#but truly thanks for being so unafraid to tell me!

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

"Just be mean and stop wasting people's time"

Yes, thank you. I have nothing else to add. Just wanted to emphasize how much I agree with this by sending an ask about it and also... Hi ! It's nice to meet you :)

Well hello there!! Its truly really nice to meet you too! I know I followed for a little bit now, just haven't yet made the proper introductions yet!

I'm Patchy! Gracie's other wife! And I followed you because... well gotta keep tabs on my wife's wife to make sure they're okay and all that jazz!

So, guess we're friends now~

Also... bless you for this. Glad to see we're on the same page here. Not gonna lie was a little nervous thinking this was gonna be aggressive so I am very happy itz not and we have the same view point on this!!

Anyway, you're always free to stop by for a chat, would love to get to know ya more 💛💛

[inthepeakymidwinter]

Teach Me. (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Y/N is a secretary dealing with the usual creepiness of being a woman in a male dominated workplace. *cough* Thomas Shelby to the rescue. *cough* TW: Drinking Word Count: 1225 (It was a Thomas fic I couldn't skimp on this obvi) A/N:(This might be one of the last stories I keep up with. I LOWKEY might have arthritis so this was the one thing I wanted to work on tonight before I die at work tomorrow and have no more energy for the rest of the week 💀 anyway ENJOY!! I still wanna write more of this because its so cute and i can tell it will get STEAMYY) Tags: @globetrotter28 @theshelbyclan

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It had been three weeks since the start of my new job as Secretary of Shelby Company LTD. I was doing what I knew how to do best. Calling clients, scheduling appointments, working with the rest of the girls in the back to help coordinate others schedules and get ready for all the big meetings the Shelby boys were in. I knew nothing about horses or gambling but that was okay, Polly told me everything I needed to know between meetings and somehow, I was able to keep up.

After spending 9 hours sorting through old mail and calling to make appointments, I was ready to end my day. I was tired of the Shelby boys coming up to my desk just to make crude remarks and then walk away. Between the “are you working hard or barely working?” comments and the weird “I’m better now that you’re here” flirtations I was ready to give up the job I needed most but the girls that worked with me just told me to tell them to “fuck off”. I was too kind to be able to do that and not feel guilt for it. The only Shelby that truly treated me like a human was Thomas. He was the middle brother and the most professional. I admired his work ethic, and how he would put pressure on the other boys to be more professional.

It was almost time for closing the shop when a man in a dark coat walked in. He had the familiar peaky blinder cap on, and I immediately sighed. It was probably Arthur, the oldest of the Shelby boys. He usually came in to take a bit of cash and go gamble at the fighting matches on the corner. I continued to file my paperwork as normal until I heard footsteps walk up to my desk and I sat straight up to look at him. It wasn’t Arthur like I thought it was. In fact, it turned out to be Thomas.  He took off his cap to reveal his dark hair and short sides, a typical cut for the peaky blinders. “Do you have any clue where the rest of the papers are for my newest horse?” He asked me in a frustrated tone. I thought to myself about where I put his papers and then the location finally dawned on me. “They’re…uh- in your desk sir… I put them in the middle drawer on the right” I stuttered. He saw right through me and his eyes glimmered. He thanked me quickly and started to walk away, but it looked as if something bothered him deeply. I saw him stop in his tracks and turn towards me once more.

“Y/N…Come to my office when your done” He requested. I gave him a gentle nod but on the inside my heart had just leapt out of my chest at his request. After my anxiety spiraled for a few moments, I finally got the courage to go up to his office. One half of me was convinced I was going to be fired but the other half of me said I needed to pull myself up by the weak straps on my black mary janes and storm into his office unafraid.

When I finally brought myself into his office, I was surprised by the view of two glasses of some brownish alcohol sitting neatly at his desk. “Y/N, please… make yourself comfortable” Mr. Shelby stood up from his black leather office chair and gestured to the seat in front of his desk. I held my breath and walked over to the chair in front of his desk. I pulled at the edges of my skirt before neatly sitting down and crossing my legs. I watched Mr. Shelby begin to sip his drink before sitting down after me. “So what’s this I hear about Arthur stealing from the safe?” He raised his right eyebrow and looked at me for answers with his oceanic blue eyes. I sunk in my seat and frustratingly brushed my forehead. “Mr. Shelby, I don’t want to get in your private busine-“ “Y/N if there’s something you know…It’s best that you tell me” He raised his voice at first but calmed down the second I looked up at him.

“Mr. Shelby…I don’t want to tell you because he makes…advancements...and I really don’t want to get on his bad side” I sighed deeply and looked down at the floor.

“Advancements?” Thomas asked with both eyebrows up this time. “Uh-…Unwanted…romantic advancements” I murmured. He chuckled for a moment and drank from his glass once more. “Y/N, that’s just Arthur. Actually, that’s probably half of the Shelby boys. Tell you what…I’ll tell him off if you just tell me what’s going on, eh? Deal?” Thomas bargained.

I gave him a sheepish nod and spoke up, “I see him every Friday…leaving from the safe and when I walk home at night…I see him at the fights around the corner.” Thomas nodded and took a deep breath. “Thank you, Y/N,” He thanked and reached for the second glass of alcohol. “Drink with me, yeah?” He asked. I took the glass in my hands and asked him what it was. He paused for a moment to look in my eyes and he realized that I was asking him a genuine question and not joking. “It’s whiskey” He smiled. “There’s a lot you don’t know, eh?” Thomas asked me as I put the drink up to my lips.

“Only some” I spoke and decided to take a big swig of the liquid. Almost immediately it felt like I was on fire, and I started choking on the bitterness of the drink. “Easy, Y/N” Thomas raced over and got me a glass of water from his beverage cart on the left side of the room. He handed it to me, and I grabbed it like it was my last drink on earth. I coughed one last time and placed the drinks on his desk.  

“Mr. Shelby…I do know some things…I know a lot about being a secretary…and I also know that I won’t be drinking again” I chuckled. He smiled softly at me and ran his hands through his hair. “Y/N how old are you? I don’t think you told me when we hired you” Mr. Shelby questioned and sat back down at his chair. I began to comfortably shift in my chair and looked at Mr. Shelby. His eyes met mine and my face flushed. He was similar to me in that he dressed quite professionally every time I saw him around the office. His coat always matched the color of his suits and there was never a day that went by where he didn’t say goodbye to me. “I’m 22, Mr. Shelby” I answered him.

“Well…you have a lot to learn, Y/N” He spoke low and took another drink.

“and I would say…You have a lot to teach Mr. Shelby” I flirted. I don’t know what got into me with that drink, but it was exuding a certain confidence in me that I had never felt before. Thomas smirked at my reply and drank once more. “So I’ll teach you then” His smile matched mine and I felt my cheeks heat up. I could tell this was not going to end well for the both of us.

[lemonluvgirl]

Okay, Chica - A G rated prompt: Katniss gets goosebumps when she holds Peeta's hands.

Thank you to the INCREDIBLE @mega-aulover for this prompt :) I hardly get the excuse to try and write fluff and I have to say I enjoyed the entire exercise!

She'd like to say that getting close to Peeta again was as easy as breathing, but that would be a lie.

It wasn't easy. It was difficult. Full of false starts and awkward interludes and enough unsaid words to fill a shelf of books. Katniss understood this because she knew there was no way to ever truly start over with Peeta Mellark, even if she truly and deeply wished she could erase the past year of him being captured, tortured, and everything that followed until the end of the war.

There were layers of history and trauma in between them, and Peeta wasn't always aware of the context or meaning that colored their interactions, but neither was he oblivious. He felt things and picked up on things and he could still read the room with startling precision.

He remembered odd snippets sometimes, and the major events of their history together but the day-to-day workings of their relationship (which was still stuck in some strange place between cautious allies on good days and distrustful antagonists on the bad ones) seemed to puzzle him at first when he came back if not downright confuse him.

He legitimately didn't understand why Gale hadn't come back to District 12 with her after she had been exiled.

They got into it one night after seeing his face pop up on the nightly newscast. He asked questions with an internal compulsion that she had come to recognize. It was an extension of his 'Real or Not Real' mechanism.

The coping strategy he defaulted to when something just didn't sit right in his mind. And she knew that it was finally time to tell him why Gale hadn't come home, why she hadn't wanted him to accompany her back, why it might be better if he just stayed away indefinitely. Or at least until the still razor-sharp pain she got inside her chest every time she thought of him lessened somewhat.

So she told him about that day outside the president's mansion. She told him about the bombs and about what Snow said in the rose garden. About Coin and her tests of loyalty at the victor's meeting. She told him about Gale and Beetee's bombs and how no one knew for sure how it had happened, who had given the authorization, or what design they had used.

But the implication hung heavy in the air as it had that day that Gale had come to bring her the final arrow to end the war.

"So that's why he's not here." That had been his only reply. Katniss had nodded, not looking at him, lost in her thoughts about how far they had all come from the people they had once been three years ago.

Peeta had taken her silence and had wadded through it, unafraid to confront the dark waters that threatened to drown out the moment of honesty between them.

"There are a hundred reasons why he's not here." Katniss finally replied looking at him and finding his blue eyes dark, sad, and full of that special kind of empathy that never felt inconsequential, or cheap. Even as lost in his own mind as he tended to get sometimes, Peeta's reactions to other people's pain were the same as they used to be. Pure and noble, and not stemming from any misguided sense of pity.

His hand reached over to cover hers, and he enfolded her own small hand into his grasp. Goosebumps spread from the place where his skin touched hers.

"I'm so sorry Katniss." He said, tone even and quiet. "We were all forced to do horrible things in the games, and in the war, but that really is something terrible to try and come back from. But maybe with time you and he could—"

"There's no coming back, Peeta." She said cutting him off.

"But, if you could find it in your heart to forgive me after I tried to kill you then surely you and Gale can work this out. You two have been through so much together."

Katniss nearly recoiled at not only his words but the earnestness with which he said them.

"Everyone's been through a lot these past two years. You included. I don't need to work out anything with Gale. He can stay right where he is for the foreseeable future."

"But you love him," Peeta said quietly, but his eyes were confused and his brows were pulled down and tight together.

She shook her head slowly at him, recognizing immediately the familiar tone of his voice. It usually preceded a barrage of questions in the real or not real vien.

"No, Peeta. I don't. Gale was never the one I loved. Not like that. "

"Well, my memory isn't the most reliable but from what I've pieced together about you two before the games, and then everything that came after, I was sure..." He trailed off and she reached out and hesitantly placed her hand over his. He looked down and frowned slightly, but in a way that illustrated his confusion.

"I wasn't. When I came home after the first arena all I wanted was for things to go back to the way they had been before, clear-cut and easy. But I couldn't go back. And trying to feel something for Gale beyond friendship was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made. I just didn't know how to let go of that part of my life, where all I needed was my bow, the woods, my sister, and my best friend. I might have loved him once, the way you love someone who is like family to you. But I was never in love with him. I've finally learned the difference between real and not real when it comes to that. " She said it with such surety, such conviction, and the way she stared at him. It was like her gray eyes were trying to press some kind of message into him.

He looked startled by her words at first, then he blinked, and it was like he was seeing her clearly for the first time.

Well, maybe not for the first time. There had been many moments where the secret and mysterious nature of the inscrutable Katniss Everdeen was revealed to him in snapshots and quick glances. Like catching sight of something that arrests your eyes right before the door snaps shut.

But looking at Katniss at that moment Peeta knew the door wasn't going to close this time.

No, the warmth of her hand in his, and the look in her eyes told him that this time the door was open for him, as long as he was brave enough to walk through it.

[trash-bats]

2024 has been an incredible year for me to be a Davey Havok fan:

new DREAMCAR songs & footage of their amazing performances

the DREAMCAR rat I drew being shared on Davey's Insta

the creation of the Substack blog and all of the amazing stories he's been telling (plus, being able to leave heartfelt comments that he acknowledges)

the AFI show in August & meeting two of my online pals

Blaqk Audio show on the fucking barricade with my friends, being acknowledged by and sung to by Davey himself...

And the year ain't over yet. I am making it a priority to finally finish my Trash Bat illustration of Davey full of dozens of references to the band's entire history by the end of this year, I have an idea for a DREAMCAR design featuring my beloved rat Endri, I have so much plotting to do for future art projects, and I have no time to be sad with post-concert blues because all I can think about is that we're getting a new AFI album sometime next year -- which means we're also likely getting an AFI headlining tour. Right now, the dream I am chasing is someday drawing a piece of art that is offered for sale as official merchandise for one of these projects, and for possibly the first time in my life it actually feels like it's attainable if I keep working towards it.

AFI, Blaqk Audio & DREAMCAR genuinely saved my life. Not just when I was a teen, but they continue to do so. When some really bad shit happened to me in 2021, I drowned my darkness in their music, I clung to their lyrics and found new meanings that brought me comfort and understanding. Being faced with my mortality made me realize how important it was to embrace my passions and follow my dreams in the present. I used to be really quiet in the fandom and try not to "bother" people with my special interest because I faced a lot of eye rolls and sighs when I would constantly talk about them, but I'm never letting that stop me ever again. I am so much happier now that I am more honest and unafraid to share my love for these musicians, I have many more connections with people around the world who feel the same way, and I'm making the steps to finally create art that tries to capture my pure love and respect for these bands when mere words fail me.

Truly, thank you to everyone who have read my insane ramblings, to those who have refrained from unfollowing me even when this is the only topic I'm capable of posting about, to anyone who has ever made the time to listen to even a single one of these songs because of me, and especially to the fellow fans who have shown me fellowship and solidarity after all the years I self-isolated. It means the world to get to be a part of this fandom & to connect with others who feel similarly deeply connected to these beautiful songs that have changed our lives.

[bleedingspades]

Moon Spell

Dabi x afab reader (unedited)

Much longer then expected so expect a part 2! Warning: mentions of murder, swearing, and spoilers regarding Dabi’s origin

If there is one thing Touya yearns for, it’s being seen truly seen. He never found that in his father despite becoming one of the most wanted criminals and telling the world who he is. He was still invisible.

Then there was you. You’d just closed up your coffee shop for the night in your small little village. You’d heard a little bit about the big fight between heroes and villains but you don’t pay mind to the news. You specifically choose a simple slide phone to avoid social media.

You like the peace of your simple yet humble life. Holding the paper bag of left over baked goods that didn’t get sold, you’ll have some for a snack tonight and breakfast tomorrow. Your home is a bit of a walk away from the village. You enjoy the night sky to yourself.

That is until you see a tousle of white hair atop a scarred body doing something near the ditch up ahead. Huh? Nobody else lives out here but you. Not since that weird religious group mysteriously disappeared. Their home has been vacant. Maybe someone finally moved in, since your moving past that area you assume the stranger is from that way.

He seems to be looking for something. You swear stranger danger means nothing to you as you approach moving your hand into your pocket to pull out your mini flashlight.

However the stranger is swift to pin you (hard) down to the dirt road and hold your hand with the flashlight above your head. Pinning the rest of you down, yet you’re not scared. You laugh shyly as your lewd mind drifts to places as you notice how handsome he actually is.

He’s got a lot of burns but they entice you. You’ve never trusted someone who has no scars or marks. Perfect people you stay wary of.

“I’m sorry for startling you, but I couldn’t help but notice you were looking for something…so I brought you my flashlight. In hindsight I should’ve said something.” You mutter, embarrassed at yourself. He gazes at you with a dull yet suspicious gaze.

He smells burned but it reminds you of burned popcorn which you love soo.

“You’re stupid. What if I kill you right now.” He says. His voice low and slightly scratchy. He seems worn out a bit and definitely healing from some recent burns. Does his quirk hurt him? You wonder to yourself before thinking of your answer. You look up, thinking with a hum.

“Well then I guess I die, at least it’d be because i was doing something nice and slightly foolish and my killer would be attractive. I mean I couldn’t imagine being killed by someone who’s gross and slimy or something.” You say. Still unafraid, not one ounce of fear.

He makes a confused look and scoffs. His gaze turns to the side. You follow, your eyes land where his are. Your baked goods. Thank goodness you put them in sealed containers or they’d definitely be ruined. You hear a stomach growl.

“If you’re hungry you can have some, though it’d be hard to eat holding me down like this.” You say, pain starting to course from your wrist and the places that took the most impact from when you fell. His grip gets tighter and very hot, but not so much it burns you.

“Idiot girl, I should burn you up, so I can enjoy something tonight. Your screams of agony would be pretty exciting.”

“Are you trying to scare me or something?” You ask, fully serious. His evil smirk he had falls and is replaced with a incredulous expression. With your free hand you lift it to gently touch his face, his skin grows hot immediately as a defense but you use your quirk. An opalescent glow spreads over his skin and you can hear things healing slightly. Unfortunately though your power is based off of moonlight and since there’s none tonight to supply you with energy you feel yourself be drawn to sleep.

“I hope this helps, uhm place me in the ditch to sleep *yawn* I should be fine there…my *yawn* what was I saying? Oh and…help..yourself to the …treats.” And you’re out like a light.

Dabi stares at your peaceful sleeping figure on the ground. Your soft pink hair pooling around your head and shoulders. His recent burns have fully healed. The areas tingle with a cooling sensation. What were you going to say. Whatever who cares.

You were really not afraid of him at all? How could you not know who he is. If you do, then are you a fan of the league? No since you mentioned you’d be fine dying doing a decent thing. And you fucking think he’s handsome? You’re definitely fucked in the head.

Walking over to the bag he grabs one of the containers and opens it. A small little cheese cake with strawberries somehow still perfectly atop the mini cheese cake. He eats it whole and looks back to you. He begins to walk away.

However, if you healed him you could probably heal Tomura. Grunting in annoyance he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You don’t budge an inch. That must have really exhausted you. Taking your flashlight he finds his phone that he dropped earlier and glances at the treats.

Arriving at the hideout Dabi through a you on the sofa. Putting the bag of baked goods on the table he opens another box the biggest of all. He freezes for a moment, it’s a cake. It reads “happy birthday to me :(“. Despite the cake being a bit disfigured now probably from being thrown to the ground. It’s your birthday today? He looks over to you. He takes note of the deep set bags under your eyes. There’s an aura around you. You’re lonely, the deepest kind of loneliness. The kind Dabi has undergone his whole existence.

He debates killing you because he’s terrified of this feeling bubbling deep within his hate filled rotted heart. The way you stared at him earlier. Like you would gaze at a beautiful flower. You weren’t seeing Dabi, you were seeing Touya, the real Touya. That’s dangerous. You should watch yourself, if you look at him like that again he’ll burn you to a crisp.

You stir a little, you have a massive headache and your wrist stings, why!? You panic slightly but remember what happened. With your eyes still closed you notice immediately you’re not at home and you’re not outside.

Which means the stranger kidnapped your or someone else did however the ladder is unlikely considering it’s an unpopulated area. You feel leather beneath you so you assume you’re on a couch. A torn up one. But it smells like burned popcorn. So he did take you somewhere.

No doubt the abandoned mansion. You don’t hear anything around you so you peak open an eye. The cost is clear. Thankfully the curtains are closed cause the sunlight would not be welcome with your head blasting the way it is.

You sit up, there’s really nobody in here. You should probably try to escape but you honestly don’t want to. Aside from your daily costumers who’re all elderly folks and the married couples who mostly talk to each other you’re always..alone. So despite the rational decision you should make. You go to the door to find him.

Walking around the building it looks suspicious. Like some fight happened here or something. You’re hoping he’s ok. Despite the battle marks looking kinda old now. Thinking of him excites you immensely. If you were dumber then you are now you’d say it’s something like love at first sight. His hair reminds you of the moon, and you love the moon.

His eyes are like the day sky but they shine much brighter and more blue. You feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of him. Oh no if you don’t stop they’ll come out! You reach a hand to the top of your head and one to your lower spine. Ok your good nothing is there.

However you’re still low on moon energy so you’re getting pretty tired of walking around. Scrunching up your nose in frustration you decided on a different way to find him.

“HELLO! STRANGER WHO MAN HANDLED ME WHERE ARE YOU?” You yell to the top of your lungs. And maybe it’s the fact this place reminds you of a haunted mansion but when you see something green flash way down the hall (with no windows) a chill runs down your spine and you run back to the room.

You’re grandma used to tell you the worst ghosts are green. Really random but yeah. You’re not really scared of ghost but you don’t want to be possessed. You go to the window and open it. Maybe some light will actually be better. Unfortunately you forgot that your head is pounding and it’s seers your brain in half.

You close the curtains quickly and groan in pain. Rubbing around your head you notice a bump. Most likely from when you were pinned to the ground. Speaking of that how long were you asleep? If he’s not going to show up you’ll definitely leave. You have to open your cafe up eventually.

Sighing, you sit on the couch and investigate your other aching places. He burned your wrist slightly. Even if you had moonlight power you can’t heal yourself with that ability you call moon river, but your body does heal faster then normal people. You lay back down and before you have any say you fall back asleep.

“Oi!” Something aggressively shakes you.

“Wake up dumb ass.” You open your eyes and see Casper the friendly ghost well actually not Casper and definitely not friendly. You look past him and see moonlight peaking through the curtains. You shove past him and throw the curtains open.

Your body immediately starts to absorb it and you feel amazing in seconds. “Oh my gosh, just what I need to get rid of this headache.” You close your eyes completely forgetting about me white hair behind you. He is annoyed by how you’re blatantly ignoring him and still are unafraid of him.

But APPARENTLY not SPINNER! Who said he saw you earlier look at him and run away back to this room with a terrified expression. He was only a little offended. But he also said you haven’t made any attempts to leave, and how you yelled out loudly looking for him.

“How are you feeling? Did your burns heal?” You ask whilst you bask in the moonlight eyes still closed. Your pink hair is literally glowing and so is your skin. He’s taken aback. Were you worried for him. There’s something wrong with you.

“Why did you do that?” He asks you rudely

“Because, you were in pain. Why wouldn’t i?”

“Because I’m a stranger and possibly a killer for all you know.”

“That’s not a reason to not help someone. And you know nothing about me so don’t assume anything and I didn’t assume anything about your life.” You say back. Hmph he thinks your so smug aren’t you? You open your eyes and turn to look at him.

Such a peaceful expression full of wonder and wait, he sees it. Loneliness. Deep set in you.

“Are your burns, and your scars from..your quirk?” You ask your expression not changing a bit. He debates if he should kill you or knock you out. He is starting to regret bringing you here. Rolling his eyes he turn away from you.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Uhm, my name is y/n by the way.” You tell him your name a bit shyly. Dabi closes his eyes and exhales slowly. You must truly not know who he is. Otherwise there’s no way you’d not be afraid of him.

Turning to face you his bright blue eyes bore into yours. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Dabi.” A part of him almost said Touya but it stayed lodged in there.

“Hmm.” You hum whilst standing up and walking over to him. You hold out your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance sir Dabi!” You say, your cheeks tinting a shade of pink. He looks away with just his eyes and mumbles a yeah whatever at you.

Looking down at your hands fumble with each other you sit down on the couch softly.

“So, is there a reason you brought me to your home? Are you…really going to kill me?” You say in a tiny voice. He looks at you, your head drooping down although your tone of voice was unreadable. Plopping himself next to you Dabi yawns big and loud.

“No, your quirk is useful and my uh…buddy needs some help. Unfortunately I’ll have to introduce you a bit slowly to everyone or else someone will actually probably kill you.”

“So, are you going to go to my house and get some of my stuff or can I go home and visit you when you’re ready for doing my first introductions.?” You say like it’s some sort of job interview. Why are you being so pliable?

Since you definitely don’t seem like you feel the need to escape should he let you go home? You don’t treat yourself like you’re a prisoner here. If he’s being honest maybe just maybe a teeny tiny part of him didn’t want to just leave you on the side of the road.

With such a useful quirk it would’ve been a shame if something would’ve happened to you. Now that Dabi has found such a sweet little gem tucked away in that little village nearby.

“What are your thoughts on heroes, y/n?”

“Uhm, if I answer this will you answer my previous question?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, hmmm let’s see. I always thought heroes are the ones who help because they desire to. Not out of obligation or for the rewards but simply because they needed to. I guess if I’m being honest I’ve never met any of the heroes wearing costumes. I’ve met the ones dressed like a normal person. The ones who would drop anything to help you back up if you trip.” You say and you’re not sure if this is your complete answer but it suffices for you at this moment.

“Hero number 1 endeavor what do you think about him. Tell me and I’ll answer yes to your question about goin home.” Dabi says leaning close to you. Underneath the burn smell you find something warm like vanilla. Very subtle.

“Who’s that?” You ask completely dumbfounded. “Wait!” You laugh out “they give ranks to the heroes!?” Standing up you look baffled. “No wonder I’ve heard scary stories about the heroes from the folks in this town who moved here to get away from heroes. They must have the BIGGEST EGOS I mean come ON.” You pace the room going on and on about it. Wow not what he was expecting. You’re really out of the hero society social loop.

“HOWEVER! Now that I think about it the ranks could help determine who’s power can handle the most detrimental situations this knowing to send said hero to the problem to have the best chance of success.” You stop pacing and put you hand on your chin as if it’s some world mystery you need to solve.

“Stop, let’s just go now.” Dabi gets up annoyed majorly.

“Wait where are we going?”

“Your house, how dumb are you?”

“Hey I’m only dumb when I have no context about a situation. Like this!? I can’t read your mind.” He mumbles a “whatever” and takes you to what looks to be like the front door.

“Wait here. Do. Not. Move.”

“Yes. Sir.” You mock putting your hand up to your head to salute him. He rolls his eyes and walks away. He really is debating not doing this but whatever.

He comes back holding a box. “I gave away and ate all your baked good except for this. I may be a jerk most of the time but here.” He hands you the box. You know instantly what’s inside. Your birthday cake.

“Oh..” you flush crimson. “Thanks” he just makes a hmph sound and exits the mansion. You follow behind him. A part of you is excited he’s bringing you home but even more excited because he saved your cake for you. You’ll definitely be giving him a slice. It’s your special recipe too. You don’t make this cake often.

As you walk side by side with Dabi the moon shines proudly for you. Enlightening your path home and giving you her energy. The atmosphere between you too is nothing short of magical. As if you have both been cast under a Moon Spell.

[thescrump]

Through It All: A Sonamy Story - Chapter 12: “First Date (Part 2)”

Sonic and Amy darted through the city, effortlessly navigating the bustling streets. The wind brushed against their faces, carrying with it a sense of liberation. They laughed and exchanged playful glances, their footsteps synchronized as if they were dancing to their own rhythm. In that moment, the world blurred around them, leaving only the two of them connected by their shared adventure. It was an exhilarating feeling, one that they shared with each other, as they ran together. Sonic had always been fast, but with Amy by his side, he felt like he could run forever. As they moved through the city, they talked about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company. Eventually, they reached the outskirts of the city, where the buildings gave way to lush green fields and hills Sonic had spent his early adventures traversing. They ran up a steep hill, the grass still wet with dew, rustling under their feet as they moved.

When they reached the top, they stopped to catch their breath. The view from the top was breathtaking, the entire city laid out before them, the sky glowing. They sat down on the grass, enjoying the view and the cool breeze. It was a peaceful moment, one that they both appreciated. As they sat there, Amy turned to Sonic and said, "Sonic, I'm really glad we're doing this. Just the two of us, no interruptions or distractions. I feel like we never get to spend enough time together like this." Sonic smiled, his eyes glinting in the sunlight. "Yeah, me too, Ames. It's nice to just hang out without any pressure or obligations." They both sat in silence for a moment, taking in the view and enjoying each other's company.

Eventually, Sonic spoke up. "Amy, I need to tell you something you’ve always wanted to hear." Amy turned to look at him, curiosity etched on her face. "What is it, Sonic?" Sonic took a deep breath and said, "I've been thinking about this for a while, and I don't want to hide it anymore. For a while, I was hiding it from myself. So I’m just gonna say it.” “Tell me!” “I like you, Amy. A lot. More than just a friend. No. More than just that.

I love you, Amy Rose."

Amy's eyes widened in surprise, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Sonic, I had almost no idea. You don’t exactly make it easy to tell. But I like you too. A lot.

I love you, Sonic the Hedgehog.

I always have, and I still do. I tried to stop, but true love is eternal. You know that." Sonic felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had been so worried about confessing his feelings to Amy, but her response was better than he could have ever hoped for. "I'm so glad to hear that, Ames. You have no idea how long I've wanted to tell you that. I’m tired of being afraid of the next Eggman attack. I’m tired of only being a hero. I want to be unafraid. I want to live outside of hero work. I want to be with you, where I’m not afraid, and where there’s so much I can do in life." Amy laughed, a tinkling sound that made Sonic's heart soar. "Sonic, I've been waiting for you to say something like this for years. I never thought you would, but I'm glad you did. And if you need help, I'll help you through whatever it is that you need help with." Sonic continued. “I never thought I would. Thanks, I guess.” “Well, you’re welcome!”

Amy moved towards Sonic ecstatically. Their faces drew closer, the air thick with anticipation. The tension between them was palpable, and Sonic felt his heart racing in his chest. As Amy leaned in for a potential kiss, as she had done many times in the past, Sonic didn't hesitate. This time was different from all those other times. He closed the gap between them. Their noses touched. Neither one truly knew what was going on, yet they still relished in this moment. Time almost stood still. But time waits for no one, and every moment must end. They broke apart, their gazes locked, their breaths intermingled. Amy's face lit up with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling. "Sonic, that was amazing. I've been waiting for that moment for so long. I feel like I’m lost in a dream," Sonic smiled back, feeling happier than he had in a long time, happier than any other time in recent memory. “This is reality. And it certainly was amazing. I'm sorry I made you wait so long, Ames. I should’ve told you sooner. I should’ve figured it out sooner." “At least it happened.” Amy responded. “And I’m so glad - I’ll remember this for at least the rest of my life.”

As they reveled in the aftermath of their kiss, Sonic's senses picked up an unwelcome familiar sound—the blaring sirens, the ominous hum of machinery, all the unmistakable signs of impending danger. His expression turned grave as his realization sank in. “Oh no. Of course he would do this. Of course he would,” Sonic muttered, a sense of dread settling in his stomach. “He’s gonna pay for this!” “What's happening?” Amy asked, her voice tinged with concern. Sonic's eyes focused on the horizon, his tone grave. “Something I really wish wasn't,” he replied, his words carrying a sense of urgency and responsibility. The interruption shattered their peaceful moment, thrusting them back into the chaotic reality they had momentarily escaped. The fear Sonic had wished to leave behind was back. Eggman had returned.

[pinkfadespirit]

Hello! For DADWC “this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “…i have been trying to do that for three years now.” from the 'idiots in love' prompt post for Fenris x Hawke. Also I laughed in glee when I saw that prompt for this pairing hehehe

Thank you for the prompt! I've been sent this one about five times now lol. Most of them were for Handers but I kind of liked the idea of Marian being the one trying to flirt. I haven't written about her in ages so it was fun to try and get back into her head. @highwayphantoms also suggested Fenhawke for this prompt.

Warning for mentions of blood and violence. Marian is my red reaver Hawke so that's basically a warning in itself lol.

for @dadrunkwriting

The moment the last enemy falls is always a jarring moment for Hawke. When she looks around, focusing through the blood pounding in her head and the red haze that clouds her vision, narrowing it to a single point that is just whoever it is she needs to kill, and suddenly she finds that everyone who falls into that category now lies dead at her feet it takes a moment. Her friends have learned to let her have it. Breathing hard, she waits for her heart rate to slow and for the pain to feel like pain and not just the force that drives her onwards as she cuts down yet another slaver. She finds this process has been taking longer lately. 

Tonight, it's a voice, calling her name that cuts through the pounding in her head. She looks up and finds herself staring into brilliant green eyes, a face as splattered with blood as her own must be. Fenris never looks more appealing to her as he does immediately after a fight. He approaches, cautious but unafraid. He has no reason to fear her. Even during those moments when she's lost in the blood frenzy, she would know him. 

"Are you well," he asks and she nods, coming back to herself, feeling the damp air of the caverns on the Wounded Coast fill her lungs and the wait of the sword in her hands. She returns the blade to the holster on her back and flexes her fingers, relaxing her stance. 

"I'm well. You?"

Fenris nods. "Though I will feel better once I have washed away some of this blood." 

He shakes out his hands and red drips from the spiked tips of his gauntlets. She hadn't been aware enough to watch Fenris during the fight but she can just picture him with his hand inside the chest of one of those slavers and ripping it free with their heart still clutched in his fist. She's still caught up enough in the rush of the fight that the thought of it fills her with a strange sort of hunger she only ever gets around Fenris. It's enough that she finds herself taking an involuntary step towards him. The words, "Why? It looks good on you," are out of her mouth before she's even thought them through. 

Fenris raises an eyebrow. The small smirk he sends her way does nothing to rid her of the feeling. She wants him. Has wanted him for so long now. Moments like this she doesn't know why she works so hard to hold it back. 

"Careful," says Fenris dryly, "it almost sounds as though you are flirting with me."

The words are sarcastic, as though the idea is that absurd. As though he really, somehow, doesn't know.

"I have been trying to do that for three years now," Hawke tells him in  a moment of completely unplanned honesty. 

He had been looking away, still distracted by the blood on his gauntlets but now he looks up, momentarily surprised. When he recovers, he smirks again. "Truly, Hawke? Then you are worse at this than I thought."

His voice is teasing but it hits wrong. Suddenly she feels very aware of where they are, what they have just been doing, how she must look. She remembers that he's right, she really is bad at this. She could not have picked a worse time to bluntly admit what she has only ever danced around until now.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," she mutters and turns to go, feeling stupid.

"Hawke," Fenris calls after her, and in the same moment, she feels one of those gauntlets close around her own. She stops and stares at it in surprise. He drops her wrist, as though he too, had not expected his own boldness. Hesitantly, she looks up to meet his eyes. "I did not mean to imply it was unwelcome."

[ingravinoveritas]

I’m slowly reading through your blog and while I love a lot of your ‘analysis’ posts, your tag ‘there is no heterosexual explanation for this’ often gives me pause and a bit of cringe, because most of the time it refers to looks/mannerisms which are conventionally considered ‘fruity’. This sort of stereotyping looks old-fashioned not in a good way, it’s misleading and can be actually harmful. At least every queer person I know cringes hard at this kind of discourse.

Hello, Anon. Well, first let me say thank you for the kind words about my blog, which I greatly appreciate. I also appreciate your feedback about the #there is no heterosexual explanation for this tag, as I've had a lot of followers of my blog who are queer message me privately saying that they feel my blog is a safe space for them. Obviously, each person's experience is different, and I would never tell someone not to be offended, nor would I want to inadvertently be doing something that makes my blog seem unsafe in such a way.

With the Internet being what it is--and that lack of vocal tone/context making things far more confusing than they need to be--what I think might have gotten lost is why/how I use that tag, so I'd like to take a moment to explain. For me, the purpose of that tag is not so much to refer to "fruity" looks or mannerisms in general, but to refer specifically to David himself (well, mostly David, though I sometimes use it on posts for Michael as well). I use it when I see David doing or wearing things that go against what most of society would consider stereotypically "heterosexual," and it is coming from a place of sheer admiration, rather than judgment.

I absolutely love that David is unapologetically unafraid to be himself. And I love that what "himself" is is something that doesn't necessarily fit into one framework or another. That David doing or wearing these things isn't queer because they fit into a stereotyped idea of what "queer" is, but because they reflect who he is. It's that, time and again, people will want to overlook any possibility of him being anything other than 100% straight, but he's still telling us who he is in his own way, and having the grace to give people time to figure it out for themselves.

The unfortunate reality as well is that being as flamboyant as David is is not an easy or safe thing to do these days, something I feel like he knows all too well having a child who identifies as enby. But David is putting himself out there regardless, not necessarily in a "specifically labeling his identity" way, but just being authentic and loud and so confident in his skin in a way I don't think I've ever seen him be before. And I truly love that, and believe it's worth celebrating.

I hope this helps to explain where I'm coming from and clears things up. Again, I appreciate your thoughts on this discourse so much, and I'm happy to have other folks weigh in on this subject as well. Thanks for writing in! x

[kingsbride-moved]

ok . ok . Because I could not stop for Death he kindly stopped for me && In an agony of unspoken young love I watched you ....

Thank u for the ask ^.^ ! Because I could not stop for Death he kindly stopped for me: What does your F/O do to help you relax when you are overworking yourself? The thing about Andreas is that he is a natural born shirker. He doesn't like to work harder than he absolutely has to, unless it's something he's trying to fully dedicate himself to </3 it is very easy for him to go "aren't you tired? why not take a rest for a little while?" I imagine he likes to take Elisabetta to the Golden Hand Inn during it's earliest hours when its not as busy to help her relax a bit <3 some drinks and light hearted conversion... and often musicians stop by, so its a lovely place to listen to some wonderful singing too <3 and if not that taking a stroll thru natural or exploring the many roman ruins located within Tassing In an agony of unspoken young love I watched you: How long did it take for either you or your F/O to confess? Were either of you scared things wouldn’t go as planned? Elisabetta and Andreas were into one another for years upon years, but due to circumstances neither of them could say it openly. However, even when they Did have the opportunity, they took things a bit slowly. Andreas was still getting readjusted to just Living again, while Elsebe was caught between her romantic feelings for Andreas and her grief for her past lover. I think when it was all said and done, though, it was Andreas who confessed first. Very easy to picture the women of Tassing pestering him, asking why he hasn't gotten around to courting this gal who he spends nearly all his time with 😭 and he probably (definitely) was nervous about it to begin with, due to all the circumstances, but if you have another chance at life why not take a chance to do the things that are scary, too? ( Elsebe said yes, of course. after thinking things over. They were both at a point in their lives where it was now or never! ) (Semi unrelated: I've been mulling over the idea of Elisabetta paying to fix up a house that'd been abandoned after the fire at the abbey and living there once it's done, would be fun to write about especially since this is during a period of time where women Technically can't own property which is a plot point several times in the game) I didn't answer this one for Andreas in my previous ask and since you originally had it I'll go ahead and do so too :~) But thy eternal summer shall not fade: What about you makes your F/O fall for you even harder? What about your F/O makes you fall for them even harder? Elisabetta loves that Andreas is just... kind of a weirdo </3 just such a weirdo. You can't tell him the length of anything or he'll say "innsbruck inches or nuremberg inches?" (nuremberg inches are longer, by the way). He's a bright and educated man, but he's never gotten a big head about it. he's remained humble all these years... and he's just fun to be around, too <3 he's a disarming person, easy to talk to. And he's a skilled artist... his art tends to reflect how he's doing mentally a bit, but when he's feeling his best he can truly make some gorgeous works. He's slowly getting back there, but Elsebe reminds him to take it slowly, and make sure his works are making him happy first and foremost. And Andreas immedietly fell for Elsebe's wisdom 😭 and how she's hard headed and stubborn in her own way, and how she's unafraid to discuss topics that might be considered difficult (and that she knows when and when not to disuss these topics, too 💔). He feels he can relax around her, and appreciates their similarities as much as he appreciates their differences. Her being a bit more withdrawn often makes him spend more time just enjoying quiet time with her, too. And he thinks she's sooooo talented </3

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 19 - Living the Pirate Way - Part 3

Ace

As I pushed open the cabin door, I spotted Nyx seated at the table, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of me. He rose to his feet.

"I heard the news, you're joining our ranks. So, have you developed a liking for the life of a pirate?" I queried.

He shook his head fervently.

"No, no, I'll only be working aboard the ship. But I'm thrilled that Agenor gave me the go-ahead. Look, Ace, he even removed my chain."

His joy was palpable. It seemed as if he had momentarily forgotten about the leather collar that still encircled his neck. I strode closer to him, tossing a bundle of clothes onto the table.

"Nyx, I'm not sure you comprehend the situation you're getting yourself into," I began, my tone cautious.

"What do you mean?" he inquired, brow furrowing slightly.

I stared at him in silence. He's too naive to survive among pirates. He was safest hidden behind that door. At least as safe as he could be considering his proximity to Agenor. I have known Agenor for years, long before he became a captain. We have been friends for a long time and I believe no one understands him better than I do. He is a man of unwavering determination, unafraid to take risks to achieve his goals. His ambition and tenacity are some of the things that I admire and respect about him as a captain and a friend.

Over the years, Agenor has obsessed over few things, mainly other pirate captains whom he chased and slew for gold and fame. It is the first time I have seen him care for someone and I am genuinely happy for him, although I am a bit surprised that his heart went for a man. Nonetheless, Agenor somehow seems happier and more free around Nyx. Looking at Nyx, I felt a strange sense of sadness. Most of us pirates have no family or home, and those who do often abandon them to join the pirate life. Nyx, however, had a family he yearned for and I have heard him argue with Agenor about it. He was completely oblivious to the fact that the more he gets involved in Agenor's plans, the more impossible it becomes for him to go home.

"Nyx..."

I looked at him, trying to think of the best way to warn him. Should I tell him to stay put and not leave the cabin? Tell him that that was the best shot for him to go home? Aye, that is indeed his best chance. If he got depressed enough Agenor might pity him or get bored with him or something... then again, even if he didn't ask for it, eventually Agenor would force him to do as he pleased.

"These are for you," I said, holding out the clothes I had brought for him. "I'm not sure if I got the right size but if you're ready, I can take you out now."

"Really? Thank you, Ace. I'm so glad to be getting out of here," Nyx exclaimed, quickly putting the clothes on.

Then he passed me and headed for the door. I stopped him before he could leave.

"Wait," I said, pulling a handkerchief out of my pocket.

I walked over to him and tied the cloth around his head.

"Be more careful about your head. It's probably still sensitive."

"Thank you, Ace. I owe you a lot," Nyx said gratefully.

I closed my eyes, trying to keep quiet but the question nagged at me.

"Why the hell do you want to work on this ship, Nyx? Is being inside the cabin really that bad?"

My question seemed to catch him off guard but he quickly composed himself and smiled reassuringly.

"No, that's not it. I know it's easier to just sit here all day, probably safer too. But I can't be a freeloader anymore. As you pointed out before, Agenor saved my life and I owe him for it. And you, Ace, you've taken care of me more than once. I'm indebted to you as well."

"I don't understand," I said, shaking my head slightly. "Do you think you can repay us with what you earn as a pirate?"

"I'm not a pirate," he replied. "I don't expect to earn much, and I know that no amount of money can truly repay your kindness. But I would like to work for my meals. Even if I didn't choose to stay here, I wouldn't want to be a freeloader. I can't bring myself to live off of someone else's hard work, especially..." he paused, looking hesitant.

"Especially if those people are pirates?" I finished for him.

"I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly.

I smiled, trying to put him at ease. That caught me a bit by surprise. I don't remember the last time I've spoken with someone who had such integrity. He didn't like depending on others or owing them anything. It must be difficult for him to be around Agenor, who relished in making others need his power and beg for his mercy.

So, in the end, Nyx didn't really want to become a pirate. Was Agenor aware of that? It wouldn't make much of a difference anyway. I reached out and patted his head.

"It won't be easy but if you need anything, come find me."

He smiled.

"I'll do my best not to be a burden."

I couldn't help but admire him a little.

'Ironically, it took an angel to bewitch the devil.'

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Ler!Eddie Munson Headcanons

Eddie Munson x Reader

Strictly SFW; fluffy, playful, and plenty of romantic + platonic sweetness all around, very self indulgent

Note: I. Have. Never. Ever. fallen in love with a character as fast as I fell in love with Eddie Munson. (First, this jerk <3 steals my heart platonically, and then BAM- steals my heart again and this time I want to kiss him-) Some of these hcs might diverge from the canon storyline, so do with that what you will <3 Major thanks to my tumblr moots for inspiring me and helping make these hcs happen. This is probably gonna be a long post 🥴 I have no regrets~

*Spoilers for Stranger Things 4 Volume 1 under the cut!*

Where... do I even begin... AHSJDJEJD- I suppose I'll start with this:

Eddie "The Ler" Munson. 🫢 EDDIE. "THE LER." MUNSON.

Eddie Munson is 100% a ler-leaning switch (unless he's around Steve 🫢 where he becomes the biggest lee a good 95% of their interactions). Yup. Absolutely a ler-leaning switch. I'd say that a good 80% of the time, he's the one tickling someone else to pieces.

This was a given- I mean, do you see how much he LOVES making people laugh??? (His whole cafeteria monologue had the Hellfire club giggling, the entire scene with Chrissy, his adorable little "still super jealous as hell by the way" moment with Steve 🥹)

So, if you happen to not only be ticklish, but you like being tickled... Eddie is going to have a field day, lemme tell you. He's familiar with the t-word quirk, he has the t-word quirk.

Either he knew he liked tickles long before he found out you like being tickled, or finding out that you like them was what made him realize it brought him as much joy as it brought you, which is a really cute concept and I can't get over it.

Eddie Munson is the scariest (<3) ler in the history of lers, and I will proudly die on that hill.

I say scariest, but Eddie would never ever want you to truly feel scared of him. He's an absolute sweetheart. An angel. A honeybun. However, he is playfully evil and a mischievous little shit (/p).

He never, EVER crosses your boundaries. He always asks for your consent before every affectionate gesture (hand holding, snuggles, platonic forehead or hand kisses or all those previous gestures in a romantic sense plus kisses on the lips if you're dating, and so on) and affectionate playful tickling is no different. Eddie Munson is strict af about consent.

What makes him scary is how invested he gets in the whole ler persona (You saw his theatrics in the cafeteria AND during the D&D scene? 💀 Yeah- I rest my case), his deadly good tickling skills, and the fact that he's very blunt about wanting to tickle you. It also doesn't help that he's absolutely FERAL.

For as often as he says so with a grin on his face or giggles leaving his lips, he will also say so very nonchalantly in the same manner he'd casually answer someone's question about what he had for breakfast- (🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️). However, Eddie will also say it in the most serious. tone. of voice. 

"Eddie... What's with that look on your face? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because, I want to tickle you."

*cue you just about short circuiting because this man is bold bold as a ler*

He's definitely. completely. unafraid to be the most secondhand-embarrassing with his tickling theatrics. Like, it's bad enough being flustered because of him, but then he pairs it with the WORST secondhand embarrassment and it's deadly. 

He makes the concept of "cringe" his bitch. Silly voices, ridiculous faces (The demon face he made at Jason ahsjsjdhf), the friggin finger wiggling that he's scarily skilled at since he plays guitar (bastard <3 /lh), doing a thing where he talks suuuper quietly and suddenly loudly evil cackles and you scream because he's jumpscared you AND is now tickling you at the same time.

Eddie is going to make up SEVERAL characters and use different voices as he sends you on the tickling version of the Hero's Journey. You know the whole "tickle monster" bit? Eddie Munson has created many, many versions of that bit.

Just to jump back to the demon face and devil horns thing he did. He will stand still and look at you with that exact same blank stare before suddenly pulling that face but instead of making devil horns, his fingers are wiggling and immediately after that he's chasing you. 🫢🫢🫢

He LIVES to fluster you or catch you off guard, so fully expect him to subtly, or maybe not subtly at all, teasingly wiggle his fingers in the air while he looks you dead in the eye.

Circling back to the whole "Eddie Munson has no issue vocally stating he wants to tickle you" thing, he also has a few looks he gives you that blatantly say:

"I am going to tickle the hell out of you at some point today and I'll leave it to you to decide when that's going to happen."

The smirk: An absolute classic, this one. If Eddie smirks at you, ha ha... you're in adorably ticklish danger.

The glare or the squint: Almost exclusively reserved for when you "piss him off." Sass him (especially during the Hellfire Club D&D campaigns) and see what happens.

The cheeky smile: A.K.A. Eddie can't stop admiring you and opts for tickling you because he lovesyour laugh and your smile and just wanted you to giggle. 👉🏾👈🏾

The puppy eyes: More so the "I can see you're feeling down and I really wanna make you feel better, please let me make you laugh for a little bit" kind of look. Like I said, Eddie is an absolute sweetheart and it hurts him to see you sad or upset in any way.

This absolute ass <3, sneaks tickling into the D&D campaign as often as possible. Whether it's the finger wiggle, giving you "the looks," saying the word out loud a few times in different context to make you squirm, describing something happening to your D&D character in a way that he KNOWS your brain will associate with being tickled (and he'll do the finger wiggle while he says it because he's an ass /lh /p)...

...or... if he's decided he's going to be very blatantly bold, your character actually encounters a tickle monster. AND... if he feels EXTRA bold, he's going to get up from his chair and tickle you if you don't roll enough hit points.

"Unfortunately, you did not roll high enough to make your attack~ The monster corners you, its hands lift, fingers wiggling... and it ATTACKS! With the most unbearable tickling you've ever endured in your time as a hero~"

He says it's for "immersion" but he knows what he's doing. Asshole <3

His favorite characters to act out are fantasy genre-related ones (of course they are! He's a D&D dungeon master) like an "evil overlord of tickling" who replenishes his mana from the sounds of your laughter.

He has custom dice with tickle spots on them, and dice with numbers for how many minutes he'll spend tickling that spot. T-word dice... HE HAS T-WORD DICE. And he makes YOU roll them-

"Y-You can't make 'me rolling a nat 20' the only way to get out of this!!!"

"Best hope luck is on your side, Y/N~"

*You do not roll the 20. OR. if you do, he cheats and turns it to a lower number. You're getting tickled either way*

You don't know this yet, but he has a BACKUP. SET. just in case you try to hide the dice from him. Good luck to you when you try hiding the dice and find out about the other set.

He will absolutely call you by your D&D character's name when he's tickling you during or after the Hellfire Club meetings.

I like to hc that there's a random beanbag chair off to the side somewhere in the room y'all hold the club meetings in. He's 100% going to drag you over to it at some point and place you on it before tickling you to pieces. It's the tickle chair- HE NAMED IT THAT.

Eddie Munson is not above chasing you down the hallway and out into the parking lot as soon as y'all are done with the club for the night. 

"There is nooo shame, in running~" AHSJSKDJDJJEJE- PFFFHEEEEEE

This jerk knows every type of teasing in the nonexistent "ler manual." 

I do mean EVERY TYPE.

Whether he uses them or not is entirely dependent on what you're comfortable with and your boundaries.

He LOVES using cutesy talk, but he will have zero complaints if you don't like it. If you don't like something, he won't do it, and that's final.

If you do like cutesy talk, Eddie is gonna be absolutely merciless with it-

His standard cutesy talk is this quieter, soft and sweet tone of voice and he's almost always smirking or grinning (unless he's been provoked into angry ler mode- I will elaborate on that in a bit 🫢)

"Why are you so giggly~? Huh~? You gonna tell me~?"

He is not above nuzzling your nose as he teasingly asks you why you're giggling like he doesn't know the damn answer.

If you're a person who's comfortable with full on babytalk/puppytalk kind of teases, it's your lucky day, because Eddie is also scarily good at those and manages to do so without sounding patronizing or like he's trying to be infantilizing.

If you don't like the babytalk/puppytalk, don't worry! Eddie understands 💙. (When I say that Eddie Munson has raised the bar from hell for me-)

He will however go so over the top with that kind of tease as a playful joke that makes you laugh because he sounds like a fucking idiot. He makes himself laugh with it several times because he cannot fucking take himself seriously.

Expect to hear him also jokingly use the most obvious teases that are most commonly associated with tickling. Like the classic "kitchy kitchy coo" type of teasing. He has a favorite one, though.👉🏾👈🏾 (I am too flustered to even type it out because it gives me the worst butterflies ever- so I have to copy paste it AGSHSHEJ)

"Goochie goochie goo~" Eddie LOVES annoying you with that one. (That fuckin phrase is my recently-discovered t-word KRYPTONITE- istg, it never flustered me before but then, the concept, of Eddie, teasingly singing that??? ⚰️ /lh)

He's an irritating little shit and it's cute. Eddie will annoy you with those joke teases and when you tell him off, well- further incentive to tickle you more. And he will justify it out loud to you.

"Maybe it wasn't the greatest idea to tell me to 'shut my pie-hole~' 

If those joke teases happen to ACTUALLY fluster you (me with that tease I had to copy x paste) and you don't mind hearing them, and EDDIE FINDS OUT YOU LIKE THE TEASES??? Prepare for the worst butterflies of your entire life while your face and ears get warmer than freshly baked muffins. Eddie, from that moment onward, takes those teases verrrrry seriously. 😈

This little fucker <3 will teasingly sing the word "tickle" over and over until you can't even look at him. And then he'll act like he doesn't know why you can't stop hiding your face.

If you love the banter-filled teases with playful insults, Eddie's so down for that. We've seen his banter. ("This is Hellfire Club. Not Babysitting Club.")

"Still think I'm all talk, you giggly little shit!??? Eddie 'all talk and no tickles' Munson, is very clearly tickling you! You knowww~ maybe I should start calling you Y/N 'no talk and all tickles' L/N, because I'm going to tickle you speechless."

He is not above calling you insult names affectionately if that's something you like and will insult him back. Butthead, dipshit, dumbass, numb nuts, jerk, shithead, etc. You two could affectionately banter back and forth all day if that's your love language. 🥹

Sweet nicknames are an Eddie Munson specialty too. If you don't mind being given a cutesy nickname, he'll call you a bunch. Lovebug, honeybun, giggles, cute stuff, sugar berry (this one is self indulgence to the maximum degree. Guilty. Oops 🥴🫢), sweetie.

You are the only person that Eddie calls "sweetheart." He deadass adores you as much as he adores his electric guitar, and that is A LOT of adoration and love right there. Whether you two are just best friends, or if you two are romantically together. That nickname is very high honor.

One of Eddie's favorite things to do is purposely "zone out" mid conversation, and you try to get his attention, only for his slow-wiggling fingers to suddenly come into your line of vision...

...and he will keep a deadpan expression on his face, as he keeps moving his hand closer and you eventually end up a squeaking flustered heap on the floor after your attempts to get away...

...then you've just tucked your arms by your sides and shriek when he kneels beside you and hovers his wiggling fingers closer again. His suppressed smile finally breaks onto his face because he's so. entertained. over how you're not even being tickled yet but you're THAT squirmy over what he's doing. 

"Why are you so giggly and nervous~?"

"B-Behehecahahause *hic* youhou're gonna... youhouhou're gohohonna..."

"Tickle you? Hm? Yeah, I am~ But you're gonna decide when I actually start~"

He loves being all soft and sweet-sounding with his voice in these moments.

"Why are you so giggly~? What's so funny~?"

"You're not gonna tell me what's making you laugh so much~? Do I have to tickle it out of you~?"

As mischievous and annoying but very adorable and sweet as he is, if you DO piss him off enough, I hope you're prepared for angry ler!Eddie. 🫢

He will whip his head around to look at you, and either glare, or smile, before he starts moving toward you as he tells you that you are in for the tickling of your life.

This is the point where you should run. It's not like he won't catch you though. If you don't run, he'll encourage you to, just because he likes the chase and it's adorable how you react when he catches you.

Eddie's teasing amplifies by a full 100. He is going to use EVERY tease that he knows flusters you and he will repeat them relentlessly.

You know the whole "mock sympathy" thing? Yeah. Eddie Munson is really good at the mock sympathy.

"Awwwww, I know it tickles like hell. That was the goal."

"Switch spots? Is it too bad~?"

*cue you nodding, only for Eddie to move one hand to another weak spot so he's tickling two at the same time and you're thrown back into laughter*

The man is ruthless AGSHDHDJR- To make it worse, he doesn't even act silly or laugh along. His face. Is so. Serious. Or there's the tiniest smirk on his face.

Oh my God- there are so many more hcs I have for angry ler!Eddie but I am flustered enough as it is. (Don't worry, I'm not done with angry ler!Eddie you'll see the concept explored in fics- AGSJDJRKE) So, let's talk about Eddie post-tickling you to tears.

Every time, after Eddie's tickled you, he holds up his hands with a giggle and assures you he's done. Eddie's an attentive guy, and he'll stop whenever you want him to. First thing he does after that is grab you water.

He asks if he can give you a hug or hold your hand or snuggle. Whatever form of affection you allow, Eddie is so sweet about it. What he says also depends on whether he was in a soft mood, mischievous mood, or a full on "you are done for" mood.

Eddie will dote on you all damn day after that if you let him. I'm not even kidding. 

Wanna watch a movie? You get to pick it. And if it turns out to be boring the two of you, he'll talk over the movie with his own lines and character voices or roast the characters in the film just to make you laugh.

Hungry? He'll grab whatever snack you like. You just want to hold his hand and snuggle? Okee dokee. Hell, he'll even play songs on his guitar for you (yes. Eddie Munson will play your favorites 🥹).

No matter how you spend the rest of your time together, you can count on Eddie Munson to be the sweetest friend (or boyfriend) ever. Be on the lookout though 👀 because you might soon once again see Eddie Munson's slowly wiggling fingers out of the corner of your eye~

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I'm so effing flustered from writing this oh my sweet Jesus H. CHRIST- AHSJDJKDFM /lh

I hope these hcs were worth the wait 🥺 The in progress fics I was working on before I got sick are still on their way, but I think I need to let myself get back into the writing groove and let my brain write for the most currently active hyperfixation. There'll probably be a whole wave of Eddie content on the blog. Get ready for the ler!Eddie Munson renaissance ✨ /p

~ Ushu 💕

[fandom-imagines]

Chapter Two

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

The fourth Lord, and the most dangerous was what was running through her head, yet Y/N wasn’t afraid. Her gun was still pointed towards him, yet he didn’t care and continued smoking his cigar; it was as though he didn’t care much for the silent threat, which, in all honesty, he didn’t.

Y/N watched as the scruffy Lord raised an eyebrow. “Where is she!?” Her words were demanding, but he simply chuckled.

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” whilst hers were demanding, his words were teasing and they were testing her patience.

“Tell me where my sister is, asshole, or I swear I will blow your brains out.”

“I’m flattered, truly, but you should know that I can kill your quicker than your silly little gun will kill me.” Karl smirked, shrugging his shoulders as he tossed his cigar to the ground, stamping on it to put it out fully.

Without moving her gun which was pointing at his head, Y/N spoke again. “Where. Is. She?”

Her gun was almost against his temple, her finger ready to pull the trigger at any given moment, all whilst he simply chuckled, finding it most amusing and oddly cute at how unafraid she was; it was a nice change from the other humans being terrified of his mere existence.

“You won’t kill me,” he taunted, “You need to know what I do.”

With one final glare, she finally holstered her gun. “Fine.”

The smirk on his lips widened at her never wavering anger. Even when she didn’t have a weapon in her hands, she wasn’t afraid, not to mention, she could probably fight anyone who tried to harm her with few exceptions, him being one of them.

Now that she was no longer threatening him, he didn’t exactly know what to say. He didn’t even know exactly where her sister was, and didn’t know whether he wanted to help her at all, but then again… she could be exactly what he needs.

“I have a deal,” he said, “you help me with what I need, and I’ll help you with finding your sister or whatever.”

“What do you need?”

“I need you to help me take down to bitch who took your sister.”

“,,,Deal.”

*

The walk to the factory was painfully awkward. No matter how much Heisenberg wanted to break the silence to ease the tension, he couldn’t bring himself to, nor did he know what to say. Y/N, who was still unsure as to his true intentions, didn’t exactly want to talk to him, knowing that he could possibly have some involvement in Abigail’s disappearance. She just hoped she was all right, but something in her gut was telling her otherwise, but she couldn’t abandon hope, not until she found her.

“Where are we even going?” Y/N asked, seeing nothing around them besides trees,

“My factory,” Karl said, glad that she had finally spoke. “It’ll be easier and safer to talk there. No risk of us being watched or heard.”

His words confused her. Wasn’t he one of those in charge here? And who is the bitch he was referring to? All these questions were something that she had forgotten to ask considering the mention of information on her sister.

Silence was her chosen response and Karl was incredibly thankful that they were nearing the factory so they could finally have a conversation about everything. He had no idea what to say to her, though. It wasn’t like he could feed her false information, that wouldn’t be fair and even Karl had some morals left, especially for someone as caring as her, even if the care wasn’t directed towards him. Oh how he wished someone would care for him that way… Although he was quick to snap away from those thoughts; now wasn’t the time.

The factory, which was now in view, amazed Y/N. She had heard rumours about the village, mainly from her job at the BSAA, but she had never expected there to be a factory as big and as beautiful as this, especially not one which belonged to the awkward and messy looking man beside her. She wasn’t given much time to admire the place, however, considering how on-guard she felt, ready to whip out her gun and shoot the strange man or other enemies at any given moment.

Inside the factory impressed her as much as the outside. It was big on the inside, but felt even bigger once she was inside. Karl, who looked just as unsure as he did a few moments ago, offered her a seat in one of the rooms that she had followed him to; she wasn’t sure whether to accept or not, but decided to do so considering how much he seemed to want her on his side, yet she wasn’t entirely sure why.

“Right,” Heisenberg began, clearing his throat, mainly to give him chance to think through what he was going to say, “are you in or not?”

“Will it help me find my sister?”

“Yes. I don’t know exactly where she is, but I know who took her, is that enough?” He was silently praying that it would be, the praying becoming more desperate as she seemed to debate whether to side with him or not.

“I guess so.” She said. “It’s not like I have any other leads.”

The quiet sigh of relief didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N who became curious at how desperate he was to take down whoever had his sister. She wanted to know his backstory and why he hated them so much.

“Miranda, Mother Miranda, whatever you want to call her. That’s who took your sister and who we’re going to destroy.” He explained, keeping it short so he didn’t have to explain exactly why, but she wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

“Why? I mean, I know why I need to, but you? Isn’t she the one who you work for?”

“I should’ve know you would ask.” Karl laughed, yet there was no humour behind it. Y/N raised an eyebrow and he huffed; he had no choice, but he couldn’t tell her too much. “She took me here, no matter how much I didn’t want to.”

The seated woman’s eyes widened, unsure what tot say. “I’m sorry.” Was all she could muster up and they fell into an awkward silence when he didn’t verbally reply, just nodded. “Then, lets do this. Justice for you, and I get back Abigail.” After her words, she smiled at him for the first time and he smiled back.

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Carnage Circus 🔥

Chapter 14/? - The edge

Another night, another final act.

Tag list: @hogwartsmysteryho @that-scouse-wizard @kc-and-co @lifeofkaze @the-al-chemist @cursebreakerfarrier @samshogwarts

Walking inside the fortune tellers’ tent, Siobhan sat down before him, Orion lifting his eyes to notice her pale complexion “Tell me something, give me anything.” She uttered “Tell me tonight will not result in a tragedy.”

“You should not be here, the show is only a few minutes away. You should be with the girl, or with Akira.”

“I don’t want either.” She snapped upon hearing his calm tone, leaning in, the globe between them in the center of the table depicting darkness dancing in intricate swirls. Orion’s eyes focused on it, his brows knitting together “What? What do you see?”

“We are at a crossroad. There is so much uncertainty clouding each path, I’ve never seen anything like it. It was almost certain there was light in between but now I see destruction.”

Shaking her head, she grabbed Orion’s hand, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt “You need to tell him this, he needs to stop. I don’t want to do this anymore, I can’t. And if Akira fails, I would be next and…” her voice trembled, Siobhan not even being able to finish her sentence.

“The only one that can talk some sense into Akira’s head right now is Talia herself. I’ll see what I can do.” Getting up, he removed his hand from Siobhan’s grasp, Orion glancing inside the crystal ball one last time before he shut his eyes, a heavy sigh leaving his chest.

He made his way quietly to the camp, thankful the rest were busy with preparations and not guarding Talia, though that was not truly necessary as she was locked up inside her glass cage. The woman glared at the intruder immediately, lifting herself up and her chin in defiance. Raising his hands, Orion offered her a warm smile “I come in peace.”

“Right, I’m sort of tired of hearing that. Shouldn’t you be off doing something else instead of being here?”

He approached slowly, unafraid of the woman before him despite keeping his gaze upon her “Yes” he answered truthfully “but nevertheless destiny has an odd way of stringing you along.”

“I only believe in the path we set for ourselves.”

His smile widened, however his eyes remained just as soft, as if he knew more, but was not willing to share it “Still destiny Talia. You were destined to be his, but not only that.” Approaching the cage he made certain she was providing him with every ounce of her attention “He is also destined to belong to you, it is the people call it, a two way road. One cannot be without the other.”

Leaning against the glass as much as she could, she snarled “He will kill me.”

Orion contemplated his next answer carefully, eventually shaking his head, dark main covering his eyes “No” pushing back the locks obscuring his face, he looked back up at her “I don’t believe that. I believe he is suffering, just like you are. Trust him, give him a chance. You have that power, only you do.”

“And if I don’t want that power? If I don’t want to be the key?”

Orion inclined his head, understanding the girl before him, however he still felt obligated to answer her “Then we are doomed. Not me personally, I’m not an important piece, but the rest” he gestured broadly with his arms “they will also suffer. Akira’s curse if far bigger than the former directors.”

Scoffing, Talia just had to ask “And why is that?”

“Because he dared to touch the key.” With that line delivered, Orion’s eyes appeared to darken far beyond what Talia had witnessed. Hearing footsteps approaching, he hid behind her dressing paravane, Talia turning to see who dared to approach.

Reuben walked inside her caravan with a key in hand and she knew she was not able to escape the strong man’s grasp once he took her “I apologize.” He uttered as he forced her out of her confinement, dragging her to the main tent.

The atmosphere was thick, all eyes turning to her when brought. She felt as if she could not breathe properly, the air around her hot, as if sticking to her skin. Akira did not turn to even look at her, instead passing the heavy curtains, his voice rumbling inside the arena as he announced yet another night. He did not return as one by one the acts were performed, however Talia remained glued to her spot, her body as if not her own.

When the final act was announced, her blood ran cold as the curtains lifted, Selene and Ethel coming to her side to bring her out.

The light hit her eyes, causing Talia to squint, Akira coming face to face with her, the crowd going wild. She glanced around as much as the forces allowed her to move, in the end just looking at him as he explained his act. Slowly he approached her, leaning in to whisper in her ear “Do not move, do not fight it and I won’t hurt you.”

“Please Akira, don’t do this.”

Creating some distance, he looked at her “You can’t stop the show once it started.”

Guided by Selene and Ethel, Talia was turned around coming face to face with a human size bullseye. The girls shared a worried look between each other, Selene looking at Talia “He won’t kill you, he can’t. If he does that we’re all stuck here until the end of our miserable lives.”

Ethel chimed in, worry lacing her voice as they strapped Talia in “What if he’s gone mad?”

“Not helping.” Selene told her through her teeth, eyes widening.

With Talia securely in place, she witnessed Reuben pushing a cart to where Akira stood, lifting the cloak concealing knives. She knew his act, she had seen it in the past when she visited the circus and asked for his help. She just never figured she would be on the receiving end of them. He had never missed his target, not once, however she could not help the horror creeping up in her bones.

As she heard the drum roll, her eyes widened as he picked up the first knife, throwing it close to her left side. Talia exhaled abruptly as he picked up another one, this time the blade impaling itself close to her face.

The crowd held their breath each time he threw another blade, Talia’s gaze never leaving the man before her. Up until that point she had not been truly scared of him, but with the light shinning down on him, his face still concealed by darkness, she felt as if she was staring death in the face.

But when Reuben took out of his pocket a blindfold, the last thing Akira saw was the horror on Talia’s face as she mouthed “Don’t do this.” He snarled as he witnessed her tear stained face, grip on the blade tighter “Spin it!” he yelled, Selene and Ethel turning the bullseye, Talia closing her eyes.

Panic make her choke back a breath each time a new blade lodged itself close to her body.

By the time it was over, she felt sick, dizzy, however her body was still forced to comply by the unknown forces commanding her.

As she joined the rest to bow to the crowd, she could barely hold herself up from how bad she was shaking. Looking at the people cheering, her eyes locked with the detective’s, Talia wincing as Akira’s grasp on her hand tightened.

Glaring at the detective, Akira witnessed the former director standing next to him, waving nonchalantly, Victoria leaning against the rails as she yelled “Great show Akira! You nailed it!”

Reuben glanced at Talia, letting go of her hand as she circled her shoulders, placing his palm against a glistening wound. Akira followed the motion, noticing the blood running down on her arm, cursing under his breath as the light suddenly went out, the staff retreating behind the thick curtains.

Talbott went to jump across the rails, Oliver stopping him “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Are you mad? I need to get her out of here.”

Smiling, he pulled back the detective “No my good sir, he has to allow her to leave, you cannot take the key away by force.”

As a customer left Orion's tent the crystal globe in front of him cracked, him sitting back in his chair uttering softly "It has begun."

[silversatoru]

Hi, I just finished burdens and OML 🥺🥺🥺

May I request some sort of megumi x reader continuous where the reader ends up becoming a powerful sorcerer (or a cursed spirit👀 whichever you’d like tbh) megumi and the reader somehow cross paths again a little while after the break up and he witnesses her fighting for the first time? I just know that boy would fall in love all over again but she’s moved on and he feels guilty and just angst? And maybe fluff idk. I’m new to requests so I hope I did this right, thank you so much❤️❤️

burdens pt. 2

a/n: hello, part two of this not-so-lovely story is finally here. every single one of you is allowed one free punch to my face for taking so long to write it,,, i’m so sorry. this is its fourth rewrite and it got a little darker than expected but it’s finally done,, i hope you enjoy <3

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you finally see megumi again at the kyoto sister school goodwill event

tags/warnings: angst, some graphic depictions of violence, character death

word count: 3k

“Do you know how tired I am of watching the people I love die? Things would be so much easier for me if you just stayed the fuck away”.

Megumi’s bitter words were on repeat in your head — the harshness of his voice leaving a hollow feeling carved into your chest. Tear-stained cheeks and shaky breathes had become your new normal these past few days. Tight, sharp pains filled your empty stomach, waves of nausea coursing through your body.

You’ve had no motivation to get out of bed lately, nevermind to shower or cook yourself a proper meal — honestly, for all you cared you could rot away in your blanket filled bed. You checked your phone like a fiend too, thinking that eventually, a miraculous text from Megumi would appear and make everything better. It never did.

He’d completely ghosted you since that dreadful day, and that hurt more than anything. You’d held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't meant what he said. But as the days continued to pass, your hope quickly dwindled.

To say your current state was shameful was putting it lightly, and you were embarrassed at how poorly this was effecting you. You liked to think that you were strong, motivated, independent — that you didn't need some douchebag just to feel happy. But truth be told, breakups are fucking hard, and it's okay to not be okay for a while — or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

So when you were trudging miserably down the street to your local convenience store and you saw a familiar pair of jujutsu sorcerers, you wanted desperately to sink into the ground. You made a quick turn to head to a different shop, but it was too late, you were spotted.

“y/n! hey!” Two lighthearted voices sang through the air, filling your ears and making your heart clench in your chest.

You turned around and anxiously approached them, your unkempt hair and baggy eyes sending looks of concern across their faces.

“Hey girl, you good?” Nobara shot you a sideways glance, Maki raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Yeah, uh, ice cream,” You croaked, speaking for the first time in a couple days, “I’m here for ice cream, that’s all”.

“Yeah, but why do you look like a fucking zombie?” Maki pushed her eyeglasses further up her nose, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.

“Ah, he didn’t say anything to you guys, did he?” You shook your head, heavy eyes falling to ground as you refused to meet theirs.

“Don’t tell me…” Nobara’s face contorted, “Did he break up with you?”

You nodded, a pitiful chuckle falling from your lips, because if you didn’t laugh, you’d start sobbing right now.

Maki threw her arm around your shoulder, pulling you to her side and ushering you into the store, “It’s okay, men suck. Hang out with us today”.

Meanwhile, Nobara trailed quickly behind the two of you, anger seething from her teeth and steam practically billowing out of her ears.

“That fuckhead! I swear I’ll fuck his shit up big time, he won’t even know what fucking hit him. I knew that boy was stupid but shit, this is a whole new low for him! I-,” She continued to ramble and rant as Maki led you through the store, picking out drinks and snacks to help ease your pain.

The three of you ended up in a nearby park, sitting around a small picnic table and gorging on the massive array of snacks. Lighthearted conversation and lots of food make your chest ache a little less, and you even found yourself laughing and chatting as if things were normal. You’d told the two of them all about that day, about Megumi’s irrational words and his tragic breakdown that led to some kind of fucked-up break up sex.

“So, how are we gonna get back at him? Egg his car? Put bleach in his shampoo? Bugs in his food? God - it’s a shame his dad is dead because from the pictures I’ve seen that man was FINE and revenge sex—,”

“Nobara,” Maki shot her idiot girlfriend a dirty look, and the orange-haired girl quickly shut her mouth, “As much as I support any idea that revolves around ruining a man’s day, I don’t think revenge is the healthiest coping strategy here”.

You were tracing your eyes around Maki’s face as she spoke, and you found yourself carefully inspecting her purple glasses that rested softly on the bridge of her nose. And that’s when it clicked, the light bulb ignited in your head and you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

“Maki,” your voice was urgent, “You don’t have cursed energy, you can’t even see them without your glasses!”

Her face twisted and her nose scrunched, a look of distaste in her eyes, “I know?”

“So, you could teach me, right? You could help me learn how to use some cursed weapons?”

“Yeah! You have to Maki, then she can beat his ass with me,” Nobara chimed in.

“That’s not a bad idea actually,” Maki’s mouth formed an evil grin, “Could you imagine his face after watching you exorcise a curse?”

The three of your conversed for a bit longer, speculating and potting about training, weapons, and your very own pair of curse-seeing glasses. By the end of the night you had a plan, and a pretty good one if you say so yourself.

From that day on, teary eyes and achy hearts were a thing of the past, not because it was that easy to get over Megumi, but because Maki didn’t even allow you the time to feel dismal anymore. You met her everyday after classes without fail, and everyday she would train you until you thought your arms would fall off. After months and months of sore muscles, sweat, and the occasional injury, you were convinced that Maki was incapable of feeling pity or remorse for other living things. Every time you speculated about quitting, she’d set a fire under you, unafraid to remind you how weak you still were.

The green-haired sorcerer had ultimately decided that you worked best dual-armed -- a long, lightweight blade in each hand. On your final day of training, she officially gifted the two swords to you, as a “graduation” gift.

Skill-wise, you were by no means as incredible Maki, but you definitely held your own, and the progress you’d made in a mere 8 months was astronomical. They’d introduced you to a strange silver-haired man at some point, Gojo, who had taken not only an interest in you but also your plot against your ex-boyfriend. He cackled to himself when you told him why you were here, going on and on about how priceless Megumi’s face would be when he saw you.

Your appearance was highly anticipated, so why not debut at one of the biggest jujutsu events all year? The Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event — Gojo thought it was the most perfect idea.

You tried hard to exude confidence as you walked at Nobara and Maki’s sides, but behind your arrogant facade your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Truthfully, you were scared to see Megumi again after so long.

And when your eyes met with his as you walked into the meeting room, you thought you just might pass out. You thought you were ready for this — but the look of complete shock, fear, and anger on his face as he looked you up and down almost made you regret all of it.

“What’s going on?” Megumi’s words were incredibly calculated, an edge on his voice.

His question was pointless, however, because judging by the fact that you were wearing a jujutsu tech uniform and had two swords sheathed at your sides could only mean one thing. Your hair was longer now too, and your frame was wider with an extra layer of muscle from all the training — you almost looked like a different person.

“I’ve been training with Maki, I-,” You spoke up to explain yourself, but you weren’t even granted the opportunity.

“No, no, Maki, what the hell did you do?” His eyes were shaky and laced with concern.

“I only did what she asked me to. I’m not the one who gave her a complex about being weak, you did that,” Maki shrugged, “and she’s not your girlfriend anymore dude, what do you care?”

Absolute confliction flashed through his eyes, uncertainty and madness swirling in his irises, “You’re right, I don’t care. Let me know when the event is starting”.

He took a sharp turn out of the room and let the door slam a little too hard behind him. The sound of his icey voice and the door shutting with unkind force was all too reminiscent of the night you broke up. Burying every emotion you had deep into your stomach you gave Maki a small, reassuring smile and plopped down on one of the couches.

“Alright, so when does this thing start?”

after the start of the event

Fighting the Kyoto students was proving to be much harder than you initially expected, but you were holding your own at Maki’s side. The two of you had easily taken down a small, kind, blue haired girl named Miwa, and now you were watching an emotional battle between Maki and her sister unfold.

Wait here, she’d told you, I want to do this one myself. Take some notes on my form and watch our backs, okay?

Okay, you’d said, a little confused but ultimately finding a nice spot up in a thick tree to carefully observe from. Maki was truly a force of nature, and it seemed like the other girl never actually had a chance of winning. It was honestly only a few minutes before the small black, haired girl was slumped against a tree and Maki was making her way back to you. Things were looking good, two of Kyoto’s student’s were down already and adrenaline was pumping through your veins.

You couldn't quite shake the awful feeling churning in your stomach though, and Megumi’s face was haunting your thoughts. You hadn’t seen him since before the event started, when an odd, pink haired boy jumped out of a box and freaked everyone out. Nobara had later explained who he was and what had happened, and you wondered how many awful surprises Gojo had planned today -- first you, then that.

A small rumble rippled under your feet, and Maki grabbed your arm as you watched a giant brown vine lurch it’s way out of the ground a few hundred yards in the distance.

“That technique doesn’t belong to anyone from Kyoto,” She shot you a look of concern and determination, “let’s go check it out”.

You gave her a firm nod, the two of you making your way towards the horrifying wooden vines. By the time you managed to arrive, Inumaki was already down and so was a dark-haired boy from Kyoto. A muscular, white curse with black markings and wooden branches for eyes was moments away from taking Megumi on all by himself — thank god you got here in time to help.

Megumi, however, was horrified when he saw you jump over the tall roofed building with Maki at your side. He’d just watched two incredible sorcerers get their shit rocked by this curse, there was no way you would stand a chance against this thing. But before he could even try to stop you, you and the green-haired sorcerer were flying through the air and taking shots at the curse. The two of you worked perfectly in sync, the months of daily training finally paying off.

He watched with intent glazed over his eyes, his heart threatening to lurch up his throat. You were a spectacle, and he always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now with dirt and blood stained clothes, cursed weapons gripped firmly in your hands, you truly were ethereal. He hated it though, he hated that he was falling in love with you all over again, especially under these circumstances. Guilt and anxiety was eating away at him — why did you have to get involved? Why couldn’t you have just stayed away like he told you to?

He was quick to join the two of you, sticking close to your side to protect you if need be — but, even with all three of you together the curse still had the upper hand. Maki had been swatted to the side, her back slamming hard against one of the tiled roofs and knocking her unconscious. It was down to just the two of you now, beads of sweat causing your hair to uncomfortably stick to the back of your neck. This was something that Maki’s training could have never prepared you for.

Megumi was getting tired, taking one wrong step and losing his footing momentarily. The curse saw this as a perfect window of opportunity, sending a spiral of vines and branches hurling for Megumi. It was fast, but the adrenaline coursing through you helped you to move faster, launching yourself through the air and intercepting the attack. The barky, wooden vines twisted violently through your stomach, shooting clean through your back and ripping a violent scream from your throat.

It hurt so bad, feeling the plant wriggle through your organs and tear you apart from the inside out. The curse retracted his vine a few moments later, leaving your mangled body to fall helplessly to the roof. Tears rippled from your eyes, your body shaking and seizing as you coughed up a few sprays of blood.

A long, strong pair of arms scooped you up instantaneously, and your head was resting against a firm chest — probably Megumi, but you didn’t quite have the energy to open your eyes to check.

“We’ll take it from here, get her to Ieiri!” You heard a pair of deep voices yelling to Megumi, but it was too foggy and far away for you to understand what they were saying.

Megumi was seething with anger, moving as fast as his feet could carry him and he ran through the school. As you waved in and out of consciousness, you batted open your eyes, stealing quick glances at his twisted features and — were those tears on his face?

“I- I’m sorry Megumi… I think I finally understand what you were so afraid of all this time,” Your voice was barely a croak, “when I saw it coming, I couldn’t stomach the thought of having to watch you die. I suddenly just thought I would do anything to keep you safe”.

Yeah, those were definitely tears, you could see them a little clearer now. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dried with salty streaks.

“You’re so thick-headed,” he mumbled, his grip around you tightening slightly as he picked up his pace, “I wish you would have made that realization before there was a giant hole in your stomach”.

“Me too,” You hummed, but you weren’t really in any pain anymore. The pain had subdued to a sweet warm sensation inside your stomach, and an intoxicating sleepiness was washing over your head, “I was angry for a long time, but I’m not mad at you anymore, Gumi. I hope you can forgive me too”.

You offered him a tiny smile, but the blood leaking from between you keeps made it anything but sweet.

“There’s nothing to forgive you for, you never did anything wrong,” He spoke quickly, his voice quiet and cracking.

“No, but we’re not gonna make it to Ieiri, I know that and so do you,” You fell into a violent fit of coughs again, sputtering red splatters all over the front of his uniform.

“Shut up”.

“It’s not your fault, none of it was ever your fault,” you choked out once the fit of coughs subsided — and you weren’t just talking about yourself, you were talking about all of the unfortunate tragedies he’d witnessed throughout this life.

“And you’re allowed to be selfish sometimes, you know? I hope that when you meet someone, your soulmate even, you can allow yourself to love them with every part of you”.

The words painfully left your lips, but you meant every single one of them. You were starting to realize that you and Megumi were never meant to make it to the end. You weren’t his soulmate, you were here to help him grow, so that when he did finally meet them he’d be ready.

“You deserve to be loved, Megumi,” You looked up at him with big eyes, but his face was starting to get really fuzzy now.

Your fingers were going numb and your mouth felt like it was filled with sand. You were so tired, letting your eyes flutter shut and your head rest softly against Megumi’s chest. You felt him stop running, you could even hear him screaming at you — but it was too far away for you to hear. You drifted closer and closer to eternal sleep, your soul swollen with love for the boy who broke your heart.

Megumi didn’t even feel sad when you stopped breathing in his arms — he just felt hollow. More empty and broken than he’d ever thought possible. You were the most incredible person he’d ever met — someone with extreme motivation, who acted with no fear or hesitation, who always had love to give, even when he didn’t deserve it. He’d never forget you, not for as long as he’d live anyway.

Even when he did meet a new girl a few years later — a compassionate, brave girl, who reminded him a lot of you — he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget your words and for the first time in his life he’d let his walls down for her. He’d allow himself to truly love, and be loved in return.

And maybe you were right, maybe he did deserve to be loved like this, because god, he finally feels whole again when she’s around. He just wishes you were still here so he could say thank you.

[forbidding-souda]

Can I get Korekiyo TeruTeru and Mikan with an s/o that has been struggling with gallbladder issues? 

Korekiyo Shinguuji, Teruteru Hanamura, and Mikan Tsumiki with a S/O who has gallbladder issues

ngl I do not know what a gallbladder is but it is your guys job to keep me googling stuff so

currently listening: black stone heart by bauhaus

playlist: cruel world

-Mod Souda

Korekiyo Shinuuji

❤ He has a history with physical illnesses. Not him, per say, but his sister. So he knows the necessary treatments for things like vomiting, and he is more than willing to comfort you through nausea or a fever. He is unafraid of things other people might consider gross. You realize this rather quickly - he is almost too comfortable around the human bodies fluids, whether it be saliva, piss, or vomit. You want to ask him why it doesn't bother him but you're a bit afraid of the answer.

❤ He forces you to go out on walks with him a lot. After a scene of pain, when it mildly tones down, he will take you by the hands and just walk down the street with you. He talks so much about how exercise is important, something science related, you're too grumpy from pain to truly listen to him.

"You're acting like you're my butler." You remark when he pushes you down on the couch to take off your shoes. You lean back, hands pressed against the cushions while you raise your foot into the air. He kneels in front of you with a soft smile.

"Partially true. For I would do anything for you." He kisses the bone of your calf.

It makes you jolt, almost pulling away from him, but his bandaged hands hold you tight.

❤ He's the one that's going to help you with a heated rag. He's the one that's going to ask you how you are, whether in real life or over the phone. He'll remind you to take meds even when he's abroad.

❤ He just loves to take care of you.

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Teruteru Hanamura

❤ He compares your issue to the illness his mother has. Through very different, when he sees you being weak from pain, he panics, internally. He instinctively wrap and arm around you and lifts you up tall (for he doesn't want you to faint like she does) to bring to the bed. There, he sits by your side, continuously asking if you need anything. His big heart just holds so much concern for you.

❤ He is watching what you eat. This is the only thing he can truly control, and if it means relieving your symptoms, even by a little bit, he's going to take advantage of that. He prepares for you foods that are nutrient-rich and makes sure you are happy with the results.

"I present to you," he backs into the bedroom where you lay, "peppermint tea!"

"Ah, thank you."

He hands the mug over to you and you sit up within the bed. He explains that it should help with the pain attacks and that he's got more where that came from.

He finishes, "So please drink it." His voice holds a desperation that only a soulmate could muster for somebody.

When he quits the room, you place the mug down on the dresser, staring at it for awhile. My number one supporter...

❤ Something annoying that he does is wake you up while you're sleeping. After a pain attack, where you try to calm yourself down, he is constantly asking if you are okay.

❤ "Don't you have something else to worry about?" You wave him off.

❤ He responds with a cheesy flirtation line: "You're my everything." Which makes you click your tongue.

❤ Acceptable answer...

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Mikan Tsumiki

❤ She craves the attention she gets when she takes care of you. Her favorite type of patient is a sick patient, and while you're unwell, you're going to take on this roll. She can give you medications straight from the hospital and even treat you with things like x-rays and a meal plan. Hot water bottles, heating pads, different supplements and proteins - she is going to gift you all of it. You're her favorite patient, after all. And while you're unwell, she will feel needed.

❤ When she sees you not in pain it brings tears to her eyes. She will cry on your shoulder, telling you about how happy she is that you feel good. You'll have to comfort her and tell you you love her.

"I feel better because of you!" And it's mostly true, the pain episodes have gone down since she started taking care of you.

She sniffles and grips onto your t-shirt with her small hands. "I-I-I am just so happy that you... that you're okay!"

You try not to laugh, in case it'll make her start to cry from embarrassment. "Did you think I was going to die or something?"

She shakes her head and pulls away. Her cheeks are flushed pink and her eyes are wide. "Oh no - of course not! Only people who wait to get treatment can... o-oh... don't think about that." She trails off.

"It's good you're treating me, then."

She nods and presses her lips together, trying not to cry again.

❤ You love seeing her with her concentrated face on. She will almost not hear a word you're saying when she's setting up a heating pad or massaging your stomach.

❤ She has for you one of those pill holders that have the days of the week. It's dark green because she loves the color - and more gross, she went on a ramble about how the gallbladder is dark green.

[onmyyan]

Hi its me again. I love your writing and the fact that there isn't as much abuse like there is in others. It reminds me of old yandere stories were it was genuine lovesickness. Anyway, how do you think jjba yanderes would react to a darling that is taller and more muscular than them by quite a bit. You can do whoever you like I don't mind.

A/N: Omg ily🥺 it means a lot you said all that because I really love this genre it’s my comfort trope anyway thank you for the request n I hope ya like it!! Kira should be a trigger warning in an of itself but dw he’s just weird, not mean. Mentions of his past ‘girlfriends’, a curse word or two, lil suggestive in someplace’s Mista murks a few people, tw//gun violence

Characters: Pt2 Joseph, Josuke, Kira, Mista

Joseph was used to looking down on people, standing at a proud 6’5” he was literally and figuratively knocked on his ass when he’d first laid eyes on you, his immediate thought was you were a forgotten pillarman coming from nowhere to get revenge for your masters only to quickly realize you were just a stallion. You were strong enough to put him on his back after one too many cheeky comments. Unafraid to speak your mind and keep him in check, You would stare down at him with that mind melting smirk, all too aware of his frustrations, you assumed he was just being a man, ashamed to be outclassed by someone other than himself, oh honey how wrong you were. You enjoyed teasing the behemoth of a man as no one else really could, at least not as well as you did, throughout your little jabs and snark he always had a retort, a response on the tip of his tongue, eager to do this dance of yours until one of you broke, to you he was a way too cocky dangerously self assured pretty boy who was entertainingly easy to rile up, but to Joseph, you were his everything. Someone he could proudly take home to Granny Erina once he’d finally tamed you. He had a plan, a three step plan to steal your heart just as you’d done his, and this little game of who could annoy the other the most was just step 1. “It’s been fun JoJo but you’re gonna have to find someone else to bother.” You’d jokingly said one day out of the blue, an odd friendship had formed through the month you’d been in town and it felt wrong to leave without notice, an act of kindness you’d learn to regret. “Is this one of your famous jokes (Y/n)? Not so funny to play with a mans heart like that I nearly believed you.” He finished with a scoff, his signature smirk not reaching his eyes. “It’s true Joseph, my flight leaves tomorrow, I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye, because as much as we fuck around you’re pretty fun to hang out with.” Your sincerity almost made him feel bad about rushing the next few steps of his plan, he’d have to cram months of planning into a night but he’d accomplished more with less time on his side. He huffed, his grin stretched wide across his handsome features. “Then we outta make tonight count eh?” A thick arm was tossed around your neck, you had to bend awkwardly for this to be possible much to your amusement. “Okay you weirdo, whatever you say.” You let him lead you around town with a grin, unaware you’d be missing that plane, and any other one you tried to take without him.

Josuke watched you eat with the dopiest grin on his face, he’d spent an extra hour in the mirror this morning in preparation for your first official date! Well you didn’t exactly know it it was a date and Okayasu was eating rather messily beside you two but still! You’d actually agreed to come to Toni’s with him! You’d been an enigma since you transferred to the bizarre town, choosing to keep to yourself, and despite the intimidating height and mass you possessed, he saw through your act in seconds. There was a huge softie under all that muscle, he’d watched you enough to know this as a fact, you were a gem and he was intent on showing you his appreciation and adoration for the rest of his days, a vow he’d silently taken the day you’d stolen his heart, the moment was brief in reality but it lasted forever in his mind, you smiled at him in passing, he could feel time slow down, everyone around you faded in the background, a backdrop to the beginning of your story. He could imagine telling your kids how you’d met, something about the way you’d stare down at him, eyes sharp and attentive, like you truly listened when people spoke, your laugh was loud when it was real and every time he heard it he felt 10 years added to his lifespan. At the same time that icky feeling at another person making you laugh was conflicting, he’d never been in love before but he suddenly understood why his mom had never given up on his dad, love was weird but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. You’d accidentally snapped your chopsticks laughing too hard at a joke he’d tossed out, your face scrunched in embarrassment before chuckling at yourself and switching to a fork, his stand came out on its own, pocketing the shards to fix later, a new item for his ever growing collection, what a cute little memento from your first date! His thoughts swirled happily with the stories you’d be telling your kids. Thankfully neither of you noticed his little pickpocket moment, dangerous plans forming as he stared at you with those misleadingly soft puppy dog eyes.

Kira could die in this moment, happily I might add, as your firm but soft hand was wrapped oh so deliciously around his throat threatening to crush it with ease at the slightest movement. He’d been watching you for a while now, the longest he’d ever spent on someone he didn’t plan to kill, it become sort of hobby he’d picked up recently, the morally upsetting activity bringing peace to his day to day, usually he used his stand to carefully observe your routine, eager to learn all he could about his future spouses likes and desires, but he was getting greedy. Of course he could always introduce himself but he resisted, knowing there was a time and place to get exactly what he wanted. He liked to think he knew everything about you by now, your favorite color, how you liked your coffee, your love for cats, but he didn’t anticipate this. You were much more observant than he’d given you credit for, while you couldn’t see his stand you could sense yourself being watched, and seeing the large blonde lurking indiscriminately in the crowds throughout the day was enough to set you off. So you trailed off into the less crowded parts of town quickly entering an alleyway, he followed in pure confusion only to be roughly slammed into the wall, his stand came out on reflex but simply stared at his attacker, it seemed almost confused as what to do. “Why the hell are you following me pretty boy?” His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of your fingers tightening, god he’d never felt this rush of exhilaration, none of his past ‘girlfriends’ could pull such an illicit reaction from him with a simple touch. When he didn’t answer you simply scoffed and tossed him aside like it was nothing. You left with a threat to stay out of your sight, yet all he could do was smile, the faint imprint of your fingers burned in his skin deliciously, how lucky could one man get?

Mista observed you with hungry eyes. His stare was unapologetically locked on your form. He made no intention to hide his attraction for you. The day you’d joined Buccarati’s crew was the day his world flipped. He assumed his new teammate would be no one to fuck with based on what Bruno told him about your stand, but when you walked in? Needing to bend down slightly just to enter the doorway had him sweating in his seat. He didn’t know what to say as he watched you happily interact with his fellow teammates, immediately you blended with the group, but all that was running through his mind were all the fun things you could do with those muscles. He usually stayed silent around you, not out of dislike as one would assume from his piercing gaze, but fear of accidentally voicing one of those nasty thoughts kept him quiet. You didn’t seem to mind though, always including him in the conversation, you even understood his very valid fear of that dreaded number! How could god plop such a perfect person in his lap and expect him to not do anything about it? Alas, Bruno had specifically told them not to make you uncomfortable with any flirting so he bit his tongue. Your aura was calming, a contrast to your powerful stand, speaking of, he couldn’t get his under control. Whenever they could Sex Pistols was out and all over you. They climbed and clamored for your attention, thankfully you didn’t seem to mind, always entertained their antics when you could, even giving each one a small peck when they wouldn’t let you leave for a mission without Mista, to say he was done for was an understatement, it took one mission going foul for his resistance to snap. His stand moved faster than it ever had, piercing the skulls of the idiots who brought you pain. He left the last one slowly bleeding out kneeling down to wipe the matted hair from your forehead, “You okay baby? Don’t worry honey I’ll make the bastard hurt.” He spoke not breaking eye contact, his hand pointed behind him, grip steady as he unloaded in the poor fool who thought it was a good idea to make you bleed, the wound was small, not even deep enough to trouble Giorno but that didn’t matter to Guido, any slight against you was disrespecting the future parent of his children, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t defend your honor?