#how did i manage to make him redeemable

[ox-imagines]

Tokyo Debunker as Romance Tropes

Feel free to ask me to write a longer imagine/oneshot for any of these!

Pt. 2 | Vagastrom

Pt. 1 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7

Alan - Bodyguard

Almost everywhere you go, you have a detail of bodyguards, protecting you from harm and prying eyes. As such, one of them is almost always with you to ensure your safety, and it’s often your personal favorite. Alan doesn’t even realize he’s your favorite, he just thinks it’s him because he’s the strongest and most vigilant. One night while he’s standing guard outside your door, you ask him to come in your room, insisting that it’s warmer there than in the hallway and at least he could sit while watching you. Reluctantly, he agrees. He starts to sit in a chair, but you grab his hand, tugging him gently over to sit on your bed while you slept. He still isn’t aware of your feelings for him, but now he’s got some of his own that he’s not quite sure what to do with.

“This is unprofessional… are you sure this is ok? Fine, you’re the boss…”

Sho - Enemies to Lovers

At first, Sho comes off as indifferent, directionless, and a bit cold. His attitude bothers you so much, but you’re given an assignment you’re partnered for. He’ll disagree with you about almost anything, but won’t even actually fight you on it, which is honestly worse. If he doesn’t like what you want to do, why doesn’t he suggest something he wants to do? His apathy brings out the worst in you and eventually he does snap, yelling back at you about how obnoxious it is to try and work with you and he wishes you’d just finish the assignment yourself if you didn’t actually want his input. The argument somehow ends in a very heated makeout session, after which he seems at least a little more invested and agreeable about how to do your assignment.

“Why should I give a fuck? Just do it yourself if you care so much instead of getting on my case for not caring! We can’t all be perfe- …oh. Shit, what, what are you doing…?”

Leo - Fake Relationship

Leo was kind of a friend of yours; you had a family wedding coming up and had recently led your family to believe you had a boyfriend, and unfortunately your other friends were busy that weekend. You asked Leo, and first he laughed at you, but then he decided it might be a good ‘marketing ploy’ to act like your boyfriend and promote himself to all the other wedding attendees. He acts caring around others but is still merciless towards you whenever you’re alone about how ‘funny’ it is you were so desperate you had to ask him of all people. He notices though that your family doesn’t seem to like you much, giving you underhanded compliments and sideways comments all night, and you take it like it’s nothing but he notices the way your eyes waver. It resonates with some part of him he thought he’d cut himself off from, and by the end of the night he’s not teasing you anymore and his arm around your waist feels a bit more sincere.

“I know your mom didn’t like the dress you picked, but for what it’s worth, I think you look good enough to even put on my SNS. I bet my followers would go crazy if I posted you looking like this.”

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC John Constantine's How To: Ghost Kids (pt.2)

[<- part 1]

"Oh, yeah," John jerks his head up like he just remembered the fact people are supposed to have names at all. He gestures to the kids, pointing to each of them as he introduces, "Daniel, Daniel, and Danielle."

This time, all three kids flip him off simultaneously. Bruce clears his throat, trying to figure out if Constantine is messing with him and, if so, in which parts. Since, so far, everything the man has said sounds like a poor attempt at pulling his leg.

"I don't think they like those," he cautiously says, and the kids whip their heads at him, nodding furiously. Bruce can't help but be just a little enamored with the way they behave.

"Of, sod off, at this point I don't care what they like," John straightens up with a dismissive, albeit weak, wave of his hands, and rubs his face, "They are menaces. Sometimes by accident, but mostly on purpose. Their grandfather thought it would be easier to handle them if they were not teenagers, and while I agreed with his reasoning at the time, I-" he glances at the kids, who all have displeased grimaces of various levels on their faces, "I have been made to reconsider. I swear that ancient bitch is laughing his ass off wherever he is now."

The kids suddenly grin. They are not very friendly, nor polite smiles - if anything, they look a bit nightmarish. An old grandfather's clock in his study makes a very loud ticking noise.

"See?" John whips his head to look at said clock, the expression on his face bordering on insane. His eye twitches.

If Bruce doesn't do anything now, he might become one of the very few people who managed to witness John Constantine, the Laughing Magician, have a meltdown. So he sighs and decides to solve the problems one at a time.

Which means that no matter how alarmed or suspicious he is, his first move would not be to interrogate either the man or the kids.

"You can sleep in one of the guest rooms, I trust you can find it on your own," he tells John, almost softly, as he catches the girl from slipping away from his lap, "Is there anything I need to know about children before you fall unconscious?"

John slumps with relief, so obviously that Bruce almost smiles. Hardships of raising - or, watching, for that matter - kids, he understands.

"Yes," he breathes out with an air of exhilaration and turns to the kids again, pointing to the middle child, "Danny is the original. He is from this dimension and timeline, that is. Dan," he turns his finger to the older boy, "is in the wrong timeline, he's Danny's future evil self redeemed into older bratty brother. Dani," he switches to the girl, "is Danny's clone, made by his arch-nemesis of a godfather. If she starts melting at any point, wake me up immediately. If any of them start floating, sprouting tentacles, speaking to walls in static, or glowing, don't."

Bruce looks down to the kids. So, definitely metas, that would explain the government trying to get them... Or, no, it wouldn't because he is fairly certain no government is going to blatantly ignore the Meta Protection Acts.

"Don't let them raise the dead, and if you give them food, make sure it doesn't have a face. If you find more than three of them, it means one of them has duplicated, don't worry, they will absorb it back later. Absolutely don't let them touch any guns," Constantine is backing down to the door as he speaks, his gaze flickering from the kids to Bruce and back every second. Like he is leaving a ticking bomb in Bruce's lap, and not three children. "Danny is, comparatively, the most responsible one, the other two are up for any dubious trouble they can get to at any moment. Oh, and their memories are wonky because of de-aging, they remember some things but not others, so if they say something particularly disturbing, it's most likely some random piece of knowledge they managed to keep."

Bruce raises an eyebrow. He did get the part about the kids being, well, abnormal in the matters of their origins, but the disjointed set of rules and advices doesn't help as much as Constantine probably thinks it does.

"Allergies, preferences, ages they were before?" He tries to get at least some more info down before John disappears through the door. Actually, maybe he should send someone to handcuff the man to the bed lest he disappears completely.

"None, but don't let them eat cutlery. Danny likes space, Dani has a thing for exploring, and Dan likes violence." The older kid stirs in Bruce's lap and says something in the direction of Constantine. No sound comes out, but the man seems to get what he's trying to say anyway, "Okay, yes, that was rude of me, sorry. Dan likes... exercise," he ends up with, and that placate the boy enough to slump down and cross his arms. John sighs, "They were seventeen, fourteen, and twenty respectively. Now," he snaps his fingers, and suddenly Bruce can hear the girl - Dani - humming a tune under her breath. So, he lifted the silence spell, it seems.

"Good fucking luck," John wishes to Bruce, earnestly, and all but vanishes away.

Bruce sighs and looks down to the kids.

"Are you hungry?" He tries, and all eyes are on him at once, attentive and unblinking.

"Fruitloops," Danny says, and while Bruce is positive that's the name for a cereal, he gets a feeling that's not what the kid meant.

[writersdrug]

OOOH bartender Simon when one of the regulars starts making comments about reader at the bar

Yes

Slight nsfw, someone makes derogatory marks about reader

Simon didn't understand why the man chose to be a regular at his bar. He never spoke much to the lad, Mitch, other than the occasional grunt and "'nother round?" Still, the bloke had been coming to his pub every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night like it was his religion - it very well might've been - spilling his guts over neat whiskey about his failing marriage, his estranged children, and his shitty job. Simon was surprised he managed to keep one, with how much he was drinking on a Sunday night.

"Don't ever get a wife, Simon." Mitch says, fidgeting his empty whiskey glass in his fingers. He'd already come in with a sour expression and droopy eyes - Simon wondered what the topic would be for tonight, but as usual, it steered towards his divorce waiting to happen.

"Already got one." He says, jerking his head to the liquor shelf. "Woodford."

Mitch laughs, letting Ghost take his empty glass and dunk it in the wash basin. "You got anyone waitin' for you after work?"

Ghost clicks his tongue, wiping the condensation off the bar top. "Rather not talk about my personal life 'ere."

"Bah - you need something young n' fresh." Mitch sighs, tapping his fingers against the wood. "Guy like you can't have something too committed, or else your work ethic will suffer."

Ghost grunts as his response. He reminds himself that Mitch was a customer, like everyone else, and he only has to tolerate his yapping for tonight - until next Friday.

Mitch turns his head to look at you, and Simon follows with his eyes: you're standing at a table, bantering with the couple seated there as you take their orders. Hair pulled back into that weird claw clip thingy Simon likes so much, posture relaxed as you leaned on one hip, a soft smile on your face as the couple takes their time placing their orders. He remembers how unfamiliar you were with it all in the beginning, and now it looks like you've been working here for the past ten years. Like you belong in his pub.

"How's she handling the job?" Mitch asks.

Simon shrugs. "Seems t' be managing just fine. Gets away with more shit than I should be allowin' 'er."

Mitch chuckles, looking back at you. "They always do when they look that good." He comments, making Ghost pause. "Price knew what he was doin' hiring her."

He feels his muscles tense subconsciously. "I hired 'er."

Mitch looks back at him, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Simon, you ol' dog..." he begins, leaning his forearms onto the bartop. "Gotta keep the customers comin' somehow, eh?"

Ghost blinks. "I don't follow." He does; but he's giving Mitch a chance to redeem himself after his insinuation.

"C'mon, was it her face? What she wore to the interview? Did Johhny-boy see her and beg you to hire her?" He leans in towards Simon, who obliges and meets him halfway, just to hear what else the prick will say, so he knows how much damage he can justify.

"I'm telling you - the only reason she probably took the job was, well.." he raises and eyebrow.

Simon waits. "Hmm?"

"You know - three big guys like you lot - not to mention that old brewmaster assistant, Garrick, I know he frequents here... well, any desperate thing like her would be throwing themselves at the opportunity."

He's livid. "Wha' opportunity?"

"Gettin hit from all sides, if you catch my drift."

Ghost nods slowly, biting the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood. He wants to punch a hole through Mitch's chest, but two patrons roughhoused in one week would make Price get on his case. He turns to the bar and grabs a whiskey glass.

"Aww, don't be like that..." Mitch says when he senses Ghost's anger. "I'm sorry. Listen - if you don't want to show her a good time, me and my buddy will. I'll leave my number and you'll give it to her for me?"

"Drink this, sober up, and go home Mitch." Ghost says, slapping the glass of clear liquid in front of the man. Mitch eyes him with a huff as he returns to washing the glasses in the bar sink.

"Fuckin' loser..." he mumbles, grabbing the glass and downing a large gulp - he immediately sputters, the drink spilling all over his front as he coughs and hacks violently. The entire floor looks over at the commotion, you included, standing by the POS and watching with a furrowed brow.

"Fuck- was that goddamn Everclear?!" He rasps.

"I think it's time y' head out, Mitch." Ghost says, leaning both of his hands against the bar. "Call your wife and kids. Stop comin' 'ere every week." He then leans in close, right in front of Mitch's face. "Cuz if I see you back at my bar again, I'm draggin' you out the back myself."

His eyes crinkle with a smile as he claps Mitch on the arm, making him jump from the impact. He quickly gets up off his seat and stumbles towards the front door, sparing one last bitter glance between you and Ghost, before he angrily shoves his way out.

Ghost sighs, putting the Everclear back on the shelf; you walk over right on cue. "What was that about? He ok?"

Simon shrugs, closing Mitch's tab on his POS and assigning an auto-gratuity. "Dunno. Maybe my advice finally got t' the bastard."

[aakeysmash]

Tell me you love me

Pairing: f!reader x Sukuna Ryomen.

Word count: 2512.

Warnings: ANGSTTTTTT. An attempt at it at least lmao, let me know if I did a good job with it. A bit suggestive in the middle. Cursing. Mentions of cheating (mentions!!! No cheating in this house).

People often say that Sukuna would be obsessed with the reader/oc, but I think a relationship with him would be the hardest thing ever.

He doesn’t get the concept of being in love: at the start of your relationship he found out you were more tolerable than anyone else, he assumed that meant he liked being around you and went along with it. Of course he fell in love in the long run, but for him it’s embarrassing to admit it. He barely even said it when you asked him why he wanted you to move in with him.

It’s not like he isn’t obsessed with you: he’s obsessed with the way you just seem to get him, with the way you smile when he comes home from a long day at work, with the utmost kindness you treat people around you with and that he lacks completely. He’s mesmerised by you, by the curve of your hips, the brightness of your eyes, the softness of your hands on his body.

He doesn’t show it, though.

He’s used to being rough and redeems emotions as futile. Like he already said to you in a couple of your arguments, if you get him you get him, if not, he’s not explaining himself. Everything he does is thought of and automatically right, so why would he give you explanations?

But sometimes in relationships you need communication. He doesn’t see how intense it is to be next to someone who acts like he doesn’t care about what you want to share in your daily life. And again, he does care: if he could, he’d make a copy of you yapping and just listen to it on repeat while working. He loves how passionate you sound while talking about your hobbies, he finds the little tilt to your voice when you search for his approval adorable. He doesn’t see how difficult it is to be with him because he’s only been with you, and you’re so good at communicating and making him feel heard he doesn’t notice he’s not reciprocating your efforts.

And that means that he’s never the one who wants to resolve misunderstandings, because he thinks they don’t really exist. You were upset about your dish not coming out the way it was supposed to and instead of reassuring you it was still edible he straight up said it looked horrible and walked away? He’s not sorry. He spoke his mind, did he not? And why would you be sad about the truth?

You’re not weak, and you’re not shy either. Kind people are not necessarily stupid, and you’re living proof of that. He’d never be in a relationship with a weakling who doesn’t know how to raise her voice and stand her ground. You’re fierce in your own way, and you know how to manage his stubbornness 90% of the time. You don’t like being disrespected or ignored, and you made sure to talk his ear off whenever he did it. Not like he purposefully did it, anyway.

But as a person who understands emotions and feels emotions, sometimes being with him frustrates you. And it comes to a point where you debate on keeping being next to him or leaving him for good.

He’s not the only one who has hard days, but when both of you have one, the silence inside your house is deafening. You’re the one who usually starts up conversations, but your mind is occupied with other things. You’ve barely touched your food.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” He scoffs at dinner. He doesn’t like you frowning, it wrecks his heart. It makes him want to destroy the face of whoever took the smile he lives for off your face.

You sigh. “You know how my parents said they were coming to visit us next month? Well-”

He’s silent. Fuck, when did she say this? He thinks. Probably one of those days where the thought of your thighs suffocating him all night plagued his mind last week. Fuck, he’d take a bite of them right now if you let him. Maybe he could suggest it. It could take his mind off of his own shitty day.

“Are you even listening to me?” You say sternly. He notices you kept on talking while his mind wandered, but he disregards it.

“Wanna fuck?” He asks instead.

You’re baffled. “Sukuna, what the fuck?”

“Damn, you could’ve just said no, brat,” he says rolling his eyes.

You get offended. “Don’t fucking ask me what’s wrong if you’re not going to listen to me.”

“Yeah yeah, you were probably going to talk about how worried you are and shit. I don’t care about that. If you don’t want to get my dick wet I’m going to rub one out,” he says waving his hand in front of your face and standing up from his chair.

You huff out a sarcastic laugh. “Are you serious?”

“Would you prefer me to find someone else to do it for me?” He bites, snapping his head toward you.

He sees you widening your eyes. If there’s a thing you don’t tolerate is cheating, or jokes about it. He knows it. He knows it, dammit. You’re fuming.

“You’re an asshole. Fuck you. I’m sleeping at Nobara’s,” you spit at him, grabbing the purse you left on the side of the table and rushing out the door, slamming it.

When he’s left alone in your shared living room, he keeps on looking at your front door. The silence is making his head hurt, the only thing he’s hearing is the sound of the door slamming. Did he overstep? Nah, you were probably overreacting. He shrugs and finally moves from his spot, going to put his dish in the sink. He leaves yours on the table, because maybe you’ll be hungry when you come home. You usually are after an argument. You’ll come back after a couple of hours saying you didn’t want to worry him too much, you’ll sigh saying this can’t keep on happening and that you’re tired of arguing, then he’ll hug you and everything will be alright. Just like it always is. You’ve never left like this, though.

He ruffles his hair; he’s angry at everything and everyone. You should’ve got that he’s the one overreacting, why didn’t you get him like usual? Why aren’t you still back after 3 hours? He hates feeling angry. He hates feeling tired. He hates feeling in general. Most importantly, he hates that the hands in his hair are his and not yours. He hates the way right now he’s craving your soft voice reassuring him in his ear, your sweet words covering him like a blanket; his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat while lying on your couch, reminding you that you’re there. You’ve always been there. There’s no one else for him, there’s never going to be one. He’d never cheat, you’re so stupid for getting angry about it. Why did you get so mad about it? Suddenly, he’s thinking about random stuff you said that he ingrained in his head.

I love you too, Sukuna. I’ll wait for you to tell me that without me forcing it out, mh? I’ll move in with you, sure, if you ask me so that nicely.

You picked this book because it reminded you of me? Thank you, baby. I love it. Both the book and the fact you thought of me.

Can you stop messing up my sock drawer? No, I did not hide your cigarettes there. But please stop smoking, I love when you taste like my lip gloss and not that disgusting shit you inhale. Give me a kiss so I can prove it to you. I’ll take your breath away way better than tobacco.

He smirks while on the couch, alone. You’re so cute. He wants to bottle up your laugh. Why aren’t you back still? His mind doesn’t stop, though.

You hurt me, Sukuna. Why can’t you notice?

I feel like you don’t care about me.

If I hadn't come to you, would you have come to me? Or would you just have ignored this whole argument and acted like nothing happened?

Am I just filling up a random space you leave open for a significant other or am I the significant other that’s capable of filling that void?

That night he dreams of you. The way you glared at him asking him if he was serious, almost like a warning before you lashed out. He dreams of the hurt that flashed in your eyes when he spewed nonsense. And when he wakes up, you’re still not back. Your unfinished plate is still on the kitchen table.

But he’s prideful, that’s why you’re the one that’s always trying to resolve arguments. Yes, you’ll come back. He’s sure of it. You always came back during the 3 years you've been together.

A week passes by and he's going crazy. You haven't contacted him at all, and he didn't text first. He lies to himself saying it's because he's leaving you some space, but the truth is that he's scared. What is he even supposed to say? Hey, I'm sorry, I miss you, please come home? That's pathetic. He's taking a shower when suddenly his phone rings. His heart skips a beat and he rushes out to check if it's you. Please, let it be you.

Instead it's Yuji, his brother.

Yuji: Hey, what happened with y/n? She asked me to come get some of her things for her. Is she sick?

Sukuna frowns. Then he realizes that- you're going to move out. You're going to break up with him.

He goes into panic mode. He never thought about the possibility of you leaving him. He thought you would come back, like you always do. Why would you leave him? Is it because you finally realized that you're better off with someone who knows how to express their feelings for you? Did you get tired of him? Have you already found someone else?

He finds himself knocking on Nobara's door in the next ten minutes. He ran, he's sweating and it's starting to rain. He's out of breath, and he gets his hands on his knees while he waits for you to open the door. He's not ready to let you go. He can't even fathom a life where he doesn't wake up to you trying to get warm between his arms, without you nagging him while watching a film together, without helping you bake cookies while laughing with each other. Without not being able to talk from how in love he is while looking into your eyes. And he knows that if you leave him he's never going to be able to live in his own house ever again, or walk down the street you always do together, or go grocery shopping and not thinking about you while looking at vegetables. You always said you liked vegetables and he always lied about liking them just to see you excited about cooking them together.

"Yuji, I didn't think you'd be this fas- oh," you open the door and your face falls when you see it's Sukuna. He snaps his gaze toward your face when he hears your voice. He missed it so much. You're so beautiful. He missed all of you. So much.

Neither of you move, you just keep staring at each other. This time, he knows he's going to have to talk first. For the first time, he realizes how hard it actually is to confront someone first. Do you feel like this every time?

"Come home," he says. "Please," he adds.

You look sad. "I don't think I'm going to, Sukuna. It's been more than a week and you didn't even reach out to say... I don't even know what. I know you don't say sorry. You never do."

Your words feel like knives. From where you're standing you're taller than him, and he has to look up to look at you. It's like he's in front of the pearly gates of heaven and an angel is making him confess all the wrong things he did, except in this scenario you're the angel and the things he did are just what he thinks about all of this. About you in general.

And you're right, he doesn't usually say sorry. The words get stuck in his throat and he just gapes up at you, still catching his breath. Pathetic.

You sigh, then go to close the door. You don't look at him anymore and he feels like he can't breathe, and not because of the run.

"I'll come get my things next week. Go home, you'll get wet," you say. And your voice is clear, you're not mumbling, you must have thought about this. He sees how hard you're clenching your jaw to appear resolute, your nails hurting your palms from how hard you're closing your hands. But you still manage to worry about him, worry about him possibly catching a cold from the rain. And he loves you. Fuck, he loves you so much.

"Wait," he manages to say. You look at him with longing. With sorrow.

And he feels like he's crying to the angel in his afterlife when he opens his mouth again, thorns in his throat getting tighter, suffocating him. But he doesn't cry here, in front of you, even if maybe you'd like it. You'd probably say that you appreciate him showing emotions, maybe tease him for it, but you'd like it. He'd kiss you while you're still laughing, saying you're stupid, and you'd continue laughing.

"I love you," he rasps out. The words feel so unfamiliar to his tongue, but so familiar to his ears. You always tell him you love him. "I'm sorry for being a shithead. Please don't leave me. I promise you I'll get better at this communication shit," he begs.

You still don't move, but he sees you getting softer.

"Go home, Sukuna. We'll talk about it when it's not raining," you utter.

"No, I don't fucking want to," he snaps. You're startled, and he cringes. He's really not used to all of this. He doesn't like scaring you.

"Fuck, I meant to say I want to get over it right now. I didn't want to scare you. I want you back, Y/N. Please, have me back. I'll get better for real," he says while getting progressively closer to you.

"You promise?" You ask, now shorter than him. You're a step of distance from each other.

"I promise, baby. I'll make you the happiest girl to ever exist," he tells you, looking at you intensely.

"Start by saying you love me again," you mumble, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest. He engulfs you in his own arms, inhaling the smell of your shampoo, then snorts.

"Sure. I'm in love with you, brat."

Being in a relationship with Sukuna is hard, but he loves you easily.

[after-witch]

Hazbin Hotel yandere Alastor imagine

note: discussions of sexual abuse, physical abuse, afab reader, misogny

Oh, to be in Hell and working for Valentino, who uses and abuses you, who goes from hot to cold depending on his moods, whims, and whatever might be pissing him off or propping him up at the moment.

It's not the living you wanted to be making. It's not the life--or afterlife--that you envisioned for yourself. But you owe him so much money (he fed you, and clothed you, and kept a roof over your ungrateful head, didn't he?) and you don't know how else you could pay him back.

But one day you happen to catch someone whispering about this new Hotel where you might be able to get better? Where life might be able to get better? Where you might get, and the word refuses to even catch on your tongue despite it dancing in your ears, redeemed?

You want that. All of it. Even it means risking getting the (after) life beaten out of you.

And on a rare free morning you sneak out and make your way to the front door and a tiny (cute, but, horrifying) little maid answers but before she can get a word in edgewise, a blonde woman--the literal princess of Hell, you realize--jumps into the doorway and grabs your hand to shake it vigorously and welcome you in with the biggest smile you've ever seen that isn't (for once) tinged with something awful behind it.

You practically trip inside as she excitedly pulls you into the foyer where a gaggle of people are sitting on a velvet couch and oh, shit, you know one of them.

Angel. You knew he was here--Val would not stop bitching about it--but it's different hearing about him being involved in this little project and actually seeing him out of the studio.

When Angel sees you, he freezes, his eyebrows shoot practically to the sky. And you're about to beg him not to tell Val, please-please-please, Angel might get away with being here but you don't have that kind of sway, when someone slides in front of you.

Red hair, pointy teeth, a fantastically red coat.

Alastor, of course.

You're not supposed to talk to him. Val and Vox made it clear to everyone in the studio. The Radio Demon is an "old timey fuck" who needs to fuck off and any one caught fraternizing with him might as well be fucking dead (or they'd wish they were) so stay away.

And his reputation wasn't any better with what you'd heard on the street.

But... he doesn't seem all that bad. And you were already taking a Big Fucking Risk by coming here, it's not like Val would go easier on you if you pleaded that sure, you snuck out, sure you came here when you knew you shouldn't, but you clamped your mouth shut and didn't talk to Alastor, you swear!

"Greetings," he says, and you want to smile a little. Because he really does sound like a radio, the kind your mom used to listen to when you were young, even though they were going out of style. Sometimes you missed that, sitting around the table while the radio played, tinny voices and music playing.

"Hi," you manage, voice quiet. "I mean, greetings," you say, stupidly, really.

But he doesn't call you a moron (like Val might) or ignore you (like Vox might)--instead he dips and picks up your wrist gently and he actually kisses your hand, a perfunctory gentlemanly peck of a greeting, instead of licking a slimy trail up your arm like Val is prone to do.

Can you help the little "oh!" that escapes your lips? No. Can you help the heated flush that creeps up your chest? No.

And if he, to everyone's surprise, winds up taking you under his wing--can you complain? No.

He doesn't tell you, like Val did, that you'll pay him back every red cent when he conjures up a closet full of clothes to replace your scant wardrobe. The clothes are modest and lovely and again, your mom springs to mind. The stuff she'd pull out of her closet and hold to her chest sometimes, because they no longer fit.

You wish you'd worn those clothes, when you got old enough to fit into them. But they were moth eaten and out of style and you'd look at her aghast when she asked if you wanted them when you were moving out.

So you didn't. But now... well, they don't fit so bad, do they? You even look nice in them. Alastor says "you're a vision of loveliness, dear," when you wear one of the outfits he's picked out. And you're not sure if it's a pun on his name or a genuine compliment, but you thank him all the same.

Charlie agrees to set up a room for you and Alastor helps with that, too. Although his help mostly involved changing out the standard linens for something nicer, stocking your closet and dresser with old fashioned clothes, and removing the TV.

You almost protested, but he reminded you that "your old friend Vox just might pop in and see you" and ah, it all made sense.

Alastor was looking out for you. Like he did with the clothes. Like he does with the way he helps you navigate the vague, ever-changing lessons that Charlie tries to teach.

Everyone here is nice, all things considered, for Hell.

It's not perfect.

Sometimes you would like to wear something more flashy and stylish, but what outfits Charlie manages to procure never seem to make it into your wardrobe.

Angel always looks like he's going to vomit when Val calls because at this point you are considered "missing" and Val does not like it when his "whores try to ghost him," as you'd once heard him screeching on Angel's phone.

Angel always denies that you're here, denies that he's seen you, and for once, you're glad he can act well when it really matters.

And if Alastor gets a little too clingy... if he gets a little too controlling? If sometimes he reminds you of Val, pushing and pulling you in the directions he wants, you just remind yourself that he's not as bad.

He doesn't ever, ever hit you. He doesn't yell at you or even raise his voice, really!

He corrects, that's all.

Steers you to the right outfits, reminds you how to act like a lady (something he never seems to do with anyone else, to your embarrassment); gently grabs your wrist and brings you along with him around the Hotel, into the shadows of the streets where you won't be seen when he thinks you need some good old fashioned exercised or fresh air. (If the air in hell could be considered "fresh" is another thing entirely.)

So yes.

He might be a little controlling. You can admit that. Even if he has your best interest in mind.

But every time that little thought creeps into your head, you just remind yourself. He's not as bad as Val.

And when you're in Hell, "he's not as bad" might as well mean that he's good.

[cafem3wcuryy]

౨ৎ ━━━ AYE AYE, CAPTAIN

━ characters: kuroo, bokuto, ushijima, oikawa, daichi, kita

━ sum: bumping into their (hallway) crushes, then finally confessing.

━ tw: fem!reader, sfw, unestablished relationship

continuation here

lowercase intended!

m.list

━━━ KUROO TETSURO

⤷ kuroo would probably deviate a plan to try and bump into you 'coincidentally' and apologizing before saying, "i was distracted and couldn't see you" when he was actually just standing there waiting for you to round the corner

⤷ kuroo would purposefully run into you throughout the halls of nekeoma, trying to make small talk with you, then no hesitation would ask if you want to hang out outside of the school.

⤷ after a few times of hanging out outside of school, kuroo would ask you if you want to watch the team play volleyball. even sneaking in, "we don't have a manager either, soooo" hoping you would catch on and apply to be manager.

⤷ kuroo would start lowkey flirting with you, but would get embarrassed when you wouldn't pick up on his flirting.

"are you okay? you're staring at me a little intense." you ask him.

"yup, your face is just so stupidly cute."

"did you just call my face stupid, kuroo?"

⤷ kuroo would soon start getting teased by his teammates whenever they see him walking with you to school, calling him a 'simp', but he proudly admits that he is for you.

⤷ kuroo would look at you smugly when you start flirting back with him, teasing you for 'ultimately falling in love with someone like him', then would start complaining when you bring up his failed flirting attempts in the past before he became straightforward.

"don't look at me like that when one of the first few times you've tried to flirt with me, you said my face looked stupidly cute."

"c'monnnnnnnnn, [name]... when will you ever drop that?" kuroo whined.

"when you stop teasing me whenever i, embarrassingly, flirt with you."

⤷ kuroo would be the one to start falling even harder for you, unable to keep going with the endless flirtings, wanting to confess his feelings for you.

⤷ kuroo finally decided, planning to confess his feelings at the end of the day, but would get impatient and tell you while you guys are at the aquarium.

"[name]."

"yes?" you turn to him, his face slightly red.

"i like you."

⤷ kuroo would immediately bring you into a hug, and would kiss the top of your head when you tell him you like him too.

"does that mean if i ask you to be my girlfriend, you'll say yes?"

"obviously, tetsuro."

━━━ BOKUTO KOUTARO

⤷ bokuto would be telling a story to akaashi, using his whole body to tell it as well and accidentally hits you as you were walking past.

"OH MY! I'M SO SORRY!" bokuto exclaims, grabbing your face between his large hands, inspecting it.

"n-no worries..."

"bokuto, please stop touching her. i think you're making her uncomfortable." akaashi grunts, having to pull bokuto away from your personal space.

⤷ bokuto would tell akaashi on how you're his crush while freaking out because he accidentally hit you, as well as invading your personal space and making you uncomfortable. (you weren't)

⤷ bokuto would soon search classrooms, looking for your's during lunch so he could apologize to you again and try to make up for it, eventually finding your class.

⤷ bokuto would do anything and everything to make up for hitting you, soon looking for you during lunch time throughout the week hoping you would find something he could do to redeem himself.

⤷ bokuto would continue to hang out with you during lunches even after you had told him what to do to redeem himself, enjoying your company and presence even more, even making akaashi join the two of you occasionally.

⤷ bokuto would look for you in the stands at his games after he hits a spike, and when he gets blocked he looks toward you to see you giving him a thumbs up while mouthing 'it's okay, try again' to him, making him even more fired up.

⤷ after winning his game, bokuto will excitedly runs up to you, bringing you into a hug, lifting you up off the floor before blurting out his feelings to you out of pure excitement.

"DID YOU SEE THAT, [NAME]?! WE WON!" he shouts excitedly.

"i'm so proud of you, bo!"

"HEY! SINCE WE WON, LET'S GO OUT!"

"h-huh?" you stammered.

"I LIKE YOU, [NAME]! LET'S GO OUT TOMORROW, OKAY?!"

⤷ after saying yes, bokuto would run around the gym yelling.

"AKAASHI, SHE SAID YES!"

"bokuto, please stop yelling, people are staring..."

━━━ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

⤷ ushijima first saw you talking to your best friend in the hallways and was immediately entranced with your smile.

⤷ ushijima would unconsciously look for you in the hallways of shiratorizawa, and when he would see you, his eyes would never leave your figure.

"whatcha looking at, ushiwaka?" tendou smirks, poking his bicep.

"nothing."

⤷ ushijima wouldn't be discreet about how he looks for you, making tendou tease him, soon his interest in you would spread across the team like wildfire, which he then learns your name.

⤷ ushijima spotted you in the stands at one of his games and immediately began feeling giddy.

⤷ ushijima would score a point and would make eye contact with you, giving you the tiniestt smile which you immediately notice.

⤷ ushijima would finally approach you in the halls and just stand there until you notice him. (which is immediately bcs he is huge)

"eh?"

"apologies if i startled you. may i talk to [name] alone?"

you and your best friend share a look of confusion, before they leave you and him alone. "would you like to exchange numbers?"

⤷ ushijima would text you everyday, never failing to wish you a good morning or a goodnight as well as sending you text messages of when and what time he would have a game, hoping to see you there.

⤷ ushijima would come into terms with his feelings for you, telling tendou that he plans on confessing his true feelings to you, which tendou would immediately blab about to the team.

⤷ ushijima would approach you during lunch, bringing you outside to confess his feelings to you.

"i like you," he nods. "i wanted to be transparent with my emotions with you."

"i like you, too."

⤷ ushijima's chest would swell with happiness as he smiles at you, making your heart melt.

━━━ OIKAWA TOORU

⤷ oikawa had spotted you talking to hanamaki and matsukawa one morning, thinking you were very attractive and expected you to start swooning over him like his fangirls when he walked over to the two of you.

⤷ oikawa thought you were shy when you walked away from the two when you saw him walking over.

"aw, why'd she leave?" he pouted.

"she doesn't like you." hanamaki snickered, making matsukawa laugh.

⤷ oikawa was determined to make you like him and tried to make your paths cross with him whenever he saw you around the school, and would initiate conversation with you.

⤷ oikawa would start getting annoyed from the amount of times he would be interrupted because of his fangirls and would lowkey start boiling whenever they inserted themselves into your guys' conversation.

⤷ oikawa would start flat out ignoring his fangirls whenever they came around and only kept his eyes on you, following you if you were to start walking away when you saw them approaching.

⤷ oikawa would get your number from matsukawa and would start texting you nonstop, asking you to hang out with him after his practices, pitching the idea you watch him during practice so you guys can walk home together.

"oikawa, i live in the opposite direction."

"it's okay! i like talking to you, [name]!~"

⤷ oikawa would obnoxiously point at you whenever he scored a point if you were watching with a smirk, making your heart flutter, but you would roll your eyes at him.

⤷ oikawa would walk up to you after winning the game with a grin.

"let's go on a date! i would say i deserve it for winning."

"go with one of your fangirls or something, trashykawa."

"noooo, i wanna go with you!~" he pouts.

"celebrate with your teammates, how about that?" you roll your eyes.

"but i don't like them, i like you, [name]!"

⤷ oikawa would bring you into the tightest hug when you would agree, practically skipping over to the rest of the team and gushing about how he has a date with you.

━━━ DAICHI SAWAMURA

⤷ daichi would see you walking kiyoko the gym, and would try to be nonchalant on asking kiyoko who you were.

⤷ daichi would see you hanging with kiyoko a lot, and would pretend to ask kiyoko things about later's practice just to see you and try to talk to you.

"hi, im daichi sawamura, karasuno's volleyball captain."

⤷ daichi would start asking kiyoko things about you, and would bring you up to her without even noticing it.

"what class is [name] in?"

"does [name] watch our games?"

"is [name] in any clubs?"

⤷ daichi would begin stuttering and turn red when kiyoko would ask if he has a crush on you, but would immediately perk up when she asks if he wants to hang out with you guys sometime.

⤷ daichi would compliment you whenever he passed by you in the halls, and would start small talk.

⤷ daichi would be very respectful whenever he hung out with you and kiyoko, earning him brownie points from you and kiyoko.

⤷ daichi would ask for your number, and would text you constantly, even during school, asking you how are your classes and if you were busy after school.

⤷ daichi would put in the maximum effort when he saw you watching one of the games, hoping to impress you.

⤷ daichi would become irritated on the downlow when nishinoya and tanaka saw you talking to kiyoko after the game, and when they both started fanboying over 'two goddesses', then would scold them for being animals.

⤷ daichi would decide to confess to you on a random weekend after he caught himself thinking of you while he was out and about doing errands.

⤷ daichi would show up to your front door with a bouquet of flowers.

"daichi? what are you doing here?"

"i just wanted to tell you that i have liked you for quite sometime," he clears his throat. "and i was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me."

⤷ daichi would sigh in relief when you agreed, giving you the flowers with a wide smile and red cheeks.

⤷ daichi would start running home excitedly, while smiling widely after you went back into your home after giving him a kiss on the cheek.

━━━ KITA SHINSUKE

⤷ kita saw you in the hallways once when he went to meet up with his teammates for lunch, finding you absolutely breathtaking.

⤷ kita had bumped into you a few days after, immediately apologizing to you with a slight blush, asking if you were okay with immense worry in his tone.

⤷ kita would start seeking you out discreetly, but was caught by aran when he saw kita looking at you so fondly.

"who is that?"

"who?" kita tried to brush off, making aran roll his eyes.

⤷ kita would go up to you one day after school at your shoe locker, asking if you wanted to exchange phone numbers because he wanted to get to know you.

⤷ kita would text you every night, asking about your day and what kind of foods did you like so he can make you some when he could, leaving it on your desk the next morning with a note.

⤷ kita would start approaching you throughout the day, engaging in a conversation and asking how the food was to your liking.

⤷ kita would start giving you small snacks and treats with a note on your desk every morning, and would walk you home after your clubs.

⤷ kita would write you a love note, telling you how he feels on your desk with a few flowers that reminded him of you.

⤷ kita would wait for you outside of your classroom with a bento box in hand and another flower, nervously fumbling with the cloth of the bento box.

"did you like it? the letter, i mean...?"

"of course i did, kita. i like you, too."

⤷ kita would burst into a wide smile, handing you the flower and the bento box, walking beside you with a hand on your lower back as you two walked to somewhere else more isolated to eat your lunches as the twins, suna and aran cheered him on from the corner.

note(s):

requests are open gang

[bitchlessdino]

the one where the stranger you fake date turns out to be your childhood friend (m) Teaser

A Valentine collaboration hosted by @camandemstudios and their masterlist

Pairing: office manager!seungcheol x childhood friend!fem!reader Genre: romcom, smut, fluff, slight angst Teaser word count: 1.2k rating: R Summary: In a world where relationships mattered just as much as money or status did, Seungcheol found himself wrapped up with a person from twenty years ago. He didn't know how you remembered him, and frankly he didn't know how he remembered you, but the way you've reentered his life, like a gust of wind, he didn't think he'll ever forget you now.

The crowd of Seungcheol’s colleagues all started harmoniously greeting you, their eyes lighting up and genuine smiles forming for the first time since encountering their superior outside the office. You were quick to entertain them, never leaving Seungcheol’s side as his arm essentially became a leash, lugging the thirty-year-old man around like a purse dog, and being at the receiving end, he was too stunned to object.

“Hi, you must work with this guy right here,” you grinned, nudging into Seungcheol with the crown of your head.

“How do you know Mr. Choi, Miss…” Jihoon began to ask, curiosity radiating off of him as much as it did everyone else.

“Well,” you took Seungcheol’s hand out of his pocket, interlocking your fingers together, earning a bigger reaction than a simple thousand-yard stare from the office manager. “I’m Seungcheol’s girlfriend.”

Everyone involved in the conversation stared at you as if you had grown a second head and Seungcheol looked at you as if you had grown a third.

[…] It’s when he realized for once in his life he feared someone, and it was this smiley little creature that lied through their teeth as easily as they breathed.

“Okay looks like it's all good. Looks like we can finally be in business. What will be our first move, considering you are the first to have proposed the idea?”

“Yes, well, that will be the office party the company is hosting. Usually, everyone is required to attend, and I've skipped many events like it–”

“And you want me to come with you to make you look good for your team?”

“No, I want to make you an excuse so I don’t have to go.”

You furrowed your brows. “That’s counterproductive. Literally the opposite of what I’m here for.”

“But neither of us would have to go.”

Your fingers curled up into your palms, forming halfhearted fists before you unfurled them, trying to cherry-pick the right words to get through this tinman’s head. “You have to realize that simply having a girlfriend is not enough for people to like you. It’s about talking you up, showing off your redeeming qualities. Getting people to understand Seungcheol the person, not Seungcheol the boss.”

“Are you proposing I have no redeeming qualities?”

“You were trying to use me as an excuse to avoid going to a company party. What were you going to do with that time on your own?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“This is exactly why you need my help, Cheol,” you reminded, feeling like you’re lecturing a cat about not scratching up the couch.

He gave a light grimace, “You don’t need to call me that childish abbreviation. I have a whole name.”

You leaned over from your seat, staring over at him wide eyes, fluttering your lashes and feigning a lovestruck grin. “I need to give you a nickname if we’re dating. What about Babe? Baby? Honey? Lover?”

“Seungcheol is just fine,” he answered, unaffected, not bothering to look past his laptop.

Your smile dropped in an exaggerated scowl as you pulled yourself back down, crossing your arms. “How have your other girlfriends dealt with you?”

Seungcheol suddenly had nothing else to say, his eyes started darting everywhere but you, leaning back against the booth and preoccupying his mouth with his scalding hot vanilla latte.

Your eyes narrowed at him suspiciously as the silence persisted and the click-clacking of his keyboard, “Seungcheol, you have dated before, right?”

His eyes flitted back to you like a flickering flame before it went out, directing themselves back to his laptop, typing away at something at a more urgent pace, or looking as if he did.

“Oh my god. You haven’t.”

“Silence,” he finally said.

“You…You haven’t been on a date with anyone? With a woman? Or even a man?”

He rolled his eyes, groaning under his breath. “Don’t make a scene.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you reassured, “of course, I'm just very surprised…and confused. For 30 years of your life?”

“It was never something I prioritized.”

“Middle school. High school. College,” you began listing off.

“I went to an all boys school, and college does not leave much time for dating when you’re getting your Bachelor’s and Master’s.”

You waved your hands bizarrely. “So what? You worked your entire life?”

“Yes.”

“…Hmm.”

“What?”

Curiosity killed the cat, so the cat never came to know Seungcheol and apparently he never came to know the cat. “So if you’ve never been on a date, your intimate life…?”

He raised his brow, and sighed, realizing he was doing that a lot today. He closed his laptop, placing his hands neatly in his lap. “That goes without saying, but yes. I haven’t been intimate with anyone.”

“Right,” you responded, processing the information in real time.

“Are we done here? Is this game of 101 questions over with?”

“Just one more.”

“What?”

“What are you so big for then?”

“They’re watching…” He sang, eyes glazing over off in the distance.

You slightly turned your head to watch his view, seeing a few of your friends off in the distance, coming from the beach or slightly in view from the poolside, that could easily catch you in whatever act you and Seungcheol looked like you were up to. However, at this point, everyone seemed to be in their own world, talking, laughing, minding their own businesses. You weren’t sure if it mattered.

You snickered, resting your hands on his shoulders and readjusting your knees as they dug into the seat cushions. “You’re gonna go this far?”

“Yep. I have to look like a good boyfriend.”

You squinted at him suspiciously. “You had a lot to drink, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know?” He mumbled dumbly, his dimple indented extra deep.

You shook your head in disbelief, dipping your head forward and momentarily colliding with his in a headbutt. You reacted as expected, rubbing your forehead at the slight ache you caused, but from the lack of tact of the receiver, your assumptions were true. “You're so drunk right now.”

His hand rose to your hair, patting it down before finding your ear. As he thumbed over the curve of the helix, he could feel the heat bloom between his fingers. “You look so pretty right now.”

“Cheol,” you tried getting up, but he sat you back down, gripping you by your hips until they met his.

“Stay,” he quietly pleaded, his eyes glistening under the moonlight staring back at you with utter need that you have no choice but just melt right back in his touch.

You couldn’t believe the situation happening right now, and neither could your heart in your chest as it started beating at twice its usual rate. All you could focus on was his hands as they traveled up your body, skimming through the thin fabric of your shirt, following up your spine as he let out soft, ragged breaths.

You pressed the pads of your fingers a little deeper into the meat of his shoulders, “S-Seungcheol–”

“Do you know what will really convince them?” His voice is unrecognizable, deep and indulgent.

You made the ghost of a whimper as a finger travelled back down your body as you responded earnestly. “I don’t think we have to do much more convincing. I think they believe us when we say we’re a couple.”

“But you know what will really convince them though?”

You were scared to even ask, thinking a single word would burst this bubble you have no idea how you got caught in. “What?�� you asked softly.

[OUT NOW]

[jyoongim]

Hey I love your work so much! Could you please write about alastor with a wife who’s just like Jessica rabbit and ended up in heaven because she didn’t know about him killing but came down to visit him after meeting Charlie when she went up there. I just think I’d be wild for someone like Al to have a wife like that

AAAAOOOOGGGGAAAAA!!!! I could have written this in soooo many ways but i think its a bit like one i already wrote but I hope you enjoy nevertheless!!! @alientee

I highly recommend you listen to The Night We Met, Copacabana, and Why don’t You Do Right!!!! That’s what I envisioned for this one request!!!!

The meeting between the Princess of Hell and the Angelic council was a mess.

The Princess had a look of defeat, so you took it upon yourself to let her show you her hotel.

You prompted that you will be the one to go down and see if it were possible that demons could be redeemed.

I mean everyone deserves a second chance right?

You were talk even the worst sinner still possessed some sort of decency.

So you followed the Princess to her hotel to show you around.

Charlie was elated that you didn’t think her dream was just some fluck.

She asked you all sorts of questions. How you ended up in heaven and how was your life before you died.

”Believe it or not I was a singer at a gentlemen’s lounge. Oh darlin you should have seen me in my prime! Jazz, booze, and oh I had the sweetest husband.”

Charlie was shocked. I mean, yes you were breathtaking, but you really didn’t seem like the type to be tied down to some guy.

You giggled at her expression.  It was often the look men gave you when you refused their advances, happily boasting you were a taken woman and not some hussy that could warm their beds.

”Oh you’ll really find that the hotel has character. Our hotel manager might be a little…hmmm creepy but don’t pay him any mind” she said opening the door to the hotel to lead you through the lobby.

And character it did.

The interior was old-fashion but it had charm. A bit masculine for a young woman to run it,  but if the manager was a man, you could see why it looked the way it did.

You took a seat on a couch and waited as Charlie went to gather the residents so you would meet them.

You were slightly nervous. You were in Hell and hadn’t the slightest clue what demons even looked like.

You fiddled with your ring, how you wished to see your husband.

”Everyone we have a special guest so pleeeeaasssee be on your best behavior” you heard Charlie say.

You caught sight of a gnarly bar and the bartender, you smiled

”shot of whiskey on the rock love” Husker turned around and his eyes widened, yours did too “Why i never thought…Husker?!” You squealed happily, lunging across the bar to hug the demon. He smiled and patted your back, pulling away “Husker what ya doing down here?” He gave you a deadpan look, making you laugh. You then thought about it..

If Husker was down here then that…

”Charlie you should have said such beauty in our circle i would have cleaned up a lot better” a voice purred, making your head turn.

A tall spider smiled at you, giving you a flirtatious wink, which you sent back with a wave.

A little cyclone, a snake, and a seemingly human woman entered the room.

Charlie smiled “This lovely angel has decided to have a look around to prove Heaven wrong”

You introduced yourself.

”Now i know you’re not here long so Ill give you a quick-”

Charlie was interrupted by a radio-like voice.

”Don’t tell me you’re going to give a tour without me Charlie? You know we work as a team-” his words trailed off as he caught sight of you.

You stood, a happy smile on your face “Alastor baby!” You practically ran into his arms.

”Ain’t no way…”

”Noooo”

”oh welll that do make ssssennssseee”

”Pretty lady!”

everyone watched in shock as Alastor twirled you around, peppering your face in kisses.

”oooohhh my dear what a surprise this is!” He said hugging you. You heard a throat clear and broke your hold on him, turning to see everyone confused.

You gave a sheepish smile. Alastor beamed and hooked a arm around your waist

”Everyone this doll here is my wife! The prettiest thing that ever graced the earth!” You playfully slapped his chest.

Everyone's mouths dropped.

”WHAT!?”

You sat in Alastor’s lap as you told how you knew the red demon. Rambling on about how you two met and how your lives were like.

They just couldn’t process it.

YOU were married to Alastor. 

Married to the most feared Overlord in Hell. 

Wife to the Radio Demon.

How the fuck?

You were an angel? Literally and figuratively!

”How the hell did Mr. Creepy face fancy talk here get a broad like you?” Angel asked.

Alastor’s chest puffed with pride. His smile almost broke his face “with charm and wit my deluded friend” He said as he leaned his chin on your shoulder.

You giggled, it was always entertaining to see people's reactions to who your husband was.

You turned to Alastor,  lips pouty with a feigned upset look

”Now i been dead forever and not once have I seen you. Why? Why weren’t you in Heaven?”

Alastor stiffened, how was he to tell you that during your time alive he had killed many people just for the fun of it?

“Weeelll my dear I might have killed a few people” 

You blinked and then thought about it.

It kind of made sense, he used to be out ‘hunting’ at weird times of day, be gone at night saying he was working.

 You had a hard time getting stains out of his clothing.

That do explains some things.

”So do you regret anything?” He let out a laugh

nope. Not a single thing.

You shook your head “well since I’m heeeerrrrreee…why don’t we swing by juke joint, if you’re here, I’m sure Mimzy is here. I could use a good time. Its stuffy up there in Heaven. No fun at all”

Charlie perked “Ahh yes you must see how the sinners here are really like and what better than enagaging with them?”

Angel smirked “I know a place waaaayy better than some old booze lounge”

A club. You were at a club.

Your eyes honed in on a mic on the stage and it just happened to be open night.

You batted your eyes and just like that you were on stage.

The lights dimmed and you flipped through some songs to pick.

You might have been a bit old-fashioned but you were caught up on some of the modern singers that came through heaven.

The band nodded at your choice and you took hold of the mic.

With a twirl of your hand, you dawned on a 1920s theme look.

The gang mouths were jaw dropped as you started to sing, the audience was captivated. Catcalls and whistles filled the air.

Alastor felt static run through him as he sighed lovingly as you came down the stage and sat on his lap, mock fixing his bow tie as you sang. You teasingly nipped at his lips, causing his ears to twitch as you smiled going back to waltzing around the stage.

You smiled as bowed as the crowd exploded with cheers and applause as the lights came back on.

Ain’t no way Alastor had a bad broad like you, but the way you happily giggled as he whispered in your ear, pulling you into his chest…

There wasn’t denying it.

You held the Radio Demon’s dark heart.

His sweet, alluring wife

who would have thought?

[mello-bee]

Eternalberry children introduction!!

Cranberry Cookie and Sugar Rose Cookie!

from THIS post! i did alter their designs a little so it wouldn't be like im COMPLETELY stealing the design, but they're still recognizable as the mycookie outfits

(sugar rose's name was suggested by @elder-sister and @veryxany! sorry for the tag and thank you two so much for your suggestions!)

(redeemed ESC AU)

How they were created:

I believe in the headcanon that cookies are "born" from other cookies by the parent cookie(s) making their batter then adding a crumb of their dough to the mix before baking them, so the baby dough gets to have the life powder that the witches use to make the cookies come to life

Eternal Sugar was never able to do this on her own because she's made up of purely just sugar, so any mix she tries to add apart of herself into ends up producing brittle and easily breakable dough babies, that probably wouldn't be able to live past a day or two Hollyberry, having had a son herself, probably knows how tedious baking other cookies can be, so she suggests making two batters, one where Hollyberry puts bigger crumbs than Eternal Sugar and one where Eternal Sugar does the same, so they would at least have a higher chance of succeeding

Neither of them expected BOTH mixes to successfully bake, but they're incredibly happy at the Twins' "birth"! Cranberry is the one with more Hollyberry than Eternal Sugar, which reflects in her appearance since she looks very similar to Hollyberry! Much to ESC's dismay, Sugar Rose did turn out to be more fragile than her sister, but thankfully not as breakable as her previous attempts. This causes ESC to be more fretful over the both of them, but especially Sugar Rose, and be very hesitant to let them leave the garden without Hollyberry's guards

Their Personalities:

Cranberry is really laid back and easy-going, but also very extroverted. If someone in the garden doesn't wanna do their tasks (cough cough pavlova) she wouldn't mind doing it for them. She especially loves going over to the Hollyberry Kingdom and enjoys the general atmosphere there. She can get agitated if someone talks bad about her sister or tries to pressure her into doing something she's scared of doing, that's her closest family, and best friend! and her mom always says that you have to protect your friends and family no matter what!

Sugar Rose is much shyer than her sister, but she's also much more curious about the world, before Eternal Sugar fully allowed her to leave the garden, she'd go around asking cookies that have been outside what it was like, she especially got close to Pavlova because of that aspect, she'd cover for him so he can leave the garden unsupervised, and he'd come back and describe to her what he saw. Despite her curiousity, she's a bit of a scaredy-cat when it comes to new things, since she's more likely to crumble, but she tries her best to face these fears as best as she can.

Their Relationship With Other Cookies:

RoyalBerry Cookie: Family> He's so excited to have sisters, even if the age difference is wild! they remind him alot of Princess Cookie, especially with Sugar Rose's curiosity and Cranberry's outgoingness! He takes them dress shopping just as he did for his daughter when she was younger, and even gives them her old dresses that she outgrew (with her premission, ofc!!) the fact that they're twins makes him feel a little bittersweet, though

Princess Cookie: Family> She has two aunts now?? They're so cute! but they better not steal her position as princess while she's away >:/

Pavlova Cookie: Tension>Friendly> At first, he thinks they're going to be a huge inconvenience, he can't exactly get out of taking care of them and he's sure he can't talk much about romance or matchmaking near these two very impressionable children. With time, he gets used to them, though, and he manages to get them to help him cause mischief around the garden

Sugarfly Cookie: Friendly> She's glad Eternal Sugar managed to find her own happiness in the form of redemption, and a family! Pure Vanilla Cookie: Friendly> He's very proud! He sees the twins as the physical proof that beasts have the capability of change, and that peace with them isn't impossible after all. If he isn't busy, he would love to visit them and Eternalberry, as he wasn't really able to visit Hollyberry when her first son was born

Dark Cacao Cookie: Tension> He knows better than anyone, even if they are your dough and jam, that doesn't take away from their ability to hurt you. He hates to enforce the horrible way of thinking that lost him his son, but he doesn't fully trust Eternal Sugar yet, and feels the need to warn his friend.

Golden Cheese Cookie: Tension>Friendly> Was in a similar boat to Dark Cacao at first, but after getting to know ESC and the girls, she came to the conclusion that they're safe and that the residents of the garden are postively greedy! However, if anything goes wrong, she wouldn't hesitate to protect her friends

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: Rivalry(against their mother): IT SHOULD'VE BEEN MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE /j

Shadow Milk Cookie: Tension> THATS what caused Eternal Sugar to bail on their plan?? these little things?? He KNEW she didn't have any interest in her other half's souljam, but to bail entirely??? That's just obscene! unless.. could this be apart of Eternal Sugar's manipulation?! The master of deceit has to hand it to her for playing the long game! (his assumption is completely wrong, but let him be delusional for a bit)

Mystic flour Cookie: Neutral> Doesn't matter to her, All is futile. All will turn to flour in the end. But a small part of her still remembers Eternal Sugar's only wish from centuries ago, a wish she couldn't grand. and that part is glad her friend got what she wanted in the end.

[televisionenjoyer]

Allow me to set the scene: it's 2026. Star Trek 4 (written by steve yockey) is finally out. There's a Shatner cameo as Kirk Prime. Against all odds, this is the movie where Spirk finally becomes canon. This is your dash on release week:

🤠destpirking follow

of course destiel is trending. steve yockey your impact.

🐶tonysopranosmallnaturals follow

ok let me see if i get this straight. In 1967 Theodore Sturgeon writes the Star Trek episode Amok Time, which introduces both the concept of Fuck or Die and of a humanoid species experiencing violent heat into the masses. Battle Angel Alita happens. Dark Angel happens. Jensen Ackles is in it. Supernatural happens. Some fan creates the omegaverse so that Jensen Ackles can experience misogyny. Supernatural keeps happening. Steve Yockey writes some notable Destiel episodes. Cas gay confesses to Dean and goes to superhell. Steve Yockey writes some other gay shit for dead boy detectives idk i havent watched that. Now in 2026 Steve Yockey has the honor to write the Star Trek that finally makes spirk canon and he somehow manages to invent a weird alien society in which there's misogyny for male vulcans also?? are we closing the portal?? is this what full circle looks like?? should we call kendall roy??

🧔jensenanklesofficial follow

ok so i've been watching the shatner interviews he's been doing lately regarding this movie and honestly it's time we cut him some slack. he shows sincere remorse for his previous actions and has shown clear support for the spirk ending and honestly how hard can we blame him for what he said as a guy who was brought up culturally homophobic and hit the prime of his fame in the sixties?? its enough that he's changed his mind at his age. what i'm saying essentially is i think it's time we forgive william shatner.

🐍ouroborosgaysex follow

OK WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT THEY SENT SPOCK TO THE NEXUS ON THE CHINESE RELEASE BECAUSE OF THE CENSORSHIP??? OR WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIND OUT FROM REDDIT??

👀spockstiels follow

say what you want about the admittedly shitty and predictable klingon genocide plot but i think i speak for all of us when i say 'billy shatner cameos as kirk prime to set up spirk in an attempt to redeem himself to the lgbt community' was on NO ONE'S 2026 bingo card

👨🏼startrekgaysex

no it was literally on my bingo card for years. i've made several posts about it in fact.

🌌thenexus follow

i DID NOT just read a post saying we have to forgive william shatner???😭😭😭😭 god i hate tumblr

📼deancasgenesis follow

"this was my nov 5th" shut up NOTHING will ever be like november fifth. you don't understand the impact of destiel.

🌟bisexualjimmykirk follow

you're joking right.

🖖🏼supersimplefeeling follow

congratulations jim kirk on becoming star trek's last first gay character.

[yuukirita]

A Sight part 2

After the shock of seeing a living sparkling passed, Bee finished his explanation: He had a… mishap with a space bridge and now he was trying to get home. His communicator didn’t work- which did worry him since he usually could contact his Optimus with it… And that was how they usually managed to send him another portal. 

So they were on their way to meet Wheeljack to check it out- doing so outside of GHOST’s knowledge.

The talk on the way was… formative. Bee downloaded english- just in case. 

“You’re a PLANE?! That’s cool- My Megs is a Tank! I also met a Megs that could turn into a gun- but he wasn’t nice.” He winced at the memory from the crook of Megatron’s shoulder. 

“I’m still most surprised that you… like me, in your universe, despite us being enemies.” Megatron said, still a bit… awkwards being the focus of the tiny sparkling. 

Elita-One piped up “It doesn’t sound like the best idea, kid. You shouldn’t be friendly with someone that dangerous- Not that I don’t think your Megs is redeemable- of course.” She shared an apologetic look with Megatron. 

Megatron took no ill will from it. He used to be someone no sparkling should look up to. Especially at the start of the war. 

BabyBee frowned. “...My Elita-One said that too.”

He quieted down after that. 

They reached Wheeljack, who was currently at the Malto residence. They debated slightly if they should let the Terrans meet BabyBee- but that choice was made for them when Twitch spotted them and flew right to them. 

“OMYGOSH HI! Mom didn’t tell us you guys would be here! Is this a surprise visit? I LOVE surprises!” She spotted BabyBee- “oooooh- Who’s that? Hi! I’m Twitch!” 

From one hyperactive bot to the next, BabyBee answered in kind. 

“Hi! I’m B-127! My friends call me Bee! Or Badassatron. That’s a nickname I’m working on. I’m from another dimension! What’s a mom?” 

Que the longest most excited ramble from both young bots. Having let BabyBee on the ground to make friends with all the Maltos while the older bots talked to Wheeljack. 

"em... Sooooo... I'm kind of lost. There was a problem with a space bridge... and... em... My Optimus Prime is trying very hard to get me home. But I just keep landing in the wrong place. And the wrong time.” BabyBee explained to his new friends. 

“Bumblebee- is that what you used to look like? You were so small! Smaller than me!” Trash spoke up. 

The older Bee rolled his eyes “Pff- no. I was never a sparkling. I was a protoform, like you guys. We pretty much stay the same size.”

“Aww-” Twitch slumped “That means we’re going to stay small forever????” 

“Ey, there’s nothing bad about being small, I say that as someone who *is* small for a Cybertronian.” Bumblebee said.

“Dude, you’re triple our size.” Trash raised an eyebrow. 

“Don’t call me ‘dude’ and I may be taller than you guys- But you’ve seen Optimus and Megatron. Most Cybertronians are *that* big. Or bigger!” 

“That’s true.” BabyBee confirmed “I’ve met a couple other versions of myself and we’re all small.” 

“Wait, really? aw-” Bumblebee said, slightly defeated. What short person never dreamed of being tall?

The conversation continued like that until Wheeljack came and tinkered with Bee’s communicator until It came to life and a young sounding Optimus Prime came trought. 

“Bee? Bee?! Can you hear me?”

BabyBee took his communicator back and spoke into it in Cybertronian- The terrans couldn’t understand it but everyone looked fond as BabyBee soothed Optimus's worries by telling him who he was with and making sure he knew he was safe and sound. 

Thanks to the communicator, BabyBee’s Wheeljack was able to lock in to his position and guaranteed that they’d be able to send another portal soon. “Just hang in there little fella.” He told BabyBee “We’ll get it right this time.”

“Stay safe” Young Optimus told BabyBee before the call ended.

Now BabyBee was just… chilling with the terrans- Until Elita-One asked to speak with him. All formal like. 

Elita scooped him up and walked into the forest so they could talk in peace- Bee heard Twitch ask Bee how come they don’t get picked up like that too. Elita-One laughs at the comment but keeps walking. 

Bee switches back to Cybertronian “Soooooooooo- What’d you want to talk about?” He asked, looking at all the weird nature stuff around them. Everything was so green and soft it was so weird. 

“Bee, can you describe to me your Cybertron?” She asked, calmly. 

And Bee did, he loved to talk and describe things. He told Elita about the moving mountains, the energon rivers, the acid rain, the weird nature stuff, the animals, the caves, everything.

It was much later when he found himself unable to describe more that he asked her why she wanted him to do that.

“Just curious… I suppose.” She shrugged, letting him down on a large boulder covered in moss for him to touch. It felt weird and wet- 

“... So are our Cybertrons similar?” He asked with a handful of moss in his hand, considering eating it. 

“Honestly, Bee. I’m not sure I can say.”

“Why not?” He put the moss down, deciding against eating it.

Elita-One sighed “I’m not sure what my Cybertron looks like right now. We’ve been on this planet for so long- away from it for so long… Lost contact for so long…” The war lasted so long, she kept the last part to herself.

“Aw that’s sad-”

Elita one chuckled “Sorry, Young one. I didn’t mean to drop this on you like that.” It was odd. To speak with someone so young- or rather… a young Cybertronian. The Terrans didn’t count after all…

“It’s okay, I’m homesick too.” He sat down and kicked his feet in the air “I’ve been away from home a while now… and it’s fun! I get to meet a lot of people and see different places- But I miss my Brother. And my friends. And My Elita-One. She’s mad at me though.” He said plainly. 

“Why would I- she… Why would your Elita be mad at you?” She frowned.

“She’s the only one that isn’t talking to me on the comm.” He gestured with his comm. “And she’s the one that was watching me when… the accident happened. It wasn’t her fault!” He quickly explained. “I just… sneaked off with my friend and some things led to others and… space bridge go boom.” 

Elita-One considered it… “I don’t think she’s mad at you.” 

“Really?” Bee perked up.

“If she’s anything like me, she’s probably very worried, trying to maintain a stone face so you don’t realize it. She’s probably right next to your Optimus whenever he calls, listening.”

 “Are you sure?” 

She shrugged, “It’s a guess.” 

They came back to the house after that. BabyBee didn’t know how long he still had left so he might as well spend time with everyone. Bumblebee said it was a great learning opportunity- especially with Wheeljack right there to explain all the alternate universe stuff (no one learned anything that night).

[radiance1]

Gimmie a Danny and Damian twins au, but not one where they're all gushy gushy and huggy huggy about the fact that they're reunited.

I want one, where they HATE and try to KILL EACH OTHER. Where they're extremely fucked up in their relationship with one another, but can't kill the other because Taila hoped that they could get along.

They spew poison at each other, inflict pain on each other as easy as BREATHING and would leave the other while heavily injured while saying that they could take care of themselves.

I want them to be near mortal-enemies wrapped up in the bodies of two highly-competent and powerful 14 year olds who cannot give a fuck about each other, has a fleeting thought of killing the other on the best of days but doesn't because of their dear mommy Taila.

Then force them to interact with each other after a long period of separation. I don't give a flying FUCK how you manage to do it, perhaps Danny has to run because his parents vivisected him, perhaps the Nasty Burger explosion couldn't be reversed because Clockwork said no and Danny is torn or perhaps Vlad brings him to Gotham for a gala (either redeemed or not redeemed Vlad), etc, etc.

Force these two children who fucking HATE each other under the same roof, make them interact, make them watch each other interact and make comments about it. Maybe even make an unstable Danny try and KILL Damian, but is stopped by the batfam, or maybe make it that Danny can't even bring himself to kill Damian because he's (discounting Talia) the only family he has left.

Maybe even (if you go the Nasty Burger/Dead Fenton fam au) make Danny hate Bruce Wayne's fucking GUTS because this man is trying to replace his dead father (even though Bruce IS his biological father) and hates him even MORE because he looks so similar to Jack's face that he's literally torn whenever he sees him. Make it that he never stays in the same room as Bruce whenever he's not in mask, make it that he tells Bruce TO HIS FACE that he hates the man for trying to replace his dead FUCKING dad and that he will NEVER accept him as one, biologically related or not.

Maybe even make him not like the batfam either just for the fact that they associate with both Bruce and Damian.

(I just remembered about that one post I saw, but BOY is this ramble gonna get even WORSE for dear old Danny. Though this part isn't really necessary could just read the on top bit lol)

Maybe they even find a way to take away his ghost side, and Bruce (With or without Talia) say that it's for the best for him, and Danny? Danny just fucking BREAKS. DOWN. He's full-on crying and screaming at Bruce and maybe has to be held back by the other batkids or not, or maybe he's just fulling on trying to hit Bruce and Bruce either dodges or just takes it.

Saying how fucking DARE he take away his ghost side, that was apart of him and he had NO FUCKING RIGHT to take away something so precious from him. Then Bruce could say that he doesn't need powers, he could be fully if not even more capable as a human.

And Danny just goes "You don't even get it, do you?" And Danny just cries harder because technically that was one the LAST things linking him to his parents. His DEAD parents. Sure, the accident was his fault, but phantom was created because of their portal, in their lab, in their basement.

Even worse if the reveal went RIGHT and they starting accepting how he was half ghost and trying to change their views on ghosts as a whole, only to die. Then, for some guy to just, take away something like that from him?

Maybe Danny would even say that, rip into him about how that was one of the only things linking him to his parents and even if it wasn't he didn't have the fucking right to decide what to do with HIS body.

"You never had to fucking worry about your parents not accepting you, I did. They still loved me regardless, they tried to change for me. But you wouldn't even know what that feels like, would you, you stupid fucking rich boy."

[idk why I typed that part out but just role with it.]

Maybe Bruce tries to sympathize with Danny about his parents, but Danny just doesn't have any fucks left to give about Bruce's life, or anyone else life in Bruce's life at all and just shuts it down or steamrolls over it. At the end of it all Danny is just a crying, shivering wreck and stares down Bruce with eyes full of HATE that tells Bruce one step closer, and he would KILL him.

Maybe then Damian (Either walks in or was there the entire time.) insults Danny over his weakness and depending on his ghost form or something, and Danny just sees fucking RED and jumps on him. No care that he's no longer half ghost, so that he means he could die more easily, no care to anyone else in that room, no care that Talia wanted both of them to get along and not kill each other.

He tries to kill Damian.

He fails miserably, of course, but he still tries. Then tries again and a fucking gain.

Then after all that he just, doesn't come out of his room, or tries to escape and leave Gotham every chance he gets. He never gets far, but he keeps trying, and he never opens up to anyone in the batfam, not even Alfred.

He's just a kid who lost everything he worked so hard for, everything he tried to hide from his biological mother and her assassin league who tried to keep whatever he had left. Now that kid is fueled by nothing but pure, revolting hatred for the people who took even that from him.

Basically like Dark Danny, but way more powerless and fully human.

[Okay that's enough of me rambling.]

[justanotherabbystan]

Episode two left me with so much to unpack, I'm not even sure where to start. I've been holding back my thoughts on the show for a while now, but this episode brought up some things that really bothered me. And while I understand this is an adaptation and not a direct remake, I still wanted to share my perspective.

• Why was Abby’s flashback cut short? I was hoping the show would have included the moment in Abby's flashback where she finds her father's body. In the game, that moment, especially her cries for him, is incredibly impactful and it shows the immense trauma she experienced. Including that scene in the show, I believe, would have deepened the audience's understanding of her tragedy.

• No Ellie and Dina smoking scene? The absence of that scene between Ellie and Dina feels like a missed opportunity in developing their personal connection. It's in that moment that Ellie finds the comfort and trust to reveal her bite mark to Dina. Even though Dina initially doubts her, this vulnerability shows the depth of Ellie's trust in Dina with such a big secret, something she's kept hidden from almost everyone.

• Why was Abby’s monologue so long in Joel’s death scene? Abby is a woman of few words; she shows, she doesn’t tell, and I’m sure that all of us die-hard Abby fans know that. I appreciate that she actually called out Joel for what he did, explicitly stating that he killed her father, which forces him to feel some degree of guilt, if he’s even capable of feeling guilt to begin with. It was about time someone held Joel accountable for his actions. In episode 1, Joel constantly acts as if he is innocent, pretending he didn’t murder hundreds of people in cold blood, and he maintains the facade of being a good man. I understand that he may have tried to redeem himself in his old age, but that doesn’t erase his past actions. I personally feel like it was very out of character for Abby to have so much dialogue in the tv show.

• Dina being sedated? What was that about? Yes, maybe they just wanted to highlight the fact that Mel is a medic, but was it really necessary for them to sedate her?

• Abby telling Mel, ‘if you don’t do it, I’m gonna smash her in the fuckin head’ ??? Umm, no. Abby wouldn’t say something like that. As I previously said, she is a woman of few words and never expressed a desire to hurt Ellie or Tommy in the game, in fact, she chose to let them live, so it was very out of character for tv show Abby to say that. That portrayal doesn’t sit right with me at all. Abby already faces so much unnecessary hate, let’s not make her seem like someone who finds joy in inflicting pain on others, yeah? Yes, Neil Druckmann and Craig Maizin, I’m talking about you.

• Please explain to me why Abby called Joel handsome TWICE. Once in the first episode, and another time in the second episode. What does that have to do with the story? It literally makes zero sense to me.

• This is what really made my blood boil. In the game, Abby is a strong, muscular woman who takes down infected and people with her bare fists. In the game, she kills Joel with a golf club, never even punching him once. But in the TV show, they portray Abby as a petite woman who starts punching Joel to death? It just doesn’t make sense. Neil has stated that Abby’s physique doesn’t play an important role in this version of the story, which is already infuriating considering that her muscularity in the game comes from years of training and pushing herself to her limits after her dad was killed. Then, they have TV show Abby punch Joel almost to death before stabbing him in the neck with a broken golf club. This doesn’t add up because, in the game, she never even broke the golf club despite her incredible strength. So how does TV show Abby manage to break it so easily?

• In the game, Abby is clearly conflicted after she kills Joel, and it’s evident that it doesn’t make her feel any better. Her nightmares continue, indicating that she doesn’t find solace in his death. It would have been nice to see the same remorse on Abby’s face in the TV show, emphasizing that she didn’t find joy in killing Joel, as many people claim she did.

These are just my opinions, and everyone has the right to their own.

[anyacad0]

I am a huge high cloud quintet enjoyer so it may surprise you to learn that I absolutely hate the quest “Clouds Leave No Trace”.

let me explain. I will admit that a lot of it stems from my issues with Jingliu as a character. I appreciate that she’s meant to be cold and detached, but what bothers me is that although she says considers herself to be a sinner alongside Yingxing and Dan Feng, she constantly acts like she’s better than them, criticising them, acting as if their choice was an easy one while hers wasn’t. Her humility feels incredibly insincere, and she becomes very difficult to empathise with as a result.

then there’s the quest itself. I split it into three parts.

one: redundant infodumping

For the first part of the quest, Jingliu, Dan Heng and Yanqing travel to different parts of the Luofu so Jingliu can bid farewell to her past home. It’s basically a plot device for her to drop some lore about Yingxing and Baiheng, which is fine on its own, but the problem is, none of the information she gives is new. All of it was stuff we could already figure out from character stories and other in-game text.

the second issue with this part of the quest is Dan Heng’s presence, or rather, lack of it. Considering he’s the main character tying the quintet subplot into the main story, you’d think he’d be important to the quest focussed on them. But he’s just… there. He says and does pretty much nothing. You could cut him from the whole quest and it wouldn’t be any different.

In fact, Dan Heng also suffers greatly from the timing of the quest. If we look at the voice lines for IL, it’s obvious that he’s a snapshot of Dan Heng shortly after this quest, since he knows Blade is the one who made Cloudpiercer. Ichor Of Two Dragons also seems to take place at the end of this quest. This is an issue because both release in version 1.3, making the quest which takes place in version 1.4 feel like a regression in his character development when actually the story was for some reason out of order.

part 2: Dan Feng gets mischaracterised to hell and back

This is the worst part of the quest by far. Jingliu does her self-righteous monologue and nails the coffin shut by giving the most biased description possible of the Sedition.

she first says that Dan Feng was trying to revive Baiheng. Dan Heng’s and Jingliu’s character stories reveal that this is probably not the case, and that his actual goal was to create another high elder,

she also says that the reason Dan Feng did what he did was selfishness and an inability to accept Baiheng’s death. She fails to mention the fact that the Xianzhou treated him like a convenient weapon instead of an actual person, that he hated how many innocent people died in the war between Aeons, that his people were going extinct because of said war, that he hated how he gave the Xianzhou the power to cause so much death, that he had probably attempted less dramatic rebellions in his past lives to no avail, that the high elder succession was incredibly screwed up and he didn’t want to have to pass that burden on to his next incarnation (granted that lasts part’s only implicit). Not to mention that she didn’t actually bear witness to any of the events she described, only the aftermath.

part 3: Blade monologue

This is the only redeeming quality of the entire quest

he acknowledges that Dan Feng and Yingxing weren’t simply upset with Baiheng’s death, but with the unfairness of everything in general

he expresses genuine regret

and the way he looks up to Jingliu after she tortured him is the only time where that story genuinely presents her as someone who’s done terrible things, showing how she managed to break Blade so badly that he feels thankful for it

in conclusion, do not play this quest if you want to actually understand Dan Feng as a character

[nialovessatoru]

Love Me Not

Childhood best friend Satoru Gojo x gender neutral reader

word count: 1k

content: non-curse au!, fluff, friends to lovers, yearning, no warnings

part 2

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Eyes as blue as the ocean on a nice warm sunny day, framed by snowy white lashes peered down at your form, back hunched and head propped on your arms as you dozed off in the cafeteria. Noticing a lack of sun from your place near the window, your eyes flutter open and before you can see him, you can already tell who’s bothering you. you’d been avoiding him after all, something you knew he’d not tolerate longer than a few days.

Sitting up straight and narrowing your eyes at him, you mumble “Were you staring at me while i was sleeping? Creep.”

His face isn’t spotting his usual cheeky grin but rather a contemplative expression, his lips tugged in the tiniest pout as he assesses you, trying to figure out what goes on in your head.

“You okay?”, it was earnest. A question he seemed reluctant to ask. You’re not the type to talk about your feelings or ask for anything ever, he knows that. Always has. So it’s not much of a surprise when you scoff at him.

“Why wouldn’t i be? i’m just tired-“

“-Yeah and you’ve been for the past—What? Three weeks?” He returns your glare with his blue eyes. So pretty. You always could get lost in them, even when he was glaring at you.

Eventually, he snaps his fingers in front of your nose, noticing you haven’t payed attention to anything else he’s said. His glare had shifted into something far softer, not soft and playful, soft and concerned. Concerned for you and only you right now.

It makes you avert your own eyes away from him. Your own glare had faded into something that clouded your eyes enough to hinder him from reading you.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up with you?”, his voice, slightly hoarse and tinged with care, makes you look at him again. You want to answer, to brush him off, tell him it’s nothing. Like you always do.

But before you can speak, he adds after a moment “At least let me help you, if i can somehow. maybe… hm.”

He seems to have gotten an idea because a slight smile is back on his face, cheeky and sincere, like the boy you’d known since pre-school.

The same cute grin he’d shown you when you first met him as he shared his crayons with you when you had none. Without you even having to ask. He sat next to you and saw you doodling with a few broken, colored chalk pieces that you probably secretly snatched from the teacher’s table. After teasing you for drawing with chalk on paper, he shoved his crayons towards you, smiling in a smug, but soft manner. The same smile that you happened to fall in love with and are cursing yourself for swooning over day after day.

Instead of saying his idea aloud, he takes your bag and starts leaving the cafeteria, knowing you’d follow him. you walked fast to catch up, dammned be his long legs, until you grasped the back of his shirt while you had reached the exit of the building. Before you can curse him, or ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, he grabs your arm and tugs you along with him, not letting you protest and finally informing you of the idea he had.

“You and me, movie night, my place. You’re not allowed to say no, i still have the coupon you gave me.” He huffs proudly and smug.

You on the other hand, couldn’t help but laugh.

Said coupon is a gift you’d made for him as children, a piece of paper on which you’d drawn two stick figures representing you two. You had given him the coupon after having to blow off playing with him for the third time that week, proclaiming that if he redeems it, you would have to spend time with him. He never did redeem it, but the idea of him keeping it for that long sends evil flutters to your heart and a warmth threatens to spread across your cheeks. You manage to rip your arm free from his grip and slap his shoulder, trying so hard (but miserably failing) to hide how much this affects you.

But the way his grin softened and you peeped a small red tini coating his cheeks as well, which you tell yourself you just imagined, made you feel at ease in a way you haven’t been able to feel for the past few weeks. Maybe, despite not being able to tell him what goes on inside of your head, you’d be okay if he occupies the satotu-shaped space in your heart that had been growing steadily with him ever since the day he shared his crayons with you. He was your best friend after all, your cruel, conflicting feelings aside, and he would remain just that.

At least until one day, you would stop trying to push your own feelings down for the sake of your friendship and take notice of the way his pupils dilated when you laughed, the way the eyes you so adored searched for you in every room the same way yours searched for him, the way his breath hitched when you fell asleep on him on movie night but tugged you closer regardless, or even the way he inhaled the scent of your shampoo before comfortably dozing off aswell.

Maybe that day, you would be able to face your fear of letting him into the last few rooms of your heart that his presence had shaped over the years.

divider by @cursed-carmine <3

a/n: my first post omg wow ahhhh

i was not planning on posting but i really enjoyed writing it, english isn’t my first language and i was tired so i hope it’s alright, anyways i hope u enjoyed reading

reblogs are very appreciated<3

& i’m open for feedback / requests

[anginophobia]

𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: After a night with your best friend, Crowe, something had shifted. So enough that you have avoided him like he was contagious.

But once he has got a hold on you, how are you able to turn him away without confronting the matter?

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: semi angst, tension, avoidance, fluff (towards the end), hurt, comfort

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 3,255 words

ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕖 𝕩 𝔾ℕ!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 !!ℕ𝕆 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕆ℝ𝕊!!

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻: This fanfic is inspired by two fanfics; 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 and 𝔹𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟, both were made by @vibelladonna who is great at her work, and I love reading her fanfics! This fanfic is longer than the last because I felt like I had rushed the last one and needed to redeem myself. Enjoy!

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

Not like this.

You didn’t know how it even happened.

One moment, you and Crowe were hanging out in his bedroom, watching comedy movies, sitting close together on the foot of his bed, maybe a little too close together, then the next you were waking up sprawled on his bed, his warm dark blue sheets covering half your body, up to your waist. The morning sun peeked through his curtains, the blinds halfway up, the morning light glistening on the bed and part of you.

His room smelled like him—clean, expensive with a hint of blueberries from the night before. His room was partially clean, save for a few empty plates on his nightstand and clothes scattered along the floor of his room, both yours and his—to be exact. You hadn’t meant for this to happen, but here you are, in his bed, almost naked.

You turned your head to the other side slowly, finding Crowe laying on his back, shirtless, his head to the side facing you, dead asleep. His chocolate brown hair that was usually in a loose low braid was now undone, mused with sleep. His face, the ever so soft yet expressive face, was now relaxed, his full lips parted slightly, his bare chest rising and falling softly with each breath he took in his sleep.

He looked beautiful. He always did. Always was.

Slowly, careful as to not wake him by moving too much, you propped yourself on your elbows, still slightly groggy, looking around for something to put on to cover yourself besides using his sheets as a semi shirt. You slowly got off the bed, the bed made a soft creak, making you turn to look at Crowe in a slow panic, making sure that he didn’t hear it. After ensuring that he wasn’t waking up, you grabbed the nearest shirt, a black button up polo, not minding that it was Crowe’s and quickly put it on while grabbing some pants and your shoes that were by his bedroom door, walking slowly to the door.

You successfully managed to walk past a sleeping Crowe and get out of his room, avoiding the soft creaks in his floors, closing the door softly behind you, quickly putting on your sweatpants and shoes, not bothering to grab any of your school things, just your phone and car keys.

Once you  made it back to your car that had been parked outside his driveway, you let out a long, exhausted sigh. You felt bad for leaving Crowe like he was a one night stand or something, but you couldn’t be in there anymore, not with these confused emotions now, not with him so close your heart could burst at any moment. It wasn’t a secret that you had a crush on him, but you doubt that he knew about it. You doubted that he would have any sort of romantic feelings for you like you did for him.

You were friends. Best friends. But now, you weren’t too sure anymore. Not after last night. You can still feel him; his hands caressing your skin, his lips kissing every inch of your body, almost like he was worshipping you. God you needed a shower. But you doubt that any amount of washing or scrubbing would wash away the feeling of him.

You groaned softly, hitting your forehead on your steering wheel softly, hoping to get the memory of him out. But, of course, that’s not how that works, does it? Short answer, no. No it does not. You were already getting a headache from thinking too much on the matter. You needed to calm down and get out.

Starting the car, you made your way back to your apartment, needing a shower. You decided to stay home for the day, not feeling up to going to school today, not up to seeing Crowe just yet. Instead of going to the school, you laid in bed, your hair wet after taking a much needed hot shower, not even bothering to put on proper day clothes, just throwing on an old Nirvana t-shirt that fell off the side of your shoulder and gray pajama pants with Jack the Skeleton’s face on it with him making several different expressions from Nightmare Before Christmas you had gotten from Jess a couple of months ago.

She had been there standing beside Brittany when you and Brit were talking about what was the best Christmas movie, which had quickly turned into a debate between Home Alone and A Christmas Carol, the 1999 version. Brittany won, of course, with her Home Alone debate. Technically, you let her win, you didn’t want to keep arguing about it anymore. But you couldn’t admit that. You wouldn’t. Not to her, at least. She’d take it like it wounded her. And then she wouldn’t let you live it down. Ever.

You stayed in bed for an hour or so, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, trying to find anything of interest, anything at all to help calm your racing mind, your thoughts spiraling out of control. Nothing really worked, and if they did, it only lasted about ten or fifteen minutes, then it’s right back to mind racing. Your phone pinged in your hand, signaling that you had a new message. From Crowe. Again.

Crowe had already tried texting you a few times that morning an hour after you left his place, asking you where you were, asking if you were ok, sensing his concern growing more by the hour. You hadn’t answered any of his messages. How could you? What would you even say? You didn’t know, you would just read them and not respond. You felt bad for doing it, but you didn’t feel ready to talk to him yet.

You tossed your phone aside on the bed, letting out a soft sigh, your eyes looking up at the ceiling, as if it held the answers you were searching for. It felt like everything had changed since last night. What did it mean now? Did it mean something to him like it did to you? Or was it supposed to be a one time thing? So many questions bottling up yet not enough answers for them. You sighed, rubbing your eyes with the palm of your hands, as if it could suppress the feelings that threaten to consume you from the inside, to suppress the feeling of your emotions from coming up and spilling from your eyes and lips.

What the hell do you do now?

What the hell are you supposed to do now?

After what felt like hours of sulking, despite it just being a few minutes in that moment, you got up from your bed, needing to get some fresh air to help clear your head.

You grabbed your shoes and headed out, not even bothering or caring to lock the door behind you as you left to head to a nearby park. The day was in the late afternoon now, the sun across the sky now, a few clouds hanging in the sky, slightly gray but you didn’t think twice about it. A nice day today. Just what you needed, if you were being honest with yourself.

You reached the park sooner than you had thought, heading towards the swings to sit. There were a few parents with their children out, the children laughing and running around as the parents mingled with each other, occasionally watching their children play with each other. It warmed your heart to see, a small smile playing on your lips, swinging yourself slightly with your foot. You looked down on the ground, tilting your head to rest on the swing’s chain, lost in thought again; thinking of your father, who was still on the farm. Did he miss you like you missed him? You hoped so.

It would suck if he didn’t.

You reached into your pajama pocket, looking for your phone, only to find them empty. You blinked, looking in your other pocket, finding it empty as well.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You grumbled under your breath, remembering that you had tossed your phone on your bed before leaving your apartment. You groaned, mentally slapping yourself for not grabbing your phone before you left. As you stood up from the swing to go back home, you felt something drop on your head lightly.

Plop.

“Huh?” You felt something drip on your head, making you look up towards the sky.

Plop.

Another drip on your forehead this time, the clouds in the sky multiplied and gray. Was it raining?

As if a silent answer to your unspoken question, it started to rain, lightly at first, then it had started to pick up. Great. You didn’t even bring an umbrella with you. You cursed at yourself for not looking at the weather app this morning.

You ran as fast as you could, trying to make it without falling on your ass, back to your apartment. When your apartment complex came into view, you felt better, happy to finally be able to go back inside where there was warmth, comfort, and your phone. Solitude.

As you jogged up to your apartment, fully soaked from the rain, you stopped in your tracks, your shoes squelching from the rain water, your clothes dripping on the hallway floor. Your landlord won’t be happy with that. But that didn’t matter to you, not now anyway, not when there was an unexpected guest standing outside your apartment door, looking frantic and worried.

Crowe stood by your apartment door, his school back propped, along with yours, up on the wall, his indigo vest draped over his bag, clearly not giving a damn about it wrinkling. He whipped his head around when he heard your shoes squeaking, looking at you, his deep azure blue eyes taking in every soaked part of you, like he was taking a mental picture of you.

Oh no. No, no, no. You weren’t ready, you weren’t prepared to see him yet, you still needed time to think clearly. Or maybe to overthink? Still. Why was he here?!

Before you could say or ask him anything, he rushed to you, pulling you into a tight embrace, his face buried in the crook of your neck, not caring if you were wet. One hand entangled in your wet hair, the other around your back, his fingers gripping your shirt like his life depended on it. He smelled like blueberries and mist. It invaded your nostrils when he hugged you, like an unwanted guest.

“Thank fucking God you’re okay.” He murmured against your neck, holding you tight. You didn’t say anything at first, hesitating before slowly wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his tense shoulders relax slightly as you accepted his sudden embrace and appearance.

“I didn’t bring my phone with me when I went out.” You told him, your fingers touching the ends of his hair that was now undone from its usual braid. He pulled back enough to grab one of your hands from around his neck, tugging you gently to head into your apartment.

“C’mon, you’re soaked, we need to get you out of these clothes.”

You didn’t even try to argue with him as he dragged you inside, not waiting a second longer to help you get dry, taking your guys' school bags with him.

Crowe stood outside your bedroom door, waiting patiently for you to get dressed in new clean and dry clothes, waiting for you to hand him the wet clothes. When you opened the bedroom door, wearing a clean white sweater and black leggings, you held out the old clothes to him, which he took happily from you, heading to your laundry room, which he had discovered when he gave himself a self home tour while you had gotten changed, to put your clothes in the washer.

You sat down on your couch, the couch letting out a soft sigh when you took your spot at the end of it, your hands in your lap, fingers fidgeting with your nails. A bad habit that you have grown to do subconsciously when you are nervous about something. Or someone. Particularly with Crowe. You care what he thought about you, of course you did, which also meant you were prone to overthink about things when he was upset. And he’s upset.

When he came back out, he stood a few feet in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. You didn’t look up at him, but instead stared at a stain on the floor, a stain that had been there since you've moved in. Seems pretty interesting right about now. Crowe cleared his throat, trying to think of something, anything to say. Instead, he sighed softly, taking up a chair beside him, his elbows on his knees, thinking.

Neither of you said anything for a moment, then another moment passed, then another. Until he decided to speak, his voice was calm yet gentle, as if afraid speaking would break you.

“Why have you been ignoring me all day?” He asked, sitting up properly in the chair, his eyes looking over at you, watching you as you stared at the stain still. You wondered how it even got there instead of answering. He called out your name softly, urgency slipping into his voice, snapping you out of your trance.

“I needed time to think…” You whispered out, as if raising your voice to speak would make the world crash and burn around you and him.

“About what?” He asked in return, keeping his eyes on you. For the first time since he has been in your apartment, you looked up at him, giving him a good look. His hair was down still around his shoulders, but noticeably damp. His clothes were disheveled, the first two buttons undone on his polo. Did he run here?

The only sound was the sound of the rain softly hitting the windows outside. Finally, you spoke, your voice soft yet trembled slightly.

“Us.” 

A simple yet daring word to say aloud. The word sounded unreal for whatever reason. You definitely weren't ready to say that aloud. He raised an eyebrow at you, silently urging you to continue your train of thought, not wanting to break it. Breathing in a soft inhale, you collected your thoughts before exhaling, continuing with your thoughts.

“I had to think about us, about last night… What we did last night was.. It um..” Fuck. Why was it so difficult to put your thoughts into words? You swallowed the lump that was starting to form in your throat, trying again to put your thoughts into words. “What we did, Crowe.. What did it mean?” You finally asked him the question that was gnawing at you all day. He blinked, thinking over your question carefully.

“What?” He asked, his voice nothing but a soft whisper to you, like he was telling you a secret. You could feel tears pricking the corner of your eyes, making you look away from him again, back onto that fucking stain on the floor. Why are you crying? Why is it so hard to explain what you want to say?

You looked back up at him, not caring if he saw the tears in your eyes. Nothing matters to you at this moment more than him. Concern flashed across his face at the sight of tears falling freely down my face, but I continued, my voice cracking slightly as I spoke. Crying fucking sucks.

“Did.. did last night mean something to you? I-I think it… it had meant something to me, so please, tell me,” You started, your words coming out rushed with uncertainty and a plea for an answer you’ve been searching for. “Tell me it has meant something to you too.”

His eyes widened slightly from my plea, his heart aching from the sight of me, the toll of what had happened the night before it had taken on me all day without him knowing. Without warning, he got up from where he was sitting and moved to sit next to you on the couch, turning you slightly to face him and wrapping his arms around you tightly again, holding you close to him, his face pressing in the crook of your neck again, a comforting gesture he does a lot with you and you’ve grown attached to.

He held you like that for a while, not minding that you didn’t hug him back, that you stayed stiff in his embrace.

“Of course it meant something to me. It meant everything to me.” His voice was muffled against your neck, but you were still able to hear him, hearing him speak clearly to you, the words you had been longing to hear all day. He continued, keeping you in his arms, not letting you go any time soon. “Why would you ever think it didn’t? You left before I woke up to tell you..” His voice faltered, not able to finish what he was going to say. Instead, he pulled back, his hands moving to your shoulders, as if to ground himself.

“I love you. I’ve loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you, ever since I talked to you, I have loved you. Last night, it meant so much to me, you mean so much to me, my Starlight. I’m sorry I didn’t express that well enough for you.” He moved his hands up to cup your face gently, his thumb wiping away a stray tear from the corner of your eye, his expression apologetic and gentle. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, last night was… it was a moment of weakness for me, it’s not a casual thing, not at all!” He explained again, his blue eyes boring into yours, filled with desperation for you to understand.

You couldn’t help the few tears that fell down your face from his confession, your heart swelling in your chest. You couldn’t stop the quiet giggles that start bubbling up from your chest, then laughter coming after those giggles. A genuine laugh, a sweet sound in Crowe’s ears, like music. His brows furrowed in confusion by your sudden giggles, but couldn’t hide the corner of his lips quivering slightly to suppress a smile. Just slightly.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, his hands moving from your face to your waist, holding you gently but firm. It took you a few moments to compose yourself to say anything to him.

“I’ve run myself ragged thinking you didn’t feel the same romantic feeling I do for you too.” You told him, wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye. You looked up at him, eyes puffy and red from the amount of unexpected tears that spilled today, and without saying a word, you grabbed his face gently and pulled him close, your lips crashing together in a soft kiss.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, his lips moving against yours with fervent desperation, his hands pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours with passion and need.

When the kiss broke, neither of you moved away from each other, just basking in each other's presence, his forehead resting against yours, breathing each other in. The rain had stopped a little bit ago, but neither of you seemed to notice or care about it.

Nothing could ruin this moment.

ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟.