#MY FRIEND AND I NOTICED THIS AS WE WERE WATCHING AHA

[7ndipity]

“Nerd”

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: After Yoongi encourages you to go out shopping with his friends as a way of getting to know Seoul, he's surprised to find out what a bookworm you are. (I suck at summaries, lol sorry)

Warnings: swearing,

A/N: Thanks to @vicky-chaos for this request! Tbh, I’m the exact same way as you described yourself, I have more books than I have shelf space for, lol!

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“Are you sure you won’t miss me too much?” You asked Yoongi as you pulled on your coat.

“It’s only a few hours, I think I’ll be able to manage.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Go have fun.”

“And you better make sure they get back in one piece.” He warned jokingly, turning to Hobi and Jimin, who’d been watching your whole exchange with amused grins.

“We will, don’t worry.” Hobi promised.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna know what angry Meow Meow looks like.” Jimin sniggered, ducking out the door before Yoongi could swat him, using the nickname for your boyfriend that he’d happened to overhear as they’d arrived eariler.

“Bye.” You said, giving him a quick peck.

“Bye, be safe.” He replied, waving as you and Hobi filed out the door.

It was strange, in a way, after having spent over a year doing the whole ‘long distance’ thing with you(or as he liked to refer to it, “fucking torture”), a couple hours apart while you went shopping with Hobi and Jimin should seem like nothing, but he couldn’t help noticing himself growing a bit antsy for your return as the afternoon passed.

He was still getting used to the fact that you were actually here in Seoul with him, that it wasn’t just a dream when he woke up every morning with you there next to him. Watching you not only settle in, but thrive in his city and with his circle of friends had almost made him fall in love with you all over again.

It was just beginning to grow dark outside when he heard the front door open.

“We’re back.” You called.

He rounded the corner to see Hobi helping you drag several heavy looking shopping bags through the door.

“Where’s Jimin?” Yoongi asked.

“Asleep in the car, Y/n tired him out. I think they could out-shop me.” Hobi chuckled, making you duck your head as you flushed, mumbling out an embarrassed “Shut up.”.

Yoongi grinned, happy to see you and his friend getting along. “Did you at least have fun?” He asked you.

“I did, I found lots of nice things.“ You said as you crouched to greet Holly, who’d been circling your feet excitedly. “What about you Hobi?”

“Yeah, it was a very educational trip.” He said with a grin. ”Are we still on for lunch on Sunday?”

“Definitely.” You nodded.

“I’ll see you then, bye!” He said, giving you and Yoongi a nod before ducking back out the door.

“Bye!”

“See you, Hoba.” Yoongi called, dragging you against him as soon as Hoseok was out of sight.

“I need a kiss.” He said seriously.

“Aha! So you did miss me?” Your face lit up as you grinned at him smugly.

“More than you know.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to yours before you could tease him further, relishing the contented sigh he felt you release at the contact. He loved knowing you were as gone for him as he was for you.

“Now, wanna show me what you got?” He asked, drawing back to look at you.

“Okay!” You nodded, grabbing a few of the bags, before heading for the living room to have more space to unpack everything.

“I got this book on Korean Folklore, I thought it looked interesting.” You explained, settling on the floor and digging through the first bag. “And this one’s about mid-century architecture, I thought you might like it. Ooh, and this one’s been on my wish list for ages, I was soo happy that I found it!”

Yoongi sat watching as you pulled out book after book, and a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth at your excitement.

“Why did you buy two of this one?” He asked suddenly, noticing two identical covers.

“One’s in my native language and the other one’s in Korean, I thought it would help me practice reading Hangul.” You said, not looking up as you continued to rummage in another bag. When you didn’t get a response, you glanced up to see him just staring at you with an amused expression.

“What?” You asked.

“I just didn’t realize you were such a nerd.” He said, chuckling.

“I am not!” You said defensively.

“I’m not making fun of you, I just think it’s cute,” He clarified. “I didn’t realize how much of a bookworm you were.”

“I didn’t mean to buy this many, I just got excited.” You said, feeling slightly self-conscious.

“I like it though, it’s fun seeing you excited.” He said. “It’s also kinda fun knowing there’s still some things we don’t know about each other yet, like little surprises.”

“I thought you didn’t like surprises?” You asked, leaning up to rest your hands on his knees.

“I like you though,” He said, leaning in. “So I’ll make an exception.”

“M’kay.” You grinned, closing the gap between you to catch his lips.

You were more than happy to be his exception, on this and many other things.

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[alessioa]

this may be a strange request so no need to have to do it aha, but can you write a Georgia stanway x reader where Georgia does a header with England and scores but after heading it she gets really dizzy and faints and reader is very worried as Georgia is unconscious and has to be stretched off etc? you can add more detail as I’m not really sure but just something like that ? Sorry if it’s weird, you don’t have to do it, just a suggestion x

Georgia Stanway x Lionesses!Reader

Hard Header

In which Georgia Stanway passes out from a header and reader gets to take her home to take care of her.

TW: Concussion, passing out.

Thank you for the request, its not weird and feel free to ask more.

Georgia Stanway. Your best friend, the girl that was there for you through thick and thin, the one you grew up with, the girl that was there for you when you got your first lionesses call up. Georgia Stanway, the girl you loved. Was playing against the Netherlands with you. Both in the midfield. 

A corner kick came and you watched as the ball flew towards Georgia and she jumped to get it. As her head connected with the ball your heart almost stopped as it flew towards the net the keeper dived for it but missed they missed and she had just scored a goal. 

You all celebrated, but not Georgia. You were the first one to notice how she didn’t cheer or run around. She stood still looking at the ground, before she collapsed. By that time you were almost by her side as you had realised something was wrong the moment she didn’t move. 

You began to shout for the medics as Georgia was laying still on the ground, not moving. 

After a few minutes you heard her  groan and open her eyes. By then the medics had told you and Sarina that she would need to be subbed off and checked for concussion and other injuries. 

As Georgia began to get stretched off she was still not quite conscious and you needed to be with her, she was your best friend after all. And Sarina understood, so she subbed both you and Georgia off and you followed her to the medical room.

After a few tests it was clear that she had a concussion and would need to rest for a  few  weeks to recover. She would also have to live with someone to monitor that she didn’t exhaust herself and make sure she didn’t lose consciousness again. 

You immediately offered for her to live with you so you could take care of her. It was then decided that you could go home after the match was finished and that she would stay in bed for at least a day and a week without screens for her head to rest. 

When Georgia finally became fully aware of her surroundings the two of you were in the car back to your house. She had been conscious before but not fully aware. 

“Love, how are you  feeling?” you asked her, the terms of endearment quite normal for the two of you. “My head hurts” Georgia groaned and you softly smiled towards her. “Yeah I understand that, you got quite a concussion there” you said softly, not wanting to speak too loudly and cause her more pain. “Did I atleast score?” Of course she would ask that, it was more important than her health that they won. 

“Yes you did love, we won the game” you replied smiling. 

The rest of the car ride home was quiet. At your house you cooked her some food before you helped her in the bed. 

“Stay with me, please” Georgia asked as you were about to leave her in the guest bedroom to rest. “Okay love, let me just get changed” you said and went to get some comfier clothes. You then came under the covers of the bed and let her cuddle up against you. As she was on the verge of sleeping she quietly murmured “I love you”  and your heart almost cracked with love.

“I love you too” you whispered back. This was something you had to talk about in the morning.

[vitzi9]

Pretty when you cry

Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

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content warning: manipulative ethan; stalking; obsessive; maybe sub!Ethan; mention of murder; he's still ghostface; guilt trapping; worshiping; knife

English is not my first language sorry guys, if i did any grammatical mistakes lmk !

2924 words (7/05/2023)

"Hi" he said simply. As if we were speaking to each other for the first time, but in the same tone with which one greets an old friend. It was ironic how I wished for weeks for him to come and talk to me and when he finally did, all I thought about was running away. He hadn't changed. And so much the better. He was still so handsome. Today, he wore a white shirt and a kind of jeans in a shade between dark gray and black. After taking a brief tour of his outfit, I look up at his face: the most beautiful part of his person. His frizzy curls looked fresh, as if he had just washed them. This thought was confirmed by the smell of shampoo that came to me on a light breeze. His cheeks were tinged with a pale pink that highlighted the small and discreet freckles that sported his cheeks. His gaze escaped mine, watching the floor with a strange and sudden interest as he pressed his lips together in a thin line. He was embarrassed, no, dead of shame. After all, I still hadn't answered him. I've only watched him so far. And I surely would have continued if I hadn't noticed his shaking hands.

What am I supposed to say to him? I greet him too, I compliment him? I ask him directly why he came to talk to me? After all, the only times we had spoken was to get him to tutor me. Are we even friends? After he stood me up without any explanation, approximately two weeks ago now, we haven't spoken to each other since.

“Hi” I simply replied. Ethan scratches his cheek as he smiles nervously at me, his gaze flicking briefly above me to look behind me. The redness on his cheeks getting worse.

“You uh… Your classes, how are you doing ? I… Like, you're good ?”

To be honest, it wasn't. Which is the main reason as to why I was asking him for lessons, by the way. So he knows all about those four out of twenty that I love so much. (Wrong, I hate them, I just don't have the IQ to have more) How handsome he was. Earlier this year, I had this fantasy where Ethan, who I hadn't spoken to at the time, came up to me and asked me out. Later, having learned about his shyness, I dreamed of seeing him overcome his bashfulness to come and declare his love for me while stuttering.

"I manage. And you ? Are you able to follow the program?

Of course he did. We are talking about Ethan Landry, the best student in the whole establishment. He succeeds in everything. Except talking to people, it seems. For the umpteenth time now, he glances over my shoulder. His eyes alternated with bewildering speed between my face and what was behind my back. Finally, I turn to see the only person in the hallway besides us, Chad, watching us with a big smile on his face and thumbs up. He lowers his arms the second my eyes notice him and he puts his hands in his pockets, pretending to turn around.

"Isn't that Chad?" I knew it was him, Ethan's best friend. But I just wanted confirmation.

-N-no aha, it’s… I don’t know who… It’s not Chad.” His laugh was forced and it showed. He was staring at the ceiling, shrugging and laughing nervously. Too smiley to be true. If he weren't already incredibly uncomfortable and flushed, his friend's intervention would have caused him to be.

"Why did you come talk to me Ethan?"

Our last discussion was two weeks ago. We had seen each other on Tuesday for my private lessons and it had gone incredibly well. He had scheduled a session for Thursday, of which I was counting every second until D-Day. I was smiling just reading our messages over and over again. Then Thursday arrived after an endless wait. I headed for the library, as usual. My smile glued to my lips, impossible to remove. I was on cloud nine. But Ethan was late, yet he had never been with me. I waited and waited and waited but after an hour and a half I left. He hadn't sent a message, nothing. Since then, not a word has been exchanged. In the hallways, not even a single look had been shared. We walked ignoring each other, like strangers.

"I'm sorry.

-For what ?"

I had some idea why he was sorry but I didn't want to get my hopes up. His eyes water, he opens his mouth but no sound comes out. Ethan extends his hand towards me which I grab by reflex. To be honest, he was starting to worry me. Was he really going to cry? Was it because of me?

“Ethan, are you okay? I forgive you if this is what bothers you so much but please don't put yourself in such a state. Do you want me to walk you home? I'll tell the teacher that you are not feeling well.” As I said that, I adopted the softest voice I could muster.

The curly man holds my hand, he intertwines our fingers together. His tears finally running down his cheeks. A few tears escape him.

“No… he almost sighs.

-'no' what ? I ask, worried.

-I'm not feeling well…"

My concern increases considerably. Forget him which stood me up. His state is much more worrying. Without really thinking about it, my hand rests on his shoulder. I start guiding him to the exit but he seems to realize it. He plants his feet on the ground, shakes his head, then grabs my hand resting on his shoulder.

Ethan was keeping me here.

He raises his angel eyes to me. He was so handsome. His pupils were glowing. The boy opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Frustrated, his tears seem to intensify. He lowers his head, his beautiful curls falling in front of his eyes that I love so much.

"Ethan, you can tell me anything."

I was hoping he would open up to me a bit more. We were close, certainly not like best friends, but I considered myself loyal enough not to snitch his problems to everybody. Plus, I wasn't lying. He could tell me anything, I will help him as best I can. Ethan runs his thumbs over the backs of my hands, a slight smile on his lips. For a second, he seemed at peace.

“My love… he whispers and I almost thought I was dreaming.

But this peace does not last

-What ?

"I..." His lips quivered.

Did he really call me 'my love'? My heart was beating wildly. He sniffles and tries to swallow back his tears, to no avail. Finally, Ethan snaps.

“I…I can't sleep anymore, I can't do it anymore! he exclaims between two cries. Every time I close my eyes, I see your face. I miss you, I want to continue to give you private lessons, even my homework if necessary. I'lldo them for you. Everything, I'll do everything for you…” he had spoken so quickly that he was out of breath. His tears had not stopped, quite the contrary. He had let go.

His sudden outbusrt make me retreat for a split second. The curly man's hands squeeze mine tightly, as if to keep me from moving further away. I don't understand, my absence has affected him so much? Why didn't he come talk to me sooner, then? And since when does he feel that way about me? His words were excessive and I thought he was going a little too fast. He was so desperate that he saw my face all the time? That he was willing to do 'everything' for me? I thought that my crush was not reciprocated, worse, than he considered me as a simple classmate. If I expected that! But where does this outburst come from?

“Breathe Ethan, breathe.”

Like a child, Ethan nods. He tried to calm his breathing while I tried to slow my heartbeat. I knew Ethan hadn't had a lot of conquests in his life, but I never would have imagined him to be so dependent.

"I'm sorry, really sorry...

-Why are you apologizing?

-I left you alone, I swear I haven't forgotten you. I've been thinking about you all the while i was doing it...

So he was really apologizing for that. But why is he making a fuss about it? I had already imagined this scenario and honestly, I expected an apology, a justification and that was it. Why was he so affected? That guilty? His words got mixed up and in the end, I lost track.

- It's okay Ethan, it's not that important. Is that what stresses you out so much?

- What can I do to make you forgive me?

-Ethan, I already told you, I forgive you, it doesn't matter.

-No, he shakes his head, tell me.

Feeling that if I didn't take matters into my own hands the situation was never going to end, I decided to ask for a simple favor.

-Where were you that day? I ask, alluding to the day he stood me up.

-That's stupid." Despite his words, I give a nod encouraging him to continue. Promise me not to be afraid.

-Why would I be afraid of you Ethan? I ask, laughing softly. He's an angel, how can you be afraid of him?

-Promise me."

His fingers gripped my wrist tightly. It almost hurt me. For a moment, the thought that indeed Ethan could scare me crossed my mind. However, I thought of it too late.

-I was supposed to be only ten minutes late, and I apologize for that, but you had to be outside your room for me to get in it.

-What ? I ask laughing, not understanding where he was coming from.

-When I got in your room, there was a perfume that was not yours. But I had already felt it somewhere, on someone. And… I-I'm sorry that pissed me off and… I-I thought you were cheating on me and I was scared and… I cried but I kept smelling the perfume of that-

-Ethan, stop here, I don't understand anything. What are you talking about? I was no longer laughing, the strange details he gave me seemed too precise.

His tears flow, without warning, he takes me in his arms and presses me to his chest. He hugged me tightly, I almost couldn't breathe. His face plunges into my neck, which he was soaking with his tears. He kept saying he was sorry over and over while I tried to understand. Was he telling the truth?

-I felt so guilty for hurting them that I didn't dare come and talk to you. I was terrified that you would run away from me when you eventually find out. It was horrible. Never again. Never part from me again, I beg you. I'll die of it.

I felt his every word knock against the skin of my neck. He was whispering, as if telling me a secret. And maybe it was. I was praying that another student would come down the hall and see us but the odds were low, very low. Ethan had cornered me at the end of my class, everyone had left. The sun was already falling asleep outside the window. Panic quickly set in within me.

-Ethan you're crushing me! I wasn't even sure he heard me since buried in his chest, my voice was muffled.

-I thought you were cheating on me b-but… I’m sorry for thinking that, sorry sorry sorry sorry...

What did he do ? Who was he talking about when he said “having hurt them”? Where is the shy Ethan who softened my heart? Unconsciously, I start to shake. My arms try to tear themselves away from the grip he had on them but he was crushing me too hard; I couldn't move. His arms clung to mine along my body.

-I should never be mad at you again, ever again. Do you forgive me ?

That's when it comes back to me; the framework. Coming home the evening of the day Ethan and I ended our relationship, my frame was splintered to the ground. The shards of glass had been flying all over my room. The photo remained intact; a picture of me and my roommate, but the frame was dead. I hadn't given more importance than that to the situation itself, my window was open and then said roommate was at home during the day. I just thought that a draft had knocked it down or that my friend was clumsy: it happens after all.

No, it was him.

-Ethan, I speak in a shaky voice, please let me go.

-No ! he yells. You promised me ! You promised me you wouldn't be afraid of me!

-E-Ethan please….

- I'm sorry, i'm sorry !

Ethan, six feet tall, collapses to his knees in front of me. He buries his face in my stomach, his arms wrapping around my waist. He speaks in my skin, muttering countless excuses and promises. Immediately seizing the opportunity, I grab him by the shoulders and push him with all my might to the ground. Surprised, he let me go. His back hits the floor, he lets out a plaintive moan mixed with his cries. Without thinking, I turn my back to flee. But Ethan is strangely fast. He gives me a powerful kick in the shin which in turn makes me fall on my stomach.

Ethan is crying. His cheeks are drowned in tears and red. I don't find him as handsome as before when he slightly pulls up his t-shirt to pull a knife out of his pants.

"Why are you doing this to me ?" he growled, his face lowered to the ground. So far, he's let it go. But there, his energy had changed. He was a murderer.

I crawl on the ground, moving away from him, my eyes filled with terror. I'm gonna die. I'm going to die here, alone, killed by the boy I loved. Ethan towered over me, taking small steps towards me.

“I'm begging you…” I cried.

I was desperate, there were no more solutions. I thought, as I disappeared, maybe Chad would figure out who my killer was, since he was the last one to see me other than Ethan.

"You told me you wouldn't be scared..." he pouted as he crouched down on top of me. Afterwards, his actions keep surprising me as he sits on my pelvis. He had fun bringing his knife to my neck and caressing me with it. The coldness of the metal makes my hair stand on and shivers appear all over my body.

"Ethan, please take that away from me... yelling at him wouldn't get me anywhere, so I was begging.

- No, don't be afraid. You know very well that I would never hurt you.”

His promises, I wanted no more. I wanted him to leave me alone, forever. My hands were free, yet I no longer controlled them. They were completely flat on the ground. I couldn't lift a single finger.

“Do you want me to prove my devotion to you? the curly boy points the knife at him.

The sharp tip of the weapon is now to his throat. Ethan looks at me and smiles. His free hand lay comfortably flat on my chest, holding me firmly to the floor. The vision unfolding in front of me was horrific. I was praying that he wouldn't be able to take his own life in front of me, on top of me! I didn't want to see it though, my eyes refused to look away. I was terrified that he would plunge his knife in me without warning.

- You love me too, right? he asks, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Tell me that you love me. You love me so much, my love. You love me so much you're ready to die for it.

-Ethan listen…

-Answer." he orders.

The roles had switched. He had given me a position of superiority, adoring me, throwing himself at my feet for even a pardon, but he was sick of it. And now not even my pleas will reach him.

“Imagine how romantic that would be, huh? May the students meet us tomorrow morning, both dead and entwined. It would be wonderful.” His smile was that of a sick man. What more do you need, my death? You want me to stick this pretty little knife in my heart for you? That I tear it down and give it to you as an offering? Come on, tell me you love me. I know you do.”

Finally, I manage to close my eyes. His description had managed to repel me enough to allow my brain to kick in the survival instinct. Ethan laughs mischievously. I feel him move, all his weight crushing my body. His lips settle on my neck for a second.

“You want me to kill myself, huh? I'll kill myself because of you. All because you don't love me. How can you be so selfish? he kisses my cheek. Tell me you love me, my love. I need it. His thumb passes over my eyelid gently, making me open my eyes.

I knew I was stuck. He was one step ahead of me, physically and mentally speaking. He had me stuck. My eyes were red and swollen.

-I… I love you… I whisper, choked cries leaving my mouth at the same time.

-Where is my first name, pretty ?

And to think that I was dreaming of saying those words to him a few minutes earlier.

-I… I love you Ethan… The curly man's face lights up, a gaping smile erasing his crazed expression.

- There, it wasn't so complicated now, was it?"

That was my first story in english. please do not hesitate to gives me advices whatsoever, like if you think that the plot was too quick, ethan too out of character, not enough details, everything ! I hope you liked reading it anyways.

[flufffilleddonut]

Emporium’s Delight

Summary - Alastor pays his dear friend Rosie a visit, but something appears to be off with the cannibalistic overlord. Luckily, Alastor knows how to make her feel better.

Word Count - 650

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Alastor was strolling through Cannibal Town on his way to visit Rosie. It had been a while since the two spent some quality time together and Alastor wanted to catch up. As he opened the door to Rosie’s Emporium and stepped inside, he noticed that the place was emptier than usual, with only a handful of cannibals milling about.

Rosie was situated behind her counter when she noticed her friend’s presence.

“Alastor!” Rosie exclaimed, as Alastor made his way over to the counter.

“Hello, Rosie!” Alastor greeted. Despite the smile on her face, Alastor could tell that something was up with Rosie. “Is everything alright?” He asked.

Rosie's smile faltered, and she gestured to the curtains leading to the room off the side of her emporium. Alastor followed her inside.

“Usually, my emporium is full of cannibals wanting my assistance. Lately, however, my number of clients has been decreasing.” Rosie explained. “Nothing has changed, so I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’m the problem. Perhaps I’ve… lost my touch.”

Alastor listened carefully, taking in each of Rosie’s words before speaking. 

“My dear, I can assure you that no such loss has occurred. You are your usual charming, darling, eloquent self. Anyone who thinks otherwise has clearly been misinformed.”

“Oh Alastor, you always know what to say.” Rosie said, a slight smile appearing on her face. “Maybe I was being a bit too harsh on myself. Still, the decline in business is just a tad bit disheartening.”

Alastor watched his friend, her usual, composed manner replaced with one of sorrow. He was thinking of ways to further comfort her when an idea suddenly struck him.

Rosie felt her wrists being gently grasped as her back was pulled up against Alastor's chest. Her wrists were then transferred into just one of Alastor’s hands.

“Alastor? What are- eEK!”

Rosie let out a squeal as Alastor’s free hand began spidering over her stomach.

“Whahat are you dohohoing?” She giggled out.

“You are upset, my dear. I cannot have that. This is my solution to that problem.”

“Unhahand me at ohonce you- AHA!”

Rosie was cut off by Alastor beginning to playfully nibble at her stomach, his free hand helping to steady her.

“NOHOHO, AHAHAL!” Rosie laughed.

“For someone who consumes other demons on a regular basis, you sure can’t seem to handle what you dish out.” Alastor teased between nibbles.

“QUIHIHIT IHIHIHIT!” Rosie managed to say, flushing.

“But you’re awfully tasty~” Alastor purred.

A black tendril appeared and took hold of Rosie’s wrists, granting Alastor use of both of his hands. He began to skitter them up and down Rosie’s sides as he continued to nibble.

“PLEHEHE- AHAHAHA!” Rosie’s attempt at speaking was shut down by her boisterous laughter.

Alastor continued for a few minutes before stopping the nibbling and slowing down his hands. He gave Rosie’s hips a sharp squeeze, earning one final squeal from her before releasing her wrists.

Rosie nearly lost her balance, placing an arm around Alastor’s shoulders to study herself.

As she was regaining her breath, Alastor spoke.

“Are you feeling better, my dear?”

Rosie looked up at Alastor, spying his mischievous grin and not being able to stop herself from smiling as she spoke.

“You are a madman, Alastor. But yes, I am. Thank you.”

“Lovely!” Alastor exclaimed. “Why don’t we head back into the store? Can’t keep your dear clients waiting!”

As the two overlords made their way out of the room, Rosie felt glad that Alastor had come to visit. While he may be unpredictable and downright mad at times, she knew that he cared for her, and could always be trusted to cheer her up.

But she didn’t plan on letting his little stunt slide.

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[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”.

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~“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) ^^

[estellardreams]

Not Quite The Expected Outcome

(for @emthimofnight's sibling AU)

"I still don't get why we're going out like this." Void mumbled.

"Oh, come on! Can't we just have a fun day out?" Stellar said.

"I suppose..."

"I'm with her on this one. But I'm also confused because this is sorta out of the blue, honestly." Andromeda commented.

"I just thought... Maybe we could have some fun?"

"... You don't have a plan, do you?" Void said bluntly.

"Eh, haha. Nope!"

"Of course..."

"Come on! Try to have some faith in her, she's trying her best!" Polarity piped up.

"Maybe I would if she wasn't such a liability."

"Hey! It's only on the battlefield it goes that way!" Stellar said, immediately running back up to Void the moment he began to walk away.

And yet, no one seemed to notice that they were being watched...

"We all obviously know that I'm the most competent in my abilities, right?"

"Please don't start boasting now, it's not going to help matters at all." Andromeda said.

"But it's true. Also I'm the strongest by a long shot."

Stellar face palmed. "Void. Please don't bring down others to hype yourself up. Can't we all just be friends?"

"Just because we can, doesn't mean we will. The world isn't a perfect paradise, Stellar."

"I know that! I'm just trying to stay optimistic!"

"Your optimistic is grating."

"Oh ho ho! Who do we have here, hm? My fellow creations!" Eggman gloated, suddenly appearing from the shadows in his eggmobile.

"What do you want? You're interrupting our time here." Andromeda said.

"Yes yes, that's exactly the point."

"Go away or we'll force you." Void threatened.

"Ooh no! I'm so scared!" Eggman mocked before breaking out into laughter. He slammed on his eggmobile, a giant canon coming out from the inside, pointed directly at the kids.

"Badniks, attack! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed, letting the canon shoot out badniks that unraveled and began to attack.

"Wanna try a combo attack to get rid of that canon?" Polarity offered.

"Ha! It's like you read my mind!" Stellar smiled.

Polarity grabbed her, spun her around before chucking her into the air. Stellar spun as her shoes activated their blades, slamming down on the canon and cleanly searing it off. She landed swiftly on the ground, dusting herself off.

"Heh. How's that for a combo attack?"

"That. Was. AMAZING! Our first time, too!" Polarity pulled her into an excited hug.

"Okay, I get you two are having fun but can we PLEASE focus here?! We're getting swarmed!" Andromeda yelled.

"And you're not helping!" Void said.

"I just got my quills groomed! I'm not ruining them!"

"YOU CAN FIX THEM LATER, JUST HELP."

"Right. Right... On it."

"Oh no you DON'T!" Eggman suddenly fired a blast at the two, forcing them to dodge out of the way.

Stellar and Polarity immediately got out of the way too as they were being blasted at.

Polarity zoomed all over the place, weaving between the buildings and trees before coming up from behind Eggman, grabbing onto the Eggmobile and pulling himself up on it.

"Hello, rat!" the doctor sneered before blasting him with the new canon.

"POLARITY!"

Polarity hit the ground, strange white glowing ropes tied around his body.

"H-Hold on, lemme help you- AH!" Stellar was suddenly struck as well, skidding a bit as she hit the ground, now tied up as well.

"LET MY FAMILY GO RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Andromeda screamed.

Eggman cracked a smile, whistling a little like he didn't hear her before blasting the two remaining hedgehogs again. The two kept trying to dodge as he kept blasting them.

Stellar forced herself to crawl over to Polarity, making sure he was okay. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be any injuries.

"How do we get out of these... Things?" he whispered.

"I'm not sure, but... They're strangely tiring?" Stellar whispered back.

"Yeah, I noticed that too. You don't think they're...-"

"AHA!"

The two's attention was drawn over to Andromeda, who got caught by the ropes as well. Eggman let one of his gadgets levitate her up before throwing her with Stellar and Polarity off to the side.

"Void, get dad and papa! Right now!" Stellar urged.

"No! I can handle this myself!" Void summoned more of his power, chucking his blasts towards the Eggmobile, which blasted right back at him.

"That's... Not gonna work, is it?" Polarity mumbled.

Andromeda groaned a little. "It comes down to Void and Robotnik... Who's gonna win- Oh look."

Eggman finally managed to catch Void as well. He pulled all four siblings to the front of his eggmobile, levitating them up using his gadget. He stared down at the four of them gleefully.

"Alright, let's cut to the chase. What do you want from us?" Void asked bluntly.

"Oh, that's easy: Your demise."

Polarity seemed to freeze up while Andromeda huffed.

"Of course it is..."

Suddenly, a huge canon was pointed in the faces of the four.

"Do you think our dad's have realized we've been gone for too long...? They might be worried..." Polarity whispered, leaning over to Stellar a little.

"Possibly..."

"Then, uh... Try stalling for time."

"Yes, thank you for stating the obvious plan!" Andromeda said sarcastically.

"What?! It's a good plan!" Polarity shot back.

Stellar cleared her throat. "So, if you are gonna destroy us. How exactly? Because this doesn't seem very fitting for your standards."

"So glad you asked! You see, this is my chaos exterminator! It's made to eradicate chaos energy of whomever it blasts! It's also the reason it can generate those ropes keeping you four tied up and in my grasp. Chaos energy surpression is quite powerful, after all."

"Oh goddammit." Void wanted to face palm, but his hands were tied so he couldn't. But that explained so much as to how, the more blasts were near his location, the weaker his powers began to feel.

"And your standards?" Stellar raised an eye.

"If I can't have my prized weapons, no one can. Not even my nemesis can!" Eggman declared.

"Okay, cool.

You do know it's against the law to abandon a child like that, right? And that whoever takes in that child is the legal guardian as such you are no longer a certified parent?" Andromeda remarked.

"Ooh! She got you there!" Polarity said.

"Shut it! All of you! Say your goodbyes..." he began to charge up the canon.

"HEY!"

Everyone's attention suddenly turned to... Sonic and Shadow, who had just arrived and looked... Very pissed off.

"Eggman! Stop trying this charade already and let our kids go!"

"And you better do it nicely. So put that canon down, or I'll show you how bad a canon to the face feels."

"Tch, as if you two can do any damage!" Eggman pointed his other canon towards them, hitting the launch button.

Nothing came out.

He frowned, checking it before groaning. "Did I seriously waste ALL of the power stored in here just to catch you?!"

"Tch, I would've been so close too..." Void grumbled.

"Well, no matter. Say your goodbyes, kiddos!" Eggman forced the larger canon to prepare fire in 3...

Sonic and Shadow immediately ran towards the eggmobile.

2...

The two curled up and spindashed into it.

1...

The two hedgehogs aimed for the canon next.

"Brace for it...!" Stellar said.

The canon fired, hitting the four and sending them crashing to the ground. Sonic and Shadow finally broke the canon off and sent Eggman flying out of the city.

They immediately landed and rushed towards the billow of smoke, waving it out of the way.

"Are you kids okay? Please be okay..."

The smoke finally cleared, revealing them to be just fine, albeit in a state of shock.

"Oh thank goodness!" Sonic breathed a sigh of relief.

Shadow knelt down to the four. "Are you four okay? Are you injured anywhere? We need to get you home right now."

The four stared. They blinked, stared down at themselves, then at each other.

... Whoops.

And that's the end! Yep, it's a body swap plot I came up with on a whim. For anyone wondering who's swapped with who:

Void -> Polarity Polarity -> Stellar Stellar -> Andromeda Andromeda -> Void

Or if a visual presentation is more helpful, here:

Anyway, thanks for reading! (so sorry if the characters are OOC though. That wasn't intentional and I just tried my best.)

[deblklesb]

this page has me feral… what if reader and abby were sexting.. at a gathering with their friends aha

this turned out to be a full drabble omg wkdkekdk

[CW: modern!au, established relationship (hidden), mentions of sexual activity, descriptions of explicit photos, name calling, public sexting, exhibitionism kink (mention, not practice), (MDNI)]

Nora was chatting non-stop today, probably because of all the drinks she had. Her girlfriend was clingy and all over her, looking at her like she was the most beautiful person on the whole Earth. Manny, next to you, was chatting too, face blushed under the bear he didn't cut off despite his dad's pleads. And on the opposite side of the table, in front of you, was Abby.

The place was full of people, the music loud enough to be heard above all those voices, filling the restaurant along with the warm lights. It was a cozy ambient with air conditioner making the air estable, but sitting there you felt like burning under piercing blue eyes.

Abby wanted to kill you, you knew that by the way she was clenching her jaw and sipping her beer to disguise her gulping from time to time. Her beautiful features were blushing due to the alcohol or the content of the messages? You couldn't tell, although you would bet on the second one.

Well, she was the one who started it.

Abbs 💗: so... wanna hang out later?

You: aren't we hanging out now?

Abbs 💗: ykwim

You: i don't... could elaborate?

She looked at you briefly, squinting her eyes whilst you smirked under the hem of your drinking cup.

Abbs 💗: i was thinking about something more like just u and me

You: oh... like, fucking on your couch?

Abbs 💗: i didn't said that but sure, if that's what's on your mind

You: it wasn't on your mind too?

Abbs 💗: i also didn't said that

You: hm

You: what was on ur mind exactly?

Abbs 💗: honestly? you.

You: feeling sappy today, anderson?

When you realized, she was chocking with her beer and you were laughing, pretending it was because of the scene and not because of the whole scenario of her being shocked with your messages. She told with some detail about what she was thinking, but you went further. And further.

Abby wasn't the one to push too much by text, preferring to put stuff in action, whisper the words into your ear. She was the type to imply and accomplish. You, on the other hand, were a-okay about put into words all your needs.

You: yesterday i missed you sm, you were very mean leaving me alone :(

You: so i dressed one of your shirts and humpped my pillow and came thinking about your fingers stuffed in my pussy

She breathed deeply reading that, you saw her absolutely bewildered. You could already imagine how she was getting heated, worked up.

The image of you on her clothes humping a pillow was just too much for her. She hid the screen from Nora, not wanting to draw attention to it, trying to hide her body reactions.

Abbs 💗: you been so needy that you had to fucking hump a pillow?

Abbs 💗: couldn't you just used your fingers?

You: my fingers are not as big as yours

Abbs 💗: you're right. i get it, at this point your pussy is so accustomed to my fingers

Abbs 💗: i think we need to give you the fulfilment you deserve

You: here?

You looked up to her, seeing her chuckling alone and hiding behind the cup briefly.

Abbs 💗: i bet you would want that. being fucked in front of all this people

Abbs 💗: being bent on this table, bare, tilted ass exposed for me to smack it. pussy so wet for being watched as i fuck you like you want so bad, right?

Abbs 💗: i can just imagine how you would be dripping on my fingers as i feel you around them, such a good slut

This is probably the first time she gets so descriptive through text. And, Lord, you're enjoying. Crossed legs and warm face, you look at her just to notice one of her eyebrows tilted and a fucking smirk.

You: now this might have become a dream of mine, Abbs

Abbs 💗: now?

Abbs 💗: i bet this is a dream of yours for a long time

You: now that you've mentioned...

You: i have something i did while thinking about it

You: [photo]

Abby almost chocked again when the image loaded on her screen. It was a collage of four pictures of you. In the first one, you were kneeling on the bed, a sweatshirt rolled up above your chest so that you torso was practically bare and your hands were holding your tits. You pussy was exposed too, considering you were missing a pantie.

The second one had you with your back to the camera, a dildo under you, inside your pussy, and your ass was so beautiful Abby wanted to smack it, grab it, kiss it.

The third one had you laying on the bed, the clothing barely covering your ass because you devilishly pulled it up, but due to the position she couldn't see a lot.

Last, but not least, a picture of you seating on the bed, legs open, a hand supporting your torso's weight behind you and the other holding a wand. The sweatshirt now was more on frame... And it was Abby's college sweatshirt.

That sent a chill down her spine, she could feel a heat pooling in her panties.

Abbs 💗: meet me at my place

"Guys, I think I'll go already. Wanna rest a little bit more today", she said right after sending the text.

"Noooo, Abs! Stay more!", Nora cried.

"Another day we will hang out more, promise!", she laughed, accepting your friend's side hug.

After saying her goodbyes she left in a hurry, making you chuckle alone. You waited ten minutes before saying goodbye yourself, trying not to seem too hurried before getting out of the bar.

Abbs 💗: if you make me wait too long I won't let you come anytime soon

You: but I've been wanting to come in your fingers since yesterday, that's not fair

Abbs 💗: then hurry. if you do so, I'll reward my pretty slut with lots of kisses and orgasms

[neonscandal]

Manga With Me: JJK Crackpot Conspiracy That Makes Little to No Difference (While Maybe Making A Big Difference)

At this point, we're all aware that I, as the nerd aunt, watch a lot of my favorite anime with my niece and nephew and, against the better judgement of most adults, that includes JJK. During this rewatch, I noticed something that sparked an Aha! moment and now we all have to suffer that together.

Unrelated since I just wanted a Mahito gif but kinda related. This gif from S2E9 shows Mahito grabbing the red dragon mahjong piece. That of benevolence. 👀

⚠️: Spoiler warning through season 2 of JJK.

Ever since finding out that there are only five more chapters to JJK, I have not known peace. Which means I need to word vomit all the things that have been bouncing around my noodle expeditiously. This hypothesis, while making little impact on the chapters that remain, is still harrowing if you think about it too much, which I clearly have so follow me down this winding path. It's a little long but may be diabolically on point.

BASIS OF KNOWLEDGE

Let's start with what we know:

Curses are formed by the negative emotions humans harbor.

There are two canonically acknowledged events that created huge shifts in the balance between sorcerers, humans, and curses: Gojo's birth as a Six Eyes and Limitless user and Sukuna's awakening when Yuji ate the first finger.

The antiquated way the jujutsu society measures power plateaus at "special grade" which puts Gojo on equal footing with Geto even though power wise they aren't comparable. This is not to call Geto weak but, instead, to show that even in high school, the power scaling was faulty and left layers of nuance out of the equation.

HOWEVER, by the time Megumi, Yuji and Nobara enter Jujutsu Tech, some curses had evolved to verbally communicate complex articulations i.e. Mahito and Jogo.

Critically, throughout my constant poring over JJK I've gone back and forth on the why this is but the truth is in the rewatch and so is the outlier. The Earth (Jogo), the Forest (Hanami) and the Sea (Dagon) are highlighted to be the product of that which humans have always feared. This is where things get interesting and ultimately disproves one of my favorite fan theories that Dagon is a manifestation of Riko Amanai after death. Ancient curses, undoubtedly Special grade given the widespread fear they're born from and constantly replenished by. Bearing that in mind and with respect to Japan being regularly devastated by natural disasters, we as the readers can infer their relative power but also surmise that it is their age and subsequent fear that they garner that would eventually evolve them to where we see them now.

If Gojo's birth or Sukuna's awakening were the precipice for this evolution, wouldn't Dagon also be a conscious, articulate curse? Even Hanami is still in a middle ground of communicative competence. Notably, this is where the theory is born.

In this moment, Mahito is pleased to call these ancient beings friends. In explaining the way of the world to Junpei, Mahito goes on to say:

"There are spirits known as Special grade potential spirits. Cursed spirits are a culmination of cursed energy leaked from humans. An image of fear shared by the masses, even if not real... can manifest as a powerful curse."

Which we know to be true but... what fear does Mahito represent to be able to rub shoulders with the likes of such insurmountable curses?

It can't be that simple, can it? We've seen the curses yielded by abandoned, spooky and collectively stressful locations like schools and they don't hold a candle to Mahito.

THE MENACE MAHITO

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Fear the day that Yuji Itadori's heart breaks because the ensuing curse or subsequent rampage... his strength has been foreshadowed to be devastating. However, our focus in this analysis recognizes all the above and hypothesizes the origin of Mahito and their inextricable link to one another.

Ideologically, Mahito and Yuji are diametrically opposed in their assessment of life. Not really a spoiler to say that in recent chapters, Yuji's own words completely contrast Mahito's understanding of the world in his curious observation of it. 💡 If you want more insight into Mahito, the first light novel has an interesting vignette into him as a character and his motives that I didn't talk about.

Following the events of season 2, Mahito has deliberately dealt three critical hits to Yuji Itadori's soul. Delights in it, in fact. Junpei, Nanami, Nobara. Out of the ensemble cast of villains, only one character is responsible for all of the most gut wrenching losses in Jujutsu Kaisen (shout out to Mechamaru for that matter, too). It should be said that Mahito's own power, manipulating souls and recognizing the boundaries therein is, in my opinion, integral to the overall story.

Especially since we know, early on, that Yuji, as Sukuna's vessel, is a bad match-up for Mahito. It isn't until recent chapters that we recognize why that is even though it's been spoonfed to us.

Mahito vs. Yuji, Mahito's attempts to transfigure Yuji have no effect except getting into Sukuna's bad graces.

After years apart, Yuji instantaneously recognizes Yuko Ozawa despite massive cosmetic changes. (Massive shout out to the dude dressed as Nanami at Risucon that I nerded out about this with at my booth.) I feel like her introduction isn't for nothing. I assumed we'd see her again because that's how JJK typically rolls but what if she's already served her purpose?

⚠️ Implied spoiler: In later battles, Yuji is able to tune into the soul of his "opponent"

WILD CARD STRETCH: There's someone else in universe who can seemingly see a person's soul and it's Gojo.

ORIGIN HYPOTHESIS

Okay so, after all this, what is the point? Mahito is an anomaly of a curse and for him to have inflicted such big name carnage in terms of the plot shouldn't be ignored either.

At the beginning, I acknowledged the two main events that caused a major shift in jujutsu society as we know it. But in truth, there's one more major event that has been intrinsically woven throughout the fabric of this story. That being the death of Riko Amanai and Gojo's subsequent transcendence.

Due to the shift caused by Gojo's power up, the volume of curses that sprung up became burdensome that summer. Causing a further divide between Gojo and Geto and, ultimately, part of the wedge that sent Geto down his path to destruction. But, if Gojo's birth caused the scales to tip... how could the universe (encompassing sorcerers, humans, and curses) restore balance from an unmitigated windfall of power?

Spawning another aberration: Mahito.

Where curses are typically a byproduct of humans and beholden, in some way, to the conditions of their negative emotions, Mahito doesn't really strike me as something specific enough to be as strong as they are without some significant origin. Jogo, Dagon and Hanami all have physical attributes that are a nod to what they hail from.

While there could be cultural nuance or lore that I don't have access to as a Western reader, Mahito's heterochromia, patchwork skin and, at times, seemingly horse-like legs don't really strike me as a well known allusion to anything else. What if that's the point? What if he's not the product of human fear or negative emotions? What if he's actually the evolution of sorcerer's negative fears and emotions as a subsequent counter balance to Gojo?

EVIDENCE

As the initial fight between Nanami and Mahito unfolds, during his extrapolation of Mahito, is it not weird that even he thinks to compare them?

JJK exposition is typically executed so nonchalantly, in conversations that go right over the reader's head... until the moment it lands. So even offhand comments here and there tend to foreshadow something or someone that becomes critical to the plot:

The Occult Club's conspiracy about spirits on the field making people sick immediately shown to be true when Megumi shows up which demonstrated an existing sensitivity to the supernatural and ultimately ties in to Yuji's gigantic reveal of a back story which suggests even if he wasn't "in the know" he was always doomed for a life in jujutsu society.

Yuji's grandfather, on his death bed, trying to explain to Yuji about his parents falling on obstinate ears. LITTLE DID WE KNOW.

Megumi mutters to himself about Maki (as "Zenin") long before she becomes a pillar in the story, comparing Yuji to her in terms of birth/power. Meanwhile, Maki is cast as a reiteration of Toji and razes hell upon the birth line that created them both (if Itafushi is next gen SatoSugu, Maki is a restorative for Toji).

Megumi talks about Okkotsu being the only second year he respects. Those caught up on the manga are aware of Okkotsu's behemoth importance well beyond his role in JJK 0.

During the juvenile detention center arc, again, Megumi refers to the juvenile who killed a young girl while driving without a license and fan theories suggest that this could very well be the man who killed Rika Orimoto.

Frequently, we get a pin-size remark that casually provides some surface context but it never feels without reason and more than half of these are in the very first episode. It's also interesting that these expository moments are usually handled by largely straight laced Megumi or people like Yuji's grandfather and Nanami. Like Gege can only trust the plot in their overly serious and curmudgeon-y hands 😂

Cut back to Nanami's fight, Mahito's playfully torturous curiosity and taunts are that of someone who knows they've already won. Even as Nanami's cursed energy exponentially increases in overtime, Mahito is simply awed but not deterred from the fight trusting in the inevitability of their strength over that of any human's or sorcerer's.

Even this mirthful moment reminds me of Gojo testing Nobara outside of that apartment complex where he facilitated her first experience with a Tokyo curse. To see if she's really crazy because that's what survives as a sorcerer. But it gives way to another interesting piece of evidence.

In Nanami's assessment of Mahito, he surmises that, despite the strength of the curses it's a child. Relatively "young" compared to the ancient curses of the Earth, the Forest and the Sea and, yet, capable to stand shoulder to shoulder with them. Isn't that odd? Can't just be born of undirected hate. After all, even Mahito's conversation about Love, Hate and Indifference in the scheme of Mahito's origin seems to muddle the fact that most people are satisfied with indifference until possessed by something else... like revenge. A convenient solution Mahito offers Junpei after this exchange and what ultimately set Junpei as a pawn in his larger plan.

Junpei: Don't you think that whoever first said "The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference"... must be rotting in hell? There's no way hating people is better than feeling indifferent toward them. The opposite of 'like' is 'hate'. Complicating simple answers for the sake of meaning is such a Japanese thing to do. Mahito: People like wordplay. After all, people can't live without making excuses.

As their fight concludes in a draw, Nanami further exposes a possible timeline for Mahito's materialization which is why I've historically assumed it was in line with Sukuna's awakening but, to scale, that would have precipitated a grossly exacerbated evolution to the unfathomable body count Nanami surmises.

I can't help but note Nanami's reference to greedily enjoying one's growth is also on par with Gojo's attitude about power and encouragement to Megumi to "be greedier". Not only with how he fights but how he lives which is being echoed in the current events of the manga.

After all, nothing is included for no reason.

All things considered, Mahito's impression of their own strength and confidence very much puts me in the mind of Satoru Gojo pre-death of Riko Amanai but especially after his resurrection and mastery of reversed curse energy and optimizing Limitless. Gojo never really loses his playfulness but Gojo also never really gives in to the seduction of his own power quite as much. I mean, until he meets a foe he can go all out against.

So what if, in response to Gojo's insane and unprecedented power up, Mahito is born? What if Gojo precipitates a curse born of unheard of origins, that of sorcerer's negative emotions. A product of sorcerer's jealousy toward his strength, a product of Geto's own envy, a product of Gojo's guilt or shame in being left behind? Is it possible that the timeline Nanami surmises correlates with the events of the Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arc(s)?

Are Gojo's similarity to Mahito only surface level? In many ways, we've seen where this generation of first and second years are a second chance at resolving that which Gojo and Geto put into action with their own hubris. How similar paths they have walked but where Gojo's cultivation of Megumi in response to his own loss is coupled with the temperament of Yuji's soul and yields different results. There were many points in Gojo and Geto's history where things could have gone differently but their missteps landed jujutsu society where we are now.

But is that enough? Or is Mahito further punishment for SatoSugu's confidence before the fall? One that burdens the first current years as a test of their resolve?

Imagine if SatoSugu had just kissed and made up before. Where would we be now?

SUMMARY

TL;DNR: At the root of everything, including societal collapse, it all traces back to Gojo (and Geto) and, as we've known all along, Itafushi has the power to restore what was lost.

[satureja13]

Summer Solstice - Part 2 It starts -> here

After Jack and Sai returned from their walk, they all gathered around the fire and Jack, Jeb and Ji Ho played a few songs. No Siren's Songs this time to influence the feelings of his friends so they are able spend time together - despite their quarrels.

Jeb sang 'Fast Car' (for Saiwa obviously)

'So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder And I, I, I had a feeling that I belonged I, I, I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone'

Ji Ho feels they will have a great evening without the Siren's Songs and it's too dangerous anyway until they find out how to protect themselves, should the Council and Ji Ho's grandfather try something. It's better they do without them. They'll have to learn to live all together again anyway. Jack sang 'Ring of Fire' (links leads to the version from Blondie (from one of my favourite movies of all time, Roadie)) He would never admit that he sings it for Kiyoshi so we don't dive any deeper in that ö.ö

'The chase of love is sweet, when hearts like ours meet I felt for you like a child, oh my heart went wild

I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down down down the flames they went higher and it burns burns burns that ring of fire, that ring of fire, that ring of fire'

The cute birds are back again too! That's such a sweet interaction <3

And Ji Ho sang 'Livin' on a Prayer' for Vlad. They're almost there.

'We've gotta hold on to what we've got It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not We've got each other and that's a lot for love We'll give it a shot

Whoa, we're half way there Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer Take my hand, we'll make it I swear Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer Livin' on a prayer'

Aouwww

Ji Ho was right, they managed to have a nice evening together without his spells. They were grilling and telling stories and having a good time. Somehow their therapies seem to work. There'd been no great aha effects, but they already prospered a lot. (I think that's important too, not to expect too much too early from a therapy/healing. It needs time and it goes slowly. Healing and prospering needs time. But when you look back from a distance, you'll notice the little steps you've made and you'll see the difference.) And time also heals. Saiwa is relieved. He'd feared much worse because he'd been so upset about Jeb and Kiyoshi - and his own stupidity that he agreed to have a fake relationship to bring Kiyoshi fully back after he'd spent decades into that tree. Over the last months they'd been apart from each other, Saiwa not only calmed down but also came to the conclusion that it had been not really anyones fault. And each of them would do exactly the same again to help each other. There are no excuses to be made and there's no real reason to be angry or jealous. But he still is. He's jealous that Jeb and Kiyoshi live together now even tough he rejected to move in with Jeb when he asked him. And angry at the universe that they have to go through all these crazy madnesses all the time! And what Saiwa just still doesn't know: Is it possible to have a relationship under these circumstances? Will he ever be able to be the leader of the Boys and a worthy partner for Jeb? How will they deal with it when such things happen again? Even though they live in solitude in the Otherworld now, there is still so much going on. Jack even died during his Therapy Game! One day, they will have to return to the Muggle World and then they'll have the Council at their heels again...

Here, Kumo told Bunny the story how Kiyoshi became a diety and how Kiri, Little Goat and him watched over Kiyoshi all the decades he'd spend in the tree. Bunny listened with big eyes Ö.Ö Little Goat was already sleeping, he'd heard this story a million times before ^^'

They soon all got tired and went to their tents. Ji Ho and Vlad first, since teleporting the TukTuk around is draining them. But not as much as last time when they had to port two times to Tartosa and back plus Noxee and Greg to Tomarang and back home to Moonwood Mill.

It's so cute with all the wildlife around, even the birds stayed after their songs ended 🐦

Early next morning, Jeb dragged Vlad and Kiyoshi out to go for a run. Jeb goes jogging almost every morning and he even kept on doing this all the months while Ji Ho, Saiwa and Jack left to live at the Beach House after Saiwa's breakdown. Despite his heartache. It helped him to stay sane. Just running without thinking and worrying too much.

The little ones were already awake too and chatting with the Bunnies. Henford gossip holds a lot of new ideas and inspiration for their stories and the game! ^^'

True story! (I found out about the following last November when Lavina asked Francine's (Jeb's grandmother's) boyfriend out for a date 'casual friend time' and never posted it lol) Who said life in the countryside is boring?

Such a wonderful morning!

Before they return back to the campsite, they took a short break. Henford is just so beautiful. Jeb to Vlad: "You noticed too that Kiyoshi feels so much better since Jack is back, did you?" Vlad sighed. Yes, he noticed it. Kiyoshi is still far from his old self and doesn't talk much because he's absent and far away in his divine/demonic/whatever spheres his mind roams, but there is a significant improvement. There is a deeper connection between Jack and Kiyoshi, even though Jack declines it - and never felt it. But what are they supposed to do? Jack and Kiyoshi tried to be together but it just didn't work out and Jack almost died (twice) because he worked himself up during their (secret) relationship. They'd all promised to not keep any secrets from each other anymore. So they'll have to talk to Saiwa about this. Which will make him angry again because he's worried about Jack and he still hasn't fully recovered from his own breakdown... Jeb and Vlad sighed from the depths of their souls.

to be continued...

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest Current Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here Last Chapter: 🕹️ 'The One' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[oliiroo]

I saw @nerdynuala’s art of Rosie petting Alastor’s tuffs, (absolutely adorable, I am so soft) so here we are. ✨ This is what formulated in result. 👀

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“Ah, ah, ahhh-” Alastor sang in warning, the pointy tip of his microphoned staff pressing firmly into the shoulder of the spider demon in front of him. “That alcohol is clearly impairing your sense of judgement. I will warn you one more time… no touching.” His voice held a tint of playfulness, but every other nuance screamed forewarning.

The strain of his outwardly playful voice was ever so apparent, static in every other syllable growing more noticable as Angel’s persistence continued.

It was easy for one to deduce that Angel must have been pestering Alastor for some time now, leaving the radio demon’s already thin line of patience wanning even more so.

“Come ooon!” Angel let out an exasperated sigh, smacking the older demon’s microphone away from his shoulder, a dull ache left behind. “You might even enjoy it. I’m quite good with my hands, you know.” There was certain a trill to Angel’s voice that induced a spike of ire in the radio demon.

His smile tightened, a single eye twitching and as if on cue, the lights in the hotel lobby flickered warningly.

“Ah- Ahhh! Uh.. whatssssss’ um.. er- going on here, might I ask?” Sir Pentious interrupted abruptly, fingers twiddling with the ends of his suit coat awkwardly. There was a barely audible ringing becoming more and more unbearable to tolerate. It was another sign coming from Alastor that Angel’s little drunken game had gone on long enough.

Sir Pentious was not about to let things escalate further… for all of their sakes.

“Oh, nothin’.” Angel muttered, defeat in his voice. “Smiley over here is being a tightwad, s’all.”

“Aha... is that sssso?” Sir Pentious was not convinced.

“Angel is determined to test a rumor he’s heard about. I’m not even quite sure where he heard of such a frivolous thing.”

“Oh?” Sir Pentious cocked his head.

“Al’s ears are apparently suuuuper soft according to a certain joyous overlord. I jus’ wanted to test it out myself s’all, but mr. ‘stick in the ass’ over here won’t let me… not even a little touch.”

“Allow your imagination to run wild, my friend!”

Tch. “How boring.”

“Better than missing a limb, I’d imagine.” Alastor’s eyes narrowed challengingly, smile unwavering.

“Ehh, it’d grow back.” Angel shrugged with a frown. “You’re an enigma and it pisses me the hell off, ya kno-..”

Angel’s words were cut off as he watched the other enigmatic character who appeared out of nowhere start climbing up Alastor’s tall stature, giggling as she did so.

“Niffty! I-I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” Sir Pentious cried out, reaching towards her as if he was planning to grab her from Alastor’s shoulders before it was too late.

However, Niffty was quick to finally put all curiousity to rest, climbing to the appendages in question, grabbing them with vigor. She fumbled with the tuffs joyously.

“Suuuuper soft!” She giggled.

Angel’s and Sir Pentious’s eyes flicked from Niffty to Alastor speechless, hearts beginning to pick up pace.

…Oh shit.

Alastor’s smile had not faltered, but his eyes were clenched closed, a wrinkle very much visible just between his arched brows. After a moment, Alastor let out a defeated sigh of his own, shoulders dropping and attention moving upwards towards his favorite little companion.

“Well, I suppose the mystery has been solved!” Alastor hummed, seemingly unbothered.

Angel stared dumbfounded, gawking at the sight before him, “That’s it?!”

Niffty clearly had the ear touching pass, and quite frankly, Angel was offended.

“I don’t know what you expected.” Husk suddenly joined in from afar, stationed at the bar. “Everything about that red head is infuriating.” He muttered under his breath while cleaning out a whiskey glass.

[flufffilleddonut]

Mirthful Waltz

Summary - Alastor and Rosie practice dancing together, leading to a playful display of affection from the pair.

Word Count - 1100

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Rosie and Alastor were in Cannibal Town, spending the afternoon together in the plaza. The two Overlords had decided to practice their dancing, as it was common for people in Hell to burst out into song, and they needed to be prepared to perform together on the spot.

The pair was stationed in front of the town’s gazebo, with local residents milling about. Rosie placed a vinyl record on a vintage record player, making her way back over to Alastor as the record began to spin, the air being filled with a classy tune.

“Alright, Alastor! Follow my lead.” She grinned.

Rosie placed one hand on Alastor’s shoulder, and Alastor placed one on her hip. The fingers  on their free hands intertwined together, with Alastor’s microphone being held between their palms.

Rosie led Alastor as they swayed and bobbed in circles, using their joined hands to guide their movements. After a little while, Rosie paused, noticing that Alastor was slightly slouched over.

“Alastor, watch your posture. Your back must be perfectly straight.” She asserted.

Taking her hand off of Alastor’s shoulder and reaching around him, Rosie pressed her fingers against Alastor’s back, sliding her hand up. Her nails raked along the surface.

A strong shiver pierced through Alastor’s spine. The tingling sensation left by Rosie’s nails forced Alastor to hold back giggles, his grin straining and eyes widening, as his back involuntarily snapped up straight.

“There you go. Much… uh, you alright there, Al?” Rosie questioned, taking note of Alastor’s ‘deer-in-the-headlights’ expression.

Alastor blinked, regaining his composure.

“Never better, dear! I do suppose that I need to work on my ballroom dance-stance. Ha ha!” He stated, triumphantly laughing at his rhyme.

Unconvinced, Rosie experimentally trailed her nails along Alastor’s spine once more. This time, a crack of radio static escaped the demon.

Despite his attempts to hide his reactions, Alastor knew from the toothy-grin that Rosie was now brandishing, she could tell exactly what was going on.

“Rosie, my dear, let’s not-”

Alastor was cut off as Rosie seized his shoulder, pulling him into an elegant waltz once more. Sneaking her hand underneath his coat, Rosie began rapidly fluttering her fingers against his shoulder blade.

“Aha! Nohoho Rohohosie!” Alastor giggled, bringing his hand up to grab onto hers.

“Ah ah ah, mister! Keep your hand in position. You don’t want to mess up the dance even more, do you~?” Rosie cooed, continuing to flutter her fingers over the sensitive area.

Scrunching up his neck, Alastor brought his hand back down to Rosie’s hip.

“Ihihim nohot tryhying tohoho! Yohou ahahare dihistracting mEHE-!” Alastor’s giggles turned to laughter as Rosie let go of his shoulder and hand, instead moving her fingers down to violently vibrate against his ribs. The sound of radio static coming from the demon now rivalled the music from the record player.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Alastor? My fingers just want to dance, too! It’s not my fault your ribs make such a good dance floor.” Rosie teased, enjoying the genuine noises coming from her friend.

“NAHAHAHA! ROHOHOSIE! AHAHAHA!” Alastor laughed out, grabbing onto Rosie’s wrists.

Not letting up, Rosie began to spin the two of them in a circle, giggling along to the sounds of Alastor’s hysterics.

Her entertainment was short-lived, however, as Rosie soon felt something snake around her waist, pulling her off of Alastor with a sharp yank.

She watched as Alastor leaned over, bracing his hands on his knees as he slowly regained his breath. A tinge of fear rang through Rosie’s body as Alastor finally looked up, beginning to slowly approach her.

“Hey, Alastor, we can talk about this. You know I was just kidding, right? It was all in good fun. We were all having a good time.”

Finally reaching Rosie, Alastor grabbed hold of both of her hands.

“I do believe it is my turn to lead.” He said, looking Rosie dead in the eye.

Oh dear.

Carefully, Alastor raised one of Rosie’s arms and twirled her inwards, the cannibalistic Overlord then falling against his chest. Keeping her arm raised and swaying the pair side to side, Alastor held his microphone in the crook of his elbow, using his free hand to claw at Rosie’s stomach.

“Ahahalastor nohoho! Stahahap! Ehehe!” Rosie giggled, holding onto Alastor’s wrist as she tried her best to follow the dance.

“I believe that opportunity has come and gone, my dear.” Alastor said, releasing Rosie’s hand and halting his attack as he stepped backwards, allowing her body to dip back beside him.

Rosie struck a pose with her arms, feeling Alastor lean down and nibble at the edge of her neck.

“Nahahaha! Stohohop thahat!” She giggled furiously, moving to push at Alastor’s head.

“Arms in position, my dear~” He purred, continuing to nibble.

Rosie complied, simply enduring Alastor’s playful, revenge-oriented antics.

Alastor pulled Rosie back up, twisting her to face him. She placed her arms around his neck, while he placed his around her waist, and Rosie was dipped once again, this time out and away from the Radio Demon. Alastor then formed claws with his hands, roughly digging into Rosie’s hips as they remained in their current position.

“AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAL!” Rosie cackled, twisting around but not releasing her hold.

After a few moments, Alastor stopped his hands, bringing Rosie back up to her feet.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked, folding his arms behind his back in his signature position.

“Of course! There’s never a dull moment when you’re around, that’s for sure.” Rosie said, still catching her breath. “How about you?”

“Your company was as delightful as ever.” Alastor expressed, still feeling some light ghost tickles lingering on his ribs.

“We should do this again some-”

“Is that what you call dancing?!”

Alastor and Rosie looked over to see Susan watching them, a bitter look on her face.

“That was man-handling! Where was the elegance? The sparkle? The pizazz? You just kept laughing and diverging from the choreography!” Susan complained.

Alastor and Rosie shared a look. The two Overlords rushed over, collected their vinyl and record player, and hurried past Susan.

“Thanks for the feedback!” Rosie chimed.

“So sorry, but we must be off!” Alastor called out.

The two friends giggled as they made their way back to Rosie’s Emporium.

“That was a close one.” Rosie said, her arm linked around Alastor’s as they walked.

“Indeed it was.”

The events of that afternoon would be remembered by the Overlords for a long time, who made a mental note to practice their dancing in a Susan-free area, going forward.

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[abbu0414]

Gotcha. (Stu Macher x Reader)

A/N: Yall are so lucky I have been consumed by Matthew Lillard, he just saved my Tumblr account. Also this one's kinda...steamy.

word count: 1048

♪Song to listen to: Oblivion by Grimes♪

Shelves on the floor, books scattered and the TV still running the black and white movie that everyone was watching before they left. The big house had gone quiet and you and Sidney were the only ones left in the house. Stu had gone to the garage and never came back while Sid went upstairs with Billy. Bored and a little scared with the killer on the loose, you tried to find anyone to go home with safely. Safety in numbers you know. 

As you walk around the empty house you find yourself walking towards the garage door. You open the door and see broken beer bottles on the floor and the garage looking a mess. The big door was open and as your eyes wandered you saw a familiar pair of shoes dangling. A blood curdling scream left your lips as you tried to find Sid to get the hell out of that house. As you turn back around to run, you find the door locked and the only way out is the one that your friend Tate was hanging from. With no time to waste, you make a run for the garage door before someone grabs your wrist. You met face to face with Mr. Ghostface himself. Without thinking you rip your hand out of his grip and make a break for the door. Finally getting out of the garage and around the house to the front door you decide to find Sidney and get the fuck out of there. 

Running up the stairs you hear familiar laughter, but can’t quite pinpoint it. You begin to hear hurried footsteps up the stairs after you. Adrenaline filled, you make it up with no problem and begin pounding on the doors for Sidney. 

“SID? SID WE GOTTA GET OUT-” You feel a strong grip around your arm and hiss in pain. You’re dragged into a spare bedroom and thrown onto the queen size bed. As soon as you land on the bed you feel two legs straddling your waist and a singular hand pin both of your wrists above your head. You struggle against the hold of Ghostface, and with his other hand he raises the knife he’s been chasing you with. You open your mouth to scream but the knife hits the ground with a clatter. You look to the side surprised but Ghostface reaches to his face to remove the mask and drops it to the floor. 

“Gotcha Y/N.” Stu smiles and licks his lips. Your face looks in shock as you search his eyes for answers. 

“W-what? Why are you doing this Stu?” Tears form in your eyes as you register that your long time friend and crush was the one behind all the killings. He leans down to kiss your falling tears and laughs at your fear. 

“No, no, no baby…this isn’t how this is supposed to go.” He chuckles and holds your chin to look at him with his free hand. “You know…I’ve always had a thing for you Y/N.” He grins and your face scrunches up in confusion. “You’re like an addiction baby, I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Stu I love you b-but-” More tears fell as you tried to speak, but you were cut off.

“Aha! So you do like me~” You struggle again against his grip. As your breathing gets harder and you begin to freak out a little more, he gets close to your face. Planting light kisses on your neck, you fight the urge to make a noise until a little whimper leaves your lips. “So tense y/n…was it the knife? Did I scare you with the knife baby?” He continues to leave a trail of kisses on your jaw as he pushes your face in the opposite direction that he’s kissing you on. Even if you wanted to show you weren’t interested, your body betrayed you. He notices this reaction from you and grins before he chooses a spot on your neck and begins to lightly suck. You bite your lip with force as you feel him attacking your neck which causes it to draw blood. With every kiss, your body moved on its own, wanting more. He lets go of your hands above your head and waits for you to push him off, but you never do. It felt twisted, whatever this was. You knew that you should be cowering in fear, but the fact was, you were into it. The adrenaline rush, the act of getting caught, the fact that it was Stu… He leaves your neck and begins kisses down the bridge of your nose until he reaches your cupid's bow. Stu hovers there for a second, and right as you’re about to say something, he connects his lips with yours. 

As his hands move down to settle at either side of your hips, your arms snake up his chest and rest over his shoulders with one hand in his short and spiky blonde hair. His thumbs move in circles on your hip bones to try and loosen you up since the adrenaline still hasn't worn off. An idea pops into his head, and he slowly snakes his hands up your torso and eventually up your shirt. He stops his hands right before your boobs and on your upper ribs and gives you a little squeeze. As he squeezes, you gasp in surprise and he takes his chance to deepen the kiss. Feeling short of breath, you lightly push him off to get air. 

Nothing but the sounds of your mixed heavy breathing fill the room. Sirens could be heard approaching the house. “I gotta go babe, but I’ll be back. Don’t miss me too much…” He gives you a quick kiss on the neck and leaves you in the steamy mess he made you into. You lean up on your elbows and watch him leave out the window. Sidney comes and practically kicks down the bedroom door. 

“Hey! The cops are here, are you hurt?? Let’s get out of here, they’re taking Billy away.”

“...Billy?” You ask

“Yes! He was behind all the murders y/n. Let’s go home.” You get up off the bed and before you leave, you look behind you and see the open window.

...

Part 2? Yes? No?

[fluff-a-nutter]

Tickletober Day 12- Mischief

This was requested awhile ago by @blahhhhhhhohmigosh. Hope you enjoy!

You snickered to yourself as you doodled a goofy mustache on Eugene’s face with black ink. It was the finishing touch to your masterpiece of a prank. You had already stolen Varian’s goggles, rearranged Eugene’s countless hair and skin products, and turned Ruddiger green.

You were quite pleased with yourself and your mischief making.

You gasped as Eugene snorted awake, his eyes flying open.

You fumbled your drop the pen, but you only made things worse for yourself so you did the reasonable thing and bolted from the scene.

Eugene walked to his mirror to freshen up and screamed in horror.

“Y\N! You’re dead, kid!”

You laughed and continued running, not noticing Varian coming down the hall until you smacked into him.

“Aha! I knew it was you! Give me my goggles!”

Panicking, you blurted out in a very calm, not suspicious way,

“What goggles?”

Varian squinted at you, unamused by your attempt to play dumb.

“The ones on your head.”

“Oh those goggles! Nah, I think I’ll keep ‘em.”

You went to skip away, but Varian grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

“Give them back and give Ruddiger a bath, Y/N. Or else.”

You stuck out your tongue.

“Or else what, nerd.”

Varian was about to respond when Eugene stormed around the corner, his doodled face contorted in frustration.

“Oh, good! You got them Hairstripe.”

“Yeah. Let me guess. They did that to you?”

Eugene glared at you and you pulled a face at him.

“Yes, they did. As well as completely disorganizing my vanity! How am I supposed to wash this off if I don’t know where little Picasso here put the right cleanser!”

Varian snorted and disguised it as a cough.

“So what are we going to do with the little twerp?”

You gulped and tried to make a run for it, but Eugene grabbed you and held you up by the armpits.

“I know just the thing to teach our little friend here a lesson.”

The ex conman said, grinning at Varian before saying,

“They happen to be very ticklish.”

Varian’s eyes lit up and he grinned, atlash of his old villain days returning for a split second as he watched you thrash in Eugene’s grasp.

“Perfect.”

All hell broke loose as both sides of your stomach were ruthlessly tickled.

You screamed and thrashed, laughing hysterically and begging for mercy.

“So, you gonna apologize?”

Eugene’s asked from behind you.

“N-Never!”

Varian’s eyebrows shot up in amusement and surprise at your gall.

“No? Are you sure?”

Fingers dug in everywhere and anywhere they could find, leaving you hysterical and gasping for breath by the time you blurted,

“Nohohohoho! I’m sohohohorry! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything just stahahahahap!”

As soon as they started, the tickles stopped and you were set back on your feet.

“That’s good. No you are going to reorganize my vanity.”

Eugene said.

“And give me my goggles,”

You huffed and handed Varian his goggles.

“And give Ruddiger a bath.”

You were about to object, but Varian poked your side and threatened,

“Or we can just tickle you some more.”

“Okay, okay I’ll give the stupid trash panda a bath and help organize Eugene’s vanity!”

Both boys seemed pleased with the answer, but a few hours later when all was said and done Eugene screamed again when he realized you had swapped his shampoo with hair dye.

Hey, you were an agent of chaos. You had to.

[tiedyeflannels]

Adventure of a Lifetime

Kim Taehyung x reader

Chapter 1 | Masterlist

A/N: HI!!!! Welcome to my new Tae series! I'm so excited to start this because it's something that I've been sitting on for a while now, so I'm really happy I got around to writing it and get to share it with you! Also, any dialog in italics is said in English and (Y/s/n) will be your sister's name. I didn't want to name her in case someone has the name I chose, so I'll let you decide the name. Anyway, I hope you come along for the adventure and I hope you enjoy the story!

“Y/n, pack your bags! We’re going on a trip,” Jeong-Gyu exclaimed as he barged into my room in our shared apartment.

We had met in our first year of college during an art class and the rest is history, we’ve been best friends ever since. I furrowed my brows as I looked at him from my place on my bed. 

“What are you talking about? We haven’t planned a trip.”

He smirked.

“On the contrary,” he pulled out three slips of paper from his back pocket, “I seem to have three tickets to Korea that have my, your, and your sister’s name on them.”

He fanned them out and handed one to me. 

I took it and read the name on it, Y/n L/n.

I looked at him in disbelief, “Why and when did you do this?”

He flopped down at the foot of my bed and sighed, “Well you and Y/s/n are always talking about wanting to take a trip to Korea and I’m going back to see my family during break starting next week so I thought that I would take you two with me!”  

“Dude, how do you know that I’m not busy that week,” I asked, raising my eyebrows in defiance.

“Are you,” he challenged back.

I stared at him for a while before looking away with a pout, “No…”

He clapped his hands, “Aha! I knew it!”

“Listen, it doesn’t matter because I haven’t cleared it with my parents and you don’t know if Y/s/n can go.”

He got up and started for the door, “Done and she can go.”

He walked out and I hurriedly got up and followed him to the kitchen.

“What- when did that happen,” I asked, putting my hands on the kitchen island as he rounded it.

“I called your parents to ask if it was ok to take you two before I bought the tickets. As for Y/s/n, I asked her if she had anything planned for that week and she said “No. I never do” so all of the loose knots have been tightened,” he finished, popping a grape into his mouth.

I looked at him incredulously, “You. Are. Unbelievable.”

He smiled and shrugged, “I know! But make sure you start packing because we leave first thing Saturday morning!”

He happily ran off to his room as I processed what he said.

“Wait- You gave me a two day notice?! Jeong-Gyu!”

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“This is crazy,” I mumbled as we watched Jeong-Gyu talk with one of the people at the car rental place in the Incheon Airport.

“It’s cool and it’s a free trip! I’m pretty excited,” Y/s/n said, turning to me.

I turned back to her, “You are?”

She nodded.

“Even with the language barrier? You’re not worried?���

She shook her head.

“Nah, I’ve got you,” she gently bumped my shoulder with her own, “And him.”

She pointed over to Jeong-Gyu, who was now filling out paperwork.

“So the way I see it, I’ve got two free translators at the ready whenever I need!”

I lightly pushed her as I playfully rolled my eyes at her.

“That’s why I told you to learn some Korean! I’m gonna let you fend for yourself,” I laughed.

“You’re kidding. You would never do that to me,” she stated.

I looked at her with a smirk, “Watch me.”

She scoffed and pushed my shoulder. I glared at her before we both bursted out laughing. At that time, Jeong-Gyu walked up to us with papers and car keys in hand. 

“Y'all ready to head out? It’s about a three hour drive to Daegu,” he stated, looking between the both of us.

We looked at each other before nodding.

“Yep,” we said in unison.

We all grabbed our bags and followed Jeong-Gyu to the lot where we were to pick up our rental.

We got to the lot and searched for the license plate that matched the number on the paper. Once we finally found it, we placed our bags in the trunk and got in. Jeong-Gyu started the car and fiddled with the radio until he found something that we all liked.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the adventure of a lifetime?”

We cheered as he pulled out of the parking lot.

~

“In my opinion, that drive was entirely too short,” I exclaimed as we arrived at his house and got out of the car.

Looking around, it was beautiful. There were trees scattered around the front yard that were in the process of growing out all of their leaves. A few bushes lined the front of the house and the left side of the stone driveway.

Jeong-Gyu scoffed, “What do you mean ‘too short’? That was the longest drive in my life.”

We walked to the back and he opened the trunk.

“We’ve had longer drives than that in the States,” Y/s/n deadpanned and I nodded in agreement.

“That’s true, but I was talking about the scenery. It was so pretty,” I gushed, taking out my bag and placing it on the ground.

Taking out the rest of the bags, he closed the trunk and looked at us, “It was nothing, really.”

Y/s/n and I scoffed.

“That’s because you lived here for the majority of your life. This is the first time we,” I pointed between us, “have seen this in real life.”

“Ugh, imagine it in the fall,” Y/s/n dreamily sighed. 

I sighed along with her at the image as Jeong-Gyu rolled his eyes and started for the front door. We quickly got out of our daydream and followed him up the stairs to the porch. As we were standing in front of his parents' house, I was starting to get nervous as he rang the doorbell.

“Are you sure it’s okay for us to stay here? We’ve never met your parents in person and I wouldn’t want to inconvenience them with us staying here,” I said, looking at Jeong-Gyu.

Before I could get an answer, the door opened.

“Nonsense! We’re more than happy to have Jeong-Gyu’s friends here!”

Chapter 2

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[dujour13]

OC Kiss Week - day 6

A kiss for darling Lariel, who belongs to my friend @the-raging-tempest and exists in many incarnations across the multiverse 💜

Lariel’s skin prickles. It’s getting cold out here on the deck of the Bloodstone Rose and the salt spray has gradually soaked through her mourning dress, which will be even more uncomfortably stiff and edged with white when—or if—it dries. All the more reason to get rid of it, she decides, and the mental image of wadding it up and tossing it overboard gives her a small degree of satisfaction to distract from the stinging wind. Another itchy, constraining part of her old life to throw to the waves.

She’s reluctant to return to the cabin despite the chill, and despite that she’s all too aware she’s obstructing the sailors’ work and they don’t dare ask the weather witch to move aside. Inside it’s stuffy with beer and sweat and she feels even more of a nuisance in the narrow spaces, and besides, Zrise is more sullen than usual today. She wishes she had someone else to talk to. She wishes the sailors would dare speak to her, but they’re as aware of her social status as of her ability to bend the wind to her will and they just dip their heads and say “Miss” and hurry off whenever she opens her mouth. It only occurs to her this moment that Zrise may have done something to intimidate them, zealously protective as he’s been since they left the city.

She wanted to be happy out here on the open sea, but she feels just as trapped and useless and isolated as ever.

When a violent shiver runs through her frame she reluctantly turns to go inside, but catches sight of another passenger, the colorfully dressed bard, and is suddenly frozen in the grip of her loneliness.

Of course he won’t notice me, she thinks, a small, dark, shivering ghost in her ruined charcoal gown and mourning scarf.

But he does notice her. He grins and beckons. “Watch this.”

He tosses something into the wind and a gull stoops for it, and another gull sweeps in from below and steals it from the first’s beak, and the sky is full of their plaintive cries and frenzied flapping.

Then he hands her something and she reaches for it without thinking. It’s a slimy day-old shrimp.

“Go on,” he encourages her.

Lariel has no intention of tossing this shrimp feebly over the gunwale. She takes a step back, draws back her arm and whips it out as hard as she can. The shrimp arcs up into the gray sky. There is another angry, shrieking explosion of feathers. She and the bard laugh together and she forgets about the chill for a moment.

He nods toward the dark clouds on the horizon. “One of yours?”

“No,” she says. “A regular storm.”

“Oh no. Regular storms make me sick. You know what’s funny though? Yours don’t.”

“They don’t?”

“It’s weird. The ship pitches, but somehow knowing we’re in good hands and we’re headed somewhere makes me feel like it’s going to be all right.” He touches the pendant at his throat. “Kind of like Desna. Tymora, you call her here.”

“I wish I could tell you we were headed somewhere,” she murmurs, almost too quietly to be heard over the wind.

“You’re running from something.” As if it’s a joke he says this with mock gravity, although not without sympathy. “Let me try to guess. I’m an expert palm reader. May I?”

Lariel can only imagine Zrise’s reaction to this person prying into their affairs—but Zrise isn’t here, is he? She offers her small, cold hand.

“Hm,” he peers closely at her palm and pokes at the creases as if teasing out their secrets. “Aha. Here it is. Escaping an arranged marriage.”

Her eyes widen. She looks at her own hand. “Where do you see that?”

But when she glances up she realizes he’s laughing at her gently. “Your brother told me.”

“Oh.” She reddens but his teasing seems so friendly she can only laugh. “Wait—my brother told you that?”

“We talked,” he shrugs, as if it’s normal that Zrise would confide anything to anyone.

She frowns at him sidelong.

He misunderstands. “Don’t worry, this is not a bid to besmirch your honor. I’m not much for besmirching ladies.”

She remembers Zrise’s tirade about her naiveté with Venan and decides to stay on her guard, but it’s so nice to just talk to someone. “I suppose you’re running away from something too.”

“I like to think of it more as running towards something,” he says, looking hopefully out to the horizon.

“Towards what?”

“I’ll know when I get there.”

Lariel laughs with delight. “That sounds wonderful,” she says, but she’s unable to hide a hint of wistfulness in her voice.

“No reason you shouldn’t look at it that way too.”

He’s right, she realizes. Her mind has been so mired in that prison of a family manor and escaping from it that she still feels its drag on her every thought, the oppressive hands of the past pulling her under so she’s hardly had a moment with her head above water just to breathe. Unconsciously her hand goes to her throat.

Before she can answer, the cabin door slams open with a splintering crack and her brother Zrise stomps out, dragging something that turns out to be the scruff of the young redheaded sailor’s neck—the only sailor who dared speak to her once. He hauls the whimpering man like a dog toward the gunwale, and for a moment Lariel thinks he’s going to throw him to the gulls like a shrimp, but then Zrise notices her standing there with the bard and his face slackens from rage to an awkward, forced smile.

“Can’t take a joke, can you?” he snaps at the young sailor, dropping him to the deck like a rag. “I wasn’t really going to…”

Lariel expects Zrise to storm up and “escort” her back into the cabin but he’s gone an odd shade of his usual pale and seems… embarrassed? He’s wearing his stupid boots like he’s trying to impress someone. To her surprise he slinks back into the cabin without another word.

She and the bard rush to the aid of the sailor but as soon as he’s on his feet he’s away, and neither of them says a word about it as they go back to contemplating the horizon together.

When at last the chill starts getting under their skin they head into the cabin. The sailors are watching an approaching ship on intercept course and muttering about pirates.

“Looks like things are about to get even more interesting,” says Lariel, trying to feel optimistic.

“I’m not worried. You have a damn good arm,” says Siavash. He kisses her on the cheek and she feels her optimism float up and crystallize. “It’ll be fine.”

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Hey There! Can I request a Home X Reader please? Like reader is housesitting for Wally?

Knock, Knock, Knocking On My Heart

Home x Puppet! Reader

TW: Small tense scene

Hello, hello, hello, there! Oh, absolutely, you can!! I'm so excited! I've never written for Home before besides headcanons! So new, so exciting!

Oh! Also! New announcement!! I now have interwebs access at my humble abode! This will make putting these up on here much easier. In the meantime, I hope this fanfic will appease you all!

Thump!

You set the last heavy box in the trunk and closed it with a thud. You listened to the hushed voice of Wally comforting Home as you grabbed up his small bag and placed it in the backseat of his car. It was almost never used, as nobody---Wally and yourself included---really had any reason to leave the neighborhood. His car was bright red like a newly ripe apple, and so clean and shiny from not being used you had to keep from looking at many parts of the exterior so you wouldn't go momentarily blind. Today, however, was a special occasion for Wally to finally use it.

Wally had told you him and a few of the other neighbors---Barnaby, Julie, and Frank---would be leaving on a few days trip. Due to Home being alive and Wally caring deeply for his companion building, asked you to watch over them while they were gone. Wally had never specified what the trip was, only making small mention of a convention of some kind and something about fans.

"A convention about fans?" You asked him. "My, why would anyone need to hold a convention about fans? You can just buy them at the Bugdega. Are there really people that like fans that much?" Barnaby laughed, putting his paw on your shoulder, which ended up being more on most of your arm with your size difference.

"But Teacup, it's more than just fans. It's A/Cs, it's freezers, it's---" Barnaby was interrupted by Wally's monotone robotic laugh.

"Oh, Y/N, it's something you'll learn about soon. You're just not ready yet. Maybe we'll take you and show you next time what we really mean." You quirked an eyebrow at your fellow puppet friend. You could never tell what thoughts or knowledge were behind those unchanging eyes of his. Barnaby always knew, though. Plenty of times were had where you wished you could do the same. Kind of like now.

"Oh, Home, it's okay. I'll only be gone for a few days. Y/N will be here to keep you company until I get back. And some of the other neighbors will still be here, too." You turned to face Wally and patiently watched him pat Home's side as the latter continued to protest and whine through their creaks and knocks.

"Wally," You called out to him. Wally paused his hushed comforts to Home, but continued to stare up at it. You noticed in the corner of your eye Home's gaze turned to you. "Wally, it's all packed up. Ready to go whenever you want." Wally patted Home once more and upon meeting Home's gaze, nuzzled his face against Home's wall. Home creaked once more. It was hard not to notice the distinct shattering sound from somewhere inside, but Wally ignored it.

"Oh, Home," Wally cooed. "It's okay. I'll be back soon. I have to go now. Goodbye, Home. I love you." The two of you watched Wally walk away and get in his car. He adjusted the rear view mirror and his smile grew wider upon seeing the two of you. That was the last of him you saw for the next few days as he drove off into the horizon.

Feeling a knot twist up in your stuffing for the old building, you patted Home's side as they stared off where Wally once was. "It's okay, Home." You called out to the building. "He'll be back before you know it." Yet Home's longing stare never left that road. You racked through your felt head for ideas on comforting Home, until finally...

"Aha!" Your yelp finally drug Home's eyes away from the road and down to your small figure. "I know, maybe we can make something for Wally when he gets back! What do you think, Home?" You turned back up to Home and waited. They only stared back. You were beginning to become unsure of your idea working when you heard the faintest creak from the building. You quirked your eyebrow and tilted your head.

Oh, right. You can't understand Home.

It was strange to you. Everyone else in the neighborhood could understand Home to some degree, but for you---as the newest resident only having moved in a month ago---had no idea what Home was ever saying. Usually whenever Home would talk to you, another one of your neighbors would be there to translate. Wally was often the one to most often translate for you due to the two of you being best friends and Barnaby would be the one to translate when Wally wasn't there (which you recall only happening once.) You, Wally, and Barnaby were an unbreakable trio, but now there was just one of the three here: you. With no one to help you understand.

This is going to be a problem.

Home was quick to notice your expression and rolled their eyes. Faintly, the ringing of a phone was inside. Home opened the door for you, and you walked in.

The inside was painted in warm colors and sunlight, and the living room sat as it usually did. With chairs in various colors and shapes and paintings and photos of your friends, Home, and other parts of the neighborhood lining the walls. Memorabilia from the neighborhood’s past adventures sat neatly placed upon a shelf, right beside Wally’s only apple—a fake one Barnaby had secretly replaced when the old one got rotten. You had been sworn to secrecy to never tell the third person of your trio. A small canvas in the corner of your eye caught your attention. You barely noticed it hanging in the corner of a wall, but painted on it was you. Laughing away under a bright colored tree on a warm spring morning. Dirt, grass, and flowers adorned your hair, almost forming a crown upon your dainty head.

"Stay still..." Wally hummed away a tune as he painted on the canvas. You did your best to keep your form as still as it could possibly be. You were sitting under his favorite tree, admiring the sky's clouds to take your mind off of being a muse.

It was quite flattering when the shorter puppet had asked you to be as such. The others nearby encouraged you to take the offer, telling you how great of a muse you would be and how well Wally painted. It wasn't uncommon to the others for Wally to paint them from time to time, and soon enough it would be a common occurrence to you and you'd get used to it. So you did.

Wally's canvas faced towards Home and Barnaby so they could watch the two of you. Barnaby noticed how stiff you were, and decided to begin making jokes. Sarcastic jokes, puns, improv, one liners, everything he knew to get you to laugh. At first Home had scolded him---at least according to Wally---and reminded him how difficult it can be to stay still when you want to laugh. But within the next few minutes, you heard squeaks and creaks from the house and monotone laughter from Wally.

Yet you remained strong. You needed to be still for Wally's painting, after all. But Barnaby continued, pushing even further to make you laugh. It started as a sweet rush, then a bubble, then restrained giggles, until finally you couldn't take it anymore. You broke out in laughter and brought a hand up to stifle it. But---uh oh---!

"Wha---Oof!"

Your body tipped over. Your only support was the very same hand you used to cover your smile and giggles. The others broke out in full uncontrollable laughter. You felt your face go hot. There you were with your new neighbors and friends, laying on the ground from making the dumb decision of using the wrong hand, now with smudges of dirt across your clothes and face along with grass stains. Your head tipped down as your entire face began to feel warm. Home was the one to stop laughing---you assumed that's what it was---and began talking.

"Oh, you're right, Home." Wally responded after his laughter had died down. Barnaby quieted his own laughter to listen as well and things went quiet. You refused to look up at them. How could you? You just made a fool of yourself! You pushed strands of hair out of your face and began smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothing. Maybe you can brush it off like it was nothing. Maybe you can still recover and make it seem like it was on purpose so you won’t look like an idiot. Maybe---

A blue furry hand caught your eye. Barnaby and Wally stood over you. Barnaby was offering you his hand, while Wally held some cleaning wipes.

"You okay there, Teacup? Didn't fall too hard and stop working that head of yours, right?" Barnaby smiled his usual lazy goofy smile down at you. You stammered for an answer, and your face flushed even hotter. After a moment, you reached for his hand, and he pulled you up as if you were light as a feather. Before you could process what was happening, a wet wipe was smudged across your face. It tickled. Your larger friend ruffled your hair and made a few small jokes.

You couldn't help your laughter. It bubbled out of you before you could even stop it. Home was the first to laugh alongside you. Then Barnaby, and finally Wally.

It was such a sunny warm day. The perfect day to laugh with your best friends.

It wasn't uncommon for you to have ever been in Home, but it felt...empty without Wally or Barnaby by your side. Like it had a spark, but it was just a spark on the outside. With no optimism or energy or motivation behind it. It was just a shiny light.

The red phone on the side table continued to ring.

You picked up the receiver and brought it to your ear. Which of your neighbors was calling?

"Yes. I think that'd be a great idea, Y/N." A whisper slithered from the other side.

Your breath hitched. "Who..." You paused. A little twist formed in your stuffing.

It made you feel sick.

"Who is this?" Another pause, but from the other side of the line. Then that same whispering voice.

"Home." The windows turned to eyes to look down at you. In this neighborhood, despite being short, you had never felt small. This was the first time. But the feeling dissipated as soon as it formed.

"Oh, Home!" You chirped. "I didn't know you could do this! That's so cool! I can understand you now!" Your cheeks flushed warm as you noticed the stare of Home. "I'm sorry I couldn't before." Another pause.

The silence was deafening.

"It's okay. You'll learn." Yet another pause. But this time the air felt lighter. Home’s stare wasn’t boring into you as much anymore. That’s right. Home isn’t a threat to you. "What about a painting?"

You nodded and skipped over to a cabinet. Inside were Wally's paints and paintbrushes, and stored in a nearby dresser were his canvases. You quickly set two canvases up for the two of you before a thought occurred to you. So, you put the receiver back to your ear and called to Home.

"How will you be able to paint on the canvas?" There was no answer, only silence. Then a small tap on your shoulder. You bolted around, expecting some figure to be lurking behind you—but instead finding something much more peculiar. A curtain reached out to you as if it were an arm, and the end was balled up to act as a hand. You looked to the other curtain, and in its other make-shift hand was a brush. You gawked at the sight, and Home creaked in a rhythmic tone. It echoed through the walls and halls, and you heard that same whisper laughing through the phone.

"I can do so much more than you think." The voice echoed, a bit less monotone now.

And that was the start of your friendship with Home. Before you had always seen Home as another neighbor, but there was a solid wall between the two of you to keep you from getting closer. And now that wall was demolished. Over the course of the next few days, Home had taught you some basic "building language", the two of you had created many things and done so many activities together, and had conversations that lasted for hours at a time.

The first night you had stayed there, Home had reassured your fears of the dark and monsters in the halls, and talked with you about meaningless things throughout the night until you fell asleep. The second night Home had told you stories of the neighborhood and of a world long ago—long before you even existed, you were sure. The third night you fell asleep with no problems. You were safe with Home. You knew that by now.

You had found Home had many stories to tell, and was much more friendly and wonderful to get to know than you had first realized. With Home, you never had to worry about making a fool of yourself. With Home, you could be yourself completely, and they adored it. They adored you, just as much as you adored them.

By the time Wally, Barnaby, Julie, and Frank came back there was something different between the two of you. The spark that seemed to leave with the others was back stronger than ever shared between you and the colorful building. Stronger than any spark you had with everyone else. More bright, more colorful, more meaningful. You two were inseparable. Well…metaphorically speaking, that is.

Who knew a random average puppet like you would mean so much to a living building? And who knew an average building like Home would mean so much to a wonderful puppet?