finals it can be a lot. Thank you guys for 1k followers! that’s crazy. love you all. i love steve so much i am so sad about how y/n treated him in this story

summary Y/N spends the night at Eddie’s house (Sequel to New)

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Part 1

Mike hopped into the back of Eddie’s truck. “Hey Y/N,” he said, greeting you suspiciously. “Didn’t know you knew Ed,” he said, buckling his seatbelt in. “She doesn’t really. Not yet at least,” Eddie said winking at you and backing out of Mike’s driveway. You watched as he grabbed the back of your seat and stretched his neck to look behind him. 

Mike gave you an odd look, noticing the heart eyes you had just shooting for him. You gave him an odd look in response, ignoring him. 

“The fuck did I miss?” he muttered under his breathe. 

You returned to Eddie’s trailer to find the whole game set up. You were nervous. You’ve never heard of this game and didn’t want to seem stupid infront of Eddie. He could sense the nervousness in your eyes and brushed up against your arm. “Don’t worry, I got you.” he whispered, giving you goosebumps. You took a deep breathe and sat at the extra fold chair that was placed next to Eddie. 

He sat down dramatically next to you. He stretched his hands out and cracked his neck. “Ready little shits?” he asked. Robin gave you eyes from across the room. Eddie then opened the card and began reading. 

He would get so excited during the campaign. Maybe it was the extra adrenaline he had in his system because you were there. Eddie was at his height during the game. His storytelling was descriptive, mysterious, and even got Robin engaged. When he would get his way in the game he would turn to you with the brightest smile. He would grab your shoulders in the excitement and give you side hugs as the game went on. During periods where he was loosing, he would brush his leg up against yours. He also would kick at the souls of your shoes, and you would kick his back. Even at some point of the game he had grabbed ahold of your hand for a brief moment. 

It was getting late. You had been sitting here for nearly 5 hours. You only noticed the time when Robin bailed, calling Steve to come get her. 

“Which move do you think I should do?” he whispered to you, getting really close to your face. You looked at the cards, unsure of what any of them meant. You squinted, tapping the one on the left with your finger. “Risky,” Eddie seethed through his teeth. “But could work. Let’s try it.” 

He then revealed the card, making the boys gasp. “You didn’t,” Mike said, covering his mouth. “Gotta roll over a 17 boys,” Eddie said, stretching an arm around your shoulder. “We got this in the bag now. They don’t have what they need to win,” Eddie said smugly, holding your shoulder tight. 

Dustin and Mike looked at eachother and sighed. “Can’t you use the spell?” “The spell isn’t strong enough!” “It might be!” they bickered back and forth. Eddie sat there smiling in all his glory. You yawned, smiling too over the game and subconsciously placed your head on Eddie’s shoulder. 

“We’re gonna roll,” Dustin announced, snatching the die from the table and rolling it. It bounced around and finally revealed a 16. 

“Dammit!” Dustin yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. Mike’s face crumbled into his hands, sighing in defeat. “How did we let such a noob win?” Mike asked, looking at his watch. 

“Shit! My mom’s going to kill me,” he yelled, struggling to throw his belongings back into his bag. “I should be getting home soon too,” Dustin said, following Mike outside. 

“Robin’s probably worried,” you said, leaving Eddie’s side for the first time in hours. You felt cold, like something was missing. “I got you,” he said, walking over to his car and opening the side door for you. “M’lady,” he smiled, taking your hand as you jumped into the van. 

The music was still soft from when he turned it down before. Dustin was dropped off first. He only lived a few minutes from Eddie. Mike’s house was farther down the road, through the wooded area. The trees were mesmerizing. The soft green color calmed you as the rain began to fall. You periodically heard the squeaking of Eddie’s windshield wipers. When Mike left, you didn’t even register it. 

“So, uh, where do you-” Eddie began to ask, but found you asleep next to him. He sighed, looking at you for a moment at a red light. He thought you were so pretty. Eddie was so happy he was able to look in detail, not just in quick glances he was taking in class. The way your eyes fluttered in your sleep. The small freckles on your nose. The tiny scar on your forehead. How your arms folded naturally. The small shallow breaths you took. A car behind him honked, breaking him from his trance. The light had turned green a while ago and he didn’t notice. He avoided all the potholes the best he could and drove extra careful not to bother you. The gravel on the ground in the trailer park made you stir, waking you up enough to become somewhat conscious. 

“Hey,” Eddie said, opening the side door and shaking your shoulder lightly. “C’mon.” 

Dazed, you followed him into the trailer. He struggled to open the doors and get you into his bedroom without waking you. He threw his clothes off his bed and set you down. Almost immediately, you adapted to your surroundings and buried your face into his pillow. 

Eddie sighed, brushing a strand of hair off your face. He covered you up with a blanket and made his way to his couch. 

The next morning Eddie lazily woke up. He had heard his Uncle come home, signaling that it was about 6 am. He wandered into the fridge looking for something to eat when he remembered. 

You were in his bed. 

He dropped the beer he was about to open and rushed to his bedroom. There you were, fast asleep with his blanket in your arms. He internally died a bit there, knowing he hadn’t washed that blanket in a while and it smelt just like him. 

He stood in the doorway unsure of how to wake you. You looked so peaceful. Eddie was running through any ideas in his mind, not noticing you decided to naturally wake up. 

“Hello?” you asked, confused. “Oh, hi, uh good morning.” he responded, turning around and pretending he was doing something other than watching you sleep. “Did I not go home?” you asked, yawning and stretching your arms in the air. “You fell asleep in the car so I didn’t know where to take you,” he said, shuffling through his closet to find another outfit to wear for today. “What time is it?” you asked, sitting now criss cross on his bed watching him. “Little after 6,” “Your up early,” 

“My uncle comes home around now every day. Used to it,” Eddie shrugged, pulling off his shirt over his head. You lost your breathe for a moment. Mindlessly, Eddie pulled on his hellfire shirt and found you gazing. “Like what you see?” he asked, pushing his sleeves up. “You could say that,” you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck. “I-I should get going. I bet Robin’s worried sick.” “Ah, don’t worry. She called, all good.” Eddie said, lacing up his black boots. “I have a question,” you asked. “Shoot,” “Can I shower here really quick? I never get time to in the morning, Robin always hogs the bathroom.” you yawned. 

Eddie was taken back a bit. He didn’t know the state of his bathroom, how possibly musty it was. “It’s not cute but sure, be my guest.” he responded, walking to the hallway closet and throwing you a towel. 

The water stayed cold most of the time. You were a bit thrown back by the dust on some of the shampoo bottles. You ditched those and let the water run over you. You were in a shower. His shower. The shower where he probably showered every day (hopefully). Where he was naked. 

“No,” you whispered to yourself. You took a deep breathe in and focused on the water. The water that runs over his body. 

“God dammit,” you said, pushing those thoughts to the back of your head.

I wonder what he does in here. Oh god, what does he do in here? I can just imagine his rough muscular body with all his tattoos and-

“Shit!” you yelled, banging your head accidentally on the wall. 

“You alright in there?” you heard almost immediately. You shut off the water. 

“I’m fine!” 

You wrapped your hair in the towel, but then remembered he only gave you one. Of course, boy logic. They only use one. You sighed, taking a deep breathe before requesting a shirt from him. Definitely too premature to ask for anything like that, but then again you were in his shower. 

Eddie was shocked by this request. He shuffled through his closet trying to find anything that would possibly fit you and didn’t smell like cigarettes. Shuffling to the back of his closet, he found a plain black hoodie that he hadn’t worn since middle school. He knocked on the door, closing his eyes so intensely shut that he thought he might of popped a nerve. 

“Thanks,” you said. He could feel your damp hand reach for the sweatshirt. 

You found Eddie sitting then on his couch. “I am so sorry,” you apologized, drying your hair with his towel. Eddie was shocked how well the sweatshirt fit on you. He could tell you struggled to put on your skinny jeans on your wet legs. “Don’t be. Looks nice on you, keep it. I never wear it,” he insisted. “I can’t just take your things-” “Seriously Y/N. Haven’t worn it in years.” he assured you, sneaking past you in the kitchen to try to find some food. 

“You hungry?” he asked. “Are you?” you asked back, leaning against his counter. Eddie opened his fridge. “Beer, beer, leftover soda, olives, probably expired milk,” he went on. You chuckled a bit and wandered into his room where your stuff was. 

“Let’s go to Denny’s” you offered, pulling your wallet out of your sweater. You could hear Eddie laugh form the kitchen. “With what money?” he asked, cracking open a beer. You sighed, taking the can out of his hand and putting it back on the counter. “Don’t worry about it. Equal for the sweatshirt.” “Y/N-” “Please,”

Eddie then found out he could never say no to you. 

You raced him to the van, winning. You buckled your seatbelt in before he could even open the door. “Eager today, aren't we?” he asked, putting the keys into the ignition. “I’m hungry. Denny’s has good breakfast,”

“I can’t even remember the last time I had breakfast,” Eddie mumbled. “That- Eddie. You need to eat,” you sighed. “I do eat,” he protested. “Leftover pizza doesn’t count,” “Damn,” Eddie sighed. 

When you entered the restaurant it was packed. Kids from your school, old people, mothers with screaming children. 

“Table for 2,” Eddie said, horrified with the surroundings. “What?” you asked him, following the waitress to your table. 

She sat you at a sticky table right in the middle of the restaurant. “You don’t like it here?” you asked, moving your wet hair behind your shoulder. “It’s not my ideal…environment,” he said, flinching at a kid behind you screaming. “You don’t like kids?” you asked, smiling at his discomfort. “No, not really. Menaces if you ask me.” he said, scowling at the kid next to him. 

The waiter came and took your orders. You glanced at your watch. 6:42. “We still got time,” you assured Eddie. He took your hand from across the table and smiled at you. “Yes?” you asked, tilting your head. “How did you end up here? Such a pretty girl in a bland town,” 

You blushed, feeling what you didn’t with Steve. 

“My parents got divorced. I live at my Aunt and Uncle’s now.” you sighed. “Man, I’m sorry. Sounds rough.” “What about you? How did such a pretty boy end up in a bland town?” you asked, repeating his question. “Well, my mom dumped me here when I was about 3. My uncle’s been with me ever since. Never seen him much though, he’s always working nights at the plant.” Eddie sighed. 

You chuckled a bit. 

“What?” he asked, turning his head and smiling. “We’re both fuck ups,” you laughed, kicking his foot from under the table. “That-” Eddie said, eyes widening. “Is correct.”

“Two insanely attractive fuck ups!” he yelled, a little bit too loud for a restaurant. You giggled, hiding a bit behind the large sweatshirt. 

Your food came and you ate. Eddie ate so quickly it was almost concerning. You ate in almost silence, you could tell it had been a while since the boy has had a full meal. 

“Ready to go?” you asked him, piling the dishes for the waitress. He nodded and grabbed your hand, exiting the Dennys. 

As you left the building, you almost ran smack into someone you knew. Into the someones you knew. Very well. 

“Y/N?” Steve asked, looking at you, then Eddie, then at Robin. “Hey,” you said, knowing his heart was breaking about right now. “Where were you when Robin came home last night?” he asked, now noticing Eddie was holding your hand. “Oh, uh, I fell asleep. Eddie took care of me real nice,” “Is that a new sweatshirt?” Steve asked abruptly. “Steve,” Robin hissed, pulling on his arm. Steve gave Eddie the death stare. It felt so awkward standing in the doorway at Dennys with your best friend fighting with your new special friend. 

“We should get going, I gotta get gas before school and-” Eddie began to say, trying to cut the awkward silence. “Okay, yeah. See you later.” Steve huffed, walking in front of Robin and into the restaurant. 

“I’m sorry,” Robin mouthed, following your friend into the Dennys. 

“The hell is his deal?” Eddie asked, opening the door for you once again. “Long story.” “I’ll listen,” 

You sighed. “Steve likes me. Wasn’t it obvious?” 

Eddie turned on the car and pulled out of the Dennys. “So Harrington likes you?” Eddie asked, reiterating the question. You nodded. You could see his hands tense up on the wheel as he shuffled in his seat. 

The car took a turn squeaking on the breaks. It had began to rain again. 

“You like him back?” he muttered, biting his fingernail on the other hand. “What?” you asked, turning to look at him. “You like Harrington?” he asked, more abruptly. A chuckle rose from in you. “As a friend, yeah. I just don’t feel the special way I feel with-” you began to say, cutting yourself off. 

“Feel with what?” Eddie asked, turning to look at you. You pursed your lips. “Forget it,” you whispered. “Feel with what?” Eddie asked again, louder. “You’ll make fun of me,” you sighed. “Try me,” he said, laughing back at you. You took a deep breathe and tried not to look him in the eye.

“I don’t feel the same way I feel with you for Steve.” 

A wide smile spread across Eddie’s lips. He signaled and pulled into the gas station. The second the car was parked, he ran out of the car. He opened your door and reached over you, unbuckling your seatbelt. 

“Eddie what are you-” you struggled to ask. He grabbed your hand and practically pulled you out of the van. “It’s raining!” you yelled, pulling up the hoodie’s hood with the other free hand. He pulled you into the middle of the almost empty gas station in the pouring rain. 

He gave you the stupidest grin as he got down on one knee. He asked for both of your hands and kissed them. 

“Y/N!” he yelled. “Eddie!” you yelled back. The rain had began to pick up. “Please,” he yelled again. “Please what?”

“Please be my girlfriend,” he yelled, now in the downpouring rain. “Really?” you asked. Eddie chuckled. “Would I be standing in the pouring rain on my knees in a gas station at 7 am if I wasn’t serious?” 

You then reached down and hugged him. His sopping wet hair melted on your warm face. He then sprung up and grabbed your face with his hands. He gently put then around your cheeks. 

“I’m taking that as a yes?” 

You then kissed him, feeling the same spark you felt when you first met him. Your knees became weak as you pulled away. You two were both now sopping wet. 

“Of course it’s a yes, you freak.”

-

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[inkykeiji]

i love you - i know

anonymous said: ik you’re a pretty big star wars (and vader) fan so i’m kinda curious—would touya-nii binge watch the movies with her, and if reader is obsessed with vader like you, how would he react to her thirsting over anakin? i can just picture him getting jealous over a fictional villain and getting all mad and overprotective

character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst

notes: set in my touya-nii au, this is an extremely self-indulgent piece and was written as more of a comfort for myself than anything else but i wanted to share it here since anon prompted it!!! with that being said, this is generally how touya-nii would react to anyone’s favourite character in the most basic sense, so if you’re interested in that, read on!

warnings: no smut but still +18 minors do not interact, stepcest, toxic relationship (possessiveness, jealousy), star wars spoilers (lmao???)

words: 2.1k

synopsis:

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

They’re stupid questions; he knows they’re stupid questions, knows the answer is yes, absolutely, of course you do, yet he can’t help but vocalize them, pathetically vying for that concrete reassurance pouring from your lips and cascading over his skin, encasing him in an indestructible coating of your comforting, unconditional love.  

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”  

—

It’s a special type of torture, watching these films with you, subjected to all your little mewls and moans that you attempt to subdue, to tone down, purely for his sake; all your little whispered wisps of Daddy that manage to slip from your throat every time Vader’s onscreen, so delicate, so precious the endearment merely caresses your lips on its way out.

It’s the most rewarding type of torture, watching these films with you, privy to all of those sweet bubbles of laughter���vaporized happiness that he devours; down his throat and into his lungs and straight to his very soul—that warm him from the inside out, that make it all so fucking worth it.

On the days where nothing seems to be enough, on the days where his kisses can’t quell the glittery tears staining your cheeks and his cuddles can’t calm the shuddery sobs rattling your ribs and his words can’t lull the misery incessantly ricocheting off the walls of your skull, he’s forced to bring out the big guns.

“Where are you going?” you nearly whimper, body involuntarily leaning forward to follow his heat, his comfort, as he leaves the couch and pads towards your impressive blu-ray collection, proudly displayed across the dark wood shelves lining the far wall of your living room.

Touya doesn’t answer, merely casting a glance over his shoulder in your direction, the grimace chiseled into his face melting into something softer, something sweeter when he spots you curled in a cute little ball, chin resting on your folded knees as gleaming eyes watch him in curiosity, your favourite fluffy blanket wrapped tightly around your form.

Revenge of the Sith, that’s the one that holds the most nostalgia. It isn’t your favourite—no, that’s the one with that weird yeti creature at the beginning, the one where Luke gets shoved into that deformed horse or whatever the fuck that thing is before he dies of hypothermia; The Empire Strikes Back, that’s the one—but it holds a special place within your heart, and it’s a foolproof way to crack the trepidation coating your features with a precious little smile, even if only for an hour or two, one filled with childhood memories and the deep seated soothing nostalgia seems to bring with it.

Slender fingers drum against the plastic held in his palms, Hayden Christensen staring up at Touya from the blu-ray case, beautiful and brooding, and Touya swallows a sigh.

He hates this film.

It isn’t the atrocious writing, or the dreadful CGI, or the cardboard acting—though they all do their part, respectively—it’s him.

It’s the way you react to him, with those girlish squeals and gushing whispers, with hearts in your eyes and pure adoration in your voice, instantly engrossed in Anakin Skywalker’s aura any time he’s on the screen.

Touya supposes he can’t blame you, though. Anakin is your favourite character, after all.

Doesn’t mean Touya has to like it.

“Oh, niichan,” you breathe, a wave of watery appreciation rushing to cloud your vision the moment you realize his intentions.

“You’re having a really rough day,” Touya offers as a halfhearted explanation, a shoulder shrugging awkwardly as he looks away from your penetrative gaze, pure love pouring past your lashes, so potent, so powerful he swears he can feel it stretching his lungs with each inhale, surging down his throat and through his veins, his blood and tissue sparked aflame.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he settles back beside you, taking his rough hands between yours and squeezing, teardrops chasing each other down your smooth cheeks.

“No need to thank me,” he says gruffly, even though he appreciates the gesture more than he can verbally express. “And no more crying, yeah?” Calloused thumbs swipe through the steady streams flowing on your face, killing them instantly. “I’m sure Anakin wouldn’t want you crying either, princess.”

And try as he may, he can’t help the way his features pucker as he all but spits the sentence from his mouth, the name putrid on his tongue.

You don’t seem to mind, though, a giggle-infused sniffle catching tenderly in your throat at his reaction, snuggling into his side as a reluctant finger finally presses play.

And then the film begins, the first few notes of that iconic theme song blaring proudly through the speakers, and Touya feels a distinct shift in your spirit—looser, lovelier, muscles relaxing as rosy nostalgia infused with warm comfort weaves thickly through your blood.

Touya stays quiet for the first little while, watching with fleeting, soured disinterest, refraining from commenting his caustic thoughts until Anakin is reunited with his secret wife, Padmé, the camera pushing in on his face, bright blue eyes and perfect smile shimmering against his flawless skin as he gazes at his lover.

“Pretty boy,” Touya grumbles through a scowl, eyes shaded by his tightly knit brows as he glares at the screen.

“You’re a pretty boy, too, niichan,” you nudge his shoulder with your own, a playful little smirk painted across your swollen face.

“Oh, shut up,” he rolls his eyes, unable to suppress the grin fluttering on his lips, bashfulness tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“M’serious!” you sit up a little straighter, sincerity shining in your stare, residual tears still glazing your eyes, old teardrops stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, niichan, I swear,”

A dainty pinky is held upright between your chests, wiggling a little in enticement.

And despite the melancholia still saturating your features—a twitching nose, a hitching chest, a quivering lip—your love for him is still so bright, so genuine, so real that it almost hurts, your sheer devotion raw and uncut and so fucking strong, and he has to look away, burning emotion swelling in his chest and crawling up his throat, mouth watering a little as it sits densely on the back of his tongue.

“Alright, princess, alright,” he’s clearing his throat as a large pinky twines itself around yours and squeezes, sealing the promise. “I believe you.”

Miraculously, he manages to get through the majority of Revenge of the Sith without complaining, save for the occasional unintelligible growl, mumbled out under his breath, his strong arms continuing to tighten around your waist with each soft gasp or muted squeal you emit, pressing you closer and closer to his heart, a silent reminder that he is there, that he is yours, as delicate little fingers curl in the faded material of his hoodie, pulling further and further, a silent reminder that you are his, too.

It isn’t until Padmé confronts Anakin on his decision to join the dark side that Touya truly speaks up, the question, heavy with emotion, scathing his tongue.

“Would you follow me to the dark side?”

“Of course I would,” you answer without hesitance, automatic and instinctual.

“I mean,” Touya begins, rolling the words around on his tongue. “He’s doing it all for her, isn’t he?”

“He is,” you confirm with a nod. “Anakin’s intense, uncontrollable emotions—his love, his hate, his anger, his jealousy—are ultimately his downfall.”

Fidgeting beside you, Touya clears his throat roughly, pricks of heat crawling up the back of his neck.

“Interesting.”

If you notice his discomfort, or the similarities between him and your favourite character, you don’t say anything, silently allowing him to haul you into his lap and cradle you against his chest; a shield of sorts, against the raw vulnerabilities he and Anakin seem to share.  

And yet, it’s…comforting, in a weird, almost inexplicable way, knowing that your favourite character has so many commonalities to Touya himself, knowing that you love him just the same regardless of his deeply flawed nature and unforgivable mistakes.

Watching as Anakin burns is nearly unbearable, the crackling of flames and melting of skin conjuring painful memories to the forefront of Touya’s mind—the sight of bright oranges and the smell of burnt flesh and the taste of ashy air overwhelming his senses—and he has to look away, jaw flexing with a thick swallow.

Burnt to a crisp and left to die by someone they loved, yet another similarity between him and your favourite.

At last, the torture of Hayden Christensen ends, the large man decked out head to toe in Vader’s extravagant suit as he steps off the steel operating table, rickety and tottering like Frankenstein’s monster as he hollers that ridiculously long, overly dramatic and extremely cliche Nooo! at news of Padmé’s death.

The crushing in his chest alleviates with the removal of the disk, Touya drawing in a few slow, steady breaths as he swaps one Star Wars film for another. It isn’t fully eradicated, a sort of bruising weight of clawed green envy still gnawing on his ribs and swiping at his heart, but he feels he can breathe a little easier now; the hardest and heaviest part is over, and he no longer has to look at Hayden’s Abercrombie & Fitch model face anymore.

It isn’t until halfway through Rogue One that Touya speaks again, low voice swiftly following your excited cheers of seeing Vader on the screen for the first time in the film.

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

They’re stupid questions; he knows they’re stupid questions, knows the answer is yes, absolutely, of course you do, yet he can’t help but vocalize them, pathetically vying for that concrete reassurance pouring from your lips and cascading over his skin, encasing him in an indestructible coating of your comforting, unconditional love.  

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”  

Despite the nonchalance embedded in your tone, he can see the concern clear as day in your eyes, and he’s grateful that you don’t push, allowing him that space to find his reassurance without making a big deal out of it, without humiliating him or patronizing him further.

He nods in response, burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply, head nodding again as he nuzzles into you.  

It’s a special type of torture, watching these films with you, subjected to all your little mewls and moans that you attempt to subdue, to tone down, purely for his sake; all your little whispered wisps of Daddy that manage to slip from your throat every time Vader’s onscreen, so delicate, so precious the endearment merely caresses your lips on its way out.

It’s the most rewarding type of torture, watching these films with you, privy to all of those sweet bubbles of laughter—vaporized happiness that he devours; down his throat and into his lungs and straight to his very soul—that warm him from the inside out, that make it all so fucking worth it.

It’s incredible how even after all these years, your reaction still hasn’t dulled in the slightest, bright smiles and breezy giggles conjured up the minute your favourite character appears.

It’s incredible to hear notes of elation and amusement seeping from his baby’s lips after a day full of sobs and sniffles, to see those sparks of mirth in your eyes—flares that have dried up, dried out, all of the sadness and tears—even if you both know it’s fleeting escapism at best, a few hours of bliss conjured up by a sugared sentimentality.

Because even if it’s only for a few transient moments, it’s all so worth it, suffering through all of your fawning and fussing over this character, continually shoving down those jealous and possessive notions desperate to make it past his lips, remarks that grate this throat with every thrust back, sharp and covered in thorns. It’s all so fucking worth it if it makes you feel better—if Touya can make you feel better, wielding nostalgia as his weapon—irregardless of how long the effects last.  

Eventually, though, it all becomes a bit too much for him.

Shuffling your body on his thighs roughly a quarter through the fourth Star Wars film you’ve put on, Touya turns you away from the television, physically forcing your attention to him as he rearranges you to straddle his hips.

“I think you’ve been staring at him for long enough, don’t you?” he mutters, head dropping to scatter a few well-placed kisses along your neck, front teeth nipping a little at the sensitive skin. “Niichan is feeling a little left out,”  

His voice is heavy with an exaggerated pout, words filtered through a jutted bottom lip. And although his tone is playful and teasing, you can see it, that little glimmer of truth, of insecurity, of jealousy shining bright in his sapphire eyes.

“You’re cute, niichan,” you murmur softly, a thumb gently caressing his protruding lip. His tongue catches it easily, sucking the appendage into the heat of his mouth.

“Cute, huh?” he speaks around the finger held between his teeth, an eyebrow raising in challenge.

A warm, wet tongue curls around your thumb, swallowing it further into his mouth before he lets go of it with a pop, teeth scraping against your flesh as the digit is pulled from his lips. A smirk carves itself into his face at your eager nodding, cute little uh-huhs spilling from your throat, Touya huffing out an airy little chuckle in response.

Sapphire glitters in the waning rays, weak beams of sunlight bathing the room in pale gold, eyes seeming to darken with the rapidly setting sun.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you cute, princess.”

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi fluff #todoroki touya fluff #todoroki touya x reader #i rly enjoyed writing this waaaaaaah #tw stepcest

[the-insouciant-scientist]

@fallenlondonficswap @house-of-mirrors

For the general swap! You said you'd like to read about Irem, and my brain just went... a little nuts with this concept. Hopes this makes sense, and uh. Sorry in advance about the tenses.

Will You Greet The Daylight Looming

Unnamed zee captain character, General Rating, 732 words. Slight spoilers for Irem.

You will arrive at Irem. You will always arrive at Irem. You will leap from your ship onto her shores and you will reach out both hands and you will be welcomed like a stranger, like a friend, like a lost part of a whole. Your crew will not come with you, not here, you will assume. 

You were given a heavy robe and lead along gold-garlanded paths and you watched as people parted before you like the sea, like the zee, like reeds. Some of them whispered to themselves as you walked past. The silk veil you wore fluttered in the faint breeze.

A young man stands before you. He has something to say. You nod, and he speaks.

 “ What is time but string and Fate, 

     A key-to-heart, a broken crate, 

 Pandora’s Box has caused such grief,

   But time heals all and brings relief.       

        So what is it we can’t abide

That causes us to run and hide?

 Clocks will turn and things will change,

Does that make your soul feel strange? “

You will have stepped back, clutched at your robe, and turned away. When you will have looked back, he will have left. His words will be ringing in your ears.

Hands have been guiding yours, gloves smooth against yours. They have been soothing you to the best of their abilities. You have wiped a tear away from a shrouded eye, and you have been walking. You did not know how long you have been walking for.

The people of Irem will have spoken in riddles. They will always have done this, and you will always have known this about them, even before you disembarked. You will not have expected this riddle to cut you to the bone like it has.

You found your future in a tapestry. You weave your future yourself. You will discover your future.

Why did this hurt so much?

The warp and weft have shown you a warmth you had forgotten. Beams of sunlight have kissed your skin and you have squinted, up into the light. Up into the law. You have instinctively flinched, because you have died many times over, and light has no mercy. It had something to say. You have closed your curtains and covered your ears and huddled on the floor.

“COME BACK.” It will demand. You will shake your head. You will feel like a child being scolded.

“THINGS CAN NEVER RETURN TO THE WAY THEY ARE.” It said. You pulled your veil down further, buried your face in the lace. Was this a Judgement speaking, or just your own psyche? 

“I want them back.” You tell it. Your voice is small, and cracks when you speak. You do not know if it can hear you. You do not care.

“MY LIGHT WILL NOT ABIDE IT.” It will have stated. You will have clenched a fist and stood, robes heavy on your shoulders.

“Then I will not abide your light.”

You had broken your shuttle, cracked it down the middle. Your weaving had been ruined. You had a bitter smile on your lips. Your crew had found you, even though you had told them to remain on the ship. You had been crying. 

You will leave Irem. You will stride alongside your crew, your family, back to your ship. You will leave this city of roses and serpents and go home. 

—

A knock sounds at the door to your cabin. You wince, because you have a massive migraine from Irem’s whole past-present-future tense thing. Your first officer comes in with tea, and you could nearly forgive her for that alone.

“Sorry for barging in, Cap’n. Just wanted to check on you after… All that.” She says. You don’t say anything. You don’t need to.

“...What did you see?” She asks, softly. 

“The Sun,” You reply. You hear her breathe in sharply. “I saw sunlight.”

“Were they… I mean…”

You close your eyes. Your veil shifts against your cheeks. “They couldn’t be. Light is Law.”

“What are you going to do, then?”

“Whatever it takes.” You say simply. Your first officer gives you a long, sideways look, before going back to her tea.

“Never much minded the dark myself, you know. Eh, Captain?” she says, elbowing you gently.

You rub your thumb across their compass, where it hangs around your neck. Pointing you home. Pointing you back to them.

You smile.

#fallen london fic swap #fic #the scientist scribbles #irem #house-of-mirrors #sat down like 'ooh i wonder how writing about irem will be' and then blacked out and came to 700 words later #a copy of your bazaarine tale

[intheticklecloset]

Dr. Stone Coffee Shots #51-60

A collection of the Dr. Stone Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are SenGen. This collection contains drabbles with manga spoilers! They are #58-59.

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51) Lee Senku, Ler Taiju

Taiju watched – fascinated but completely lost – as Senku plopped something into a beaker of some scientific liquid or another and waited with bated breath for any kind of reaction.

He didn’t have to wait long. The liquid began to bubble furiously like a can of soda that had been shaken before being opened, and both men stepped back as it spilled up and over the rim, dripping across the table and onto the ground below. After a few seconds everything was still again, and Taiju looked at his old friend.

Senku looked completely and utterly dumbfounded. It was the most hilarious thing Taiju had ever seen.

“Are you seriously laughing right now?” Senku asked, turning to face him, blinking back into his serious scientist mode.

“Your face!” Taiju cried, nearly doubling over. “You looked so funny! Weren’t expecting that reaction, huh, Senku?”

“It took me by surprise, sure.” The scientist couldn’t help but chuckle as well, shaking his head as he searched for something to clean up the mess he’d made. “You’re far too easily amused, you big oaf.”

“I haven’t seen that expression in over three thousand years. Can you blame me?”

“I suppose not.”

Taiju watched as his friend set to work cleaning up, the thought of offering to help the last thing on his mind as the gears in his brain began shifting in a different direction. “There’s something else I haven’t seen in three thousand years.”

“There’s plenty you haven’t seen in that ti-HIME!!” Senku dropped his rag and shot his arms down to his sides as he was lifted into the air, giggles spilling out of him uncontrollably. “T-Tahahahaiju?!”

“Haven’t tickled you in forever, Senku,” the brunette said with a grin in his voice, digging his fingers into the scientist’s weakest spot with ease. “Still sensitive, huh?”

“Gahahahaha! Stop thahahahahahat, you bihihihihig oaf! Lehehehet me go!” Senku kicked and squirmed, but against someone as strong as Taiju, he knew it was useless. “I gehehehehet enough of thihihihis from GEHEHEHEHEHEN!! GAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Taiju easily wrestled him down to the ground and pinned him there, tickling wildly, beaming at his friend’s huge smile and flushed cheeks. It reminded him of the first time he’d tickled Senku when they were kids. The man looked so carefree this way.

“Yeah, you and that mentalist guy seem to be pretty close, huh?” he teased.

“W-WHAHAHAHAHAT?! QUIHIHIHIHIT IT ALREADY!!”

Taiju winked playfully. “Is there something you feel like telling me?~”

“TAHAHAHAHAHAIJU…!!”

*

52) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Oi, mentalist,” Senku grumbled, jamming his elbow into his boyfriend’s stomach, “back up. I’m trying to work.”

Gen pouted, flopping right back into position behind the scientist, putting nearly all his weight on his back, chin propped on his shoulder. “But touch is my love language! And I’m tired, Senku-chan.”

Senku refused to acknowledge that he was blushing. He pushed back again. “The sun’s going down earlier every day, and I’ve got to get this done before it snows. Let me work.”

Gen let out a sad little whine, snuggling into his back even more. “Can’t I just sleep by you while you work?”

That blushing had turned into a furnace burning his cheeks. Senku had to clear his throat before speaking again. “You can sleep by me, yes, but not on me. You’re heavy.”

“Rude!”

“Not like that, you dork,” the scientist finally cracked a smile and glanced at him over his shoulder. “But you’ll hurt me if you put all your weight on me like that. You don’t want to hurt me, right?”

Gen kissed the back of his neck. A long, lingering kiss that made Senku’s heart explode into a million butterflies. “Never, Senku-chan.”

Senku shakily set down his pencil and murmured, “You’re not playing fair.”

“Who, me?~”

“Don’t make me retaliate, mentalist. I’ll do it.”

“Ooh, so scary~”

Senku took a breath, then whirled around and pushed Gen to the cool grass, fingers finding purchase in his sides and wiggling playfully.

Gen squealed and grabbed onto Senku’s sleeves, giggling and looking up at him with uncontained happiness.

“This is exactly what you wanted, wasn’t it, you insane little magician?” Senku snorted, but he couldn’t bring himself to be frustrated with his boyfriend smiling so hugely at him like that.

“Mahahahahaybe~”

“How are you still so cocky when you’re giggling like a little girl?”

“I am nohohohohohot!”

“Not what?”

“Gihihihihiggling like a gihihihihirl! I’m a full-grown mahahahahahahan!”

Senku actually stopped tickling briefly to laugh at that, the whole situation amusing him more than he realized. When he recovered, he took Gen’s hands in his and laced their fingers together, pinning them down as he kissed his lips softly. “Goofball.”

“Senku-chan,” Gen returned, flashing his best seductive smile. “Won’t you come to bed with me?”

“The sun hasn’t set yet. I’m quite literally burning daylight here.”

Gen quirked a teasing brow.

Senku blushed, then went back to tickling him again, enjoying the stream of bright, bubbly giggles he pulled from his partner. “Quit trying to distract me.”

“Nehehehehehehever!”

“Infuriating,” Senku growled playfully, digging a little harder and faster, heart swelling with every laugh he got from his mentalist. “You’re infuriating, Gen.”

He added to himself: But god, I love you for it.

*

53) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“Is this your card?” Gen asked grandly, flashing a King of Hearts at Senku, who glanced up at him boredly before going back to his paper.

“Of course it is, just like the last five times you made me pick one.”

“Why, Senku, you don’t sound impressed with my magic skills,” the mentalist chuckled, finally putting his deck away. He propped his elbows on the table and leaned over his paper from the other side. “One might begin to think you don’t believe in magic.”

Senku gave him a longer, harder look. “Really, mentalist? I’m a man of science. Of course I don’t believe in the kind of ‘magic’ you indulge yourself in.”

“What kind of magic do you believe in, then?”

“The kind science and the natural order create.”

Gen rolled his eyes lovingly, sauntering around the table in a manner that Senku knew was supposed to be seductive, but he was too determined to finish this report to care. “Do you believe in the magic of love?”

Senku nearly gagged at the sentiment. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I believe in it.” Gen wrapped him up in a hug from behind, kissing his neck, making him shiver. “The magic of love is so strong, it can even turn a grumpy butt into the happiest man in the room!”

Senku spasmed in his seat, dropping his pen in a frantic attempt to use both hands to push Gen away, but his boyfriend was having none of it. “Mehehehentalist, no! Nohohohohoho! I’m wohohohorking!”

“Yes, and you’re not paying any attention to me,” Gen whined, gently curling his fingers into the scientist’s sides, drawing hysterical giggles from him that he thought were so cute his heart might explode. He kissed his neck again, enjoying the squeal Senku let out at the gesture.

“Ahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohohop it, mehehehehentalist! I’m serious – aieeeee!” Senku tried writhing away, but Gen held him tighter, suddenly more playfully aggressive than before. He trapped and tickled his stubborn boyfriend while kissing up and down his sensitive neck, nipping occasionally just to watch the love of his life blush a furious scarlet red. “GEHEHEHEHEN YOU INSAHAHANE MENTALIST, LEHEHEHEHET ME GO!!”

“Aw, are you a little ticklish, Senku~?” Gen teased, grinning wickedly, enjoying the spectacle of his partner falling to pieces at his touch. “Do you believe in the magic of love now?”

Senku pounded the table with his fist when Gen hit a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves, making him screech helplessly. “FINE, YEHEHEHEHES, OKAY, I BELIEHEHEHEHEHEVE!! GEN, YOU MOHOHOHONSTER, LEHEHEHET ME—MMPH!!”

Gen did stop tickling, but he made up for it by kissing Senku so passionately the scientist was inspired to create a whole new constellation chart based on the stars he saw in this moment. When his boyfriend pulled away, both of them were a little lightheaded.

Senku swiveled in his seat so his back was against the counter and grabbed Gen by the waist, pulling him in closer. “Come here, you.”

Gen blushed and fanned himself playfully. “Oh, my, did I start something exciting?”

Senku flashed him a wicked smirk and buried his face in his stomach, blowing the loudest raspberry he could manage, grinning when Gen squealed with giggles and pushed at his shoulders, squirming in his hold.

“You always do, my dearest Gen.”

*

54) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

Senku had been looking for Gen for far too long.

Sometimes the mentalist would wander off during the day to recharge; doing a lot of physical labor wasn’t his thing, so when he needed a break for real he’d disappear for an hour or so and come back ready to keep going. But it had been over four hours since anyone had seen him, and the scientist was beginning to worry.

“Well, if I’m going into the woods to look for him, I’m going to take a bag with me,” Senku murmured to himself as he stepped into his workshop. “Never know what I might find useful…”

He paused. He stared.

It was Gen. Lying in his workshop. Not. Moving.

“Mentalist?” he asked hesitantly, taking another few steps forward. Then he felt his heart stutter to a brief stop when he saw a smear of red in his hair trailing down his cheek. He flew to his side. “Gen!”

Just as he was leaning in to inspect the ‘wound,’ Gen whirled around to face him and cried, “Trick or treat!”

“GAH!!” Senku yelped, falling back, clutching his chest.

Gen giggled and propped himself up on his elbows. “Got you good, didn’t I, Senku-chan? Don’t worry.” He swiped some of the red from his cheek and licked it off his finger. “It’s just raspberries.”

Senku took a moment to recover himself, both relieved and angry. “You scared me to death, Gen! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry, my love,” the older man replied sweetly, tilting his chin up in a beckoning kind of way. “Why don’t you come over here and let me make it up to you?~”

“Raspberries…” Senku murmured. “You like raspberries, do you?”

“Um…yeah, I guess so,” Gen replied, clearly confused. “It was mostly just for the prank—AH!!”

Senku flew towards him, pinning him down before he could get up any further, grasping his wrists and blowing a raspberry into his belly.

“AIEE!! Nohohohohoho! Dohohohon’t – why ahahahare you?! – SEHEHEHEHENKU!!” Gen squealed, surprised laughter bubbling out of him as he struggled against his lover uselessly. “Ahahahaha plehehehehease!”

“Those raspberries seem to have made a mess,” Senku growled in that special way that always made Gen’s heart beat a million times faster. He watched as the scientist straddled his waist, pinning his arms down with his knees this time, leaning in so his face was inches away. “Let me help you clean up, my love.”

“Ah! N-No! Gahahahahaha! Nohohohohot the ears! Plehehehehease, Senku-chahahahan!” Gen squealed, giggles turning completely hysterical as Senku began playfully nipping and licking at his ear to clear away the raspberry residue. “I’m sohohohohorry for scahahaharing you! I swear! Plehehehease!”

“Sorry isn’t enough,” Senku replied, biting him gently when he was done, making Gen gasp in surprise. He then moved to his neck and continued the tickly, licking kisses, and the mentalist tipped his head back and exploded into high-pitched giggles once more. “I’m going to make sure you never do it again~”

*

55) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Senku was in the midst of explaining how to do something to Chrome, Tsukasa, and Ryusui when arms wrapped around him from behind and someone’s chin rested on his shoulder. Used to Gen’s antics by this point in their relationship, the scientist paused just long enough to turn his head and kiss his partner’s cheek before continuing on, undeterred.

Gen understood the silent message – not now, this is important – and hummed, snuggling closer, content to just hold his beloved and be still for the moment.

After a few minutes the others got the gist of what needed to be done and dispersed to do it, and Senku reached back to run his fingers through Gen’s hair. “What do you need?”

“Wanna kiss you,” Gen murmured, pressing his lips to the other man’s neck softly.

Senku tensed, then let out a resigned breath. “Very well. But only because we’re alone.”

Gen knew what he meant. Senku didn’t mind normal kissing in public as much as he did the secret, tickly kind that the mentalist was dying to do. Grinning, he brushed his lips over his neck again, then again, then again. The pace was slow, steady, and tender, but Senku fidgeted and giggled all the same, a dark blush creeping across his cheeks to his ears – a clear sign he loved what was happening but was too proud to admit it.

It didn’t matter. Gen knew him too well by now.

When the mentalist began tracing the shell of one ear in tandem with his kisses, Senku finally began to squirm in earnest.

“Nohohohohot both,” he begged, flattening a palm against his mouth to muffle his snickers. “Gehehehehehen!”

“Straight to my name, eh? No ‘mentalist’ this time?” Gen teased, twirling him around so they were face-to-face, peppering kisses along his partner’s cheeks, jaw, throat, lips.

Senku squeaked and giggled and tried pushing lightly at Gen’s chest, but there was no force behind it and they both knew it.

Then Gen noticed Kohaku coming up the hill toward them, and he reluctantly relented, finishing off his assault with one final, lingering kiss. “We’ll continue this later, my love.”

Senku noticed her too, and he nodded, clearly torn between his love for science and his love for the mentalist. He gave Gen a smoldering smile and murmured, “I look forward to it.”

*

56) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“When no one knows where Senku is, I can always find him looking at the moon~”

Senku glanced behind him and smiled as Gen approached his secret getaway spot – a spot the scientist had only shared with his mentalist. The only other person he could trust not to ruin his quality time away from the village.

Gen settled himself beside his partner and nudged him playfully. “Weren’t you out here a couple of nights ago for the full moon?”

“I was,” Senku conceded, looking back up at the white orb in the sky that was waning now – sitting at three quarters full.

“Tired of all the commotion with building the ship?”

Senku was quiet for a long moment, but he shook his head slightly. “I just really love the moon.”

Gen’s heart swelled. His scientist worked so hard, leading their growing number of friends on this great journey to restore humanity. He deserved time off, sure, but more than that, he deserved to bask in the simple joy of something he loved so much. Something, Gen knew, that had been Senku’s life dream from a very young age.

I’m going to the moon!

Gen wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in close, brushing his lips along his earlobe. “You’re adorable.”

On a darker night, the mentalist might have missed the blush that coated his partner’s cheeks, but with the moon this bright, there was no chance of escaping his notice.

Senku shivered, lips quirking upward when Gen continued to place chaste kisses along his ear and the point where it met his neck. “Mentalist.”

“Not rough,” Gen promised, kissing again. “Just gentle ones. Just a few.”

“Fine.” Senku smiled and shuddered and squirmed the tiniest bit as his partner showered him with affectionate kisses along his sensitive spots, but true to his word, he didn’t do anything more than that, for which the scientist was grateful. Much as he loved messing around, some days he just didn’t want anything more than gentle teasing.

Gen’s kisses finally descended to the point where his neck met his shoulder, and Senku tipped his head back with a contented sigh that – any other night – he’d have held in as best he could. But here, now, under the beautiful glow of the moon with his love beside him, he couldn’t hide how happy he was.

“Good?” Gen asked in a near whisper, kissing him there again.

Senku hummed his confirmation and leaned back in invitation. “Good.”

*

57) Lee Ukyo, Ler Chrome

In the old world, Ukyo had seen images and commercials of people running through wheat fields. They were always so happy. They looked so alive, like they had their whole futures ahead of them, and they were just loving life.

It never occurred to him that they might be smiling because wheat tickled.

“Nohohohohoho!” he whined, squirming helplessly on the ground beneath Chrome, who had him straddled and was tickling his ears with a piece of wheat. Why wouldn’t it just fall apart already?! They were so delicate!

Chrome beamed at him. “You’re crazy ticklish, Ukyo! You’re easily the most ticklish person I’ve ever known.”

“You sahahahahay that all the tihihihihihime!”

“Because it’s true all the time!”

“Plehehehehehease – eeeek!” Ukyo tried and failed to scrunch up his shoulders; it was impossible when Chrome was sitting on his arms, pinning his hands to his sides. “Please stahahahahap, this is tohohohohohorture!”

Oh, that wicked gleam in the younger man’s eyes definitely meant bad news.

“Torture, huh?”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

“In that case, what if I made a demand? If I torture you enough, will you give in?”

Ukyo’s heart rate spiked. He knew Chrome was just being playful and he’d stop if he really needed to, but…

“Whahahahahat demahahahahand? We’re suppohohohohosed to be wohohohohorking!”

Chrome grinned, trailing the wheat strand along his neck now. “What if I demanded that you help me pull a prank on Gen?”

“B-Buhuhuhuhut Gen wohohohohould retahahahahaliate – eheheheheheeeeek!”

“I’ll retaliate first if you don’t agree to help me~” Chrome cooed, deciding now was a good time to add his fingers to the mix, vibrating into Ukyo’s upper ribs. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Just a little, harmless prank for Halloween~”

Ukyo shrieked with laughter at the added tickling, digging his heels into the ground as he cackled, “OKAHAHAHAY, FIHIHIHIHINE!! I’LL HEHEHEHEHELP YOU!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, CHROME!!”

Yes, Gen would retaliate if they played a prank on him. He might even tickle them both for revenge, since he’d taken to doing that to everyone more and more upon learning how ticklish Senku was. But if it meant getting back to the harvest and out of this wheat field sooner, then so be it.

He’d just try to prepare himself in the meantime.

*

58) Lee Sai, Ler Gen

It had been thousands of years since Sai watched the leaves change colors.

He stood looking out over the postmodern world, taking in the reds and oranges and yellows and browns of the autumn season in India, reveling in the peaceful silence of it all.

“Saiiiii!”

And the silence was over.

Sai sighed and turned around, not surprised to see Gen trudging up the hill to join him, beaming from ear to ear.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” the mentalist said, glancing out at the view Sai had just been taking in. “Ooh, it’s beautiful up here. I see why you come here.”

“What do you want?” Sai asked, trying not to sound impatient. He knew it wasn’t this poor man’s fault that his brother was being so insistent about joining them on their voyage around the world, but it was no less irritating that he kept sending others to try and recruit him on his behalf.

Gen tilted his head innocently. “Why, to make sure you’re all right, of course.”

Sai blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been missing for a while, and we were beginning to worry. I know dear Ryusui can be a bit…much,” the mentalist hedged, “but his intentions are pure, I promise.”

“Don’t bring my brother into this. I’ve had enough of his meddling already.”

Sai turned his back on him and took a few steps in the opposite direction, trying to indicate without words that he didn’t want company.

Gen was, of course, undeterred. “It’s probably been a while since you’ve seen the leaves changing colors.”

“Yeah,” Sai admitted. “It’s beautiful here.”

The mentalist sidled up to him and playfully poked his side. “Is that why you chose to run away here? Because of the pretty colors? Oh?” He poked him again, grinning when he got a wobbly smile for his effort. “Someone’s sensitive.”

“Shush,” Sai muttered, then let out a high-pitched giggle and jerked away when Gen tried digging into his side. “Hehehey!”

“Are your sides your worst spot? That would mean you’re like Senku~”

Sai found his opportunity and leapt on it. “Are you and that guy together? It’s cool if you are – you’re just pretty obvihihihious! Hehehehehey!”

“Why, Sai, since when are you interested in my love life?” Gen teased, grasping his ribs and tickling gently. “I’m flattered that you noticed! Senku is quite handsome, isn’t he?”

“N-No cohohohohomment! Wohohohohould you stohohohohop?!” Sai giggled, unable to help himself. “Whahahahat the hehehehehell? Is thihihihihis how you convihihihihince peheheheheople to join your cahahahahause?!”

Gen giggled himself, keeping up masterfully with Sai’s squirming. “No, but if it makes you happy, I’m not opposed to continuing~”

Sai sputtered and protested, though he was surprised to find himself in much better spirits all of a sudden. “Nohohohohoho!”

“No?” Gen stopped, deciding it was enough for now, and winked playfully. “Well, since you’re so interested in our romantic lives, what if I told you Ryusui has been showing an interest in a certain someone lately?”

Sai’s brother had a crush? “Who?” he asked, unable to help his interest. And just like that, he fell into the mentalist’s trap.

He was on their ship and joining their voyage within the week.

*

59) Lee Xeno, Ler Stanley

“I’m happy to play the villain,” Xeno murmured, gazing out the window somberly, hands in his pockets. “It must be done.”

Stanley didn’t say a word at first. He merely puffed out a long plume of cigarette smoke, standing quietly by his partner’s side. A long beat of silence passed.

Then he struck.

“Ah! Ahahahaha, whahahat – Stan—!” Xeno yelped, wrestling his hands out of his pockets to grab onto the sniper’s wrists, trying to pry him away from his hips and what he assumed – correctly – was the beginning of a tickle attack. To his surprise, however, Stan used that sudden leverage to heft him up off the floor and carry him the short walk to his makeshift bed, plopping him down onto it before promptly digging his fingers into the insides of the scientist’s thighs.

Xeno absolutely screamed. “GAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAN, CUHUHUHUHUT IT OUT!!”

“Are you happy?” Stan finally asked in his quiet, serious tone, the hint of a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Somehow he’d managed to keep his cigarette in his mouth the whole time and now used one hand to hold it between his fingers and blow out more smoke, the other still digging relentlessly into Xeno’s hyper-ticklish spot.

Xeno barely processed the words for how hard he was laughing all of a sudden, but he managed to latch onto them eventually and cried, “YEHEHEHEHES, YES!! I AM!! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR I’M OKAHAHAHAHAY, STAN!!”

Stan clamped the stick between his teeth and went back to using both hands to tickle. “Are you?”

“GOHOHOHOHOD, YEHEHEHEHEHES!! I SWEAR!! STAHAHAHAHAN, PLEHEHEASE STOP!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THERE!! YOU KNOHOHOHOHOW I CAHAHAHAN’T—!!”

Just as suddenly, Stan stopped his attack and leaned down so he was hovering just above Xeno’s wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“…can’t take it…” Xeno mumbled out the rest of his plea, heart hammering both from the spontaneous tickle attack and now the closeness of his longtime friend and partner. “I promise you I’m fine. This needs to be done, and I’m happy to do it. For the sake of the world.”

Stan pulled the cigarette from his mouth, snuffed it out, and tossed it onto the floor. He’d get it later. “And that Japanese kid you mentored back in the day? You’re not concerned about him?”

Xeno smiled up at him, grabbing the front of his shirt and tugging him closer, running one of his steel claws against Stan’s opposite cheek gently. “Why would I be, when I have you around?”

Stanley hummed his agreement, then closed the distance and kissed him.

…and then he went back to tickling Xeno, just because it was fun to catch him off-guard and hear him laugh freely.

*

60) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“Come on, Senku, I wanna see!” Gen whined from the other side of their bedroom door, jiggling the locked handle uselessly. “It can’t be any worse than mine. We agreed to do this today, remember?”

“I am not coming out there looking like this. It’s demeaning,” came Senku’s blunt reply.

“But we’re not going out, so no one will see us. That was the whole point! And you know I don’t care what you’re wearing~”

“Mentalist.”

“Pleeeeease?” Gen really laid it on thick with the whining, but he truly did want to see what Senku’s ugly Christmas sweater of choice was.

There was a long moment of silence. Then the door unlocked, and a moment later it swung open in a rush, as though Senku wanted to just rip the Band-Aid off.

Gen took in his sweater and beamed. It had an obnoxiously large llama on it, but the thing that got him was the fact that it was holding two scientific-looking beakers with green and red liquid in it, and the llama itself was wearing a Santa hat. It was horrendous, in an adorable kind of way.

Senku finally pried his eyes open, took one look at Gen’s sweater, and cringed. “Ugh, that’s awful, mentalist! You ten billion percent win.”

Gen’s sweater was black, but it boasted red sleeves with candy cane striping and a Christmas tree in the middle with lights that actually blinked annoyingly and – at the quick press of a button sewn inside – played an awful tinny jingle to the tune of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.”

The mentalist giggled, stepping forward to wrap his arms around Senku. “Yeah, mine is pretty bad. Yours is just adorable, and so…you.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome.” Gen beamed and kissed his neck, hugging him tighter when his boyfriend instinctively tried to wriggle away. “Thank you for showing me~”

“M-Mentalist,” Senku huffed out a giggle, then shrieked out a laugh and clamped his arms down when his sides were squeezed next. “Ehehehehehehe! Hehehehehey, whahahahahahat are you—?!”

“You’re so cute I just want to squeeze you,” Gen giggled into his ear, gradually pushing him back until Senku’s knees found the mattress of their shared bed and he was forced to sit and eventually get pushed down onto it, Gen’s hands slipping under his ugly Christmas sweater to tickle his bare skin.

Senku yelped and laughed, but didn’t try to fight him off. “Why ahahahahahare you tihihihihickling mehehehehe?!”

“Because I want to! And…” Gen kissed him. “Because I’m probably never going to get to tickle you in an ugly Christmas sweater ever again after this~”

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