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13tinysocks · 2 days ago

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My Dead Girlfriend

The GDA scrambles to recoup losses. Relationships begin and end- badly. [Invincible Variants x reader]

TW: I dunno. It's! Uhm! Ref, you shouldn't say that!

[Part one] [4] [Ao3] [6]

5 * Godspeed, Kid [8k]

"You broke my heart,

I hope you die,

Emptier than how I feel inside,

And when you lay your head to rest at night I hope that you,

Never fall asleep when you think of all the things you do."

Plate Glass Apology - Apes of the State

"He's not even gonna see it." Your nosy co-worker says.

"It's the principle." You say, pouring the milk slower, getting to the bottom of the pitcher where the thick foam sat. "Can't work up the guts to say something so," your words ebb as you delicately shake the pitcher, letting a glob of foam sit atop the caramel latte, "I'll do this until he notices." With a flick of the wrist, you strike the glob through. Leaving a heart of milk foam you hide under a white lid.

"Black Americano, London fog, and a caramel latte for Nolan." You push the drinks out all at once. A teenage boy slides off a tall chair at the center table in the lobby. You avert your gaze as he grabs the order, muttering thanks. You watch him walk away, feeling heat in your cheeks and butterflies in your belly.

He slides into the chair, passing out drinks. Not taking the lid off the cup, not noticing again. It's whatever, you're too scared to say what you want. Too shy. What were the chances anyway? Cute boy and a yearning barista?

His brick wall of a father catches your eye. Mustache twitching up at you before he turned to his son. He speaks low, so low you can't hear. "I think that girl likes you, Mark."

Mark stiffens, going bright red. "T-there's no way you know that."

Nolan sips his Americano. Nothing close as good to the real thing, but passable for a peaceful morning with his family. "Oh, I know."

His mother laughs into her palm. The order printer spits out a ticket, you get back to work.

At some point, your manager sets you behind the register. The Saturday mid-morning rush is killing you. Understaffed, flooded with orders. The customers keep coming with no end in sight. You're the only cashier, and the people are getting impatient.

You can feel the waves of contempt wafting off everyone behind your current customer. Some middle-aged nobody who was currently driving you insane. "I want something hot, no, cold, wait, mmm, maybe hot." You make recommendations. "It has to be keto. Are any of your syrups gluten-free? What's the calorie count per squirt of syrup? Do you have sugar-free milk?" You try and try to steer her in the right direction but she won't listen. The line is growing and honestly, you want it to move so you can talk to the boy in line. Holding his cup, blushing, looking at his feet, then at his parents for moral support.

You shouldn't do it. Using your powers in public was a terrible idea, it always was. People don't much like mind-fuckers. You'd been demure using them. Controlling people wasn't right, it felt icky. You were determined to be good and very, very normal.

But you have no choice. She's not shutting her fat lip and you wanted to flirt.

You lean forward past the register, whispering, "You're gonna get a black coffee. Gonna love it so much you'll tip me twenty bucks. Then you're never coming back."

Her eyes glazed. "One black coffee, please."

"Coming right up!"

He's two customers behind. You get them out of the way. Lean on the register, like you're too cool for fast food- or is it fast coffee?

He sets the cup down, looking anywhere but at you, "Tell me if I'm being weird or crazy or whatever but uhm..." He lifts the lid. The heart had melted into the latte. Oh, he hadn't seen it, had you just forgotten the caramel syrup? He didn't actually want to talk to you.

Across the cafe, his father loudly cleared his throat.

Mark forced himself to make eye contact. "Uh. I just wanted to say this is like, the best latte I've ever had and I uhm- wanted to give you something." He fumbled with a scrap in his back pocket. Pushing it into the tip jar. You see numbers hastily written on the back of his dad's receipt. Then he's flipping open his thin wallet, "I'm also gonna actually tip too don't worry, I'm not that full of myself."

Your fingers fish the number out the jar. "This is more than enough for me." The words hit him like a mallet. He almost jumps out his shoes. Horrified a girl actually flirted with him.

And that's how it started. A nudge from Nolan turned into texting late at night about shitty minimum wage jobs. Turned into his mom driving you to the theaters, to a first kiss for you both, after seeing a terrible adaptation of a comic book. Turned into wanting to go to college together, you'd never even thought about college before. Turned into him saying he'd help you figure out the money situation. You lived alone as a teenager, circumstances, life and powers you didn't tell him about. Turned into a single job for Machine Head, offering enough money for tuition.

The funny thing was, Mark gave you his number the same day you caught Machine Head's camera eye. Hell, in the same five minutes. He'd been right behind the lady you'd hypnotized. Came up to the counter when the rush died two hours later. Long after he'd left, come back just to give you a sleek business card. His number, the address of his high rise suite.

"If you ever wanna actually do something with your life." He'd said. And with him and Mark, you actually started to consider it.

***

He's leaned over her body, bandaged and still. Pulse slow but strong. Leg in a sling hung off the ceiling. His new mask resting on the edge of her bed. Not looking up when Cecil walked in, followed by you.

"I already told you, I'm not leaving her." He says. Back moving as he speaks. So much wider than when you knew it. Voice deeper, matured, and so tired.

"Yeah, yeah, they could come busting down the door any minute to kill her to get at you." Cecil says, "But I just hit them with all I've got and they're fine, Mark. So please, turn around and talk to us."

"No."

Cecil turns to you, jutting his jaw toward Mark. Telling you to talk. You already know your powers won't work on him. You were still weak from Narcan. Exhausted from being passed around and almost dying. So God forgive you if you don't speak with good faith.

"You're pathetic."

At that, he whips around. Brows twisting. "Who-" He stares, taking seconds to process, too long. You're almost unrecognizable. No light in your eyes. No teenage awkwardness. No smile. "If you're bringing her out to convince me, the answer's still no." He turns back to Eve. You're not important enough to look at longer than twenty seconds. There was none of the barely contained want you saw in the alternate Marks, no immediate recognition.

Your fists ball. You were just a chess piece of Cecil's to him?

"He almost fucking vaporized me with nukes and they're fine." You would play the role of pawn just fine. Your anger at the situation was genuine, leading you right into Cecil's trap. "If that won't work, nothing will. The planet needs you."

"Then Eve needs me more than ever." He says hollowly.

You want to vomit. All over him and his puppy-dog eyes. All over her and her pretty face, and altruistic personality- always thrown in your face on the news.

It had nothing to do with the current happenstance but it comes ripping out of you.

"Do you even care that you ruined my life?" He doesn't respond. You want to hit something. Break someone's bones. You remember Seventeen falling to the ground dead. The swirl of emotions you felt. You think if you did it again, there'd only be one emotion.

You go on, watching for a reaction. A shoulder slump, a sigh, anything. "I owed Machine Head after the job because I didn't deliver. You threw me in jail. He protected me. I owed him more, and if I didn't pay up, he'd kill me. Do you even know what I had to do? Did you ever think about it? I never even got to finish High School, Mark!"

He doesn't flinch. Braced for a lashing. You realize then and there. He'd must've known you'd gone back. He worked for the GDA long enough for someone to fill him in. Flew over the city all the time. Knew people who knew people. He'd have heard it through the grapevine at some point. He'd only come looking the once. Maybe thinking to himself in his stupid puppy brain that you were better off without him. That you could make your way in the world. That you didn't want to see him and weren't totally drowning and in such desperate need of saving.

"Look at me." You try to grasp for power that doesn't come, you could make him, but you can't. Your lips wobble. Cheeks burning with humiliation. Not only because he wouldn't look at you but Cecil was there, witnessing the whole thing. You turn your mind to something more pressing, another thing that makes you so angry you want to rip off heads. "If you're gonna fuck the planet over, have the decency to look at me and tell me you're not helping."

His head dips. Leaning closer into Eve's orbit. "No. The answer's no. I can't leave her."

He won't look at you. You're nothing but an unimportant memory. Something in you breaks. The onslaught of Marks you didn't even know cared about you more. But what had you been expecting from him? Hope for a romance re-lit? Hope to have the balls to kill him? You don't know.

You hold back tears. Force your quavering lip into a hard line. "Fine. You won't do shit? I will." Cecil looks at you, brow raised as if he wasn't wanting for one of you to step up.

"I'll figure it out." You tell him as you storm out the room. Unable to hold the tears any longer.

***

You're gone. Gone. Blasted to dust. Dead, again.

He knew the trap was coming, but he couldn't stop it and save you at the same time. He thought he could be stronger, faster, but that damn noise got him. Made his ears pulse and bleed even with the noise cancellation device in his suit. Hell, part of him hoped since the others seemed to care so much, maybe they'd stop the bombs.

Now he's in the pit that used to be an island. Ocean water roaring down the ledge. Looking for pieces of you. But there is nothing but water and rock.

He checks his tracker, coming to his senses after minutes of reeling. Your dot doesn't appear. Your vitals no longer showing in the corner of his lenses.

He wants Angstrom to appear. Wants to rip that engorged brain off his scalp. He should've known it was a ruse, a sick joke because you were dead everywhere but here, and no way in hell would he- or any of them- be so lucky as to hold you again.

Angstrom doesn't come. Nor do anymore bombs. The planet is out of defenses.

One by one the Marks give up. Speeding off the to nearest city to level or person to kill. Blaming this world for false hope. Leveling it more than it already had been. Suppose that's what Angstrom was planning. For that, he'd kill the bastard whenever it was time to meet at the rendezvous.

***

There is nothing to do but wait. Cecil withheld the remaining heroes in safe houses across the globe. The ones that didn't listen, the ones that thought letting the Invincible's scourge the planet was stupid, never came back. Cecil's plan was simple, wait for it to be over. He'd tried taking them down one by one, tried en masse, tried everything but only a handful fell. The remaining were too much for any defense the planet had and the real Invincible wasn't lifting a finger to help.

So Cecil made every other hero follow suit. Biding his time. Waiting to launch the rescue missions rather than offense.

He did things where he could. Trying to contain. Remotely launching tear gas specially compounded to fuck up a supe, but of course it did nothing to Viltruimtes. Playing that awful sound that made Mark weak. Except most speakers on the planet couldn't play it at the correct pitch, so the most it did was cause a minor annoyance before the speaker was smashed.

Psycopomp watched as you avoided everybody. As you went unpunished for your crimes, many of the same things she'd done, but shit. Making people do as you said was just immoral. At least with the dead, they couldn't feel or even know what was happening.

Cecil wanted Psychopomp to help. To zap her into areas under attack for her to raise the re-dead re-animen. She refused because he let you walk free.

Then he'd laid it on her like this, "There's only a handful of people on the planet left with a chance of killing any of the alternate Mark Graysons. She took one out single-handedly, that's not for nothing. Listen, if you help us we can think about opening an investigation on (Y/n) but as long as this lasts, we need her."

Psychopomp agreed. Glazing over the word think. She was sent into the field, one disaster after another raising the dead undead. Watching them get killed again and again. Being zapped back to the GDA just to be sent somewhere else in the next five minutes, rinse, repeat.

Day one was bad, day two was worse, and on the dawn of three the destruction started to lull. Cecil lost more employees than he'd thought possible. The hospital wing keeping Eve alive was down to three staffers working round the clock. They'd drop of exhaustion any moment and they'd all be fucked because Mark, the real Mark, would be so angry he'd finish the destroying the planet before his alternates could.

Then there was you.

Hovering around the remains of the GDA headquarters like a ghost. Useless because you didn't understand military strategy. Petty gangwar bullshit didn't apply anywhere here. Nowhere else to go because there's nowhere to go, as if Cecil would let you leave anyway. Keeping you around as a last resort, plans tumbling around in his balding head. Nothing solid enough.

So he let you wander, let you have time alone in the one working bathroom, washing your body with hand soap and mineral thick water. Didn't bat an eye when you pulled the armor off a guard's corpse. Even down to the white tank top undershirt and shorts he wore under. Least you had the decency the put the guy's hands over his dick.

Cecil wasn't blind or stupid. You dressing yourself in the black and green armor of a GDA solider was no coincidence. There were plenty of dead lab techs to take normal clothes off.

You looked for nearly an entire day for a pulse rifle that was fully loaded and still shot. Most of the dead guards fought for their lives before being cut down. You could shoot, but had no idea how tech this advanced was reloaded. Hell, just holding the rifle felt awkward compared to your six-shooter. It wouldn't be enough and you knew it. But you didn't know what else you could do.

You practiced firing, using guns with less ammo. It was the only thing that felt useful to do. The only thing that felt right, because marching into the hospital wing and shooting Mark wasn't an option.

The last of the engineering staff reverse-engineered the remnants of the cuff they'd broken off your ankle. Barely. The signal was spotty, and his location was never exact but they had an estimate of where one of them was at all times.

It rose alarms when his signal was stopped above the Grayson household. Cecil cut to the closest working cameras he had, which happened to be real close since he had dozens of eyes on the Grayson's since Nolan went rogue.

The tracked one wasn't alone. Hovering over his childhood home was Mark, Mark, Mark, and Mark, and a handful more Mark's. They were speaking so far from the nearest micro-mic the sensor could barely pick up the words.

"--s taking him so lon-"

"How is he late? He-- -teleport."

"Stop whini--"

You push off the wall. You'd been waiting. Watching. Hoping a handful of them would group up again and you could kill Mark over and over and over. All you could think about these last two days was Mark. His back toward you. How long it'd taken him to recognize you. The memory of meeting at your shitty job. The anger boiled you alive. Made you stupid enough to stay with the GDA and not move into a safe house. Though Cecil never suggested you did. Part of him hoped you could do something.

Their conversation carried on. You moved to Cecil's side, pulling the dead guard's helmet over your head. "I'm going." Your tone leaves no room for argument.

He should argue. You're barely a real adult. So much to live for. So easy to kill in a Viltrumite's hands. But he doesn't, because he knows you killed one of them, you could kill more. Rest and rage have fueled you with diesel and you're ready to light the match.

"Are you sure?" Donald turns from the screen, monitoring the Marks. "There's no guarantee we can get you out once we send you in." The teleporter was fixed for a few hours, but sending in all those re-animen for the bombing? Fucked it over again. The first few times they sent out Psychopomp, she was fine, but the last trip went bad. You vaguely heard she refused to go back out into the field. That the teleporter didn't work when it was supposed to, that she got hurt by one of them.

But at least she found Caligula while running for her life. Fuzzball came bounding up to her, happy to run beside her. She was smug when she'd come back despite shaking and being paler than an eggshell. Caligula sometimes came to you for love, but it wasn't enough to heal the chasm that'd opened in your chest. You shooed him away, no love to give. Psychopomp took the role of mommy dearest.

Fine by you.

You weren't actively suicidal, just angry. Spiteful. In your wildest dreams, you thought of people praising you for bravery. Cash prizes and a penthouse. Everyone knowing Mark didn't go to the final confrontation, but you had. He let you go alone so he could be sad at his girlfriend's bedside.

Then again, you didn't give two horse shits about saving the planet. You knew you wouldn't live to see glory and that was fine. You wouldn't know how to live with glory. To uphold a shiny new hero status. You were bad and couldn't conceive of any other way you could be.

"I'm sure." You tilt your head toward the teleporter, "Are you going to let me go or not?"

Cecil's scarred lip twitched. "It's a death sentence." His words weren't meant to convince you away. They were a warning label slapped down for legal reasons.

"I know." You made your way to the teleporter. The men trailing behind you.

You look back at the screen. The Marks chatter on. You let the rifle rest on your knee while your hand goes to your pocket.

"You should know drugs like that don't actually enhance powers." Cecil nods to your soldier pants where you'd stuff the last two bottles of codeine atop your phone, wallet, keys, other odds and ends. As if you'd need them where you were going. Old habits, they say.

"They do for me." Your foot hovers over the teleporter edge.

"We've done extensive testing on drugs combined with powers. Enhancements are always from a placebo." Donald says, robo jaw clinking.

You don't want to believe him, but you do. Because the 'power-up' was never consistent. You drop the bottle back into your pocket. Just another thing you had hoped for that wasn't true. "Well, thanks for ruining the placebo."

"Doesn't help anyone if you overdose," Cecil says gruffly.

A wry smile ticks your lip under the gray-tinted visor. "You saying you believe in me?"

"You're the last chance we've got, so I have to." He can't see but you roll your eyes.

Your foot comes down on the teleporter platform. You turn to the tech running the thing, "Get me close enough to shoot but not close enough to immediately die." They nod.

"Hey!" Her voice cuts the room, the finality of the moment. Psychopomp weaves around Cecil and the techies. Right side of her supersuit torn away. Banadages wrapped tight around the stump that came a few inches off her shoulder. Entire arm gone. You hadn't noticed, so lost in your own head.

"You said there'd be an investigation." She says before Cecil tells her to go lay down. The medical staff barely saved her life yesterday.

"I said I'd think about it." Cecil says, waving to a tech to get started on powering up the teleporter.

She snarls, rearing on you. "So what? You're just gonna leave on some suicide mission before telling me where my brother is? Like it'll make up for all the shit you've done? You a hero now?"

You blink slowly at her. Unbothered because so much worse had happened these last days you couldn't bring yourself to care. Around you, the machine rattles and glows.

"Tell me!" She snaps.

"If he wasn't dead before, he's dead now." Not an admission, by any means, but enough for her to put the puzzle pieces together.

Just before you're zapped away to your early grave, Cecil says, "Godspeed, kid."

The light around you apexes. You can't see anymore. "Fuck you."

You hear her voice, not letting you get the last word in, "No!"

You're shoved backwards. A hand on your arm. Then you're both gone. Leaving Cecil to care for the cat, already winding around his legs.

***

Back-first, you hit the pavement. Head cracking against the ground. Armor absorbing the blow.

Psychopomp peeled herself up wobbily on her one arm. Shoddy supersuit no match for the unpaved road.

She's going to scream questions about her brother. Going to call their attention to you. You do what needs to be done- crack the side of her head with the rifle's butt before she can even open her mouth. Her eyes roll back as she goes limp on top of you. You look to the sky and find nothing. Carefully, you slide out from under her and begin to walk that painfully memorable trip to the Grayson household.

You'd recognized it immediately on the GDA screens. Remembered making out on Mark's bed. Dinner with his family. Texting him while you were in the same room, giggling about it.

The world around you is ashes. Most of the fires already gone out, all the houses eaten up. You withhold a, "Jesus Christ." Keeping the gun's muzzle tight to your body. You wonder from where Cecil watches.

You peak around the corner of LeBolt Street and Green Drive. Sure enough, the last house on the left stands on its last white legs. Car gone from its driveway, making you remember Debbie. You liked her, hoped she wasn't dead even though her son was a prick.

Above the ruin, they wait. You can't hear their conversation. You count, one, two, three... eleven. Fucking eleven. You took down one because the others were distracted, but distracting ten to remove one? Seemed impossible.

You were afraid, not in the traditional 'oh shit I'm going to die' sense, because you had felt like that for the better part of five years and it was easy to tune out. The feeling that filled you was more final, a righteous 'I need to kill at least half these people before I go to hell'. You figured it was best to start small, experimental. You hide in charcoal rubble and fire a single blast into the curbside in front of your hiding spot.

"Oh great, somebody left a survivor." Mohawk bitched, "No wonder he won't come, he's too afraid someone else is gonna see his fucked up head."

Some of them snicker, most don't.

"I've got it." A voice says, "Gotta work out the kinks in my back still, think that kid actually knocked a disc loose."

"Who cares, just do it." Someone snaps.

He's at the curb in a flash. Falling on his haunches, flicking at the still smoking debris. His swim-capped head gleaming from the distant sun's glow. "Alright guy, come out. I've got worlds to take over and I really-"

You dare not speak for fear of being heard even at a whisper. Your arm comes out, fingers beckoning. He'd been looking in your direction. Lazy smile playing on his lips before the control sunk it's claws in.

He hobbles over and crouches in front of your hiding spot.

Before, you'd have drunk codeine and given it the credit but now? Credit was given to the rage this place brought you. Walking around this very block, talking about nothing and everything. Hope for the future. Mark's back to you.

You point through the charcoal of the shuddered window you'd been hiding behind. His eyes follow, landing on Scars. Your finger goes to your throat, crossing it in a slow, deliberate line. Kill him.

You wish there was a universal gesture for 'come back when you're done so I can tell you to murder these other freaks' but there wasn't. Unless he knew ASL, which you highly doubted.

He blasts off the ground. The shudder falls and you barely duck out of the way before it could pin you to the ground. You find another hiding spot to watch from.

Someone already murmuring, "Took you long enough," at his return.

Knowing these freaks, they'd jump on Swimcap the second he attacked. He'd be the one who wound up dead. Sex offense poster boy would be a nice bonus. Then they'd come, searching for what drove Swimcap kill crazy. You'd use them to kill each other. Make the last one standing snap his own neck- if you got that far, if your power didn't drain.

Scars opened his mouth, "I didn't hear a scr-" His teeth clacked shut on his tongue. Blood filling his mouth as he's shot a mile into the sky. You watch Swimcap shoot up after him. Your puppet got above Scars head before he could regain his bearings and balled his fists over his own head before bringing them down on Scars' chest. He came back down to Earth like a meteor, smashing the remnants of the house. Sending shockwaves through the busted neighborhood.

Swimcap flew down, feet extended, aiming to sever Scars head from his neck. Scars catches him by the ankles, rolls, and slams Swimcap facedown into the foundation of the house. "Fuck's wrong with you?" He doesn't wait for reply, climbing atop the other version of himself, letting fists rule.

The others lower in the sky, curious.

"You can't double cross me, I was going to double cross you." Scars snaps between blows.

Swimcap finally regains his bearings, catching one fist then the other. Four teeth knocked out of his mouth, blood vessels burst in his eyes, the lenses of his cap broken. Scars catches the look in his eye, the glaze of control before a knee slams into his dick. Swimcap gets on top.

You lean forward. Smiling like it was the best movie you'd ever seen.

A fist is raised. Then grabbed by a red glove.

"We're supposed to be working together, not killing each other." Omni-Mark says.

Scars sneers, "Like we weren't going to turn on each other at some point."

Swimcap brings his free fist down. Snapping Scars head to the side.

"Stop it." Omni-Mark says, "Or I'll be forced to act on the aggressor."

"I can handle this myself!" Scars hands come up to either side of Swimcap's head. "He just surprised me!" The muscles in his arms bulge, veins on his hands pulsing as he presses and presses and presses. Swimcap's jaw ticks, goes unnaturally to the side, eyes go redder, bleeding tears before they pop out, dangling on his cheeks. Then the top of his head pops up, brains squirting up in a pressurized blast. Chunks landing on the front of Omni-Mark's suit, much to his distaste.

Scars shoves the body off, not minding the blood. Omni-Mark lets his limp wrist fall, holds out his newly freed hand to help Scars up. He slaps it away. "Didn't need your fucking help."

"Really?" Mohawk's scratchy voice calls down, "Cuz it sure looked like you needed it to me!"

"Shut up." Scars says.

Together, the landed pair rejoin the group in the air.

"Any idea why he did that?" One of them asks.

Looks and shrugs are shared. "Guy blew his load too early, I guess." Mohawk says. A minute passes. He speaks again, "Seriously, what's taking that guy so long?"

"This would pass a lot faster if you'd shut up," Emperor says.

"He knows he can't deliver on his promises anymore." The bald one looks from version of himself to version of himself. "He's scared shitless."

"No way he can't deliver me more universes." Scars spits.

"Don't act like you weren't losing your shit when she died." Mohawk jerks in the air. Tense all over. Waiting for someone to come at him so he could hit something hard as he could.

"I think it was fitting." Scars tone is all confident sarcasm, but he won't look at anybody. "Bitch deserved it."

Two of them look at each other. A Mark in his old blue-yellow uniform, no mask. The other in what looked like a tracksuit with a fluttering mask covering his face. Puzzlement crossed between them.

Mohawk was on him, fists twisted in the bottom of Scars mask. "I was gonna kill you eventually, but I think now's a great fuckin' t-"

"Dregs! Dregs, you bitch! Where the fuck are you!?" Screeches through the neighborhood's exposed bones. So many of them go rigor mortis stiff. Then the sound comes again, "(Y/n)! I know you're here!"

You peek out of your hiding spot. See Psychopomp shambling down the street where you'd popped into existence. Blood streaked down her pallid forehead. A snarl on her thin lips.

She's stupid. You think. She's suicidal. You think. She wants to get me killed.

She throws her head back, "Come out!"

Phantom is the first on top of her. Grappling her hard by the shoulder and stub. "(Y/n)? You said (Y/n)? You said (Y/n) is here?" Desperation pierces through the modulator. That of someone teetering on the edge of an endless chasm.

"Who-" She tries to slap his hands off and finds she can't. She switches gears, fighting not an option. She'd already seen what happened back in New York with the other contingencies. Remembered just who had ripped her arms off before Mercy healed them. Her voice held a quiver, "Yes, did you see her?"

"Obviously not." Emperor lands beside her. "You said she's present?"

"We came together." Psychopomp breathes out. A nervous sweat shone on her cheeks, like she finally realized what she was doing. "Knocked me out and left."

Jesus Christ, she'd switch sides if it meant getting at you.

Lensless is next to touch down. "Uh, I saw those bombs go off like, right in her face. She's dead. You just know you can't escape without us catching you. I mean, shit, I'd do the same thing but-"

In goes a breath, out comes a hateful scream, "Dregs!"

You don't budge. She ruined everything on purpose. Most of the Marks had come from above the house to swarm around her. Only three remain above the house, impassively watching. The maskless one, the tracksuit wearer, the white-clad warrior. Eyes in the sky. If you even put a finger out of your hiding spot, they'd see. It was best to stay put, make her look crazy, let her die, then resume the plan.

Except Phantom had sensors in his lenses. A sensor he used to scan the area, quickly picking out the outline of your crouched form behind a wall. He was on you. Tearing off the GDA helmet before you could attempt to shove him off.

It was you. Oh God, it was really you.

The helmet falls out of his hands. He hugs you quick, almost imperceptibly so, before the other versions of himself round the corner with Psychopomp in tow.

"Stay where you are." The command is for them, not her, as if it'd work anyway. You had no idea how long they'd hold. You're not coming off Narcan so probably more than a millisecond. No longer than forty-five seconds at best.

You dip down, snatching the helmet, pulling it back on over your head. But they'd all seen. The helmet was a matter of protection and anonymity of emotion. Protection that'd do little against them but still, it was something.

The collective paused. Marks stiff, most of them anyway. A few seem unaffected, just waiting to see what would happen. Blood is already starting to pool at the top of your nasal passage.

Psychopomp prowls closer, stopping when she sees a gun the size of her thigh cradled in your arms.

"Where is Digby?" She demands. Ah, the whereabouts of her heroine skinny brother. That old chestnut.

You watch the Marks for signs of a cracking hold. Look at Psycopomp, pale with yesterday's bloodloss. And run.

You can't deal with all of them at once. This was a one-by-one operation. You needed, "Cecil!" To get you the fuck out of dodge. You needed to regroup. Come back later. Not have Psychopomp fucking ruin everything.

But the teleporter light doesn't consume you. You are not saved.

You are grabbed from behind almost soon as your legs started pumping. Arms tight around your midsection. Pulpy eyehole pressing to the side of your visor.

"Jeez, you're slow." Lensless says.

"Let go."

He does. But your control on the others had gone. They could converge on you whenever they wanted and "Cecil, God damn it," won't, "help me!"

Help doesn't come. Rescue doesn't come.

Scars laughs, wiping bloodstains off his suit to little avail, "You're on your own. He never comes if it means his own neck." Just like Cecil had warned.

Psychopomp moves through their ranks. Not accepted in, but so insignificant there'd be no point in killing her. They all had to wait for Angstrom anyways.

"Where is he, Dregs?"

You're on your own unless you convince her to work with you. "Last our guys saw, he fell into the lava pits when Invincible fought Doc Seismic." You lie through your teeth. The first thing you could think of while tying in Invincible.

"Bullshit!" She calls. The Marks frame her back. Watching. Curious about you, your life, your enemies, your petty human squabbles. "He couldn't be in Washington, he couldn't drive."

Crossed arms tensed over a red-white chest. "Keep speaking to my wife like that and your other arm is gone."

Psychopomp looks. Visabily shaking at the Omni-Man impersonator's presence.

You ignore him. "Machine Head sent him to do mule work there to pay off his debts." You go on, rolling with the story. "Best not to tell you so you couldn't bail him out again."

Her eye twitched. "I was the last person who saw him alive in New York, Dregs. Don't lie after you said that cryptic shit at the GDA. Don't I deserve to know- don't you still care about me a little bit?"

No, but you don't say that. Instead, you pivot, "If those motherfuckers behind you don't die right now there'll be no justice system to help you find out what happened."

Mohawk cackles, "Hah! That's so code for she killed that guy!"

"Is it?" Psycopomp asks.

"Don't listen to them." You insist, fingers tightening around the pulse rifle. "They destroyed the planet, Psych. Don't be stupid. Work with me here."

"If the planet's already destroyed, how is she going to take you to court? 'S better if you just get revenge right now." Scars grins. Knowing exactly what buttons he's pushing.

You have to tell the truth. Make her so blind with hatred that waiting years for supe-prisons to be rebuilt just for you to rot didn't even seem like an option.

"Alright, fine." Your breaths come short and humid under the visitor. You're not sure you should be saying this. Before it'd definitely get you killed for sharing confidential business information, but Machine Head was out of the picture so who was going to punish you- God? "Digby's somewhere in the Colorado River." At that, her face falls, a single tear slipping hot down her cheek. His death had always been a suspicion, no evidence, no confirmation. No CCTV. Nothing. All set up by Machine Head's men. But now it was confirmed, after two years of searching, wondering.

"So he's..."

"Dead, yes."

"And you..."

The sorrow is morphing, unstable, but in a state so fresh and raw you could mold it to your advantage. The only card you had left to play. "I had to. You know how our line of work is. If you want to kill me, I get it but if you want the actual privilege of doing me in yourself- help me deal with these assholes first." You knew the undead civilians would do nothing to them, but a minor distraction was the best thing you could pull out of this situation she'd forced you both into.

She blinked. Tears coming faster, faster. "You..."

You see one of their fingers twitch, wondering when he should step in.

"You can't kill me if they do first, Michelle." Her name is a slap to the face. Only passed about in private, such as your apartment air mattress. Anger reddens her. She's shaking her head, mentally trying to ward off your manipulation. Hands are flexing now.

"Kill you? What? No, babe, I'm here to take you home." Mohawk says loud and clear for all to hear. Taking a mallet to your plans.

"He's lying." You say. "You saw that one," you nod toward Emperor Shoulder Pads, "had me by the throat. He's trying to trick you." Except you didn't think he was.

"You made me do it." Shoulder Pads replies. "But I wasn't going to k-"

"Shut your mouth." You turn back to Psychopomp, desperate, "These people are not our allies or enemies of an enemy. They are going to finish the job and kill us both if you don't do something."

And Psychopomp saw right through your flimsy manipulation. "You're scared of what I'm going to do to you."

She wasn't listening. You had to go in, hard, unnecessarily brutally honest. Full-on nuclear blast.

"I didn't have to tell him to kneel." You say, telling the truth to her for once, "He knew he was screwed. You knew how deep in debt he was to Machine Head, but you just kept letting him use. Telling yourself he'd quit before he overdosed. He knew he'd never be able pay and never be able to stop." Her hands come up and start to glow. You hoped those zombies would be pointed anywhere but at you. "He wanted to die. He knew he couldn't give his daughter a good life and knew Shelly was too religious to abort."

"Shelly-" She says, dimly remembering his brother's girlfriend. Remembering she hadn't seen her in years. The last time she saw her was with Digby. For awhile she blamed Shelly, then there was you. Machine Head. A tip from a friend. "-Was pregnant?"

"Oh shit." One of them says. You don't look to see who.

"Five months." You supply. "She didn't want to die but she walked in, couldn't be helped."

"You killed my niece?" It was more a question than a statement.

"Machine Head would've killed me if I hadn't, Michelle."

"You killed my brother!" Her fingers curl, as if sucked in by the light vortexes of power in her palm. "My family!" The only she had left.

Mouths twist into smiles and horrified frowns at your cruelty.

You don't know where to aim the pulse rifle. At them or her. "You can kill me when this is over. Fuck, throw me in the slammer even."

"I don't give a shit about justice!" The houses around you stir with dead residents coming to life, "I'm going to fucking kill you- now!"

"Listen!" You were losing control of the situation. Once the action started, you weren't sure you'd be able to escape.

"No! Jail isn't enough! I've seen what you can do. I've been there to see the kinda shit you make people do. There is something wrong with you, and you just need to die." She can't stop crying.

The first of the undead shamble out of their broken homes. They aren't slow. On you in what feels like moments. You're forced to turn to fire green blasts into their heads. Stepping out of the way of their still reaching hands when they fall.

"God- Jesus- Damn it." You elbow, pistol whip, kick, and shoot at the growing horde but it's too much. You'll be overwhelmed soon. "Stop being stupid. They'll kill you."

They look like they will. Phantom surges forward to save you but is grabbed by the ankle by Scars.

"I want to see this." He says.

Phantom forces himself still. He must not reveal how deeply you'd infected him. So he watches, waiting for things to be dire enough to actually justify jumping in. As do the others, who felt that tickle of desire to play hero.

Some, Mohawk, Scars, Lesnless, watch because it's so nice seeing you kill. There were other approving glances, but so quiet and unnoticeable you didn't catch them in your panic.

"I don't care! I don't fucking care!" The buzzed hair atop her scalp seems to bristle at the sight of you still living. Her palm glows brighter, extending her reach much as she can with the bloodloss. "Die! Just die!"

No amount of coaxing will do it. You made a bet and lost. You had to take whatever winnings you could still scrap.

You let decrepit hands hit the body armor. Forcing yourself through the crowd of gored families. Whacking heads and shoulders to make a clear lane for you to aim- and fire. The first shot is taken by a women with no eyes. She goes down. More zombies surge to block your shots.

The Marks twitch with nervous energy. Thinking of jumping in, but uneasy to show their weakness for you in front of the others. Deciding if you're not out in ten more seconds, they'll do something.

You take a breath, steadying as your line of sight crowded with the dead. Their teeth gnawing at your arms and ankles. Weak fists at your back. And shot, once, twice, thrice through the bodies until the fourth blast goes through Michelle's head. Spitting her face from the top of her lip to her buzzcut.

Michelle hits the ground. Brains splattering on the pavement. Her minion's grip and teeth loosen.

Arms scoop under your knees, support your back faster than you can breathe. Taking off before you can think to scream. Shooting toward the clouds. The rifle falling out of your hands.

He couldn't take it anymore. Seeing you covered in blood. Seeing you holding that weapon. You weren't supposed to be like that. Supposed to look like that.

"I thought I lost you." You feel the rumble of his chest. Black and blue carbon fiber suit rubbing against your body armor. You have to force your head up against the sudden G-force. Mask covering all but the horror and relief in his tone. You can see the shell of your mask reflected back in those blue lenses.

You don't think just speak, "Let me go."

He does. Involuntarily. Mortified that he did. Unmoving, waiting for your next command but you drop so fast, scream so loud, it never comes. He watches as you plummet five-thousand feet.

"Catch me! Catch me now!" No one could hear you over the whistling of the wind.

All that fighting. Days of angsting, building up their deaths in your head. Only to kill one, then yourself on accident. Way to go, idiot.

You see a white flash. Feel yourself stop. Your body jerks against the suddenness. Head snapping back, whacking against a solid arm. You are gone, nothing but black swimming unconsciousness.

"She's fine." You hear him say, Mark for sure, but in a tone you hadn't come to know. "To my understanding, humans can not withstand sudden changes in atmosphere."

"Let me see! I wanna see if she's still breathing." Mohawk, definitely. "Hey, dickhead! You almost fuckin' killed her! You happy up there!? Yeah, you better stay away from me, pussy."

"She is." The new Mark says evenly.

Another comes to volley. "We should get back to the rendezvous."

Green light penetrates past your closed eyes. Making them twitch and flutter open just in time to see him step into existence. Red lights screwed into his supermassive brain. Metal welded to his body. Power pooling at his feet, sustaining himself in the air. "No need." Eyes, one brown, the other milky with blindness, slide to you, "The location doesn't so much matter, as long as we have the guest of honor."

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jesuistrestriste · 1 day ago

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thinking about preacher's son patrick asking you to hurt him as punishment for his sins.

he doesn't know how to deal with his desire for you. it was easier to pray it alway when it was only his imagination, but now that he had you in his hands it's impossible to forget.

he tries anyway.

he starts ignoring you in church, refusing to talk properly or even meet your gaze. he know that if he does he won't be able to resist you.

it's so tempting to surrender to your sweet words, to your longing eyes begging for his attention, but he can't bear the guilt that spreads through him like a disease when it all ends and he doesn't have the comfort of your touch anymore.

it works for a while. until it doesn't.

the next time you see eachother in chruch after the service is done, you don't give him any chance to escape you. he tries dismissing you, but you take his hands in yours and look directly into his eyes. it's enought to make him loose his composure. he listens to you.

you end up in a empty confessional with him on his knees desperately asking you to hit him, to make him feel something other then the excruciating desire he feels for you. he's willing to hate your guts if it means it will all go away.

he needs you to purge it out of him.

when you finally slap him the sound is strident. the same hand that held his before. you remain silent, waiting for him to say something, but he only breaths heavily, avoiding your gaze. the tension is palpable, you don't know what to do, you're afraid that this is the end, that he'll never talk to you again. but then he looks at you. he looks at you and his eyes don't lie. he liked it. you're not surprised when he speaks up with, voice hoarse

"again..."

it only made it worse.

ermm i got a litle carried away, hope this isn't too bad, i avoided putting any real dialogue because i'm not very good with it 😵‍💫 but yeah i loved your preacher's son patrick fic <3

oh gosh i love this so much. i love impact play with patrick, especially a guilty patrick.

his hands on your knees, his fingers splaying out over your clothed joints as he looks up to your eyes and breathes out a shaky “hit me again”.

so you do. you bring your palm down across his freckled cheek and revel in the way his skin welts, red and stinging, in the shape of your handprint. his head snaps to the side with the force of your slap, and his eyes roll back as he processes the pain and the wetness beginning to gather in his eyes.

“more.”

you hit him again.

“i deserve it.”

again.

again, again, again.

he squeezes his eyes shut with a broken sob and grips your thighs, tears finally rolling pitifully down his flushed face. he chokes on a moan and then blinks his gaze back open to look up to yours.

“i deserve it, don’t i? i need it, i need to look at you and only think of pain, or else ill—..” he trails off, shoving one of his hands down between his shaking legs to dull the hot ache that’s throbbing throughout his veins without his permission. he leans forward and lets his inflamed cheek rest over your leg. he hisses softly through a clenched jaw at the initial flash of discomfort, and then melts into your body. he’s begging you to push him away. to grab him by his head of dark brown hair and tell him to get lost, like he’s nothing more than a dirty stray on the street.

but he knows you won’t. and that’s what makes him cave.

he lazily drags his soft, pink lips up your leg, his flesh catching on the dry fabric. then he bites at the waistband of your bottoms.

“i’m sorry.. i’m sorry, i’m sorry.. let me prove how sorry i am.. let me touch you..”

#cw impact play #i looove this concept omg thank u for this ask <33 #and the way you wrote it was lovely mm #sage’s asks #pastor’s son!patrick zweig #preacher’s son!patrick zweig #patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig x you

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joyfulhottubfuntik · 2 days ago

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Here is an idea for a GF fic that my friend and I came up with which I'm not sure I'm gonna do anything with.

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Ford calls his mom shortly before a family reunion that he's not sure about attending (given that he usually doesn't). Caryn joyfully tells him that Stan, who no one's really heard from in a while, is also gonna be coming for the first time since he was kicked out. And Ford is... well, he doesn't know how to feel about it. If anything, he is surprised. The first time Stan didn't try reaching out on their birthday and then on other family holidays, he kinda saw it as confirmation that heis brother really didn't want to come back and apologize. Family reunions never felt the same afterwards, so Ford just stopped coming. Now though... well, it's just strange and very unexpected. But a small part of him that he desperately tries to push down is hopeful that maybe Stan will finally apologize and perhaps they will at least be on speaking terms again.

So, against better judgement, Ford does go. And Stan is there, just like his mom said he would be. He seems to be doing well for himself, just like Ford thought he would, exuding confidence and chatting with people. What's strange is that their father is one of those people. Because Stan has never been so calm when speaking to him, and it's unbelievable to see, especially after all that has happened. Their father seems to have picked up on the confidence, something that he's always wanted his sons to exhibit, so maybe that, along with how well off Stan seems to be, may explain his change of attitude. Stan, however...

Eventually, Ford finally talks to him. It starts with an apology, a surprisingly straightforward one too: no averted eyes or nervous hand movements, no hasty explanations or excuses. In a way, that's all Ford has wanted: a straightforward genuine apology, an admission of guilt. But somehow that also feels entirely wrong, like someone playing the part of his brother in a play, doing it well, but only as well as someone reading from a script could. That's when Ford gets the creeping thought that whatever's in front of him is something that's pretending to be his brother.

Of course, at first he tries to write it off as just him being paranoid, especially seeing how the rest of the family doesn't seem to think anything's off. And, after all, it has almost been ten years. But the more he watches, the more he notices the numerous small inconsistencies, like all the mannerisms he clearly remembers from years ago being completely gone.

At last, Ford can't bear it anymore, so he decides to use something that is extremely personal (and painful) to both of them: their childhood dream. He casually comes up to Stan and starts a conversation. Eventually, Ford brings it up and Stan's reaction is something along the lines of "Well, that was just stupid, wasn't it? I mean, it's a childish dream, something we did to pass the time, but it could never work. Sometimes you just have to outgrow things like that, you know. I wish I had just done it sooner, rather than later". And it's so utterly wrong it's straight up uncanny. Like, of course, Ford did choose to pursue his own aspirations instead. Maybe Stan could find other things to do too, that's believable. But this doesn't mean the dream no longer matters, and for Stan out of all the people to talk about it like it doesn't and hasn't ever...

So, right then and there, Ford decides that, whoever he is talking to is not his brother. And thus he sets out on a mission to find out whatever happened and, most importantly, where Stanley actually is.

***

Or alternatively, Stan somehow stumbles upon some sort of mind reading supernatural creatures who pretty much push him to make a wish. That wish is kinda contradictory in itself, more so two of his deep wants combined: Stan wants his family to accept him and love him again, but he also wants to stop being himself, Stanley Pines, the homeless grifter and the screw up.

The solution to this problem is: a sort of magical clone of Stan is created, which is designed to, while mainly relying on Stan's own memories, act in a way that will make the people he cares about like him. Overtime, the copy will correct its mistakes and become more and more like the real thing, and Stan will forget who he is, which would free him of all his regrets and let him begin life anew.

The flaw with all of that? Stan severely underestimated how much his twin actually cares and how much he's willing to do for him.

***

I have no idea how this would actually go or work and neither does my friend. A rescue mission, a lot of upsetting realizations, that's for sure. Anyway, I like this idea too much to just let it quietly perish in our imaginations. So I'm putting it into yours too lol

#gravity falls #stan pines #stanley pines #ford pines #stanford pines #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #stan twins #stangst #fic ideas #i hope i was at least able to convey why i like the concept so much #i know im no writer #but i also don't have it in me to let go of this one just yet

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alexiroflife · 3 hours ago

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“pretend i’m a random girl”

choso x reader

Choso is blinking at you slowly, dazed by your petty eyes and the way your lips move so quickly to tell him whatever you just told him. He wishes he heard, but he’s not entirely paying attention to what you’re saying. He’s smitten, distracted solely by the vision of beauty before him just as he is any time you speak.

So when you rush in toward him to throw your arms around his neck and bring your lips close, he does not hesitate to secure your waist and lean into your kiss. His eyes close immediately and his palms slide up your back as he kisses you, but he is terribly confused the moment you rip away and gape as if as if you’ve just caught him ripping a limb from his body.

He chases your lips slightly only for you to lean further away with a scoff and push his arms off of you. You step back, and the brunette frowns.

“Choso!” you cry, offended, and now his befuddlement doubles.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“You were supposed to dodge me! Is that really what you’d do if a girl was coming onto you?”

He furrows his brows, hands stalling in the air where he once held you. Subconsciously, he goes to reach for you again but you step back once more. The diamond eyed curse’s pout deepens, for now he appears to you like a wounded puppy.

“Love, why are you moving away from me?”

“Why are you getting closer?!”

“Because you leaned in for a kiss? And I wanna kiss you back?”

Your hands grip your hair in frustration. “No, Cho! You’re not supposed to do that!”

“Why not? What did I do?”

“You’re supposed to act like I’m another girl trying to hit on you! Were you even listening when I said that?”

He wasn’t.

“Um... why would I want to pretend like you’re another girl?”

“I just want to see how you’d react,” you sigh.

“I wouldn’t like it. I only want you.”

“But you still kissed a random girl!”

“I kissed you.”

“Yeah and I’m supposed to be a random girl coming onto you, Cho!”

He tilts his head. “That’s ridiculous. I can’t look at you and picture someone else. I wouldn’t even dream of something like that.”

Your shoulders slump in defeat. “But it’s not real. It's just a trend I wanted to try.”

“A trend?”

“On social media. Girls tell their boyfriends to show them what they’d do if another girl were hitting on them.”

“Oh,” the pale skinned man still doesn’t quite understand, but he sees the disappointment on your face and at least understands that he doesn’t like when you’re upset. “Okay, wait. I’ll try again.”

You perk up. “Yeah?”

“Just… what is it I have to do again?”

You grow visibly excited. “Okay, okay. Pretend I’m a girl coming up to you at a party or something."

“Alright… where are you in this situation?”

“I’m not there.”

“Why not? I’d never go to a party without you.”

“It’s just for the bit, Cho! You’re alone and a girl tries to take advantage of that.”

Choso’s face scrunches, for he still can not take in your features and picture another woman. All he sees is you in all your beauty. “So…”

“Think fast! I'm a random girl!”

And in a split second, you’re coming at him again with outstretched arms and a flirty smile. Choso’s heart flutters, and with a mind of their own, his arms reach to embrace you again, but he pauses the second he remembers how you want him to react.

Rather rigidly, Choso ducks under your arms to rush to the opposite side, completely dodging your advances. Your arms drop and you turn back around with a grin on your face.

“You would just run away?” you fight off a giggle.

Choso shrugs stiffly and stands tall, cheeks dusted with a light pink. “What else would I do?”

“I don’t know, push her? Yell?”

“Well, I don’t wanna put my hands on her… I’d rather not talk to her either.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “You’re adorable.”

“…Are you you now?”

“No, we’re still at the party,” you tell him. You shift once again, throwing on a cheeky expression and sauntering your way back to him. “Hi, handsome.”

The brunette gulps, having a significantly hard time trying not to be affected by the way you’re coming onto him. “H-Hey,” he mumbles, looking away.

You gasp, breaking character. “'Hey?' 'Hey?!'”

“(Y/n), you’re killing me,” he groans. “This is really hard. You're too pretty."

“I’m not me!! You just called another girl pretty.”

“I called you pretty,” he clarifies rather sternly. Despite your goal here, he steps forward and leans down to peck your cheek, to which you roll your eyes as your face flushes.

"You're bad at this, baby."

"Hey," he huffs, offended. "I can't help being in love with you."

You soften. "It's sweet, though. But not sweet if I were someone else."

Choso almost chuckles at how seriously you're taking this. But hell, if it's serious to you, then it is to him. "Sorry. Go ahead," he nods, creating distance between you. and refocusing "One more time. I'll do it better."

"You've got one more chance, or else I'm gonna have to kill you."

"I don't want that," he says sincerely. "Okay... I think I'm ready."

He watches you immediately jump back into it with the flip of your hair over your shoulder and the sinking of your teeth into your bottom lip as you eye him up and down.

God almighty, why do you test him so?

"Hi, there," you coo, inching closer. "What's your name?"

"I have a girlfriend," he says swiftly.

"Yeah? Where is she now?"

"Doesn't matter. I have a girlfriend."

"What, and she doesn't let you have friends?"

He thinks he is succeeding, but you continue to press on. You lift a hand to graze his arm, but he is quick to tear himself away as though you've burned him, which he finds is one of the hardest things he has ever had to do.

"I don't need any more friends. I have my girlfriend. And she's super nice and beautiful and ten times the woman you are."

Choso thinks you'll throw something else at him, but you're quick to squeal and clap your hands happily. His brows raise when you leap up and secure your arms around his neck, smothering his cheek in loud kisses. "That was so good, baby!"

"Is this a trap?" he murmurs, hands hovering over you as sweat beads his forehead.

"No, no. It's me this time."

The brunette relaxes, hugging you snugly and melting into your affections. "Please don't make me do that again. I don't like pretending that anyone but you is interested in me."

"Okayyy, I won't torture you anymore," you beam. You pull back to plant a kiss on his lips, and Choso smiles warmly. "It's your turn now, anyway."

He hums, curious, distracted once more. "Hm? My turn for what?"

"To act like you're a random guy hitting on me!"

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fandom #jjk blurb #blurb #kamo choso #choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x reader #jjk choso #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo fluff #choso x reader blurb #jjk fanfic #anime #jjk #jjk season 2 #jjk x you

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yonypj · 2 days ago

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LUX THE IMPERATOR X READER

warnings: situations of hunger, near death of the reader, sfw!

I say again that this fanfic was inspired by another one I read! The credits for the idea go to this tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/triannel/781956195414097920/i-admit-that-i-gave-in-this-person-truly-reminds?source=share

You just exist on this small planet, abandoned and alone, a desolate planet with little food and little hope too, the fact is that you were just abandoned by your troop who came to this planet to collect resources like a new and resistant miner and other raw materials, having been left since an emergency evacuation was carried out quickly and you were too far away to reach your troop before they left.

Now here you are, sitting desolate on the cold iron floor of this huge place. The station is now empty, only containing you, a rescue mission would take months to plan if they were to search for you, but in truth you know they would rather let you die, it's cheaper, the food can last a maximum of 2 months and that scares you more than actually being alone. As you drown in your desolation and despair, you barely notice the small changes in the light around you, barely notice a cartoon next to you, not having heard him speak and only seeing him when his hand crosses your vision, waving in front of you.

"Yoooohooo" the cartoon says, smiling comically as he tilts his body slightly to the side, keeping his head in your line of sight "You don't look so happy huh? Why that sad abandoned puppy face?" his words don't seem to really reach your brain as you look at him and this goes on for a while as you continue to stare at him without a real reaction, and then you get up, sighing and putting your hands on your face as you mutter to yourself in disbelief "just what I needed, hallucinations, am I so fucked up to see hallucinations like this?" you say in almost despair and sadness.

"hey hey lady, you're not hallucinating, trust me, you look great~" you look at him, only to see him smiling as he winks at you, the cartoon holds the edges of his jacket a hissing sound is heard as if someone was flirting, even though you see it's not him who did it, ".....you can't be real, look at you...you're....I don't even know what you are" your words only seem to amuse him more, "well I'm Mr ring a ding, sweet pie, just seems a little out of yourself".

You look at him still looking so exhausted, exhausted from everything that's happening, damn you were abandoned, they won't bother to pick you up and the whole thing only gets more absurd when a cartoon appears in front of you, how would you be in your right mind? And then you start talking, complaining and freaking out, clasping your hands in panic "How would I be in my right mind?! Don't you realize? I'm dead! That's it! Dead! You don't see, no one comes to get me and I'm going to die slowly" a sad sigh escapes you, your back hits the iron wall as you go down to sit on the floor, hiding your face in your hands, sobbing "I'm going to die and no one will come get me, I'm alone".

Honestly Mr ring a ding has never felt truly uncomfortable, but now he is even a little, it's disconcerting to see a human in his misery cry in front of him since the situation is not controllable, he's done it once, control someone's misery, Reginald Pye just lost his wife and he could control the movie she was in but this... he couldn't, he couldn't control a situation like this, sighing, Lux just walks over to the desolate human, sitting down next to him and taking off his own hat and placing it on his chest as a sign of respect and sadness, "I'm sorry, you don't seem like a person who deserves this my dear..." his voice is low, the cheerful tone has died and only a hint of sympathy crosses his voice, you can feel his touch on your arm, warm and solid.

A month has passed, a month that was difficult to overcome and not go crazy, but now you are calmer, in your right mind at least, Mr. Ring a Ding has not left your side since that day, he keeps you company and makes you laugh, makes you happy at least, in a desperate situation he is there, an unlikely and mysterious being who still insists on clowning around to get a laugh out of you.

at this point they are both just playing a board game, a game of chess and damn...he is kicking your ass here! you hear another laugh coming out of him, as he places the chess piece on the xeque-mate point, "how?!?" You say as you look at the board, feeling frustrated by the 23 consecutive defeats, "You know my lady~ I'm a man of many tricks and knowledge~" He jokes, leaning on the table as he puts his head in his hands, pouting at you "You know I deserved a kiss as a reward for so many consecutive victories~".

Rolling your eyes you stand up "You'll be wanting, I still have my pride intact and one day I will defeat you" you joke, laughing lightly as you look at him, feeling happy, unstable after accepting the fact that you are stuck with him, "Then I will be happy to end your hopes, you will never defeat me" he says proudly, raising and lowering his eyebrows as he smiles triumphantly, "We will see about that" laughing lightly you open the fridge door of supplies, when you open one, your stomach drops, being spoiled, so you open another, and another, and another and most of them are rotten, your stomach turns with fear and your heart races.

No, it can't be, it can't be happening, why all this? Why now? You were creating hopes that the food wouldn't run out so soon and you could work on the solution to get out of here, but now? "What's wrong? Are you okay?" With a start you look at him, smiling a little nervously "Yes....I...am", Mr. Ring a Ding just raises his eyebrow, placing his hands on his waist in a comical way "You're not lying, are you young lady?" He looks at you in a way that an adult would look at a child, "No, no no no I'm just tired, I think I'll sleep a little" You laugh lightly as you walk past him, pinching his nose in the process "See you tomorrow Mr. Ring a Ding! Good night!", He watches you leave, smiling foolishly as little hearts come out of his head, "Good night my sunshine..."

Lux never thought he would feel despair, why would he? He doesn't need feelings like that since he has you, he has everything he wants, he wouldn't need to feel that kind of thing, but now he is, he's scared, scared of losing you, scared of you dying and he can't do anything, now he's desperate, desperate to see you on the ground, unconscious from hunger, he knew you were lying but he didn't want to force you to tell him what was happening, he saw you lose weight, he saw you laugh while your stomach was hurting but still Lux couldn't do anything about it, he was afraid to force you and you would move away from him.

He kneels down next to you, hugging your head, your face in his chest as he speaks desperately "wake up please, wake up, don't do this....please" he begs, his cartoon form trembling slightly as he holds you in his arms, "don't do this to me....please" he begs, his voice breaking, Lux has never really felt these feelings, he hated this, frustration he had already felt when the doctor defeated him but this? It was new, desperate, sad...this was horrible.... He doesn't know if he can do anything, he doesn't know if he can save you but he is willing to risk every last effort to do so.

Okay, so I wanted to leave the ending open, even if it's angst, you decide if the ending turned you into a cartoon to be with him or if you died to be a tragic story! Sorry if there were spelling mistakes!

if you have any ideas that you want to be written for mr ring a ding let me know! I would love to do it [no nsfw pls]

#mr ring a ding #doctor who lux #doctor who #mr ring a ding x reader #lux imperator x reader #lux doctor who #lux imperator #fanfic

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samisverycool · 21 hours ago

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Heyyy! I’m obsessed with the yandere!prince:)) Can we get him, when he sees other maids bullying the reader bc he (clearly) favours the reader over them? I don’t mind if it’s long:) Have a nice dayyy<333

yes ofc!! thanks for the req <33.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. yandere prince . part two

➯ part one

to say he was angry was an understatement.

no, the prince was furious.

"what do you think you're doing?"

his voice was sharp, low, trembling, like it was taking all his effort to hold back from blowing up.

just moments before, two maids had entered your private room, strutting in like they owned the place. you barely had time to greet them before the brunette one swept your legs from underneath you, and the blonde one bent down to give you the nastiest glare two inches away from your face.

"you just think you're so special, huh?" the blonde spat. "just because you're the prince's personal maid doesn't mean you're better than us, whore!"

the brunette grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you towards her as you yelped in pain. "i don't know why the prince likes you so much, you're just a pretty bitch" she seethed.

a hard kick to your side sent you into a coughing fit, hugging yourself as you struggled to breathe. hot tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to fight back.

"let go of me!" you wheezed out, grabbing the brunette's wrist and digging your nails into her flesh, drawing out a shriek as she reeled back in pain.

you wanted to cry. to scream. to tell them that you didn't choose to be the prince's favourite, and that it was unfair you were being treated this way.

"what do you think you're doing?"

a suffocating silence filled the room as your eyes found the doorway, where the prince stood. his eyes were practically glowing in pure, unbridled rage.

the two maids, who were so confident and cocky before, were suddenly so quiet.

"i'm quite sure i asked a question," the prince's voice was clear as he approached, his knuckles turned white from how hard he was struggling to stifle his anger. no one dared to speak. his gaze observed the scene in front of him: his darling, his sweetheart, crumpled on the floor with two maids looming over her.

he laughed. it wasn't one of amusement, no, it was disbelief.

he was in utter disbelief that one would even think of laying a hand on you and get away unscathed.

"get out," a tilt of his head, a tight-lipped smile, hands folded behind his back. the prince was terrifying.

the maids glanced at each other, a wordless agreement. the duo scrambled for the door, fearing for their lives.

the prince then fell to his knees, blubbering as he cradled you in his arms. "my sweet, are you okay? what did they do to you? oh, i should've been here sooner! please forgive me!" he looked like a guilty child, eyes glossing over, lips jutting out in a shaky pout.

you blinked, dumbfounded at the quick shift in his mood. "i'm alright, my prince.. i'm sure it was a misunderstanding" you lied.

he knew you were lying, but he would deal with those.. nuisances later. he just needed to make sure you were okay.

"come on, my sweet, i will bring you to the physician to get you checked out" he gently picked you up bridal style, arms locking under your knees and gently steadying your shoulders.

"you are never leaving my sight after this, you hear me? never. never!" he shook his head frantically, almost panicked at the thought of something like this happening again.

"yes, my prince" you agreed quickly, calming his nerves. "..thank you."

his features softened as he gazed down at you, eyes filled with such fondness. "you're welcome, my sweet. you know you are very dear to me."

you gave a small smile.

"...so, would you like me to bring their heads to you?"

"what-?"

#writing #yandere x reader #yandere #yanblr #male yandere #yan blog #yandere writing #yandere x you #reader insert #yandere x darling #x reader #fem reader

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zo1nkss · 3 days ago

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I want to talk about this kiss so, so, so badly. I literally can't stop thinking about it; it plays on loop in my mind 25/8.

(gif courtesy of @tortibomb - couldn't find it in the gif search so I'll credit this way.)

Quick TW because I will be discussing DV in this analysis, but only briefly in my 3rd point.

This is hands down my favorite kiss in the entire series so far. There are so many layers to their exchange here. It's so brief, but just from that we can conclude several things.

Before I dive in, I just want to touch on what this scene even represents within the plot. Akin has just been through something utterly devastating. From thinking he did something unforgiveable to realizing he was literally assaulted over the span of, what, a few days? A week? Considering we picked up right where we left off, I doubt it could have been more than 3 days, but I haven't always been the best at following timeframes so I can't be certain. But in this scene, the last person to put his hands on Akin's body in even remotely the same way was violating his right to consent. The stark difference between that, and Akin being fully conscious and welcoming every touch Jin offers him is undeniable. They are taking back his body together. Taking back his autonomy and consent. Taking back his security and sense of safety. That fact is integral to what I'm about to say.

First of all, can we talk about the way Jin physically handled him in this moment? That is a commanding action, yet still such a gentle and loving touch. We can feel a sense of reverence in the way he directs Akin's movement. He's not being forceful or aggressive; the only compelling emotion behind this is desperation and thats clear in the very motion of his hand.

My second point is Akin's level of comfort with being touched like this by Jin. He goes willingly, without even a moment of resistence. Not only does he allow his body to be manipulated at Jin's will, but through microexpressions we can see that he's actually enjoying it. He likes it when Jin tells him what to do or where to go. Likes giving up control, even of his own body, and allowing this man to do what he wants. To have that level of comfort and trust in someone after what Akin has just been through absolutely speaks volumes.

That fact alone brings us right to my third point, which is the amount of trust Akin has in Jin to not only allow this to happen but to like it. Any DV survivor can probably tell you that a hand on your throat means you're 3x more likely to die in an abuse situation. The fact that Akin shows no signs of fear or resistence, there's no moment of hesitation, there's no pause to remind himself where he is or who he's with. His eyes are closed, his mouth is open, and he responds instantaneously when Jin pushes his chin. He has absolute faith in this man's intentions. He knows without a shadow of a doubt that Jin would never, could never, lay a violent or aggressive hand on him. If anything, he is comforted by the way Jin puts his hands on him. He welcomes him without fear or insecurity. Not only craves, but revels in the way Jin touches him.

And we can absolutely trace back their interactions and understand exactly why. There has never once been a moment when Jin so much as expressed himself loudly. He's never raised his voice, never spoken with force, never made Akin feel unsafe or insecure in any way. Jin has genuinely earned the right to touch Akin in whatever way he pleases, thoughtless of the effect it could have, because he has shown time and time again that his hands will never be used to cause harm to Akin. They will only ever show his love and devotion. And the fact that Akin has absolute faith in that is really such a beautiful thing.

In conclusion, this is - in my opinion - the most telling and revealing kiss they have shared. Jin loves him absolutely, and Akin trusts that love without a shadow of doubt. They really have built a solid foundation to develop this relationship on, and I won't be surprised if it's completely unshakeable from this day on. I don't think Jin is going to doubt Akin's faithfulness again after this, and Akin is certainly never going to question Jin's willingness to admit when he's wrong. I really feel like those two facts are expressed so openly through this specific kiss.

I don't really know how to end analytic posts bc I haven't done this in over a year but thats all I wanted to say. Thanks for coming to my ted talk or whatever xD

#top form #top form the series #top form ep7 #jinakin #jin x akin #media analysis #tw dv mention #episode 7 was such a calming and reassuring follow-up to episode 6 #I love body language analysis so if y'all like this I might do some more!!!!#💙💙💙

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amazingmsme · 1 day ago

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A Gift For Gabbers

AN: Damn it feels good to be back! Been writing a lot of different things & had this one on the back burner for a while. Of course it’s an epic fic, what did you expect? It’s another oc fic, but this time it’s about Leander, & I had a blast fleshing out his personality! Still might be a while before I get around to sifting through my askbox, but I do see them. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy!

Leander had always been fairly talkative, especially as a child. He would speak at inappropriate times and get scolded, or harshly shushed. It had made him feel guilty just for being friendly, and he would try his best to keep his mouth shut until he felt it was okay to talk again.

Growing up in a war certainly didn't help. He was young and lively, blurting out whatever came to mind, no matter what his comrades seemed to be doing. He remained oblivious to their annoyance, for the most part. If he hears a particularly heavy sigh, or if they say something, he'll reign himself in. The last thing he wants is to be annoying, but he fears that he comes across that way, more often than not.

He knows he's not the sharpest sword around, but he's a lot smarter than they give him credit for. He just has a hard time focusing, jumping around from thought to thought, and why wouldn't he talk to his friends? When people look at him, they just see a big dumb jock; someone who's only good for fighting and hard labor. He supposed they were right, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a personality.

Leander is just an open, loving guy and he enjoys sharing his passions with those around him. Even if they don't particularly care.

"You ever wonder what might be swimming under the ship?" he wondered aloud, helping Perimedes and Elpenor tie up the sails before a coming storm.

"Nope."

"Not really."

"I think about it every time I look out at the water. I mean, the ocean's just so huge! Who knows what all is out there!" he rambled on, staring at the horizon in awe. Perimedes snapped to get his attention.

"Less chatting, more working. Hand me the rope," he demanded. Leander did as he was told, but continued speaking.

"Sorry, here you go. But we've already seen so many amazing things, just think of what's lurking just out of sight! Dolphins, whales, sharks, sword fish, flying fish-" he listed off, unaware of his friend's growing annoyance. Elpenor was zoning out, or else he would've tried to stop Perimedes from what he was about to say.

"For the love of the Gods, will you just shut! The fuck! Up!" he yelled, cutting him off. Leander froze, snapping his mouth shut as his eyes grew wide with fear. Perimedes yanked the rope hard, fastening the first sail in place. "I swear, you don't know how damn annoying you can be."

"Okay, that's enough!" Elpenor scolded, shocked by the sudden outburst. He looked over to Leander, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but the damage had been done. He looked absolutely crushed.

"O-oh. Yeah, I-I didn't know it bothered you so bad. I'll... I'll just be quiet," he mumbled, staring at the ground as his eyes filled with tears.

Perimedes finally looked at him, wincing when he saw the deflated look on his face. "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he apologized, reaching out to touch his shoulder, only for Leander to flinch away. He never did that...

Perimedes was already feeling guilty, but Elpenor's judging glare made him feel worse.

He tried to lighten the mood, to spark conversation, but Leander didn't take the bait. His words cut deep, and it would take more than a shallow apology to mend the wound. So, they worked in silence.

By the time they fastened the last sail, the first raindrops began to hit the deck. The pair ran below deck while Leander lingered behind. Elpenor turned around when he noticed he wasn't with them.

"What are you doing? Come inside!" he yelled as the wind picked up, the sparse raindrops beginning to fall faster.

"I'm just gathering the loose barrels. Don't want anything going overboard," he brushed off the concern. Elpenor hated leaving him like this, but he doubted he would accept his help.

He ran into Eurylochus in the hall, frantically explaining what happened and how Leander was still up on the deck.

"I'll talk to him. Just go to your bunk to wait out the storm," he ordered. Elpenor nodded, walking down the hall without another word.

When Eurylochus made it to the deck, he saw Leander carrying a barrel over one shoulder and a box under the other arm, stacking and tying them against the far wall. His hair was wet and matted to his face, his clothes already soaked through and clinging to his body. He was panting, though it was hard to tell if it was from frustration or exertion.

"Let me give you a hand with that." His voice startled him, but he settled once he saw who it was.

"Oh, hey Eurylochus," his demeanor was quiet, almost snuffed. It felt... unnatural. He watched him from the corner of his eye as he helped fasten the last of their equipment. He barely spoke a word the entire time. And while he would normally welcome the silence, he knew what had caused it.

Once they were done, he placed a comforting hand on Leander's shoulder.

"That's the last of it. Why don't we go back inside?"

"Sure. That sounds nice."

~~~

Asterios was watching the storm roll in through the porthole window when the door slammed open.

"Well don't you look... soggy," he deadpanned, looking Leander up and down. His teasing smirk faltered when he saw the look on his friend's face. "Leander? What's wrong?"

Those words were the straw that broke the camel's back. Leander sniffled, wiping his eyes before collapsing in his friend's arms. "What the hell happened, are you okay?" Asterios questioned, patting his back comfortingly, but the movement was still a bit stiff and awkward.

"Am I r-really that a-annoying?" he stuttered, choking back tears. Asterios felt a fire light inside him; whoever has said that was going to pay.

"What? Of course not, big guy. Who the fuck said that?" he questioned, trying to keep the anger from his voice.

"Don't be mad at him, he was just being honest," Leander defended. Asterios pulled away, leveling him with a stern yet caring look.

"Bullshit. Now who was it?" he asked, despite knowing the answer.

"Per-"

That was all he needed to hear before storming out.

Perimedes was lying face down on the bed, hiding his face in the pillows. Elpenor sat next to him with his knees tucked to his chest, looking rather guilty.

Asterios barged in, startling them both. "I hope you're fucking proud of yourself, dick," he hissed, dragging Perimedes up by the shirt. "You like making grown men cry or something?" he questioned, jerking him around.

"Shit, I made him cry?" Perimedes asked, genuine remorse knitting his brows together. Asterios glared at him long and hard before letting go.

"Yeah, well, he's a sensitive guy, and you're an asshole," Asterios said, backing off slightly once he realized how sorry he truly felt. "Just... go make it right," he added before seeing himself out.

When he got back to their room, he found Leander in his bed, wrapped under the blankets.

"Hey bud, how ya feelin'?" he asked, sitting on the foot of the bed. Leander shrugged.

"Fine. Why'd you leave?"

"Just had to go teach your little problem a lesson," Asterios said with a smirk. Leander sat up, staring at him skeptically.

"Oh Gods, you didn't punch him, did you?"

"No, I didn't punch him. But I should've." That made Leander chuckle.

"Thanks," he sighed, leaning his head against his friend's shoulder. They stayed like that for awhile, and Asterios rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. Leander hummed and leaned into the touch.

They both jumped when someone knocked at the door.

Asterios stood and answered the door, frowning when he saw who it was. "Oh. What the hell do you want?"

"To apologize," Perimedes answered shyly. Asterios softened, glancing over his shoulder. Leander nodded in approval, and he stepped aside to let them in before slipping out the door to provide privacy.

Perimedes and Elpenor sat down on either side, sandwiching Leander in between them.

"Are you okay?" Perimedes broke the tense silence. Leander scoffed.

"I guess," he answered curtly. They both frowned at the lackluster response.

"Well that wasn't very reassuring," Elpenor said, smiling when he saw a hint of a smile grace Leander's features.

"I'm fine, really," he insisted, but he didn't even sound convincing to himself. Perimedes sighed and threw an arm around his shoulder.

"Look, I'm real sorry about what I said back there. I just- I was annoyed, and I lost my temper. So... I'm sorry," he apologized, feeling genuine remorse as he looked at his friend.

Leander smiled and leaned into the touch, wrapping his arms around each of them. "Thanks, I forgive you. But I'll try to keep quiet, I promise," he assured, yet there was an underlying sadness to his words that he couldn't shake.

"You don't have to do that," Perimedes argued softly, guilt gnawing away at his chest at his words.

"Yeah, we love listening to you!" Elpenor chimed in. Leander pulled away, staring at them skeptically.

"Really? 'Cause it seems like you don't..." he trailed off, curling in on himself as he tucked one knee against his chest, wrapping his arms around it.

"We do! It's just... you kinda tend to ramble on, and it can get a little boring," he said before he could think better of it.

Leander gasped, staring between the two. "So what I'm basically hearing is that I'm annoying, and boring, so I should just shut up," he snapped defensively, shocking them both.

"What the hell?"

"That's not what I said!"

"It's what you meant," he stood firm in his stance, arms crossed over his expansive chest. Perimedes sighed.

"I already said I'm sorry! What else do you want from me?" he pleaded, and Leander shrugged.

He truly didn't know what it was that he wanted from Perimedes, but he did know that he wasn't quite ready to forgive him yet. His words had cut deep, and the scars had already settled. The apology was a nice sentiment, but at this point, it might as well be like putting bandages on a stab wound; it could only help so much.

"I dunno. But I really wish you'd just leave me alone right now," he muttered, and Perimedes couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Okay, you're spending too much time with Asterios. It's making you all broody, and I don't like it," he decided. Leander snorted in amusement.

"You don't like a lot of things," he quipped sarcastically, making Elpenor stifle a giggle.

"Okay, that's it! We're not leaving until you have a smile on your face," he boldly claimed.

Leander raised his brows in shock. "Better get comfortable then," he challenged. Perimedes growled and grabbed his hair, flopping back onto the bed in frustration. He glared up at him mockingly.

"Since when did you get so stubborn?" he questioned, sitting back up.

"Since you hurt my feelings."

Leander tensed up as soon as he realized what he just admitted. Perimedes deflated at his words, and Elpenor winced. Apparently, they still needed to work things out.

"C'mon, I said I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything back there!" When Leander didn't answer, he rested his head on his shoulder, laying a hand on his knee.

"You mean that? You're not just saying it to make me feel better?" he questioned, looking between them with wide, sad eyes.

"I don't tend to sugar coat things," he smirked, patting his friend's leg with a friendly squeeze to the knee.

Leander instinctively jerked away, his lips twitching upwards in a shy grin. He had just barely held back a giggle, and he tried to casually hide his smile behind a hand. Elpenor and Perimedes shared a knowing look behind his back, and he repeated the motion, earning a startled gasp and flinch.

"I think I know how to cheer you up now..." Perimedes said, and despite his words, Leander couldn't help but see it as a threat. He leaned away as far as he could, bumping straight into Elpenor.

"Do tell," he taunted, wrapping an arm around his shoulders so he couldn't escape.

"Guys, you don't have to do this," he tried to reason, but a nervous, giddy smile was already playing at the corner of his lips. It wouldn't be the first time he fell victim to one of their attacks. And he'd watch them go after the others often enough to recognize the warning signs. He knew he was trapped.

"Oh, but we do! We gotta make sure you're not upset anymore," Perimedes insisted.

"I-I'm not!"

"You don't sound so sure."

When he opened his mouth to speak, Perimedes began to squeeze his knee, latching onto his other leg for added effect.

"Wahait!" he barked out a laugh, wrestling the offending hands away.

"And what am I waiting for, exactly?" he asked, arching a brow quizzically.

"Um..." For once, Leander's mind came up blank.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Perimedes taunted, going right back to squeezing his knees.

He caved immediately, curling in on himself as he fell victim to bright laughter.

"G-guys, c'mohohon! Behe nihihice!" Leander whined, falling back on the bed in a fit of giggles. For all his protesting, he wasn't trying very hard to protect himself; merely wrapping his arms around his belly as his legs scrambled across the mattress.

"But this is us being nice!" Elpenor taunted, scribbling his fingers between each rib. Leander shrieked and tried to crawl away, only for Perimedes to drag him back by the ankles.

Leander was lying on his stomach, hiding his face in a nearby pillow as he laughed his worries away. Perimedes straddled his legs while Elpenor struggled to pin his arms overhead.

He realized he could probably escape if he really tried, it's not like either one of them were very strong. But... that would be pretty rude, wouldn't it? After all, they were just trying to cheer him up! He's done the same on more than one occasion, so he supposed it was only fair. Besides, he never turned down a good laugh.

"Yeah! If I wanted to be mean, I'd do this!" he demonstrated by shoving his hands inside his sandals, scribbling against his trapped soles.

"NOHOHO! Gehehet out!" he shrieked, kicking frantically, but all his struggling was useless.

"Aw, what's the matter big guy? Too ticklish here?" Perimedes taunted, lacing his fingers between each toe, making him snort loudly.

"YEHEHES, OHOKAHAHAY?" he admitted through hysterics, and his tormentors couldn't help but to laugh along.

"Is that so? Good to know," he purred, scratching his blunt nails against his arches.

Elpenor added, "Uh oh, you shouldn't have said that. I mean, I can be trusted, but Perry, not so much."

"Oh shut up! Unless you wanna be next!" Perimedes growled, pointing at him threateningly.

"See what I mean?" he asked, pinching up his ribs towards his armpits.

"You're bohohoth hohorrible!" he whined,

"Oh yeah? Who's the worst?" he teased, flashing a proud, cheeky grin.

"Rihihight now? You," Leander managed to huff, bucking his hips in an attempt to throw him off.

"Wow, you hear that Elpenor? He says you suck at this," he goaded, snickering to himself when he heard Elpenor's gasp.

"Excuse me?"

"Nonono I never said that!" he tried to back track, but there was no reasoning with these two. He yanked on his arms, but it was mostly for show as a giddy smile twitched at his lips.

"Eh, it was implied," he shrugged, siding with his partner in crime. He finally reached his destination, swirling a single finger around his exposed pit. Leander jerked away with a bark of laughter, straining to look away as a blush dusted his cheeks.

"Elpenor, plehease! Ihi'm sohohorry!" he whined, arching his back and twisting from side to side.

"Oh so you did mean it!" Elpenor accused, drilling his thumbs in the center of his pits without warning.

"THAHAT'S NOHOHOT WHAT I MEHEANT!" he cackled, muscles straining to yank himself free.

"It's not? Maybe think before you speak," he teased, wrestling his arms back above his head.

"Hehehey!" he whined through boisterous laughter.

"Hay's for horses!" Elpenor shot back, giggling at his own joke as Perimedes reached back to give him a high five.

"Thahat's nohohot even funny!"

"Oh yeah? Then why are you laughing?" Perimedes asked, cocking his head to the side innocently.

"You KNOHOW why!" Leander argued, and he would roll his eyes if he could, but he was a little busy at the moment.

"Really? I don't think so. Elpenor?"

"Beats me. Why are you laughing, Leander?" he played along, darting back down to his ribs to keep him guessing.

"Fuhuhuck ohohohoff!" he sassed, sealing his fate.

"What did you just say?" Perimedes growled, pausing his attack to turn and glare at him.

Leander realized his mistake and began to backpedal, "N-nothing!"

"No, I swear it sounded like you told us to fuck off!"

"That's what I heard," Elpenor chimed in helpfully.

"Just shuhut up ahahalready!"

"Oh you're not in any position to make demands," Perimedes snarked, turning around to face him before clawing at his knees. He kneaded up the side of his thigh towards his hip, slipping his other hand underneath him to attack the side pressed against the bed. Leander snorted and shook his head, trying in vein to curl in on himself.

"Ihi'm sorry! I'M SOHOHORRYYYYY!" he screamed when he found a particularly bad spot where his thigh and hip met.

Perimedes backed off to give him a breather, and Elpenor did the same. Leander laid there gasping for breath, a dazed, giddy smile plastered on his face.

"You promise?"

"By thehe Gods, yes! I promise!" he huffed, rolling his eyes fondly.

"Good. You feel better now? You don't hate us or anything?" he asked, his tone more sincere. Leander blushed and avoided eye contact.

"I could never hate you guys... But yeah. If you need an answer, we're cool," he admitted, unable to stop the way his lips twitched upwards in a smirk.

"Glad you had fun, big guy," Elpenor grinned, reaching over to ruffle his hair before his hand was smacked away.

"What? I-I never said that!" he stammered, cheeks flushing red.

"You didn't have to," Perimedes teased, but there was a touch of tenderness to his words. "You made it pretty obvious," he added with a wink, laughing at the way Leander's gawked at him.

"You can leave now," Leander hinted not so subtly, unable to come up with a witty retort.

"I don't hear you denying it," he goaded further, helping when Leander pounced on him, attacking him with a nearby pillow.

"Because arguing with you is like arguing with a brick wall!" he quipped, hitting him over the head with it. Perimedes giggled as he weakly fought back, shielding himself from the cushioned blows.

"Whatever you say," he purred, and Leander rolled his eyes before smothering the pillow over his face.

"Don't think you're off the hook either," he warned, shooting Elpenor a warning look.

"I would never," he smirked, holding his hands up in surrender.

Leander snorted in amusement and let Perimedes go, but not before thoroughly messing up his hair.

"You two are insufferable."

~~~

Things hadn't changed much, but Leander did make an effort to talk less. If he noticed interest waning in the topic, he'd either change the subject or trail off into silence.

He tried not to let it bother him. He'd brush off the annoyed sighs he'd get in response to his enthusiasm, downplaying his own enjoyment to match theirs. Thankfully, no one really seemed to notice, or so he thought.

Polites noticed how he wasn't as talkative as he usually was and had brought it up to Eurylochus one day. He explained what had happened a few weeks prior, but assured him that Leander was fine now.

"Is he though?" Polites questioned, arching a brow skeptically.

"What do you mean?" Eurylochus asked, unsure where his friend was going with this.

He shrugged. "He just... seems a little sad when he thinks no one cares what he has to say."

"You don't think he's just tired, like the rest of us?"

"No offense, but you're not exactly in tune with people's emotions."

"Fair point."

And that had been that. A short conversation out of concern before the topic was dropped, but it lingered in the back of each of their minds.

Now they sat side by side, rowing in time with the men around them. They had a strong tailwind carrying them, and only a handful of them needed to row. The rest of the crew worked above deck or milled about the living quarters.

Leander sat on the row in front of them next to Asterios, with Perimedes and Elpenor across the aisle. The blond was on another one of his tangents, going on about his favorite kinds of trees.

"And we had this huge mulberry tree in our front yard, and every summer my sisters and I would spend hours sitting in the branches eating berries, and still pick plenty for jams and pies. But my favorite tree," Leander continued rambling on about an old maple tree atop a hill on the outskirts of town, oblivious to his audience's dwindling attention. That is, until he heard a stifled yawn from behind him.

He cringed at the sound, but hoped no one noticed.

"But what about you guys? Anyone else got a favorite tree?" he asked, trying to pass the conversation on to someone else.

"I know the captain does," Eurylochus joked softly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure his friend wasn't there listening. Polites and Eurylochus bumped shoulders, chuckling to themselves.

"Oh lay off him, I think it's romantic," he defended. "I hope I can find someone who makes me feel like that. I didn't have very much luck with the ladies back home, believe it or not," he started on a new tangent, only to hear a heavy sigh.

That was definitely Eurylochus, he knew that sound all too well. He curled in on himself ever so slightly, shoulders hunched.

"But you don't wanna hear about that!" he chirped, forcing a cheerful tone. Asterios cast a worried glance his way, but didn't say anything.

"I do!" Polites reassured, shooting a pointed look at Eurylochus. He rolled his eyes, but stopped when he noticed their friend's shift in demeanor.

Great, now he felt bad.

"Nah, it's okay, I know I'm being boring," he admitted with a shy chuckle.

"No you're not!" Polites gasped, nudging Eurylochus for back up.

"Yeah, what makes you say that?"

Leander scoffed, leaning back as he rowed to stare at him upside down. "For starters, I heard you yawning," he stated bluntly, smirking at the way his jaw dropped in shock.

"I didn't-"

"It's okay, I get it. I know I talk too much, but hey! I'm workin' on it!" he spoke casually, but his movements were faster- more jerky, and Asterios struggled to keep up with the new pace. Elpenor and Perimedes adverted their gaze, sharing a nervous look. They knew what it was like to be on Leander's bad side, and they weren't keen on repeating that mistake.

"You don't talk too much," Polites said, a frown etching his features.

"Whatever you say," Leander sighed, figuring it was better to drop the subject than argue. Polites watched him from behind, brows furrowed. He looked to Eurylochus for help, subtly nodding towards their friend.

He mouthed the words, "do something," and was met with a bewildered look.

"Like what?" he silently asked. Polites shrugged, at a loss for ideas. Eurylochus noticed Elpenor waving frantically across the aisle, trying to get their attention. He nudged Polites and pointed, prompting him to look.

Once he had their attention, he pointed at Leander and wiggled his fingers, sporting a mischievous smirk.

"No," Eurylochus shook his head. Even silent, he tried to seem stern. Elpenor and Polites both nodded emthusiastically. He caved, throwing his head back in defeat.

Polites cleared his throat and spoke, "Lee?"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry if we made you think that."

Leander sighed. "It's fine."

Which clearly meant it wasn't.

"... Are you mad?"

From where Asterios sat, he could see his nostrils flare at the question.

"No, but if you keep asking I will be," he mouthed off, earning a quick chuckle from Perimedes and Asterios. His lips twitched in a proud, but fleeting smirk.

"Come on, don't be like that," Polites whined.

"Like what? You're the one dragging this out," he noted. Polites scoffed in disbelief, and Eurylochus didn't need any more convincing.

Leander yelped when he was grabbed from behind, strong arms hooking themselves under his, pulling him backwards until he was halfway between the seats.

"Look, we're sorry if we don't always pay attention to your stories, but you do tend to ramble on about pretty boring things," he began, startling just about everyone with his blunt words.

"Dude!" Asterios hissed, whipping around to glare daggers.

"Eurylochus!" Polites yelled in shock, watching the way their friend deflated at his words, adverting his gaze. He had practically confirmed all of his fears and anxieties...

"Gee, thanks. You have such a way with words," he muttered sarcastically. Eurylochus rolled his eyes and shook him in his hold, just to grab his attention.

"But, you're our friend, and we enjoy your company, and that's what matters. You're always so passionate about what you're saying, and we enjoy seeing you happy. It shouldn't really matter that we don't know what the hell you're talking about half the time," he finished with a light tease, but barely got half a smile in return. From his position, it was hard to cross his arms, but Leander managed.

A little more blunt than he intended, but he hoped Leander knew what he was trying to say.

He stared up at him from his lap, unimpressed.

"So what I'm hearing-"

Oh no...

"Is that no one listens to me because I'm b-boring, but that shouldn't matter because I'm a happy guy?" he reiterated, voice cracking from held back emotions.

The situation was spiraling out of control, and fast. Polites watched on in shock as Eurylochus scrambled to correct himself.

"I'm sorry, that came out wrong," he tried to explain, but Leander was done with the conversation and struggled to free himself. From his position, he could only wave his arms uselessly and squirm in his seat, so he didn't get very far. He continued, "You know I'm bad with words-"

"Even worse with feelings!"

"Thank you, Polites," he huffed in annoyance, but was unable to keep his smirk at bay. "But yeah, I'm not great with either. I guess what I'm trying to say is, no matter what you talk about, or how many tangents you go on, we're still gonna be your friend, and we do enjoy listening to you. There, was that better?" he clarified, waiting for his response with baited breath.

"A little," Leander conceited with a shrug, not entirely ready to drop the petty act just yet.

"Only a little?" Eurylochus asked, arching a brow.

"Yeah..." he answered, looking him up and down skeptically. He caught sight of Polites lurking closer, sporting a mischievous grin, and he began to struggle.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Away from you!"

"Really? Well we're on a boat, so good luck with that," he deadpanned, reaching down to pinch his sides.

"Hehey wait aha second!"

"Yeah, don't get started without me!" Polites cheered and began scribbling across his belly. Leander barked out a laugh, scrambling to protect himself from the double attack. He nearly succeeded before Eurylochus adjusted his hold, trapping him in a hug from behind.

"Nohoho don't!" he whined, legs scrambling against the floor.

"Don't what, buddy?" Polites asked innocently, shifting his attention to his flailing legs. He latched onto his knees, drawing out frantic cackles interlaced with a few snorts.

"Tickle mehehe!" he answered; naive and all too trusting. Whatever, Polites knew what he meant.

He knew he was just answering the question; he wasn't thinking straight, he couldn't think straight. Maybe it was mean to take advantage of that. But it was the oldest trick in the book, so if he didn't see that coming, it was his own fault, really.

So yes, Polites knew exactly what he meant. But that didn't mean he had to act like it.

"If you insist!"

"Whahat? WAIT NOHOHO!" he realized his mistake a moment too late, throwing his head back in defeat as deep chuckles rumbled inside his chest. "Y-you trihihicked mehe!"

"You say that like it was hard," Polites taunted, scribbling behind his knees.

"Hey whahat's thahahat supposed to meHEHEAN!" Leander shrieked and scrambled to escape as ticklish jolts shot through legs, worse than any Charlie horse. He accidentally kicked Asterios in the back, shoving him forward.

"Ow! Y'know, if you guys are gonna do that, can you at least hold him down?" he requested, scooting further away to avoid any more flailing limbs.

"Traitor!" Leander gasped, this time purposefully kicking him between the shoulders, shoving him off the seat.

He whipped around to glare at him, growling, "Okay," as he wrestled his legs down to the bench.

"Thanks!" Polites flashed a grin before attacking his trapped knees.

"Yeah yeah," Asterios brushed him off, looking away to hide the fond smile on his face.

"Guhuhuys! Thihihis ihisn't fahahair!" he whined, trying to twist and squirm away.

"Life's not fair," Eurylochus teased, pinching down his ribcage. Leander arched away from the touch with a giggly scream, falling in the space between benches.

"Seriously?" Leander cried out in frustration, squirming as his friends laughed at his plight.

Eurylochus chuckled and patted his shoulder, "What'd I tell you?"

"This is your fault you know," he grumbled playfully, using his new position to his advantage and squeezing along his thighs. Eurylochus screamed and pulled his legs up out of reach, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Oh shut up."

"Aw, what's wrong? Can't take what you dish out?" he taunted smugly.

"Can you?" he challenged, snatching both his wrists in one hand and raising them above his head.

"Wait ihit's just ahaha joke!" he begged through helpless giggles, tugging weakly on his arms.

With his other hand, Eurylochus wiggled his fingers threateningly, closing in with each passing second until he reached his target. Leander giggled with anticipation, shaking his head frantically despite the giddy smile on his face. He practically screamed when Eurylochus dug under his arm, blunt nails scratching against sensitive skin.

"Please what? For someone so talkative, you sure are having a hard time using your words," he taunted with an evil chuckle.

"Well geeheehee, I wonder whyyYYYY!" Leander scoffed indignantly, shrieking when Polites started pinching down his calves.

"Aw, you're ticklish here? How funny!"

"Shut uhuhup! Don't behehe mehehean!" he whined, kicking weakly as his hands crawled higher to scratch the back of his knees.

"I'm noooot!" Polites taunted, feigning innocence. "If I was mean, I'd do this!"

Leander didn't even have time to guess what he was about to do before he felt hands latch onto his knees, squeezing relentlessly. Deep, bellowing laughter escaped from his chest, legs kicking the air uselessly as he struggled to free himself from between the seats. As soon as he freed himself, Eurylochus snatched him once more.

“GAHAHAH! Lehet gohoho!” he shrieked, scrambling to slap his hands away, only for Eurylochus to snatch his arm once more.

“So knees are a good spot? Noted,” Eurylochus hummed in observation, nodding sagely despite his teasing grin.

“NO! It’s bad! It’s sohoho bad!” he let out a giggly whine, head thrown back in mirth.

“Same difference,” Polites said, giggling when he heard Asterios mutter, “What the fuck, no it’s not.”

“Sure it is! It’s just bad for him and good for us!” he clarified, playful giggle taking on a slight menacing edge.

“You’re evil,” Asterios deadpanned before going back to work, one of the only few left rowing, even if Elpenor and Perimedes were doing a half-assed job while they watched.

“Coming from you that means a lot,” he quipped. Asterios sputtered in shock, whipping around to glare at him for a split second before turning back around, elbowing him as he pulled the oar back.

“Ow! It was a compliment!”

“Mine wasn’t,” Asterios taunted, tilting his head ever so slightly, just enough for Polites to see the tug of a smirk playing at his lips.

“Hey! Do I have to get you next?” he threatened, noting the way Asterios bristled at his words.

“Hell no, just keep doin’ what you’re doin’,” he brushed him off, excusing himself from the conversation.

“Whahahat? Nohoho! C’mohon guys, hehehelp me out!” he begged, expecting at least one of them to come to his aid.

Nothing.

“Plehehease?”

“Sorry, you’re on your own,” Perimedes said, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

Leander gasped in shock, nearly choking on the laughter caught in his throat. There was only one option left.

"HEHEHELP! THEY'RE KIHIHILLING MEHEHE!" he called out desperately, seeing as no one down there was keen on saving him.

"Oh don't be so dramatic!" Polites taunted as he scribbled behind his knees.

Eurylochus barked out a laugh of amusement, cupping one hand around his mouth to shout back, "NO WE'RE NOT!"

Asterios, Elpenor, and Perimedes couldn't help but chuckle along, too amused to save him from his plight.

Eurylochus shifted his hold to more of a hug, taking the opportunity to dig into his sides. Leander doubled over as best he could, deep, rumbling belly laughs filled the air, reaching the upper deck.

At first, Odysseus was happy to ignore the sound, having grown used to the crew's antics by now, and besides, they could fend for themselves.

But then he heard the poor soul beg for help…

The group below deck was far too preoccupied to notice the footsteps walking down the stairs, nor the fact that their captain now stood in the doorway. He watched on with an amused smirk, shaking his head fondly.

Finally, he cleared his throat, announcing his presence, but only Perimedes seemed to notice, trying his best to tip them off to his presence.

"Really guys?" They both jumped at the sound of his voice. Eurylochus dropped Leander in shock, and he fell to the floor, still trapped between the benches. Polites didn't seem to care about that, taking the opportunity to scribble over his belly. "I expect this sort of thing from Elpenor and Perimedes-"

"Hey!"

"We're right here!"

"But I thought you were more mature than that," he teased, yanking on the back of Eurylochus's shirt as he walked by.

Eurylochus shrugged, flashing a smug smirk. "Morale was low."

"Uh huh." Odysseus didn't believe him for a second.

"He totally needed this!" Polites added, reaching over to tweak his side, earning a giggly yelp as he flinched away.

"Lihihiars! They're harahahahassing mehehe!" Leander spoke up, sporting a wide, dopey grin as he tried to squirm away, scrambling to pull himself upright in the tight space.

"Nu uh, we're just cheering him up! Right Asterios?" Polites argued, calling for back up. Asterios glared at him from the corner of his eye when he was suddenly dragged into the discussion, wings pressed flat against his head in annoyance.

"Why d'you gotta drag me into this?"

"'Cause you know we're right!"

Odysseus chuckled, looking to Elpenor and Perimedes for guidance. "So who's really telling the truth?"

The pair shared a look before Elpenor answered with an innocent smile, "Eurylochus and Polites had nothing but good intentions."

"That's bullshit, Captain!" Leander gasped in shock.

"I dunno, I trust my first mate to know what he's doing. If he says morale was low..." Odysseus trailed off, clicking his tongue. "Then maybe you deserved it."

"Whahahat?" he cried out in disbelief. "Noho I dohohon't!"

Polites and Eurylochus barely held back their own amused laughter as their captain came to their defense.

"Don't you always say laughter is the best medicine?" Odysseus asked, feigning innocence with a sly chuckle.

"Y-yeah, but nohot for mehe!" he whined, finally managing to crawl to the main isle and sit upright, heaving for breath. He shrieked and tucked his legs close to his chest when Polites tried to swipe his ankles.

"Okay, hypocrite," Perimedes taunted, having heard that justification used on him.

He rolled his eyes, breaking under the light interrogation. "Okay, fine, so maybe I was being a little difficult-"

"Oh only a little?" Polites taunted, giggling as he dodged a playful kick.

"You know, I was debating whether or not to get revenge, but you just made that decision for me," Leander teased right back.

"Nooo wait," Polites whined, staring up at him with his best puppy eyes as he leaned against his shoulder. Leander scoffed in amusement, but didn't shove him off.

"Nope, too late, you can't stop it," he rambled, ignoring the indignant sounds of protests from his friends.

"Uh oh, looks like you better sleep with one eye open tonight," Odysseus can't help but chime in, earning an eye roll from Eurylochus and a betrayed glare from Polites.

"Very funny, Captain."

"It was, wasn't it?" he mocked, flashing a smug grin. "But if I leave, can I trust you to get back to work? I'd prefer if the ship were actually moving," he said pointedly, nodding to the abandoned oars.

The men sheepishly picked them back up and began rowing once more.

"That's more like it. You can torture each other on your own time," he teased, cackling at the way they yelled at him as he trotted away.

"He's one to talk," Asterios mumbled once he was out of earshot. Leander shook his head and chuckled as he took his seat.

"Yeah, I wonder where these two get it from," he said, pointing a thumb behind his back where Eurylochus and Polites sat.

"Hey, I'll have you know I actually taught him a thing or two," Polites spoke up rather smugly. Eurylochus looked at him from the side, arching a brow skeptically. "Don't act shocked!"

Eyrylochus smirked, looking straight ahead and shrugged, "Didn't say anything."

"I know that look."

They bickered back and forth, all the while Leander listened in with a fond smile.

Yeah, they liked him, even if he did tend to ramble. And damn it if he didn’t like them back, as annoying as they were.

#i love how sassy he can be & then he immediately regrets it #my himbo got some spice #epic original character #epic oc #epic #epic musical #leander #asterios #elpenor #perimedes #eurylochus #polites #odysseus #epic fic #epic tickle fic #epic tickles #ticklish!leander

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fellulahh · 2 days ago

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Hiii! I'm so happy that you're back! I have been reading your masterlists and hc's repeatedly even after you were gone! Could you do this if it interests you and you'd like to?

Sometimes I just wonder how brothers and Diavolo would react when their daughter is suddenly quiet and upset lately and turns out they have boyfriends just like the epitome of their sins in a toxic way.

For example Lucifer is Avatar of pride and his daughter's boyfriend (db for short) is extremely prideful. Mammon's (db) is extremely greedy and exploiting her without doing anything return or bare minimum. Leviathan' (db) is extremely jealous to the point of ruining her social life. Satan's db is so wrathful that he harms her by yelling or hitting her. Asmo's db is a serial cheater with lot's of affairs. (Idk about how Beel's bf turns out) And Belphie's like just being too lazy even in important situations and just not supporting his gf and she feels like she's alone in the relationship. Diavolo's? Idk perhaps being too opportunistic or not doing anything for her without return or dating her for her princess status.

How would their reactions be? (Depends on if their daughter introduces them over their parents' demand or them following their daughter to see what's upsetting them)

Coming right up!! I hope this is what you meant

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His reaction to his daughter dating someone with the same sin as him (she’s upset)

Lucifer:

- he doesn’t want to admit to the discovery.at first

- acknowledging the boyfriend’s behaviour would mean admitting his insecurities about his own behaviour and personality

- he also doesn’t want to admit how similar the boyfriend is to a “younger” Lucifer

- MC is the one to persuade him though and make him see sense

- In a rather traditional sense, Lucifer speaks with the boyfriend and - partially - threatens him

- “I see the ugliness in you that I once possessed and there’d be no limits to what I’d do to ensure *daughter* doesn’t have to go through it. I’m not going to watch her sit through a relationship with someone who doesn’t understand how lucky he is to have her.”

Mammon:

- he is completely ignorant at first

- Mammon picks up on the boyfriend’s behaviours straight away and complains to MC because what is his “daughter doin’ with a schmuck like that?!”

- “Mammon what are you talking about? He’s exactly like you.”

- he has a complete existential crisis. He never thought anything of his spendings, or the way he acts toward others

- “why did nobody tell me I was doin’ that?!”

- when the boyfriend is next over, he marches up to the daughter’s room and hits him with a “listen here pal, if ya gonna date the Great Mammon’s daughter, a few things have gotta change around here!”

Levi:

- he doesn’t notice the behaviours at all. In fact, he partially agrees with the boyfriend at first

- his opinion does a 180 though when he realises the impact it has on his daughter

- Levi only learns of her feelings when he catches her crying over something the boyfriend had done and when he tried to reason, she snapped back at him and told him exactly why he was wrong

- suddenly he feels guilty because he knows he’s behaved exactly the same way in the past

- it takes him a long time to muster up the courage to speak to the boyfriend (MC does have to practically push him into the room)

- rather than even trying to reason with the boyfriend, he tells him straight “I don’t think you should see my daughter anymore.”

- he also vows to change his own behaviour after realising the impact it can have on the people he loves

Satan:

- when he witnesses the boyfriend getting angry for the first time, he orders he leaves the house

- once he’s gone, Satan comforts his daughter as she cries

- he tells the daughter he recognises what the boyfriend is doing and informs her it will not get better

- “but Mum stayed with you?” “Your mother is a bit different, she was human. Humans are…different”

- tells her straight that if he sees the boyfriend again, he will have no choice but to physically remove him from the premises

- “I know exactly what someone like him is capable of and believe me, it’s not something you want to be around. If I know he’s laid a hand on you, I will not hesitate to kill him.” (okay daddy)

Asmo:

- feels immense guilt because his daughter is confiding in him and seeking advice for something he used to do prolifically

- he tries his best to comfort her and it works at first, but he knows it won’t be the last of her tears

- Asmo immediately goes and sees MC “what do I do? What can I possibly say to her? Oh MC, it’s horrendous!”

- MC urges him to tell the truth

- Asmo sits down with their daughter and confesses that he used to be the exact same as the boyfriend

- “listen *daughter* sweetie, I used to be just like *boyfriend*. Although I changed, he might not do the same and I want you to think about that. I changed when your darling mother came into my life. If he hasn’t done the same for you, I don’t think he should have the privilege of dating my daughter.”

Beel (not quite as serious as the rest lol):

- Beel is confused when he finds out his daughter is upset because her boyfriend keeps eating everything around them

- “you don’t get it Dad, I put so much effort into cooking something nice for us but he just inhales it. I actually think I could put a pile of rubbish on a plate for him and he’d eat it no question.”

- he sits down with the boyfriend just like a fatherly figure would

- “listen buddy, I know it’s hard but you’ve gotta slow down. *daughter* is getting upset because she thinks you don’t appreciate her cooking for you.” “But I love her food, it’s the best I’ve ever had?” “I know right! Er—I mean you’ve gotta show her that, make sure she feels the love you know.”

- gives him a supportive pat on the back

- he helps the boyfriend understand why the daughter is upset and soon he apologises

Belphie:

- he doesn’t quite get the problem at first

- “dad all he does is sleep” “what’s wrong with that?” “He misses our dates! I’m left waiting by myself all the time because he can’t even set an alarm. And then when we are out, all he talks about is how he can’t wait to get home and go back to sleep.”

- Belphie has an ‘oh yeah, that’s probably not great’ moment after their discussion

- when he gets a moment alone with the boyfriend, he sets the record straight

- “listen I know you’re not going to like this, and I know I’m a hypocrite for saying this, but if you don’t pull yourself together my daughter is going to leave you”

- Belphie keeps telling the boyfriend that he understands how difficult it is, but he can’t keep watching him upset his daughter

- “she can’t just leave me for that?” “Yes she can - I’ll make her.”

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I’m sorry I can’t find it in me to write something negative about Diavolo. I just can’t do it. 😂

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me imagines #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me beel

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alans-steel-pipe · 1 day ago

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“You feel too good…” he hesitantly admits, already feeling himself struggling...

♡ ︎Activities in the soundproof car.

♡ ︎Alan Mido from Tokyo Debunker

♡ 2200> word count

♡ ︎MDNI, 18+

SORRY THIS IS LATE. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ALAN!!

You and Alan have been secretly dating for a while now. It was decided that it would be best to keep it a secret because with you being an inspector it would raise concerns for favoritism. Although, truth be told, beside a couple friendly ghouls it's not like the others are really trying to be your favorite anyway.

It had been way too long since you two had seen each other. With Alan working on cases, and you being assigned to help Jabberwock there really wasn't any time. You were eating lunch at Sho's food truck when you found out Alan had returned from the case he had been working on.

"Ugh... ever since Sasquatch got back, he has been blowing up my phone with all these questions..." Sho grumbles, mostly to himself but that didn't stop your head from snapping up from overhearing.

"Alan's back?" You ask, trying not to sound too excited. The stir-fry in front of you is quickly forgotten.

Sho looks over to you after he shoves his phone back into his pocket. "Yeah, he got back sometime last night. He was so tired he fell asleep in his car after he parked it. Leo found him this morning drooling on the steering wheel. He even got a photo, wanna see?" Sho snickers as he moves to pull out his phone again.

"No! Um- I mean no that's okay. I actually just remembered, I have to go do something. Send it to me later. Can I get a to-go box?" You quickly speak as you stand up.

Sho quirks an eyebrow but doesn't question it. He gets you a to-go box and you are on your way to Vagastrom.

"Alan!" You call out to him with a warm smile as you hurry towards him. He is in the garage cleaning out some things from his car when he quickly looks up at the sound of your voice. His resting stern face softens and the corners of his lips twitch upward.

The moment you get close enough he wraps one arm around your waist and twirls you around, so your back is pressed against the side of his car. His other hand rests on the top of the car, caging you in as he leans in and presses his lips to yours.

Your eyes widen in surprise when he suddenly kisses you, but then they flutter shut as you quickly melt against his lips. He kisses you like a man starved of oxygen, his lips moving against yours with a passion you have yet to experience with him. When he finally pulls away both of you are left panting softly.

"Sorry I didn't call you right away when I got back... I was so tired I didn't even make it to my bed last night..." Alan murmurs out as his hand leaves your waist and cups your cheek. "Please don't be upset." Before you can answer his lips are once again pressing against yours but this time for a quicker and softer kiss.

Your smile never leaves as you look up at him with eyes sparkling full of affection. A small giggle escapes you before you murmur, "No, I'm not upset. You were tired. I'm just happy you're back now." Another soft giggle bursts out as you pretend to pout. "I mean! Of course I'm upset! How could you leave your girlfriend waiting!" You playfully hit his chest as part of your act.

Alan can't stop the deep, warm chuckle that rumbles in his chest. He wears a soft smile, something you swear you've been the only person to see. "Girlfriend..." The word spills from his lips quietly. Despite dating for a few months, he still seems astonished to call you his. He looks at you with a dumb lovestruck smile.

You don't know when his hand left your cheek and moved to the small of your back, but that was irrelevant. Alan's one hand still caged you against the side of his car, while the hand on your back tightened. Fingers digging in and bunching the fabric of your blazer when he leans down and kisses you fiercely. Dry, slightly chapped lips move and press against your soft plush lips. With eyes fluttering closed Alan lets out a groan when you part your lips. You swear you feel yourself getting lightheaded with bliss as his tongue sweeps your mouth. When it's time to pull away for air you capture his bottom lip between your teeth gently before letting go.

"You're right..." his breathy voice sends a shiver through you. "How could I make you wait. I should make it up to you." You start to tilt your head and ask for clarification when the hand wrinkling the stiff fabric of your blazer pulls you against his hard body and away from his car. The hand that had been caging you moves to open the car door, and he gestures with his head for you to get inside the back seat. "In."

Confused, you still do as Alan says. His hand lets go of you and you crawl inside the back seat of his car. Alan quickly slides in next to you and closes the car door. He leans forward and pushes the driver seat all the way forward to make more room. Alan leans back with his legs spread in a typical male fashion. Rolling your eyes and about to comment on his "manspreading" you are silenced when he pats his thigh.

"Come here." His voice commands gently. You waste no time crawling onto his lap, legs straddling his hips. The pleated skirt you wear hikes up your thighs. Alan is almost overwhelmed as you sit on his lap. You take his breath away, and he never knows what to do, or touch, first.

Calloused hands rest on your thighs, right above your knees and he slowly glides them up your skin. You swear you can feel his hands tremble slightly. You’ve felt his hands tremble before, when he has been afraid of his own strength. This is different. His hands aren't trembling from fear, but from anticipation.

"Is this okay?" Alan's voice pulls you from the trance his hands had on you.

"Yeah... keep going." Your voice soft as you look at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Using your arms around his neck as leverage you scoot yourself closer to him. The movement creates a delicious friction between the two of you.

"Fuck..." He groans and his fingers press into the soft squish of your thighs. His eyes snap down to where your bodies press against each other. With a swift motion his hands slip under your skirt and grab the round cheeks of your ass. He can't help the innate need to squeeze your ass in his hands. As he squeezes, he pulls you against him and lifts his hips, grinding into you.

A gasp and a breathy moan escape you, a vocal confirmation of the pleasure his movement brought. He repeats the movement again, this time teasingly slow in an attempt to get more of those sweet sounds out of you. You bite your bottom lip, muffling the other sounds you make.

"The car is soundproof. Let me hear you. Please." Alan's words come out as a soft plea, one you’re unable to refuse. The next few seconds are spent fumbling with his belt and unbuttoning his pants. If he wants you to sing for him, then you want all of him. His eyes watch you open his pants as his fingers continue to grab and squeeze at your ass.

The palm of your hand presses and rubs against the stiff tension in his boxers. His hips jerk and he rolls his head back as another husky groan is let out. “Fuck…” He murmurs out again. “You’re going to be the death of me…” While grabbing your hips he lifts you off his lap and raises his hips. With a swift push, he shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs. His cock springs free, bouncing slightly as it’s released from the fabric that was holding it back.

Your cheeks flush brightly as you take in the sight of his erect cock. With a sudden shyness you grab the hem of your skirt and lift it up, exposing your panties to him. Alan’s eyes are dark with desire as they flicker from the pretty sight between your thighs to your eyes. “Can I keep going?” He asks not out of uncertainty of himself but to get your explicit permission.

“Please…” your soft begging is more than enough for him. He hooks his thumb around your panties and pulls them aside. The wet feeling of your panties bunched and pulled away by his thumb excites him. Alan’s other hand grabs your hip and begins to move you into place. The tip of his cock beading with precum easily finds its way between your slick folds. Then slowly, to relish the way you feel, he pulls you down onto him while simultaneously pushing his hips up.

Your breath catches as you feel him push into you. Once he is buried inside your wet cunt his thumb lets go of your panties. His hands once again grab your ass, the perfect handles for him. As you start to lift your hips to ride him his fingers tighten their grip on your plush ass. He holds you down onto his cock, not letting you move.

“No, let me do the work. I’m the one making it up to you.” His low sensual voice sends a shiver down your spine. After nodding to him that you understand, he slowly lifts you up, but not enough for him to slip out. Then his fingers dig into your ass as he pulls you down on his cock.

“Oh! Fuck!” A passionate cry from you fills the car. Your skirt is still being held up by your hands fisting the fabric. As he gives you another moment to adjust to him you drop your skirt and wrap your arms back around his neck.

Alan starts to repeat the motion of bouncing you up and down on his cock. The inside of his car quickly fills with the lewd sounds of your bodies slapping together and moans of pleasure. Alan isn’t the most vocal, letting out groans and grunts with each bob of you on his lap. You on the other hand are a symphony of moans, whimpers, and other erotic sounds. Perhaps that’s why he isn’t vocal, to hear the sounds you make. The thrill of being the cause of your pleasure making his cock throb.

His eyes rake over you as he bounces you. He can’t take his eyes off the way your lips part and moan, but he also can't stop watching the way your skirt bounces. Then there is the way your eyelids flutter and eyes roll back. His hips lift each time he pulls you down, making sure to hit the deepest parts of you.

“You feel too good…” he hesitantly admits, already feeling himself struggling to keep from unloading his cum inside you. Alan knows just what to do to encourage your orgasm. He reluctantly lets go of your ass with one hand and slides it to the front of you. His thumb moves between your bodies, pressing and circling your clit.

As he stimulates your sensitive clit your hips begin to buck with pleasure. Your moans become higher pitched and shorter in length, telling Alan that what he is doing is working.

“Ngh.. come on baby… come with me…” he murmurs out before leaning in and crashing his lips against his. His hand on your ass still bouncing you on his cock as he thrusts his hips up each time he pulls you down. Your messy moans are muffled against his lips when suddenly your back arches and your thighs instinctively try to close as they tremble with pleasure. Your orgasm makes your body shudder and jerk.

His thumb leaves your clit so his hand can grab your hips again. His strong hands hold you down onto his throbbing cock, and as your walls clench around him he lets his own release crash over him. Alan groans against your mouth while his hips jerk up, shooting his warm, sticky load inside of you.

As the two of you pull your lips apart a strand of saliva connects your lips before it breaks. You’re a panting and trembling mess as you recover from your orgasmic high. The spot between your bodies where they connect are wet with the mess of your love making.

Alan leans back in the car seat, his hands still gripping your hips. His chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. You look down at him with a soft smile. His hands travel up your hips and to your back as he pulls you to him. He rubs your back soothingly while you relax against him.

“You did good… I wasn’t too rough, was I? I didn’t hurt you?” Alan asks with tired concern in his voice, his hand making small circular motions on your back.

“No… you were perfect.” You murmur back, before kissing his cheek and resting your head against his shoulder. “I’m so glad you're back.” "Me too."

#tokyo debunker #tkdb #alan mido #tkdb x reader #alan x reader #my writing #18+ mdni #mdni

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feelfreetopleasemexo · 6 hours ago

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Stranger!Gojoxconfusedreader

Trauma, bonding, mild stalking potentially?, death, swearing, high emotional trauma.

PART 1

PLOT

Gojo explains multi time lines to you

"I find you in every single one, and I convince you every single time to give me the time of day, even just to speak to me for a moment, like this."

Takes you to the sunset with him as he relays the countless times he hasn't been able to save you, hoping this time line is the one where you survive.

After working a 14 hour shift, I was beyond exhausted. Unfortunately when people go sick, im the first person the boss calls. Every. Single. Time. It almost feels like I'm the only employee at that place, stacking shelves upon shelves, treating the rat problems, the unexplained stock disappearing, the late nights, the list truly did never end.

Walking home, I pass the bakery which usually id stop into everyday after work and grab some treats, hung up it's closed sign and turned it's lights off. A heavy sigh left my throat as I swung my head down.

"I started work before they opened, and I finished after they closed. God dammit." I slam my hand against the wall, knocking the lid off the trash bin next to me. As it crashes to the ground, a small cat shrikes and runs in-between my leg, knocking my balance. Nearly tripping every other person up walking past me on its escape, a lot of angry people cuss and stare daggers at me, as if I had undone my coat and let the terrified mini beast out myself for my own amusement. Rolling my eyes I pick the lid up, place it back and start to walk home when my name is suddenly screamed from the crowd. I turn to see a tall, slender man dressed in all black, with blacked out circular glasses on and glistening white hair flying in the wind.

"BEAN! BEAN! WAIT THERE A SEC!" He runs through the crowd in a flash, suddenly appearing in front of me panting.

"Bean, it's you. I knew it was you from your hair, I just, gimme a sec."

He pants, hands on his knees, clearly exhausted. As I stand there confused and back away slightly, he grabs my hand and falls to his knees, cradling it to his face, almost crying.

"I knew it was you, I just knew it. I got the days wrong a couple of times, but I knew when you finished work late I would find you. Completely different places and completely different jobs but still, I found you." He kisses my hand a few times and then stands and embraces me, arms around my waist, he squeezes as if he hasn't seen me in years.

"uuuuh, do I know you? Can you get off please..." I push him away and stumble backwards slightly, questioning why this random, yet insanely angelic man, pined after me like we were best friends lost years ago.

"Oh um, sorry it's just....After yesterday I couldn't wait. I had to find you in this new line, I usually like to wait a few weeks yano, really get the heartbreak out the way before I meet you again so I don't scare you but, this time, I just couldn't. It was horrible watching you...." He stared at me with such adoration, such mourning, heartfelt tears weld up in his eyes as his glasses slides down his nose slightly.

"You've been....watching me?"

"Well, after that bastard hit you last week, I couldn't help but step in, but I was still too late. Always too late..." He trailed off, grabbing my hands and running his thumb over my knuckles, as he stares down at how little they were in his. "Your walks home are always a little tough, guys groping you, pushing you, robbing you, I just couldnt watch it again, you'd think after 3/4 hundred times id learn you could defend yourself but..."

I pull my hands away, eyes wide with terror at this maniac confessing his stalk stories to me.

"Look no, look, we know each other. See." He pulls a Polaroid out of his wallet, a picture of me and him smiling at the beach, only, I have red hair in the picture and freckles covering most of my nose.

"umm... Where the fuck did you get that? Ive never been to the beach before and I certainly haven't with you....I don't even have red hair, and never have." I snatch the picture from his hand, studying it carefully, before he gasps and grabs it back.

" BE. CAREFUL. That's the only one I have." He angrily shouts, clutching the photo to his chest.

"it's the first time I met you, well, a couple weeks after but, this you started it all..." He sighs, rubbing his thumb over the section of my face, a tear drops onto it as he then places it back into his wallet.

"Look, I know it sounds crazy, and each time you never believe me until I'm begging, crying at your feet, but please. We know each other. I can prove it. Wasagi lane, your first ever house in Japan with your mother and father before they passed. Nougi your first pet fish that died the next day, you cried so hard you kept him for another week hoping he was just sleeping. Fugishya the name of your first boyfriend whos nose you broke when he kissed your best friend under the slide at play time. I know it all, I've heard you talk about it all every single time, I know you inside and out, bean. I know why your mother named you bean after you swore never to tell anyone..." Hes interrupted by a slap to the face.

"Dont you DARE talk about my mother." I say, angry tears running down my face.

"See! I know why you did that, I know what happened to her, I know why you still wear her ring..." Before the next slap reaches his face he grabs my hand, pulls me close and whimpers,

"Please. Just hear me out, please. I can't lose you before it's even begun, not yet, not again." He holds my head to his chest and cries into my hair, strokes it with one hand and the other squeezing the back of my jacket in despair. "Please" he quietly whimpers between sobs.

I let him hold me there for a moment, some random stalker wouldn't sob so loudly in front of everyone, clearly distraught at something that had happened between some form of us...his mental instability seemed genuine.

"Fine. Talk." I say, pulling away from him.

"REALLY?!" He gasps, wiping the tears from his face. "Thank you, THANK YOU!" He shouts tilting his head to the sky in euphoria.

"Id rather not do it here though, in front of these people now just staring at us in the street..." I glance around at the small crowd that's now surrounding us because of his loud display of affections, to a clearly confused young woman.

"it's fine, I know where we can go."

He takes my hand and we suddenly appear at the top of a hillside, overlooking the town we were just stood in. A bench surrounded by pink petals lacing the floor, and two cups set out with a flask in-between them.

"Here, take a seat, I've got milky tea waiting for you just how you like it, like they do in England." He now appears sat at one end of the table, pouring a pale brown liquid into one of the cups, gesturing for me to take it.

I walk up to the opposite side of the bench so we're now facing each other, sit down and stare at the drink in front of me.

"yano I'm not drinking that right?" I say as I stare into the steaming brown liquid, swirling around the cup.

"I know. You never do at first... But look." He drips his finger into the boiling water, wincing slightly at the heat, then putting it into his mouth. "See, no poison, no nasty tricks. I promise."

"Give it ten, and if you don't pass out I'll think about it." I say, still guarded at his efforts, folding my arms across my chest.

"Always so stubborn, even though I'm now the one pandering to you!" He giggles slightly, tilting his head and looking down at his own drink.

"Look, this better be good, I've had a long day and the last thing I need is some crazed lunatic crying at me in the middle of the street, let alone him then dragging me to picnic at sunset...."

"Its your favourite place. I always hope you'd remember it, even though there's no possibility you could but, I just....nothing still?" He glances at me, furrowing his bow in worry, praying that I somehow remember somewhere I've never been before.

"I'm sorry I..." As I start to apologize, he hangs his head and sighs, looking utterly defeated at my words.

A silence lingers before he speaks again, still not raising his head.

"Yano, there was one time you nearly remembered. When I asked, you said you felt a strange sensation on your lips, almost like you'd been stung by a bee or something. I was so excited, praying that that line was the one, the one you remembered me, remembered us, remembered this place but...." I heard tears dropping onto the table.

"You keep saying about us and a line, what do you mean? Like time travel shit?" I query, completely confused, and praying this man wasn't about to tell me he was from my future and that magically we had to have sex right here right now or the world was going to explode....

"Look, stay with me here, I know you never believe it the first time I say it but, I've met you before, quite a few times, well quite a fews is a bit of an understatement but, we know each other. Not always in the same way, but we always end up together. Here."

I stare at him in disbelief, this motherfucker better not pull the "were soulmates in every universe" crap just to get into my pants.

"Look, hold out your arm" He grabs my wrist from my crossed arms and pulls my sleeve up, showing my scar. He places his arm out next to it and shows that the scars forms a line across my arm and his.

"This is from the beach. We were building sand castles when you jumped on me and we landed on a crab. That bastard got us both pretty bad, and for some reason, in every single line you have the same scar. "

I stare at his scar and pull back, holding onto my arm and pulling my sleeve back down.

"No, I was born with it. Mother said they must've cut me by accident as they pulled me from her stomach."

"Then why does it line up perfectly with mine?" He sternly questions. For a man who was just sobbing at me feet, he sure did have an aggressive tone on him now.

"I don't....sometimes these things happen I guess. It's not divine intervention that you could've seen my scar from stalking me and cut your own arm just to make this ploy...." He slams the photo on the table.

"Look at it. Look at us. You're telling me you don't even slightly remember this?"

I stare down at it then back at him,

"No." I bluntly reply.

"You don't remember this?!" He leans across the table, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me. His lips pressed so forcefully against mine, our teeth nearly clash. I force him away and stand from the bench.

"Touch me again and I'll kill you. Now take me back to where we just were, I don't even know how the fuck we got here, but you better get us back."

His head laying on the table, fists curled up next to his head, he starts sobbing uncontrollably. He slams one fist against the table,

"WHY DO YOU NEVER REMEMBER?! WHY AM I ALWAYS THE ONE LEFT REMEMBERING. ITS NOT FAIR. I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I CANT TAKE WATCHING YOU DIE IN MY ARMS EVERY SINGLE TIME, TO THEN JUMP TO THE NEXT LINE AND HAVE YOU TERRIFIED OF ME, BEFORE THE CYCLE STARTS AGAIN!" His uncontrollable sobbing terrified me, and yet, something flickered in my chest. I reached to my lips as they burned from his force, was this deja vu? Did his kiss make this feeling creep up? His crying? His shouting? Confused, I traced my bottom lip trying to figure out what the hell I was feeling. He looks up.

"Wait....what're you doing? DO YOU REMEMBER?!" He forcefully stands up from the table, knocking both drinks to the floor. "PLEASE tell me you remember, even just my crying, or my shouting, or my stupid hair, SOMETHING!"

"I...don't know. I don't remember anything, but my lips, they're tingling, like you said before. It's like I've ripped all the skin off them and the airs burning them."

He runs to me knocking us to the floor, laying ontop of me his tears fall on my face.

"Please, please tell me you remember. Please. Anything."

"Look, I don't remember a beach, I don't remember your face or your name, but I have a strange feeling in my chest, and on my lips...I have no idea why, but something feels weird."

He sinks his head into my chest, clutching his arms around my back, pulling me into him.

"Do you remember anything of the Gojo Clan?" Suddenly my head spins, a distant memory of a man in white, reaching his hand out to me and calling my name, I see a smile and a glint and then...it's gone.

"Get off me! What the hell have you done to me?!" I scream, backing away on my bum, scrambling my legs to get distance between us.

"YOU REMEMBER! You remember me standing there don't you, helping you up when you fell. That's the first time we met. You actually REMEMBER?!" He scrambles to me, tears flooding his now puffy red eyes, screaming pure joy at me as he tries to reach me. I scream and kick my feet furiously in front of me, trying to keep any distance between us I can.

"I don't know what I remember. A man in white, smiling, his hand near me...I'm just remember a dream I had a couple of times okay. It's not you, it's nothing to do with you. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" I clamber to my feet and try to start running, but he appears in front of me. Grabbing my arms he locks me in place.

"Listen, calm down. It mightve just been a dream to you, but I know it happened. I know it did. It's the first time we ever met. Jujitsu highschool, you were a new student and I was your teacher. Someone called Nanami threw something at you and knocked you on your ass. I offered to help you up. Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but I think when I kissed you it clicked something in you. It's never happened this quickly before, and you've only ever vaguely remembered a feeling before now, but this time, something's happening in you. Your body is remembering. It's screaming at you to remember me." He voice shakes as he tries to calm us both down.

"Please, just, let me try one more time. And if nothing else happens I'll let you go, I'll take you back to the bakery and you'll never see me ever again, okay?"

Panicked, I try to wiggle free from his grasp, but his sheer strength keeps me in place. After a few deep breaths I slightly calm myself and lung to kiss him.

"No, not like that. Please, just let me."

He says flinging his head back away from my advance.

He leans in slowly and plants his glassy lips on me. A tender sweet kiss transcends me, even just for a moment. Memories flood my brain of warm summer airs, food smothered across my face, laughter echoing through my mind as a tv with a film blaring in the background deafens me. Suddenly a sharp sting from a cut on my arm, his face kissing it better, then his face plastered in blood, hes screaming at me with no sound, debris falling behind him, darkness.

I pull back away, tears flooding my eyes as I stare at him emotionless, everything suddenly fades to black and I lose consciousness in his arms.

okay okay, do I bother with a part two? I'm obsessed with writing these stories, but don't wanna flood the #s with my crap 😅

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk fanart #gojo x you

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myeyebagsaredesigner · 20 hours ago

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Imma open my mind abt Tim Jason and Duke to you every day now I fucking love them.

Jason, Duke and Tim are almost 24/7 hours on Face Time, talking? No, just being, they're in the same room but still face timing cuz Duke likes to post those "24 hours again with twins 🔥" or smth like that, and sometimes they even talk to eachother through their sleeps

Tim and Duke having a whole ass conversation while sleeping on facetime and Jason is just there laughing when he gets home from patrol at night

Tim and Duke team up to mess with Jason even if they know he'd answer it while awake cuz its just fun.

Jason and Tim are out patrolling together while telling Duke whats happening even thought he's asleep

Even when they are with their respective partners they are on a call [Thought no voice nor camera open] and they just sometimes chime in to say smth abt the convo and leaves again

Tim and Duke also love to use Jason as a pillow

Ah yes, the classic "on call but could easily not be", the times of true friendship. They definitely do that. I don't see how they WOULDN'T!

I feel like it would be a very comforting presence for them, y'know? Like, no one has to be on the call and no one usually has anything that's necessary to talk about, yet they stay on the call because they want to.

The first time Tim stays on call with them overnight, he's very pleasantly surprised. Like, the call has been pretty silent for the past 15 minutes, aside from the background noise coming from Jason's patrol and the light snores from Duke's end. Jason finally goes home and Tim thinks he's probably going to hang up, but Jason just takes his phone with him into the bathroom and turns off his camera.

Something along these lines, I think

Tim: *Internally debating whether he should hang up or not*

Jason, getting home: "Gotta shower.. sleep."

Tim: "Yeah, I should probably, like, do my skincare."

Jason: "'Kay." *Takes phone into bathroom and shuts off camera*

Tim: ..interesting

Jason eventually gets out of the shower and turns his camera back on, just to throw himself into bed and knock out. Tim is left with a weird feeling of 'this kind of makes me happy and wanted in an interesting way, didn't know I could feel that' and goes to bed.

Jason would definitely sleep in, and Tim and Duke would do that think of 'hey Jason, stay sleeping if..' knowing fully well he's still asleep. "Jason, stay sleeping if you think I'm awesome." "Jason, don't say anything if I'm your favorite." "Jason, stay quiet if I can have the last yogurt." Jason does not like this. He will wake up to a half empty closet and a raided fridge, and they'll show him videos they took of him sleeping through their questions as "evidence."

I think it'd be funny if when Jason and Tim are patrolling, they talk to Duke without even realize it. Like they start narrating things they're doing and talking their thoughts through, not because they think they need to tell Duke, but because they subconsciously want him to know and just have a weird urge to narrate themselves. They understand each other, so it's not weird. The other bats are very confused. They make Jason do a blood test one day to test for possible poisons because on patrol he said "I am now loading my gun" while doing just that. They think he has some sort of truth serum. He does not.

They're all so used to being on call with each other, so they never get startled or caught off guard when someone speaks over the phone. It's normal for them, but not for the people around them.

Like, Tim will be silently working on the Batcomputer with Bruce looking at some files or something. Jason randomly sneezes and Bruce almost goes flying out of his chair. He hears Duke mock him with an "achOo" and turns to Tim, who's eyes haven't left the screen. He didn't even know them three were that close. Didn't even know they spoke to each other often. He peers at the screen and sees Duke walking down the isle of a grocery store and Jason's camera off, but he gapes at the call time of 17 hours. He can't imagine why they would be on call for that long if they aren't even talking.

Jason will be with Roy, who's absolutely done with this. He always forgets Jason is on call until Duke or Tim mumble something random and he always gets scared. Jason will say something, and he'll go to answer, only to realize he was talking to the phone.

Duke is sitting on the bus, and the people around him silently peer over to look at his phone. There's two other people on the call, one of them who looks like he'll pass out any minute, and the other who's only showing half his face while he scrolls on his phone. The bus people think they're trying to break a world record. They're sure they have already won.

Since they're on call literally all day, I'm sure their phones are always charging. Like, if they're lounging around the apartment or something it's plugged in to the wall. They carry around packs of portable chargers with them wherever they go. It's a bit.. much.

AND YES!! PILLOW JASON!!

Yes to all physical affection in general, but not the "normal type?" They don't go up to each other and exchange hugs or anything, but they're like always in contact whenever they're physically around each other. Jason will drape himself over them if they're sitting in a chair. They like it, it feels like a weighted blanket. Duke will always be leaning against someone. Sitting back to back, a hand on the shoulder, leaning against their legs when he sits on the floor in front of the couch. Tim will just start poking them. Duke is sitting next to him trying to eat breakfast and he's being rapidly poked in the cheek. Jason's ears are always red because Tim likes to pull at them when he's bored. He'll knock his forehead against their shoulders.

They always find a way to fit on the same couch. Accidental kicks to the face, awkwardly places limbs, an elbow in the side. They are not deterred. It's comfortable in it's own way. They'll all lay on the floor sometimes. Dick walks into the Batcave one day and sees them laying on the mats. Jason is on his stomach, Tim's head is on the back of his shoulder with his arm draped across his back. Duke is laying on Jason's thigh and is hugging one of Tim's stray legs. They're passed out. Dead asleep. Dick doesn't know the last time he saw Tim sleep. He lets it be after a quick picture.

I love them <3

#jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #dc

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mystycalypso · 1 day ago

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HELLOOO

I love your swap au sm! Your literally the only blog i check daily lol. Ik your working on something, so you don't have to answer right away, but (if you haven't answered this already) how does laser and K.O find out about epictia actually being Carol?

Thats all, I'ma just explode now

AAAA, y'all are too nice seriously. I can't say it enough, I'm glad y'all like this storyline so much, especially since I didn't expect this to go past the initial designs when I posted them jytgjgtyyjgg, speaking of,

Technically, I did make screenshot redraws for Big Reveal way back when, but uh, that was before the redesign, which means it's noncanonical now and and it's time to update!

He continued to enjoy his morning, looking at some old photos from his P.O.I.N.T. days, feeling a weight off his chest, it felt nice getting to tell his son about the wonderful woman his mother had been, and to see the amazement it brought him, it all went better than he could've ever hoped. Who knows, maybe K.O. would even give those supervillains an extra strong whooping just for her.

That is, until he heard K.O. screaming, good cob there's not much of a better way to bring a dad directly to your location to destroy you than hurting his sweet baby boy like that.

He burst through the ceiling, slamming Epictia to the ground.

"No one's ruining my son's miss-" he stopped as she lifts her arms to block his strike. "How dare you! Those cuffs belonged to Silverspark!"

He grabbed her wrists to yank them off as K.O. interrupted. "Daddy wait! That IS Silverspark."

He looked back at K.O. "What are you talking about pumpkin?" He looks back at her "This is professooorrrrr..." it seems to click in his brain, the bleach blond streak, the heart shaped face.

"Caroline?"

She grins, laughing, "How've you been, pretty boy?"

"You're- you're back-!"

She pulls a vial from her jacket, "I never left." slamming it against the catwalk a purple smokescreen erupts, causing Laser and K.O. to start coughing.

"You- that witch!" He yelled, before K.O. pointed beneath the catwalk

"Daddy, down there"

"Oh no, you don't you- you deadbeat!" He tackled her to the ground again.

"Where were you?! Did you think it'd be funny to run away from us all these years?!"

Epictia cackles, slithering out of his grip, evading his hits and jabbing the end of her tail into his side.

"I thought you were destroyed! Or shrunk or teleported or-!" He grunted. "Have you been here this whole dang time?! Did you even think about us once?!" She doesn't answer, only laughing further, enjoying watching his attacks become less cordinated.

Until he managed to grab her sweater.

"Enough!

"Answer me! Or this time you really will be destroyed!"

"Fine... but you're not gonna like the truth any more than this, pretty boy."

"Ugh." He shoved her back and onto the ground

(Jumping a lot here since Epictia's backstory could and probably should have its own post)

"How dare you ask something that stupid after everything you did! Do you really think we want anything to do with you after-!" he paused, small purple sparks unyeilding until he noticed K.O. walk forward. "What are you doing?!"

"She's the worst evil I've ever fought, but- if she really is my mom, than that means there's some of her in me. And maybe learning from her about that part of me will help me learn about TKO too, I, I think I need to do this."

"Kaio-"

"So can I go, Daddy? Please, please, please?"

He rubbed his arm. "Uh...well-...alright pumpkin. I'll support you."

(After the whole, it's tuesday thing)

"Hey, you okay, K.O.?"

"Yknow, I really never expected to have- villain blood in me..."

"Aw, kiddo... it's not silly things like that that make you good or bad." He reached across his lap and poked his chest. "It's about the choices you make in here." K.O. smiled, "Well, I chose to be a hero!"

"That's my boy." He gave a small smile back, and silence fell between them for a moment.

"...Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" Laser smiled again, rubbing his arm. "...I will be. Because I've got an incredible hero in my corner." He fluffed K.O.'s hair. "And y'know what heroes get?" K.O.'s eyes lit up.

"Ooh, ooh, what do they get?"

"Ice cream at Weiner Kabob!"

#ok ko let's swap #this ones pretty wholesome despite it all actually #in a sad sweet way #ok ko lets be heroes #ok ko let's be heroes #artist #digital art #drawing #ok ko #laserblast ok ko #professor epictia #laserblast #turbo laserblast #ok ko kaio #kaio kincaid #swap au #ok ko au

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Stuck

Trigger warnings: Claustrophobia, panic attacks

Scared one: Chan (I'm sorry that he always has to suffer from my mind's ideas TT)

Comforter: Changbin, Felix

In @eternal-stay 's country is/was a blackout and we just pretend that it was in Seoul. Well and when there is a blackout, elevators get stuck. And who is known for being... no, not stuck in an elevator (that would go to skz' Felix and the Felix who writes this... is that kinda a Felix-thing???), no who is known for being up all night in the studios? Right Chan and sometimes Changbin. Well you can imagine or read the rest.

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"Hyung? It's already 2am, I think we should go home now" Chan looked up from his laptop, in Changbin's direction. The younger boy looked tired indeed and Chan started to feel guilty about letting him stay in the 3RACHA studio for so long. "You can already go Binnie, I'll just make this ready and-" "No, we'll go back together! I don't want you to stay here all night." The Aussie sighed but nodded defided. Changbin, clearly suprised that the leader didn't argue, just took it as a win.

After they saved their work, they went to the elevator together.

Normaly the leader wouldn't go in an elevator and preffered the stairs. Small rooms made him anxious. Like really, really anxious. But he was too tired to fight against Changbin now. What could happen anyway?

They waited until the elevator arived. As soon, as the doors closed, Changbin felt Chan grapping the right arm of the rapper and hold on it tight. "Sshh hyung, no need to be scared. See we're nearly there" Changbin tried to help the eldest. He got a slow nod back.

Suddenly, the elevator stood still and the light went out. Chan's grip around Changbin's arm tightened and he heard that Chan's breathing got faster. "B-Binnie, what's wrong?" the leader asked with a shaky voice. "I don't know. Maybe a little blacko-" realizing that his words weren't the smartest to calm his friend down, Changbin stopped himself. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned the flashlight on.

The rapper turned his head to Chan, so he could get a better view on the leader. As soon as the light hit the other's face, he turned away, clearly not wanting Changbin to see his face. But Changbin saw it and it broke his heart.

Chan's eyes were opened wide, tears rolled down his cheeks and his breathing was fast and unsteady. His already pale skin was even paler and his complete body was shaking.

"Hey, Channie, look at me, yeah? Can you do that for me?" Changbin was suprised how soft his voice sounded, but hardly doubt that his friend would listen to him. The more surprised he was, when Chan really turned his face in Changbin's direction again. Before the rapper could say something, the older one started to speak "W-what if we won't c-come out here?" Changbin tried to understand what his leader said. As always when Chan was scared, hurt or sick, he started to speak a mix out of Korean and English and his voice cracked at some point. He was swallowing down a sob, Changbin was sure about it.

"No, that won't happen, I promise." "B-but how do you... do you know?" "I'm very sure about it" Changbin went over to his scared friend and pulled him in a tight hug. That was enough for Chan to break down.

He started to sob in Changbin's neck, holding the younger member so tight as if he feared he could fade away or something like that.

If Changbin's heart didn't already break, it broke now. He had never seen Chan in such a panic, never heard him sobbing like that. He slowly started to rub circles over the other's back and tried to comfort him. "Sshh Channie, it's okay, we'll be fine, we'll be fine. We are safe, nothing will happen to us. They will find us, don't worry. Should I call Felix, so they know where we are? Or Minho?" "...Lix"

Changbin barely heard him through the sobs. "Okay, Felix it is then. Can I just call him and I hug you after it again?" he felt how Chan shook his head and started to sob harder again. "Hey, it's fine, it's completely fine. But can we sit down, maybe? It will be more comfortabe" this time Chan nodded and they sat down.

The rapper pullled his hyung closer to him and hugged him from the side, while he started to call Felix. He saw, that the other members already tried to call him. Hastily he tipped in Felix' name. "Please, please, please pick up Yongbok!" he muttered under his breath. After two ringing noises, a cracking sound could be heard and right after it Felix deep and with worry filled voice.

Felix: Changbin?? Where are you and Chan?

Changbin: In JYPE.

F: Are you both safe? The complete city is shut down, thanks to a blackout.

CB: We're aware of it. Chan-hyung is with me. *Whispering* but I can't tell you how safe we are.

F: What?! Where are you in JYPE?

CB: We got stuck in an elevator. Channie-hyung is freaking out completely.

F: I'll call someone to help you!

CB: Yeah, I guess that would be good...

F: I'll call you again as soon as possible. Say Channie-hyung that he doesn't need to be scared.

CB: Thank you, I'll tell him.

With that, Felix hung up.

Changbin looked back at the Aussie, who hid his head in the rapper's neck. "Channie?" he knew that Chan preffered that nickname when he was scared, so he tried to use it as often as possible in this situation. "Mhm?" Chan looked up to the rapper. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and tears still fall down his cheeks. "Felix calls someone to help us now. And then he will call again."

While talking Changbin gently pushed his hyungs head back on his shoulder and started to play with his hair. Chan didn't protest and just cuddled closer on his dongsaeng. "Are you still scared that something will happen to us?" Changbin asked softly and looked down at Chan, who nodded. "Y-you know I hate small rooms like this..." "Yeah, I know. Sorry for bringing you in here" "It's not your fault. I could've walked down" he still mixed the two languages up but at least he had stopped to talk so fast.

They sat there in silent for a little time, the only thing that was audible sometimes, were Chan's choked sobs and a slight pitch in his breathing. A look on the phone told Changbin 2:30am. He sighed and just wanted to put the phone away again, when a call from Felix showed up at the display.

F: Help will come as... as soon as possible.

CB: Oh thank god! Wait, why are you panting?

F: I-I'm on my way to JYPE

CB: What?! Why??

F: So I'm there as soon as you are out of that damn fucking-

CB: Okay, I got it you can stop swearing on this elevator.

Felix stopped running for a moment to catch his breath again. When he stopped, he noticed a weird backround noise out of the phone.

F: Is Chan still crying?

CB: Yeah and he talks to me *whispering* I guess.

F: Do you even understand something out of this language-mess or does it only sound messy through the phone?

CB: No, it does sound messy and no, I can't understand that pretty good, but until now, I managed.

F: Can you put me on speaker? Maybe I can understand him when he wants to say something.

CB: Sure

*Puts phone on speaker*

F: Hello? Channie-hyung, Changbin? You both hear me?

BC, CB: Yes

F: Okay that's good. Is help already there?

CB: It wasn't there a second ago and I would've told you...

F: Sorry my bad. Channie-hyung?

BC: Y-yeah, I'm here don't worry.

Changbin and Felix heard how shaky Chan's voice was, but both decided to not say anything to that fact.

F: Okay, good. You fine, mate?

BC: Yes, I'm fine.

F: Okay I'm nearly...th...damn...

There was a cracking noise again, then silence. "Damn the signal broke!" Changbin muttered. Chan stayed silent and stared at the wall.

"Hey, you really okay?" Changbin looked at his friend with worry in his eyes. "Y-yeah, just feel a little sick" "Do you need to throw up?" the Aussie shook his head. "Okay, just say if it gets worse".

They sat there a couple of minutes, until Chan started to shiver again. "Is it worse?" the rapper asked, before he realized, that the leader had started to cry again. "I-I just want to get out of h-here" "I know Channie I know" Changbin pulled the older one in a hug again. "This is so dumb! I shouldn't cry like this. It's pathetic. I should be stronger than this. I'm such a bad hyung" "Hush now Chan! First of all, this is not dumb. You are scared and that is okay and not pathetic, no matter in which position or situation you are and especially that you cry is so, so strong. And second, you are the best hyung we could ever have! You are the best leader in the universe, got it?" Chan nodded against Changbin's shoulder and let out a shaky breath.

Just when Chan had calmed down, the elevator suddenly started to move down again and the light went back on. Completely surprised Chan and Changbin stood up. The Aussie clutched the rapper's arm again, fear in his eyes. "Hey Chan, no worries, the blackout is over, that's why it moves again" the other didn't look totally convinced but stopped to grip Changbin's arm like his life depended on it.

The elevator stopped again. A moment nothing happened and Changbin was afraid that Chan would start to panic again. But then finally the doors opened to the sides and Felix stood in front of them.

"Oh my- thank god!" he shouted and opened his arms for Chan, who ran straight to Felix and out of "the thing right out of hell" how he would call the elevator later. Felix hugged his hyung tightly and Chan started to sob again, but this time in Felix' shoulder. "Sshh Channie, it's okay, I've got you, nothing can happen to you now" the younger Aussie whispered, while he smiled at Changbin who came out a bit slower (what wasn't hard with the speed his hyung had had).

"I'm so glad you both are okay!" Felix muttered to Changbin, when he joined the hug. "Me too. Me too, believe me" he got as an answer.

END

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Aahhhh, I loved writing this. Now I don't have ideas anymore and a long weekend so please, please, pleaseeee write ideas XDD

PS.: they arived at the dorm around 4am thanks to a traffic jam that had built up, which even blocked the way! No need to say that Chan never went into an elevator again and even Changbin tried to avoid it XD

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