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hi yes
can i ask for a platonic yosuke x reader where theyre both aromantic and have no idea what romance is like so they think theyre into each other. and then realize that they only see each other as friends
gender neutral reader please! if you dont wanna do that then ill have to ask for masc reader
please and thank you ✨
⁺˚⋆。°✩₊Yosuke Hanamura x gn reader (platonic)
⁺˚⋆。°✩₊wc: 968~
⁺˚⋆。°✩₊warnings: awkward moments
⁺˚⋆。°✩₊notes: Hey anon, thanks for requesting. I really hope you enjoy this ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა ♡
⁺˚⋆。°✩₊Main Masterlist
“Hey, Yosuke I…” Your voice trails off as Yosuke gives you a hug. You feel your heart pound as Yosuke soothingly runs his hand up and down your back.
“Yeah? What’s up?” Yosuke gazes at you with eyes full of curiosity.
You were waiting outside of Yasogami High for Yosuke, and he finally arrived. You two have been pretty close for awhile now; you are one of his closest friends, aside from Yu Narukami.
Recently you’ve felt overjoyed whenever Yosuke entered your line of sight, and you’ve wanted to spend more time with him as of late. He’s been quite busy with his other friends so he hasn’t been spending as much time with you.
One afternoon your friend noticed the way your eyes lit up when Yosuke walked over to give you a hug. They teased you saying, “Looks like someone has a crush.”
You brushed the comment off at the time, but ever since then you’ve been thinking.. Maybe your friend was right? You've never experienced romantic attraction before so.. maybe they're on to something? Honestly, you’ll never know unless you’re upfront about your feelings with Yosuke.
And that’s what you’ve resolved to do today.
Yosuke waves a hand in front of your face, bringing you back to the present. “Helllooo, earth to Y/n. You there?” You take a deep breath as you push your nerves aside to have an honest conversation with Yosuke.
“Well… I think I like you. Like, romantically… maybe.” Yosuke freezes as his cheeks slowly turn to a pink hue. Your words were a little awkward, but he got the message.
He looks down at his feet as he nervously runs his fingers through his soft hair.
“Oh… well, honestly Y/n… I.. I believe the feelings are mutual.” Your eyes light up with joy at Yosuke’s confession. You both stare at each other for a few moments before you move in for another hug.
This time, Yosuke pulls you in a bit closer as he rests his head on your shoulder.
Your heart flutters, but otherwise.. you don’t feel any different. You assume it’s because of how close the two of you are, so you don’t worry yourself over it as the two of you walk to class.
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚.
“Hey! I’ve missed you.” Yosuke waves to you as you meet up with him in the halls of Yasogami High. “Hey!” You move in closer to give him a hug, and his wide grin causes you to sport one of your own.
You think you two should do more than hug and hold hands, but you aren’t exactly sure if you.. want to do more. I mean, you two only confessed your feelings for each other a few days ago. There’s no need to rush.
Although, you do recall how uneasy you felt when you first held hands with Yosuke. The two of you gradually stopped holding hands for unspoken reasons.
You stare at Yosuke once you pull away from the hug as you think about this. Yosuke chuckles as he raises an inquisitive eyebrow at your expression.
“Uh… you good?” You don’t respond to Yosuke’s question since you’re preoccupied with calming your nerves. You take a deep breath before you step closer to Yosuke.
His eyes follow your movements as you gently raise your hand to rest on his cheek. You feel all kinds of awkward doing this, but you figure it’ll feel better once your lips are actually on his.
These feelings have to be a part of the process, right?
Yosuke’s eyes look comically wide as you lean in to give him a kiss. As your lips meet his you expect fireworks to go off and for your heart to pound, like your friends have told you it feels. None of that happens. Instead, honestly you feel..
A little uncomfortable.
You quickly pull away to stare at Yosuke with an awkward grimace on your face. Will he be offended if you tell him you felt uncomfortable?
..Even if he is, it’s better to be honest…
As you open your mouth to speak, Yosuke beats you to the punch.
“Um.. as much as I love hanging out with you, and as close as we are.. Um.. I’m thinking that kissing and like, doing romantic things like that just.. isn’t for me. Now don’t get me wrong! You’re an amazing person, but every time we’ve done something remotely romantic it just doesn’t… do anything for me.” Yosuke sheepishly looks away as he explains his feelings to you.
Instead of the angry rage he expected to see from you, there’s a smile on your lips. Yosuke doesn’t know if that’s a good sign or a bad one, but when you hug him he realizes everything will be okay.
Air finally enters his lungs as he releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Don’t worry about it, you dork. Honestly I wasn’t really feeling that kiss either, so the feelings’ mutual. …I think our classmates at Yasogami High put a lot of importance on romantic relationships, but they aren’t for everyone, you know? I think our relationship is fine as it is, without the romance. Agree?” You pull away from the hug to look at Yosuke.
You’re a bit startled when you see tears in his eyes, but your surprise quickly turns into joy when he grins at you. “Agreed! Now, wanna go annoy Teddie? I have today off from work, and Teddie got roped into helping out at Junes since he decided to “upgrade his wardrobe” if you know what I mean.”
I laugh as Yosuke rolls his eyes at the thought of Teddie being his usual self. We walk side by side as we head to Junes, minus the hand holding, and everything feels just right.
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being in a love triangle with yosuke hanamura and yu narukami
pairing: yu narukami x gn!reader x yosuke hanamura
tags: love triangle, friendship, jealousy, mostly fluff
yosuke and yu are aware of each others feelings for you, yet neither of them wants to really address the obvious
they are best friends and don't want to ruin their friendship, but they both care about you a lot as well and don't want to give you up either
there's a constant blurring the lines between friends and lovers when you're around them
both yosuke and yu are very affectionate with their friends, but even more so with you! they often hug you or playfully stay near you
yet it always pains them to see the other one so close to you as well, which they try to overplay with a smile
yu and yosuke are both hesitant to confess to you, knowing it would hurt their friendship. so both boys are sort of waiting for you to make the first move
if it was anyone else, they wouldn't mind making the first move. but since it's you, they know they could lose a lot if they end up being rejected
though whoever you end up with, yosuke and yu will both be supportive of you! the three of you are friends after all and that friendship is more important to them than a love triangle!
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Synopsis: continuation of this idea (and also subtracting and adding a few of my own) part 2 part 3 part 4
TW: yandere behavior, cult ish behavior, mentions of blood, injuries, torture, SAGAU, inaccurate personalities, bad grammar, english is not my first language, very short
Characters: Natlan cast x Creator!gn!reader (slight yandere Archons too)
You hated this.
All you were doing was playing genshin and then you suddenly got sucked into the game! At first, it was a dream come true, but now you wanted to be out of here as fast as possible. All this suffering just because you looked like someone?
Mondstadt was a no no. The acting grand master found out so quickly, and the knights of favonious were on your tail. Liyue was also a no, the millelith and adepti was also there. Heck, Zhongli came out of retirement just to catch you! Inazuma? Raiden was enough. Fontaine wasn't any better either. You got put on trial, it's only because of plot armour that you managed to survive.
Sumeru was a bit better. The dendro archon found out about your status quickly, due to Irminsul. But, her people were out of her control, so you got hunted down anyway.
The abyss was even worse. Once they sensed that the creator came back, they were ecstatic to kill you. The abyss weren't known for their fondness of the gods after all. Right now, with the amount of times you fought the abyss and the people of teyvat, your entire body was like a piece of paper ready to be blown away.
You were walking to Natlan, as fast as your legs would take you. Your arm was filled with abyssal energy, and you had open wounds all over you. The sand got into your injuries, which really stung. It was hell trying to walk, but the tiny sliver of hope that Natlan would be different would be enough to keep you going. Usually, your wounds healed instantly every time you were injured, but the attacks from the abyss slowed down your healing. You would show your golden blood, but the injuries healed too fast and the people would be too consumed by anger to even notice your golden blood.
How long has it been since the chase started? Like one or two years? You couldn't really tell. Your mind was foggy, and your body was trembling and shivering. Just the thought that you'll eventually heal and get hunted down again, without anyone knowing about what was truly going on was enough to consider dying. You coughed your way through to Natlan, and as the sandy desert came to a halt for the beginning of Natlan, you could only hope that Natlan would be different.
It wasn't long till you passed out, but you got a tiny glimpse of a Saurian watching you...
Your head hurt, everything did. You woke up to your injuries healed, as you thought what happened. Your body probably managed to heal itself, so that was already explained. What was not so good and definitely needed explaining was that the environment you were in was certainly different, even if you remember not seeing much.
You saw a little girl coming towards you. She looked familiar, but you began to panic. Were you really going to get hunted this time too? If that was the case then dying seemed like a better option than anything.
"Are you okay?! You really looked like you weren't going to survive!" Huh? Why wasn't she attacking you? Was this really a dream? Thank god! You felt like crying at the kindness you were shown after so long!
The girl introduced herself as Kachina. You thought that's why she looked familiar. Perhaps you were not thinking straight from the suffering that you were inflicted on. You introduced yourself too, but you used (fake name) instead of who you really were.
"What happened? You looked so pale and your entire arm was covered with abyssal energy! Did you get attacked on your way here?" She asked so innocently, which made you realize that you had to create a fake story, and fast. You contemplated for a moment, creating a fake story within seconds was hard, but the sheer thought of being hunted again left a bad image on your brain.
"Ah well, I was a runaway from my home in Sumeru. I encountered some enemies and that's what happened to my arm. Is there any place in Natlan where I can get a job and a cheap house and a job? I don't have any Mora on me," you lied through your teeth. You had Mora from the treasure chests you saw in the wild, but it would be weird that a runaway who left everything behind has Mora on them. You felt bad lying to Kachina. But, for your survival, everything was necessary. She seemed to believe you, so you internally sighed in exhaustion. Children were so naive.
She felt so sorry for you, even though your story was fake. She took a cherry flavoured candy from her large bag and gave it to you. Finally, tears started to slip through your eyes. It's truly been so long since you had seen kindness being shown to you. A tear fell from your eyes as you cried. Kachina began to panic, but realized that it was best to stay quiet. You sobbed and sniffled as Kachina continued to comfort you. You again passed out from crying so much.
"There is a bar nearby that you can work in! And for the place to stay in, they have a space above the bar where you can be at!" You walked together as she continued talking. She was nice to talk too, and didn't really pressure you and ask any more questions which might have made you uncomfortable. You changed your clothes too, wearing gloves to hide your injuries from the abyss. You looked at the bar she led you to and thanked her profusely. She was so kind, certainly a gift from the gods!
You got the job and a place to stay. All you had was cleaning duty, and, compared to the injuries and (sometimes) vomiting you had to deal with by yourself, this was a piece of cake. You just cleaned the counters, the glasses and the floor and also throw out the rowdy people in the bar. The room you live in now was cramped, but it was at least better than having to sleep in defeated hillichurl camps with no protection whatsoever.
After getting a stable income, you started giving Kachina a lot of gifts. After all, she helped you so much when you literally had no will to live. She always tried declining them, but you always insisted, saying that she deserved it. She really did though, you needed to pay back her kindness from the beginning anyway. You also started visiting her much often, exploring or just talking with her.
You do meet her friends eventually enough.
"(Fake name)! These are my friends, Kinich and Mualani! I hope you get along with them well!" You were shaking, what if they weren't as kind as Kachina? What if they find out? What if, what if-
But, they were much more easy going than what you expected. Mualani was very cheerful, and Kinich was also very kind! Something was weird though. Ajaw was much quieter than usual. Sure, he still had those narcissistic comments, but it was like he toned down on them a bit. That was very confusing, but if the others didn't notice then you didn't need to bother.
You sometimes visit Mualani in the hot springs, just keeping your arms out of the water for the abyssal energy not to spread. You also sometimes visit Kinich in the Scions of Canopy. He does his extreme sports like bungee jumping, you just watch. Again, it was really unnerving on how much quieter Ajaw was..
But, this happiness wouldn't really last for long.
You were cleaning in your bar, secretly listening into some drama in one of the tables. A woman came into the bar. She was clad in a dark cloak, so you couldn't really see her. But, upon taking a closer look, you realized it was... Mavuika?!
You were sweating like your life depended on it. How did she even figure out that you worked here? Did you have to move again, when you we're just getting settled? Was this perfectly calm life just going to stay for false hope? Seriously, you were scared. You went to go clean another station instead of your own, but not until she managed to give you a message.
"I've been meaning to meet you for a long time, how about we just talk outside later?" She smiled warmly, but you just felt a chill down your spine. You were terrified. But, considering how powerless you were, you agreed. You never know what she might do after all.
Your shift was done, and you gulped as you walked outside. Mavuika was there, waiting for you. She waved, and you nervously waved back. You looked down at yourself. Your hands were trembling, and your entire body was shaking. The sweaty feeling in your palms never went away, it was uncomfortable, but not nearly as uncomfortable as having to talk with an archon.
"I already know that you are our creator, please rest assured," huh?! She already knew? But how? You never revealed your identity,what was going on?! But, all you did was nod your head, still nervous on what she could do.
"I've heard of the chase that you have been through in other nations, but please be assured that I will not do the same. I will protect you from the other nations, and you can continue living your life as it is. I will do my best to help you lead a normal life," you were shocked. Absolutely shocked. Since when did an archon treat you so nicely?
Venti chased you with his bow and arrow, and you got nearly got sucked into the black hole that he had in his burst. Moral was leading the adepti and Liyue Qixing to find and hunt you. You just completely avoided Inazuma. It would be terrible that the Shogun would find you, since she's not as "nice" as Ei. You thought you could start a new in Fontaine, but you got put on to a death sentence by the Oratrice. At least Neuvillette had some kind of pity for you. The eremites, grand bazaar and the scholars of Sumeru were also in the hunt. You started reflecting on how much suffering you had to deal with, as tears welled up in your eyes again. You went to hug Mavuika and just sobbed in her shoulder. She looked surprised but didn't question it as you cried. She patted your back over and over again, letting you cry all your frustrations out.
Of course, it's not like people won't find out eventually.
Kinich was the first to find out. He offered you to bungee jump with him, and you stupidly agreed.
"It won't be that bad, I promise," oh how you shouldn't have believed him. You were screaming the entire time that he held you. Ajaw was fuming at Kinich, which, again, was very weird. He never cared for anyone before, so what was going on?
Though he was holding onto you, it didn't really stop you from getting injuries by nature itself. You had a cut on your cheek, as blood began to seep out. You landed, and it was only when Kinich was recovering from the adrenaline rush, did he notice your cut. He was speechless. He was just staring as you realized the cut you had on your skin. Your eyes widened at the revelation.
"W-wait, I-I can explain!" You didn't even know what you were panicking for. Wasn't it a good thing that they found out? If so, then why did it feel like your heart has been shattered into a million pieces when he found out? Ajaw then screamed at Kinich, like he was reprimanding him.
"You filthy servant! How can you not realize that the creator was with us all this time?! Honestly, what went on in your head when you took them in such a dangerous activity?!" He spewed out to Kinich, while the boy was still in a state of shock. Finally, as if he got to his senses, he muttered out:
"You're the creator?..." He mumbled under his breath. He looked extremely shocked, and also extremely guilty. He ran out of words so quickly. This is how he treated his creator the whole time?
He was about to apologize, but you interrupted him. There was no way that you would let him even say sorry, not when you want to live your life as a human instead of some divine being.
"If you want a more detailed explanation for this... predicament, meet me at the outskirts of the Children of echoes, you'll get all your answers there."
Mualani was second to find out. You two were walking through her tribe, talking about getting swimsuits for the hot spring. The area was very humid, and the floor was very slippery.
Suddenly, you tripped on your steps and fell on the ground. A scratch was on your knee, as you realised that the blood would show. You tried to hide the injury from Mualani, but she took a glance anyway. Her expression was very surprised, but all she did was wrap a piece of cloth around your knee. It really stung, but you really hoped she wouldn't ask any questions about it.
She took you to a secluded area with no people. Just you and her. She was staring for a long time, and you gulped in nervousness. You were enjoying your life without being chased or worshipped, why did this peace have to end now?!
"Well, (fake name), actually it might not even be your real name.. But anyway, I know it might make you uncomfortable, but please explained what happened a bit ago," she asked and all you did was mumble an incoherent sentence with a bitter tone.
Kachina was last to find out. You were exploring some ruins that you found along with her.
It was just supposed to be a little expedition outside in Natlan, but you got way too many cuts from the rocks inside. It didn't really hurt, so you brushed it off, forgetting that Kachina didn't know you were the creator. When she lit up a fire to check in on everything, that's when you realised this. You tried to stay out of the light as much as possible, but she found out very easily.
"What's wrong (fake name)? Why aren't you coming near the fire?" She innocently asked. You cursed at your self for not realizing that she didn't know sooner. But before you could respond, she dragged your wrist into the light in an attempt to see if you had any injuries or not. When she saw the golden blood however, she turned quiet.
"Y-you're the creator?" She asked, almost terrified. Oh what had she done! Treating the holy creator so casually like a friend! You only looked down at her, feeling guilty at putting so much terror to her mind. You patted her head, unsure of how to respond to her.
"Yes I am, but I am your friend still, am I not?"
Spies can exist anywhere and everywhere. After all, it's such a common phrase in Liyue, the walls have ears.
However, the spies that were there to find you and excecute you, were certainly incompetent in their job, letting their emotions get in the way of things.
Seeing the golden blood for their own eyes, the blood of the "imposter" that they were hunting down, was not really easy to swallow. Instead of kidnapping you, they just took a picture with their kamera and ran like the wind, doing anything to inform their leader.
When the Archons found out, they were nothing less than shocked. They have been hunting their creator the entire time? No, this couldn't be! They trembles at the photo in hand, realising how bad they fucked up. Now they were more determined to find you than ever, not to kill you, but to welcome you into their arms. They will get you back, no matter what it takes. Oh and the actual imposter? They're as dead as they can be. Nothing matters except you now.
Nothing else matters.
This is so short Lmaooo hope you like it tho!
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Platonic!Yandere!Damian x reader (GN)
Summary: Damian and you have to work on a project together and he realizes how you seem to be invisible to everyone else - how you want to be invisible - and something in him makes him want, no need, to figure out why...
! Minors Do Not Interact !
TW: Domestic abuse (not shown directly), planned kidnapping, Dark content, yandere, This is all fiction, I do not condone this
Day 4 of my Yandere Writetober, Tomorrow word is 'Golden' so if you have any ideas lemme know
People did not think Damian was sentimental, most of all his family. If a person had an idea of who Damian was, but wasn’t close to him or hasn’t personally met him then they could probably still assume that in private he might be a bit more emotional than in public. This person would be wrong though. Sure, in private Damian might be a little more open and showed a few more emotions, but most of those were rage, pettiness and sarcasm. Damian was a lot of things, but definitely not sentimental. At least not usual. And then you came into his life.
From the moment he was born, Damian had a map of how exactly his life would be played out. Then he was brought to his family and the map changed. From wanting to become the next head of the League of Assassins, he now wanted to become the next Batman. He wanted to step up once his father needed to step down and take his rightful place as the head of the family. Alone.
Everyone and everything else that was a hindrance in that way - be it his age, school, villains, friends or even his own family - was just an obstacle on the map of his life. He thought you'd be just the same, a Problem to be taken care of and to leave behind. Just another annoying child in his class - which Bruce insisted he attend - that weren't fit for the reality of life he faced every single day. It was just typical that he had to be stuck with you working on a project for a class in which he had a grade to make up, because of too many absences. He didn't bother to question why you had to do the project, he just wanted to get it over with.
"I'll be doing the project - I doubt you could help anyways - and you can just put your name on it as well, then I don't have to bother with you," Damian sneered to you once class was disbanded, already more than done with you and with the situation. You seemed to turn into yourself and he recognized how shy and intimidated you were and if he had been just a tad more empathetic he'd feel bad. Damian rolled his eyes and turned to leave when your hand tugged on his uniform's blazer.
"Uhm... I-I'm sorry, but-but I'd really like to-to work on the project together, I-I really need this grade," you stuttered, your head lowered in shame, even though you had no real reason to be ashamed. Damian wanted to make a snide comment about how the project was definitely better off if he was doing it on his own, but something about how small and fragile you looked kept him from doing so.
That was the first detour from the life on his map. That moment of emotion that no one witnessed, not even you because of how your head was held down. And it was only the beginning. He scoffed at your request, but it wasn't truly malicious like before.
"Fine, but we'll do it at your place today after school, no discussion," Damian stated and left no room for arguments, turning around and leaving the room, not hearing your small sound of protest.
During the rest of the school day, Damian couldn't help but watch you from the corner of his eyes, he saw how you were hidden in your uniform, seemingly wanting to merge with the backdrop of the classroom, how you kept completely to yourself and seemingly managed to become completely invisible to anyone but him and some of your teachers.
So after school, he had to keep his eyes peeled open to see you come out since you really seemed to disappear between all the other students. He went over to you and told you to lead the way home, not bothering to offer to have Alfred drive the two of you since, for reasons he didn't understand himself, he wanted to spend the time with you alone. Detour number two.
The way to your home was spent in silence, Damian looking around sceptically and you turned into yourself like you always seemed to be. The route to your home took you out of the more or less safe and high-income neighbourhood of Gotham Academy to the less secure area not that different from the region around Crime Alley. He wondered how your parents were able to afford your tuition for Gotham Academy, but he knew that you were rather good in school so he figured you were on a scholarship.
When you finally arrived at a rundown apartment complex you brought him to a flat on the fifth story, carefully opening the door as if you were afraid of making any sound.
"I'm sorry if it's a bit messy," you mumbled vaguely in his direction as you carefully opened the door and Damian realized it was the first thing he had seen you say since you had asked him to let you work on the project as well. Then you lead him into the apartment and everything somewhat fell into place.
To say it was a bit messy was an understatement. There were empty bottles of beer, vodka, wine and all other kinds of alcoholic beverages, Damian even caught sight of some less legal substances, but he decided not to mention them aloud, already seeing based on the darkening colour of your face and the way you tried to avoid looking anywhere near him that you were highly ashamed and emberassed. Detour number three.
He saw how you looked through the open doors into the other - not cleaner - rooms and he could hear your relieved sigh when there was no one else in there with the two of you. Then you lead him into your room if one could call it a room, which had a size just barely big enough for a measly small bed, a box usually meant for laundry filled with your clothes and a small desk that looked like you had taken it from the side of the road. There was no chair or even a stool.
Damian noticed Jason's influence - much to his anger - when his first thought was that 'Harry Potter would feel bad for you'. His next thought was that you didn't deserve to live like that, that you deserved better. Detour number four brought him right off of the road like never before.
"Uhm... You-You can sit on the bed if that's okay, I'll-I'll sit on the floor, then we can work on the project," you spoke hesitantly and shuffled to sit on what little space was left on the floor, but was stopped when Damian pulled you to sit beside him on the bed.
"There's enough space here for both of us," he argued and turned to you. "But- uhm- we don't have any space for the project then."
You were right, he supposed, as he saw that both of you sitting on the bed were basically taking up all the mattress had to offer. He sighed and decided that he was already neck deep into whatever was happening so he might as well see where it was going.
"Then we won't do the project today," he stated in the same tone that left nothing up for discussion and you seemed almost relieved, "We can work on it tomorrow after school in the library."
"O-Okay, I'm sorry it's so-" You stopped in your tracks, seemingly on the verge of tears, and then gave it another go, "-I'm sorry you came here for nothing, I can lead you to the door."
"I'm not leaving yet," Damian said much to your surprise as he saw the shock displayed on your face, "first I want you to tell me what is going on here." He tried to tell himself that it was just his vigilante persona shining through, but deep inside he knew it was you that made him so curious about this situation.
"What do you mean?" you squeaked, obviously - but badly - trying to hide something. Damian let his instincts lead him as he quickly took your hand and pulled up your sleeve, he had been noticing how you were playing with it every time you were scared or ashamed. He wasn't all too surprised to see blue, purple, green and yellow splotches littered over the area, some bruises new, some old. You tried to pull your hand away, but Damian's grip stayed strong.
He pulled your hand even closer to him as he inspected the arm and asked: "Did your parents do that to you?" He looked up at your face and saw tears welling up in your eyes. It made you look even more fragile and delicate than he already thought you looked like throughout the day, but it also made this rage well up inside of Damian. How dare these people make you cry, how dare they hurt you. He wanted to rip them apart, wanted to make sure nothing and no one ever hurt you again.
"Tell me the truth, I will help you, I promise," Damian encouraged you and received a weak nod from you as your tears started to flow down your face in streaks. "Okay, give me a second, I'll be right back, don't worry." Damian used his blazer's sleeve to gently wipe away some of the tears - something that his family would believe to be a lie if you had told him about it - and got up to leave the room to call Alfred to come pick him and you up.
He told Alfred that he'd be inviting a friend for a sleepover, hanging up on a too-stunned-to-speak Alfred who was surely already on his way to inform Bruce of this new development, he didn't bother to tell him that he planned for it to be a more... permanent... sleepover.
You needed him, you needed him to protect you, to care for you, to make sure you never again had a reason to cry. You were such a pure, fragile soul, one that didn't deserve to be left alone in this cruel world, he was sure that once his father had met you he'd understand. He'd feel the same way. You'd be safe with them, they'd become your family, the family you deserved and needed.
And if Bruce didn't agree if Bruce told him that he was crazy, that he couldn't just take you away from your life, no matter how bad it was, and take over your entire existence... well, he had already become ready to derail his entire plan, had become ready to redraw the entire map of his life just for him to have you along, so he might as well return to his roots because he was sure his mother would be more than happy to take you in as long as it made Damian return...
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* pairing(s) : various hsr x gn reader
* prompt : kiss mwa mwa mwa (i dont write kissing this is an experiment)
* authors note : happy 1k followers & the fact my birthday is in 4 days! this little post is a treat and a thank you for supporting my ongoing journey as a writer. ♡ (i havent written more than 4 characters in so long T_T) gepard come home im begging you </3 (THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITEEE IM SOBBIGNGGG)
DAN HENG's kisses are very short but he offers a lot of them, he's really nervous and he doesn't wanna show that so he tries to keep them brief. Like quick small kisses but he offers plenty so then you're happy.
However if you were to initiate a much longer kiss, he wouldn't mind. Just ignore how flustered he is, how hes mumbling under his breathe when you pull away and the small muffled noise he makes when you make contact again.
"Pretty.." Is probably what he's saying cause he'd have his eyes open to look at you and how pretty you look kissing him, and it makes his heart race and make him get even more nervous. He's kissing the prettiest person to ever live in his eyes, and hes just so HDHHDJSS.
I think GEPARD would religiously wear lipbalm, specifically flavored and specifically cherry. So when you kiss him, you'll get that very distinct and surprisingly comforting taste of cherry on your lips. It's built an odd addiction within you, kissing your boyfriend for as long as you could just to taste the cherry on his lips.
And how he looks when he's kissing?? It's engraved into your memory. How his cheeks and ears are turning red from fluster, how his usual stoic and serious expression melts to one of desire and pleasure as you two kiss in a random alley while he's on his very brief break cause what else would he want to do? Not be with you?
When you pull away he's PANTING for air, he's so flustered it's so cute and when you kiss his nose or anything of the sort he'll just cover his face and have to regain his composure for when he has to get back to work. His mind clouded with thoughts of when the next break may start, and he'll get to see you again and feel you again.
It also sparked this really weird thing to when you eat cherries, you miss your boyfriend. (actually with or without them you miss him)
JING YUAN is a man who plays with risks, actually he's more of a calculated planner (or he makes Fu Xuan do his calculated plans) but with you? And the way he's kissing you in an office with an unlocked door?
He's taking his time, almost inticing you with the idea of getting caught. Getting caught making out with the Jing Yuan during his most important work hours? You'd never admit it, but he knows that idea excites you.
He's very gentle though, intimate yet sweet with how he holds you and you rest your arms on his shoulder as he kisses you deeper and deeper. He even lets you play with his hair and when he opens his golden eyes to look at you with that desire-filled stare? You're melting.
"How'd your meeting go?" "Just fine."
I think CAELUS has really lazy and messy kisses, he's usually really busy and running around doing errands, so sometimes he just needs to unwind some frustration from working so much. He's making a mess of himself in front of you, desperate to just feel your kiss on his lips like a starved animal.
His hair is all over his face, his eyes filled with nothing but want, as he kisses you against his hotel room door the second he steps foot into the room. There's soft aggression as his noises are barely muffled by the door, you're probably trying to whisper something about people outside but he does not care at the moment.
However, the softest mumble of a 'Stop' will bring his actions to a pause. He respects you and never wants to do something you hate, so instead he'll settle with falling asleep like a cat in your arms. He may not be the most tame of the formerly mentioned, but he knows when to control it. <3
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SAGAU Reader (GN) x Tighnari
Hey. So. I know I ghosted this account for like a year, but guess what, I'm inspired today. Hope this is okay, I wrote it while very sleep-deprived
Contains - you kinda being an awful person and discarding people as you please, tighnari becoming slowly more devoted and obsessive over you as it goes on, slight gore, neuvillette replacing tighnari at the end, this is incredibly specific to my experience of having tighnari in game and is based around if he had feelings regarding that
Tighnari was beginning to hate Gandharva Ville.
If he had been told that even one year ago, he would have laughed, unable to believe that the place he called home could cause him such … disdain.
But that was before you.
He had known, of course, about your arrival in Teyvat. Everyone did, it was all they could talk about for months on end. Whispers travelled about the vision holders who were called by the stars, who felt compelled to follow you to the ends of the earth. But that was of no concern to Tighnari. You had never stepped foot into Sumeru, had never even called the holder of a Dendro vision to follow you.
He adored you, as any loyal subject would, but the idea of leaving his home didn’t really appeal to him. Tighnari was content with worshipping from afar.
At least, that’s what he thought.
It was inevitable, thinking back on it, that you would come to Sumeru. There are only so many nations and the scholars at the Akademiya were becoming restless at your apparent lack of interest in visiting their beloved nation.
Tighnari had watched curiously when you first arrived in Gandharva Ville, with 4 devotees at your beck and call. He found, looking back, that he could barely recall who you had favoured at that point in time, who was granted the privilege of protecting you. Perhaps it was that gentleman from Mondstadt, with the flaming red hair and blood-coated blade? Or the Tianquan of Liyue, with her endless supplies of Mora merely a snap of the finger away? It didn’t particularly matter. They were not in your favour now.
He remembered how Collei had wept with joy when you named her as your first devotee from Sumeru. She was discarded quickly enough by you, but the joy that privilege had ignited within her still seemed to linger, even now. When you embraced Collei that day, her tears staining your silken shirt, he had met your eyes for the first time.
Tighnari wasn’t really certain what he would see in your eyes. Benevolence, godliness, serenity?
Greed was not what he expected.
The way you eyed him, gaze flicking to his vision, his ears, his tail. You stared at him, the way a child would stare at a new toy, and you smiled.
Tighnari really shouldn’t have been surprised when you called him to serve you.
The golden stars falling from the sky, the sudden weakness that overcame his body, the portal you had pulled him through. It had seemed unreal, like a nightmare he hoped he would wake from soon.
The weakness had faded as you gave him odd gifts and trinkets, flowers and gemstones, smiling giddily as you told him about how excited you were to have him join your team. With his final gift strapped to his back, an intricate bow that more closely resembled a harp than a weapon, you took him to meet his new companions.
He was grateful to have Nahida alongside him, a small taste of home, even when he travelled behind you on foreign soil. The Mondstadt girl, Fischl, was strange, but he could not deny her usefulness in battle, especially when she called upon that unsettling bird of hers. And Zhongli was … quiet. He did not speak much to Tighnari, or Nahida, or Fischl. Fischl mentioned once that he was one of your very first devotees and he had never left your side since that day.
He had seen many subjects lose favour with you, but like the rock he commanded, he stayed, unchanging.
Tighnari was beginning to wish that he too, could be like rock.
He had followed you across nations, into other dimensions, where the sky stretched for an eternity and the ground fell off into endless darkness. He had slayed countless enemies, stained his hands with blood a thousand times, and never once complained. When he was granted the time to return to Gandharva Ville, he found it … dull. His duties had been given to someone else, so his hours were spent recounting stories of you to engrossed onlookers. He would describe the most insignificant details about you as he stared into the distance and prayed that you would call him back soon.
He had given everything in service for you.
And yet…
You stared up at the entrance to a ‘domain’ as you called them, and hummed to yourself, staring off at nothing.
“We’ll need a Hydro,” you murmured to no one in particular, before turning around.
“Tighnari, why don’t you go rest for a while?”
You flicked your hand and the Iudex of Fontaine stepped through a tear in the fabric of the world, clutching that book you had given him, the one with the blue, watery pages, the one that looked MADE for him. That’s the words you said when you gave it to him.
“Oh, it looks made for you, Neuvi! I’m so glad I got it!”
Tighnari had wanted to rip the fur from his ears, the skin from his flesh, when you smiled at the Iudex, presenting him with the book. Tighnari had clutched his mis-matched bow so hard one of the strings broke with a musical twang. You hadn’t even spared him a second glance.
And now, as you ripped open another seam of reality, revealing Gandharva Ville to him, your smile was not quite as bright as it once was. You ushered him towards the tear, murmuring one last farewell as you did so.
“Go take a break, Tighnari. I’m sure you’re missing home. Don’t worry, Neuvillette will keep me safe!”
In that moment, as you said that, he’d never been quite so sure of anything.
Tighnari was beginning to hate Gandharva Ville.
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i cherish you, halcyon days (gojou satoru x reader)
“you’re gonna die, kid. in the worst way possible. but because i like you so much, i’ll let you ask three questions about it.” you’re 15 years old when you’re told you’re going to die. you’re 17 when you realize who your killer will be. and you’re a day away from turning 19 when you make peace with the fact you wouldn’t want it any other way.
tags: gn!reader, annoyance to friends to lovers, you and gojou share a birthday month and you're not amused, it's canon that jujutsu school curriculum last 4 years so don't say nothin' when i mention 4th year students, now a multi-chaptered fic read here
[2005. Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College ー 1st year]
Do you like Gojou Satoru?
If someone were to ask you that, you would have to answer ‘no’. You’d answer ‘no’ even if no one asked. Gojou Satoru is impossible for you to like from his stupid sunglasses to his shit-eating grins. Even worse is his arrogance. It’s only an additional sprinkle of salt in the wound when you found out later in the year that he was rich, part of some big name clan in the world of jujutsu you yourself were only scouted into.
I don’t like him at all.
You’re the odd man out in your class, though. Despite your less than stellar review of the boy, your classmates, Suguru and Shoko, got along just fine with him.
To spite you even further, it seemed the universe enjoyed pinning the two of you together as well.
It wasn’t enough for the universe to have you both in the same school, year and class. No, you even shared a birthday month.
Gojou’s December 7th to your December 9th.
The week of your shared births, Gojou was especially intolerable. “You’re the baby of the class,” he’d taunt gleefully like he wasn’t only two days older than you.
To cut on time and effort, your teacher and classmates decided that from 1st year on, December 8th would be the day both of your birthdays were celebrated. And thus, December 8th was 'Satoru and [First] Day'. Your cake was his cake and present unwrapping was a joint activity.
By the gods, I wanna punch him so much.
At the very least, you can rest easy in knowing the fact that the feelings of dislike are mutual.
Gojou Satoru is strong, it’s an irrefutable fact no matter how much you’d like to deny it. He’s strong and in turn, the strong are the only ones Gojou respects. You apparently don’t make the cut.
And that’s fine. Strength came in all sorts of ways. You disliked Gojou Satoru but you could live with the fact that, at the very least, you were going to be stuck together for four years. Because even if he was strong, life sometimes paid you back with small moments of grace where someone put the golden boy of the Gojou Clan in his place.
You thought it was one of those days when you met Takamatsu Akira. It was a week before your birthday when he told you were going to die.
You raise an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name, “who?” It’s lunch at Jujutsu Tech and you’re eating with your classmates when Shoko name dropped a person you never heard of. “Never heard of ‘em.”
“He’s a sorcerer that can see glimpses of a person’s future when he looks at them,” Suguru answers in her stead over a sip of his oi ocha. “He’s apparently at the school today for some sort of meeting.
"Hands off the goods," your eyes widen in amazement as you quickly smack away Gojou’s hand from your lunch. “Really? And it’s all accurate too?”
“He’s a major asshole, though,” the white-haired boy hisses with a pout. You roll your eyes. I’m not sure how reliable your words are if you of all people are calling someone an asshole. Your incredulousness must show on your face because Gojou’s next words are, “seriously! He only tells people he thinks have interesting futures anything about it.”
“And?”
“Satoru’s just mad because apparently his future isn’t interesting,” Suguru smirks, smugly welcoming his best friend’s unamused side eye. “He told me about mine though.”
You bite back a snort when your curiosity to know Suguru's fortune wins. “What did he say about it?”
Suguru touched his chin thoughtfully, recalling back the day he met the seer. “He said that one day I’ll be stuck at a crossroads between two paths and make a life changing decision,” he pauses dramatically and you lean forward in anticipation. “That’s all he told me though.”
Damn it.
The brown-eyed boy chuckles but he shoots you a look of amused sympathy, “he never really tells you too much about it apparently. I was disappointed too.”
“Did he ever tell you anything about your future, Shoko?” You ask your class’ resident slacker.
Shoko shook her head, bob gently moving with her. “I’m one of the boring ones too,” she says with a lazy wave of her hand. “Like Gojou.”
“Don’t worry, my friends,” Suguru places a hand over his chest and bows with far too much grace and humility. “I alone will shoulder the burden of having an interesting future. Unlike Satoru.”
You choke, unable to stop yourself from chortling this time. Whatever Gojou sputters in his self-defense, you don’t hear it over the sound of your own laughter. “Maybe he’ll tell me about my future too,” you sigh when your giggles subside. You sincerely doubt it, but it’s fun to think about the possibilities. I want an interesting life plot twist, like the reveal I’m actually a long-lost member of some royal family he just won’t tell me which one.
“He’ll probably stop by because you’re here,” Shoko rests her chin on her palm. You were the newest in your class, starting a month later than the rest. “He likes seeing if new students will have interesting futures ahead of them.”
“Don’t get too excited, [First],” Gojou quickly rains on your parade with a lot of arrogance for someone whose future is apparently so boring a seer won’t even talk to him about it. “I’m the most interesting person in this place and he won’t even talk to me. So who knows what sort of reaction you’ll get.”
“Oh quit being bitter that your future is gonna be boring, asshole,” before any other quips and gripes can be exchanged, the class door slides open abruptly. You look over with a start, wondering if it’s your teacher when you see it isn’t. The man is a bit younger than Yaga but his hair is already graying and his eyes are a deep green reminiscent of pine trees. You have a feeling you already know who it is and grin. “You wouldn’t happen to be Takamatsu Akira, would you? Gojou here was telling me about his boring future soー” you stop yourself with a shudder when you blinked and realized that man was in front of your face and much too close for comfort.
“Now that is something,” the man blinks owlishly, eyes almost glowing in his amazement.
Your discomfort flies away faster than a seagull with someone else’s lunch, “really?”
The man leans back with a grin and a snap of his fingers, “really, really.”
With that you look at Gojou and stick out your tongue and he sticks his tongue in return.
[First] 1, Gojou 0.
Suguru chuckles and Shoko grins and all the while, Gojou Satoru flicks your forehead too quickly for you to react. “Look, hater, it isn’t my fault that your future’s boring, quit trying to rain on my parade,” you snicker, batting your eyelashes. “Mr. Takamatsu, I’d really appreciate it if you could tell me about my future if you don’t mind. Before the naysayers get more butthurt than they already are.”
“You’re gonna die, kid.”
With four words, your blood freezes and you find yourself blinking once, twice slowly. It’s the matching looks of shock and surprise on your classmates' faces that tells you you heard Takamatsu correctly. Stiffly, you look back at the seer hoping for that revelation to be nothing but a joke, but instead you find yourself looking at a maniacal grin. That grin feels more like a knife in your gut. “In the worst way possible.”
The knife sinks deeper into your flesh, twisting.
“Hey,” out of the four of you, Gojou is the one who finds his voice first.
Takamatsu ignores the boy with snow white hair as if he’s nothing but a minor breeze, “But,” he beams like he’s only told you that he found a discount at the convenience store. “Because I like you so much, I’ll let you ask three questions about it.”
“O-okay,” you stammer almost instinctively. Like a zombie, you find yourself stumbling onto your feet and Takamatsu nods at the door. These answers will be for you and you alone. You aren’t sure what expression you wear on your face as you exit, nor the expressions of your peers. You can't bring yourself to look at them as you follow the future-seeing sorcerer into the halls of your school.
I’m going to die.
I’m going to die.
In the worst way possible.
It’s only once you’re relatively alone that the seer halts his walking in the middle of the hall to look at you. “Feel free to ask your questions,” he tells you. “Your classmates shouldn’t be able to hear, even if they keep looking out the door. So ask away,” he reassures you, waving his hand nonchalantly.
You glance to your left and sure enough there are three heads leaning out of the door, staring straight at you both. You can’t bring yourself to smile reassuringly before you return your gaze to the sorcerer in front of you.
Three questions.
Your first question can only be so obvious. “Howー how do I die?”
Takamatsu’s amusement is sapped from his face at that question. “Really?” He yawns with a shake of his head. “That’s what you’re going to ask? That’s quite boring.”
Boring? Boring?! It’s my life! “Yeah but-”
“You know what, fine,” Takamatsu sighs, crossing his arms. He recalls his vision in his mind for a moment before he opens his lips. “You’re going to be killed by someone precious to you. Ask me something more… riveting this time.”
You blink slowly.
You’re going to be killed by someone you care about.
When do I die?
Was it an accident?
On purpose?
Why would they want to kill me?
You don’t think those are questions Takamatsu will find intriguing in the slightest. In a panic, you ask the most original question that enters your brain. “Do I die… angry at them?” No. Fucking. Shit, me. “Wait, that was dumb don’t answer th-”
“Nope, it counts,” Takamatsu clicks his tongue. Maybe it’s payback for your first question being so predictable and unoriginal. “And my answer for that is no. Your heart will surprisingly bear no anger towards the person who kills you.” A revelation that shakes you to the core. “Well, one question left to go, kid. No more mess ups, I’ll take it even if it’s something as a dumb as a repeat question.”
“Okay, okay,” you exhale nervously, biting your lip. I need to think.
You know yourself.
You’re selfish at times, who isn’t? If it really came down to it though, you know you’d always put someone else’s life over your own. You can talk big, you can snort when you watch a movie and say ‘yeah sorry, they’d be stuck on their own. I’m not dying in a situation like that, I’d wanna go home’. But you know yourself enough to know that despite thinking it, your feet would inevitably turn towards the other person. Maybe you’d die in the end but you know you’d try your damnedest to get them out.
Why else would you put yourself on the line fighting curses?
But I’d like to think that in a life or death fight where it’s me or them, I’d choose me. You shake your head pushing the thought to the side. You almost forgot the most important detail. Your killer will be someone who matters to you. But I won’t be mad about it. If it was life or death, I’d choose me. I know that. Stranger on the street or a lifelong sworn enemy. And I know if I was killed by someone, I’d definitely be bitter about it. I’m not that forgiving.
Future you isn’t in agreement. Your eyes turn to the ground.
Is it a life or death fight situation or an accident? You open your mouth briefly before closing it again.
They’re precious to me.
They’re someone I care about.
But I won’t be angry.
I mustn’t have been trying that hard then, you wet your lips as a light bulb flickers deeply in the recesses of your mind. You couldn’t have been. How else could your future self’s lack of anger be justified? One day, there will be someone you care for so greatly that even in a life or death battle, you’d still choose them.
You raise your head to look into dark green eyes dancing with amusement, a grin accompanying them. The grin morphs from clear to distorted at the welling of tears in your eyes. I wasn’t trying. “I must really love this person, don’t I?”
Takamatsu's grin grows even wider, eyes flashing in pleasant surprise. “Yeah,” he leans against the wall, crossing his arms. “It seems like you do.”
Tears roll down your cheeks like streams into a river yet your arms hang loosely at your side. “That’s three questions then,” you murmur, throat constricting. You inhale slowly, hold your breath and release before wiping your eyes. “Thank you for answering my questions, Mr. Takamatsu. Lunch is gonna be over soon, so I’m gonna go finish eating now.”
You bow before turning on your heel back to your class, your classmates are still there. You don’t really care to receive their pity or empathy.
“I’m gonna die, it’s gonna suck and that’s all he really told me,” you say before anyone can ask. You bite into your egg harshly.
.
It’s hours after classes have ended for the day and you’re cooking in the communal kitchen when you see Gojou again.
“Hey,” Gojou says and his tone is so serious it startles you. You set your knife down on the cutting board before looking at him. His face doesn’t seem right to you and it dawns on you a second later it’s because he’s frowning and it’s not the usual childish frown you’re used to seeing. “Don’t take what that guy said seriously. Like I said, he’s an asshole. He was probably saying all of that to freak you out.” There’s a pause and Gojou scratches the back of his head, looking uncomfortable in his skin. “So don’t, like, cry about it. Takamatsu’s a prick.”
“Are you,” you squint, looking Gojou over suspiciously. “Trying to make me feel better or something in your own weird Gojou way?”
“Someone has to make sure the class baby isn’t drowning in their sorrows,” Gojou returns to his usual brand of cocky, with a grin. His sunglasses slide down, revealing playful eyes.
“I don’t want the comfort then,” you roll your eyes and return to chopping your vegetables. “Besides, I don’t need it anyways, I’m strong”
“Eeeeh.”
Asshole.
“There’s different kinds of strong, you jackass,” you argue for argument’s sake. You vaguely notice that in spite of your annoyance, your shoulders aren’t stiff and your jaw is loose. Apparently Gojou is good for something, after all. ��Strong looks different for different people. A kid is strong when they act tough after tripping. A grown man crying and being open with his emotions is strong,” you recount some of the ways you’ve seen people be strong in your life. You’ve witnessed strength in various ways in your 15 years of living. “... Even just living despite how hard it can be is strong.”
Save for the sound of you cutting green celery and the light simmer of the pan, silence falls over the two of you.
“What did you guys talk about when he said you could ask him questions?”
“... nothing important.”
[2006. Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College ー 2nd year]
You’re 16 and you’re still alive and kicking.
You’re an upperclassman now, not that it means anything when there are still two whole grades of jujutsu schooling ahead of you. Still, you welcome the newfound responsibilities and admiration you receive in going up a level. At least, one of your underclassmen seems to admire you. Haibara Yuu does, though you’re pretty sure he adores Suguru even more. Nanami Kento is nice though, albeit a bit reserved.
The three of them are like you, individuals scouted into the world of curses and sorcerers rather than born into it. It’s nice to know you’re not alone in that sense.
Even if they weren’t, however, you’re sure that Gojou’s presence would find a way to override any sort of 'being alone'. You can’t be alone when he’s around even if you want to.
Gojou is just as annoying as he was when you were first years, but he’s surprisingly more tolerable.
He still bothers you whenever he has the chance and he still refers to you as the ‘class baby’. You’d also be lying to yourself if you said his hubris has gone down since you first met. He’s just as smug as he’s always been but it’s a bit easier seeing the charm in it in your second year compared to your first.
So maybe ー in the absolute loosest sense of the word ー the two of you have become friends. Something like it at least.
This is why you don’t mind it when the boy plops his ass on your desk when you’re trying to read the recent volume of Fruits Basket to tell you about his newest feats he accomplished on his most recent mission. Nor do you mind it much when he follows you to the dorms to continue telling you what feels like an exaggerated tale, but you know Gojou’s abilities enough to know that 99% percent of it is true.
“So yeah,” he finishes with an air of satisfaction, nose pointing towards the sky with pride. “You could say that Suguru really didn’t even need to come, I pretty much crushed it by myself.”
You’re pretty sure if Suguru was here, Gojou would be in a headlock. “Better not let your bestie catch you saying that,” you warn playfully.
“Come on, [First],” Gojou beams broadly with no care in the world. “Isn’t this the part where you’re supposed to praise me?”
You shake your head in bemusement, smiling lightly. “I can admit it, I’m impressed,” your words are genuine. With all the blessings he has in the world, being strong is the standard for your classmate. He’s a natural talent to boot. Yet for all his nonchalance, you can give credit where credit is due. The guy works hard to perfect his techniques and he’s a perpetual motion machine when it comes to improvement. “Good job, Gojou, you’ve worked really hard. I’m happy you’re seeing the payoff.”
It takes you a second to realize that you’re walking by yourself and you turn around, eyebrow quirked. “What’s up?” Gojou doesn’t respond immediately and you have no idea what his eyes look like beneath the sunglasses. “Hey are you alright?”
The boy comes to at your prodding, sauntering after you lazily, “nothing, nothing,” Gojou replies smoothly with a grin. “I am pretty great, huh?”
“Don’t ruin the moment, Gojou,” you give him a light shove that barely moves him an inch. Geez he’s a giant, you won’t be surprised if in the future he’s taller than even Yaga.
“Since I’m working so hard, do you think you could make me a congratulatory lunch tomorrow?” You’re pretty sure he isn’t serious. Or at the very least you’re sure Gojou expects your answer to be negative. You never cook for him, the closest he ever gets is pilfering samples of it before you chase him out of the kitchen. “Just ki-”
“Sure, what do you want?”
With near comedic timing, Gojou’s shades slide down the bridge of his nose and his eyes are wide in astonishment. “Seriously?”
Your grin widens, “I can change my mind if you-”
“No, no, no! No take backs allowed, [First]!” Gojou covers your mouth with a large palm. “I’m putting in my special requests!”
You move his hand from your mouth with a sage nod, “then please make your requests, young pupil, I’ll prepare you a feast of feasts!” Gojou opens his mouth promptly, giddy. “Within reason.”
You snicker when he whines about the unfairness of your new stipulations.
It takes a week before lunch becomes dinner too.
Gojou’s nice sometimes, you can admit.
And maybe you can also admit that you are ー in more than the loosest sense of the word ー actually friends. A friend whose status as a special grade sorcerer is something you can be proud of rather than annoyed by. He’s reckless and sometimes that recklessness gets him in trouble, but still you enjoy his company when you have it. Even if sometimes he gets you in trouble because of his shenanigans. Or even when he is annoying Utahime whom he is presently taunting in favor of saying her partner for this mission is stronger than she is.
“Mei Mei,” you wave your fingers daintily at the strong partner in question. “Finally gonna let me take you out some time?” You’re mostly joking. 5% at least. Beautiful as she is, Mei Mei isn’t really your type.
The blue-haired sorcerer laughs lightly, crossing her arms, “I’ll have to warn you that my dinners aren’t cheap.”
“Worry not, I’m an amazing cook,” you’re barely able to wink in the money-loving sorcerer’s direction when Gojou’s lanky arm is thrown over your shoulder and he saunters over to a distressed Utahime. “What the heck!”
“Check out how the path Utahime walked on is falling apart,” Gojou snickers.
“Oh shut up,” Suguru looks far too pleased to actually mean his words though.
For Utahime’s sake, you fight back the urge to giggle at their tomfoolery. You like Utahime, you bonded in your first year over finding Gojou Satoru’s presence an annoyance. You’ve sadly, however, become a bit of a traitor to your Hating Gojou Alliance, much to her dismay when you confessed months prior that you and Gojou had become chill.
“By the way,” Mei Mei brings the conversation back to a reasonable plane. “Where’s the veil?”
Gojou’s nice sometimes, you can admit. And maybe you can also admit that you are ー in more than the loosest sense of the word ー actually friends. A friend you can be proud of. A friend whose company you enjoy even if sometimes he gets you in trouble because of his shenanigans.
Like the fact you somehow forgot to put up the veil?! How the hell do you forget to put up the veil?! Nevermind the fact you technically forgot too, Gojou was the one who said he’d put it up. That’s why you have no problem pointing in his direction when Yaga sternly asks who was the Forget Futaba in your band.
“Is a veil that necessary in the first place,” Gojou whines in the gym later in the afternoon. “It’s not like it matters if normies see or not, right? They can’t see cursed spirits or cursed techniques anyway.”
“Pretty sure it’s for the best that normal people don’t start seeing spontaneously exploding buildings on the regular, Gojou,” you watch with an impressed whistle at how your classmate tosses a basketball effortlessly to a hoop. You’re sure if Suguru hadn’t stopped it, the ball would have been a perfect three pointer.
“Of course it’s not good for them to see,” Suguru affirms your words resolutely. “The strongest deterrent against the outbreak of cursed spirits is the mental calm of the populace.” It becomes a battle of the philosophies when Gojou steals the ball back with finesse.
“Looking out for the weak is so exhausting, honestly,” Gojou sighs and Suguru shoots back with narrowed eyes 'Survival of the Weakest'. “Assigning reasons and responsibility to strength is what those who are weak do.”
Should we…? You glance at Shoko.
Yeah, we probably should. The brunette glances back.
“Time to dip,” Shoko sprints out of the gymnasium faster than you’ve ever seen her.
“I’ve got a pretty wild date with Battle Royale right now,” you skip after her in a hurry right as Suguru summons one of his cursed spirits like it's a pokemon.
The next time you see Gojou, he knocks and enters your room when you go ‘huh?’ “Yo, I’ve got a mission.”
“Already?” You raise an eyebrow. “We just got back from the Mei Mei and Utahime thing.”
“Yeah,” he sighs. “ Teach says we have to protect the star plasma vessel.”
“That information got leaked?”
“Wait, you know what the star plasma vessel is?”
“Tengen stuff is, like, the bare minimum of stuff we should have learned about in first year, Gojou.”
“... anyways, Suguru and I are heading out early tomorrow,” he says, like what you told him moments prior wasn’t anything important.
You smile with pride, “well, that’s a pretty big mission for a couple of students to have,” it really is, honestly. If anything, that’s something you think the adults should have. It’s pretty cool that two of your classmates were chosen for it. “That’s cool. You should be really proud of yourself, Gojou.”
Your words get his lips to morph into a smile a bit more authentic and veritable than his usual smug grins and confident jeers. “I am pretty cool, huh?”
You roll your eyes in good fun before looking at your book again. Your favorite character's dead but you at least wanna see who gets off this shitty island. “Y’all not still fighting about earlier are you?”
“Nah, we’re over it,” Gojou sits at a chair by your bedside desk, swirling in it. “It’s whatever in the end. Suguru can believe whatever he wants.” A silence somewhere between comfortable but hesitant falls over you briefly before Gojou asks, “you believe that stuff he was saying too?”
“Dunno, you’re probably asking the wrong person,” you turn the page with a shrug. It’s been nearly a year since you met Takamatsu Akira. Nearly a year since you were told someone you loved would kill you in the worst way possible and yet you’d have no anger in your heart about it. The future is technically always changing. It’s never stagnant. If you wanted, you could take what the seer said to heart and run with your tail between your legs. Yet here you were, laid on your stomach reading Battle Royale in your room located in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College instead of elsewhere; living in perpetual paranoia about any relationship you have. “The weak’s the majority, they need protection. It should be the duty of the strong to protect them. But… I can also get the exhaustion. If you’re the strongest, who’s gonna protect you then?”
You close your mouth and purse your lips thoughtfully and vaguely you find it a bit amazing that Gojou hasn’t made any sort of quip yet.
“But… I guess I probably align myself more with Suguru’s line of thinking,” you decide after a heartbeat. “I’m the one who’s gonna die in the most horrible way possible, remember? But here I am, still kickin’ it here with you guys. I should probably run while I have the chance, huh?”
“I already told you not to listen to that crap,” you look away from your book, surprised at the harshness in Gojou’s tone. Your eyes look into angry azure and you glance away just as quickly. “That guy’s a prick. There’s no point in listening to him. So quit worrying your pretty little head about that. You’re supposed to be strong, right?”
Your eyes skim over your book, not sure what else to settle your eyes on. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I’m pretty strong, I guess.”
That appears to be the right answer. “Exactly, so stop giving that stuff he said the time of day.”
You chuckle, “yeah you’re right, sorry,” ‘I’m always right’ Gojou says flippantly and you find your head shaking with a warmth settling in your chest. “Grab me a souvenir or two while you’re gone, Mr. Special Grade.”
“I’m not leaving Tokyo, you know,” Gojou tosses a crumpled piece of paper at your head.
“So?” You toss the paper back, watching as it bounced off his infinity. Cheater. “Grab me something extra nice anyways! I deserve it as payback for cooking for you all the time, you eat like a horse.”
The mission goes horribly wrong.
Shoko tells you over a phone call that the mission went horribly wrong in all the worst ways. Suguru was injured. Gojou was dead.
Parts of campus look like it was hit by a tornado when you get there, out of breath, lungs screaming but you still push through it to get Suguru’s room banging on the door. “Su-”
“Satoru’s okay,” is the first thing out of his mouth when he opens the door and your knees almost buckle in your relief. “He’s alive. He was injured but he’s alive. He’s in his room, right now.”
He’s okay.
He’s okay.
Your breath is shaky as you let your friend’s words permeate through your entire being. “That,” you lick your lips, holding yourself. “That’s good.” It’s all you can say although it doesn’t encompass even a tenth of the emotion you feel. “I’m glad you’re both alright.” The quiet is almost deafening; what do you say to ease the hurt when the mission went wrong in every way it could have? “I’m gonna start cooking in an hour or two. I’ll bring you something to eat later, any requests?”
“It’s okay,” Suguru’s smile is small but polite. “I’m not that hungry. Maybe Satoru’ll eat something.” The door closes promptly before you can ask if your friend is sure he doesn’t want anything. I’ll check on you again later, I promise.
Your nerves are frazzled when your eyes sweep over to the door that leads to Gojou’s room, hardly able to make yourself move towards it.
“He was injured but he’s alive.”
How injured is injured?
Has he gone to see Shoko?
“Gojou?” Your knock is barely audible.
You knock once more with a soft confidence.
“Satoru?” Your voice falters, just above being a whisper. “Hey, it’s me. I know you probably don’t want to talk right now but I just want you to know I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. If you wanna talk, I’m just down the hall, okay?” You pause, ears straining to hear anything on the other side of the door. You’re met with silence. “Get some rest. I’ll bring you dinner later, alright?”
With a sigh, you turn around to go to your room only for your heart to leap out of your chest when you realize someone is already in it. You jump, clutching your chest when you realize it’s Satoru, sitting on your bed with his back slumped against the wall.
He looks like hell and impossibly small wrapped in your blanket. Russet stains his white locks that are even messier than usual and his eyes have a chilling emptiness to them. He doesn’t meet your eyes, you aren’t sure if he has the will to. You don’t have the will to say anything despite the thoughts running through your head.
Wordlessly, Satoru raises the blanket in an invitation. Like he’s welcoming you through a barrier.
So wordlessly, you sit on your bed and nestle beside him. You don’t mind the scent of sweat, blood and dirt. Nor do you mind when the tall and lanky teen slumps against your side, resting his head atop yours. You simply find his hand and brush your fingers together, feeling the roughness of his callouses, before twining your fingers with his.
You clutch each other’s hands almost painfully.
[2007. Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College ー 3rd year]
It’s you, isn’t it?
You realize that one day Satoru is going to kill you on a rainy night in December in your room laying on your bed. The two of you had taken to sharing a space on nights you felt lonely since you were 16 and the star plasma vessel mission went wrong in every way possible. Last week, you both turned 18.
Another year has past and you're still alive and kicking.
You’re facing each other, your head resting on your hand with your elbow angled to keep your head up.
“You won’t leave too, right?” Satoru asks softly, fingers messing with a stray string on your shirt.
Suguru’s gone. So is Haibara.
Both are gone in different ways.
Death is what took Haibara, leaving Nanami Jujutsu Tech’s sole second year.
Suguru was swallowed in madness and disillusionment, defecting to accomplish a new goal of creating a world with only jujutsu sorcerers.
It stings, but you know Satoru is hurt the most.
“It’s unfortunate to tell you but you’re pretty much stuck with me, Satoru,” you give him a weak nudge with your free hand.
“Even though Takamatsu said you’re going to die?”
“We’re all gonna die someday,” you tell him easily. It’s you. You aren’t sure how you’re able to smile like you aren’t having the worst realization in the world but you smile. “Besides, you’re the one who said not to worry about that, right? Because I’m strong.”
“Yeah,” Satoru whispers. “You’re strong.”
“And you’re the strongest sorcerer in the world,” you remind him unnecessarily. It is an inherent fact of the world. Gojou Satoru, born only two days before you came into this world, shook the entire world when he was born.
“And because you’re the strongest, that’s why I have to stay with you,” you run your fingers through his hair gently. When is he going to do it? When is everything going to go wrong? You want to remember every feature he has before you one day have no choice but to leave them behind. “Who’s going to protect you otherwise?”
Satoru smiles for the first time that night, looking up at you almost dreamily from where he lays. “You’re gonna protect me?”
“Yeah,” you vow sincerely.
[2008. Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College ー 4th year]
“Happy birthday to us, happy birthday to us,” Satoru sings crudely while you roll your eyes. It’s technically neither of your birthdays. It’s the 8th, the one day mid-point between your birthdays. The Official ‘Satoru-[First]’ Birthday Bash Celebration. Contrast to your first year as a student at Jujutsu Tech, you find yourself in a more pleasant mood about it. “Happy birthday to the both of us, happy birthday to us!”
“Isn’t it a bit too early to sing,” you shake your head with a chuckle.
“Early shmurly,” Satoru shrugs off your nonchalant concern like water off a duck’s back. You can’t bring yourself to scold him. “They throw us a surprise party every year. It’s not even a surprise if we know it’s coming. They always make us wait all day in class or tell us to leave campus though.”
“It’s part of the atmosphere, Satoru. Tradition!” You grin, giving his leg a light flick as he plops his ass right on top of your desk. “We gotta wait and act completely oblivious to everything until someone tells us to head to the dorms.”
It’s nice to see him smiling. It’s his second birthday without his best friend. A fact that will always resonate through your reality like ripples through the water.
“You’ll like my gift the best by the way,” you tell him with a self-assured confidence.
“Funny, I was about to say that to you,” Satoru winks, leg swinging lazily. He’s not wearing his sunglasses for onceー they’re off to the side resting on the teacher’s podium. “Of course, my gifts are always the best.”
A comfortable silence fills the room and you close your eyes.
Tomorrow you turn 19 and you’re still alive and kicking.
Moments like this make it hard to believe that one day you won’t be. Sometimes you wonder what would happen if you told Satoru the truth of everything Takamatsu told you that day. You consider telling him this very moment, eyes resting on his face. He's smiling gently to himself, thinking about something unknown to you.
He’s so beautiful it makes you want to cry.
“Hey,” you can barely hear yourself.
“Hmm?” Satoru looks at you, lips upturned in a mellow, peaceful expression.
“We should get married.”
One second passes,
two seconds.
“Yeah, we should,” Satoru nods, seemingly enchanted.
You blink dumbly, “what?”
“Let’s do it,” Satoru repeats himself purposefully. “Let’s get married.”
“... Satoru, I was 60% joking when I said that,” you don’t even know why that’s what came out of your mouth.
In spite of your attempt to brush him off, Satoru stands to his feet all the more determined. His large hands cup yours gently as he pulls you into standing with him. “And I’m being 100% serious,” he means it, you can see it in his eyes. They’re more clear than any lake you’ve seen. “Let’s get married. We can go after your birthday.”
“Satoru, we’re high schoolers,” you try reasoning.
“We’re old enough to get married in this country.”
Despite that fact, you shake your head again, “we’re not getting married in high school.”
“Then we can tie the knot after we graduate,” Satoru decides like that’s the only issue at present.
“Fresh out of high school?”
“Fresh out of high school,” he affirms. “We can have a big wedding just like in the movies. Whatever you want. We’ve already got the headstart on the kids with that Zenin kid and his sister.”
You find yourself laughing unexpectedly at the absurdity, at the certainty. “Satoru.”
“[First].”
“Your clan is not gonna be happy with you marrying some jujutsu nobody,” you tell him.
“Like I care what a bunch of old farts think.”
“I’m pretty sure your parents aren’t gonna like me.”
“I’ll love you enough to make up for it,” Satoru rests his forehead on yours. That motion alone damn near breaks your heart. “I wanna marry you, [First].”
“Yeah,” you sniff. This boy who is quickly becoming a man in front of your very eyes is beautiful enough to make you cry. “Let’s get married.”
For a smile so small, it beams like a thousand suns, “Right after we graduate?”
“Right after we graduate.”
“Even if you think my parents aren’t gonna like you?”
“Screw ‘em. I’ll love you more than enough to make up for it.”
One day Gojou Satoru is going to kill you.
You don’t know what will lead you down the path of finding yourself on the opposing side of the boy you’ve grown to love. You don’t know whether it will be a death that’s accidental or as intentional as Suguru’s defection from your organization.
So many unknowns, yet the fact remains the sameー one day you’re going to die and it’s going to be Satoru that sends you to the other side. You let him kiss you despite that fact.
It’s you.
You know it in your heart.
Because if someone were to ask you if Gojou Satoru was precious enough to you that you wouldn’t bear any anger towards him for killing you, you knew what your answer would be in a heartbeat.
Yes, you kiss him tenderly, holding his face in your hands while your heart cupped the precious memories you shared. Memories you would never allow yourself to forget. The halcyon days of past, present and future. He is.
[20xx. kuzuivencdcsusahduvtaydr ー ???? oayn]
It’s snowing in Tokyo, a lot of it.
That’s not common for the area of Japan you live in.
Maybe Tokyo will see one or two days of light snowfall, but it’s almost never enough to cloak the city like this. That’s why it’s a perfect day for a snowball fight and it is perfect, save for the fact that Satoru is definitely cheating.
His tosses may be light but the jerk still has on his infinity, your snow dissipating in powdery puffs whenever it hits the barrier keeping him perpetually safe.
You can’t stop yourself from giggling though, even as he pelts you with an unfair barrage of snow.
The laugh is barreling from your form even more when Satoru rushes you out of nowhere, the largest snowball you’ve ever seen in his hands laughing like he’s five. Your fall is softened by the snow underneath you, barely even much of a drop, and Satoru’s on top of you with his legs on either side of your torso.
He’s merciful enough not to slam dunk his snowball of fury into your face though.
“Okay, okay, you win!” You laugh good naturedly. “Please, Gojou Satoru, I yield!” Despite your words, your hand is working quickly on the side to form a snowball. He’s touching you, you can feel the warmth of his legs on either side of you. His infinity’s down then. You open your eyes mischievously, bracing yourself for a toss when you feel something warm fall onto your face.
One drop,
two drops.
Your breath falters.
“Why are you crying, Satoru?”
It occurs to you then in all your years of knowing him, you’ve never seen Satoru cry. Yet there he is, right atop you, holding the world’s largest snowball in his trembling arms. All the while, tears are running down his face, flowing from those beautiful eyes of his. Those eyes filled with a greater sadness than you’ve ever seen as he looks at you.
The snowball you were clutching drops from your hand immediately in your concern, “hey what’s wrong?”
Satoru doesn’t answer you. Instead, the strongest sorcerer in the world drapes himself over you with body-wracking sobs. The snowball he was holding has disappeared to who knows where, his hands now clutching the front of your jacket tightly. Satoru’s only response is his body-wracking sobs, his knuckles painfully white. He sobs, sobs and sobs like you’ve never seen before.
Slowly, you bring your arms up to hug him and nuzzle the top of his hair that matches the snow around you. “It’s okay,” you whisper to the boy crying in your arms. You smile softly and you close your eyes once more. “It’s okay,” you tell him again. “I'll protect you.”
i was inspired by chainsaw man with the idea of a future devil sorcerer and a reader who shares the same fate as aki
*bonus note: also in japan, the legal age marrying age for women is 16 and men is 18, i heard from a prof they're working on changing that but at least during the setting the time of the fic that is still the same so hence why you'd both be of marrying age despite still being students
*final note: i am a huge final fantasy nerd and the final chapter is written in al bhed, a language from final fantasy x. feel free to use this translator
#look she's writing#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo x reader#gojou x reader#fun fact: december 9th is MY birthday#gojo angst#gojou angst#whoops#happy birthday gojo
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Getting isekai'd?! (Part 6)
Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)
『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』
@justmare @mc-cos-charm @keirennyx
NEW FLUFFBALL ADDED TO MY COLLECTION!! Mwehehehehe >:3
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A/n: Almost at 50 fluffballs guys! 🥹
Warnings: Swearing, grammatical/spelling issues, bbg if you srsly forgot you have vitiligo, I couldn't find the image that I always use in the header thingy part so I had to improvise, y/b/f/n and you being silly.
【Part 5】
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The 5 signs that Our Holiness has descended upon Teyvat:
1. Golden blood.
2. The sound of Their Majesty's 'Kalimba' playing in the air.
3. Shooting stars.
4. Their Holiness' lovely voice.
5. Their dog that Their Majesty calls "Siberian Husky" yes aka your big baby sitting on your lap.
The Cryo Archon letted out a a quiet gasp. "How could I have forgotten the melodies My Grace used to play..." she thought as she closed the book and putted it back to its shelf, her shoes clicking against the floor of her icy-cold palace.
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You hummed a song to yourself as you helped your friend build a wooden house in Minecraft. "Yo should we just do milk chocolate or dark chocolate planks?" You asked with a stupid grin on yoir face.
"Bitch you could've just said oak or dark oak planks... 😭" Your best friend said affectionately. And yet you deadass expect them to take you seriously when your like this. "But now im hungry wtf?" You both said in unison.
"Bruh."
"Bitch? Anygays wanna go to the kitchen together?"
"Sure~!" Y/b/f/n said in the gayest fucking way possible.
You both turn off your computers and went to the kitchen.
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You guys were eating (f/f) Y/b/f/n was eating it because you were eating it too :3 until a knock on the door rudely interrupted you guys' snacking session. "Stupid fucking door..." Y/b/f/n thought. How dare the person interrupt their precious time with you? But anyways, they go to the door open it, only to see a certain gingerhead whose alias is the literal opposite of what he is *EHEM* Child...
"Hello comarde! May I come in?"
"Yah, sure. 😐" Your bsf made some space for him to go through the door. "HOY (N/N), WE HAVE A VISITOR! PISTE KA" Y/b/f/n yelled at you.
"PISTE I HAVENT FINISHED MY FOOD" Tartaglia sweatdropped slightly as you cursed back before you took the last bite of your (f/f). You started to make you way into the living room. "Hah?"
"Oh? Is this your roomate, comrade?"
"Yas, this beautiful person over here is (Y/n), aka the other person you saw in that photo near the fireplace. 😍" Childe's smile faltered abit as he remembered how your bsf nearly made his skeleton jump by by saying that behind him. "Right..." But the moment he looked at you, his first thought was: "HOLY SHIT THEY LOOK MORE PRETTIER THAN THE PHOTO" He thought, not realizing he blushing like a fucking strawberry.
"Is bro ok...?" You almost had a hand on your mouth as you practically called one of the villians in the game one of the most casual terms you know.
"Nah. He'll be fineeee..."
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Eeeeeeee finally done!
【Part 7】
Published: July 2 2024. 3:21pm.
#genshin sagau#sagau#genshin impact sagau#genshin impact#genshin x reader#random#random stuff#sagau x reader#sagau genshin#genshin cult au
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Hihi! Can I pretty please get a Saint Peter x sinner!reader where reader visits heaven with Vaggie and Charlie. Peter and her (or them if readers written as gendernutural) kind of have a love at first sight moment? One shot if possible!
-self proclaimed anon ✖︎
ohoho I know of you anon!! Hopefully this is everything you wanted, made it a life at first sight to a small date between the two !!
cw: none really, brief mention of biblical saint Peter, no y/n used, gn! reader but is referred to as "pretty" once
word count: 1.4k
part 2 part 3 part 4
Holy Ground (Saint Peter x Sinner!Reader)
Now when Charlie suggested that you should join her and Vaggie to visit Heaven.. To say you were surprised would be quite the understatement. You ended up in Hell for a reason so the mere thought of seeing those pearly gates, well it was rather exciting! …And nerve-wracking.
Your belief in Charlie's venture for sinners to be redeemed was an interesting one for sure, a little sceptical, but seeing how enthused and determined the Princess was, well.. You were swayed, and hopefully redemption was on your near future bucket list.
Bidding a quick farewell to your fellow hotel inhabitants you stepped through the portal to face the blinding golden rays of Heaven and its gates.
Dumbfounded, you stared at the exterior, jaw slightly agape not quite fully listening to the couple besides you.
The only thing to break your focus,
“Hiya! Welcome to Heaven. Can I get your name, please?”
Snapping your head in an almost alarming rate to the source of the voice, you found yourself growing increasingly flustered.
The man before you was gorgeous, stunning even.. You weren't even sure if there were any words in the English lexicon to describe the ethereal man before you.
Turquoise eyes, curly blond hair, and an overly cheery, yet silly voice. You had hardly noticed the conversation between Charlie and the keeper of the key.
It was only when Vaggie nudged you with a quirked brow did you regain any sense of normalcy.
In a mild act of bravery you asked his name, it was only polite to do so. With a small surprised expression upon his face alongside a hardly noticeable blush, he went to answer but got interrupted by Sera instead, a small pout taking over his features as the attention was shifted to the two Serafim.
Saint Peter…
His name echoed in your mind. You knew him.. Well of him, one of Jesus’ apostles or something of the sort.. He was a lot different than you expected him to be…
a lot different
You gained a little bit more of intel about him through his song. Overly peppy, charismatic.. a little flirty too, it was rather surprising. Also the moaning during the song.. It felt almost sinful for an angel to do, or so you thought.
So when you, Vaggie, and Charlie split off to venture Heaven’s plaza, you decided it was only fair to scout down the only man who piqued your interest.
Thankfully, he wasn't stationed at his post, opting to reside at the ice cream plaza, sneaking up behind him and spoke a soft “Hi.”
Giggling, you watched him jolt in surprise as he turned to face you, a soft smile growing upon his features.
“Hiya! You're that Sinner accompanying.. Lucifer’s daughter, aren't you? I'm Saint Peter.. though you already know that! You're actually the first person ever to have asked my name at the gates so it took me for quite a surprise!! Oh I'm getting ahead of myself, what's your name?” He rambled.. Cute.
After giving your name to the angel, his smile only grew. “That's a delightful name! How did a pretty thing like you end up in Hell, from what I've seen so far you're up to Heaven's standards.” Peter spoke, subtly flirting.
It was rare for Peter to come in contact with sinners, the thought of how corrupt they must've been in life sent shivers down his spine, but there must've been something different about you.
What you didn't notice when you first arrived were turquoise eyes peering at you from the second your presence was known in Heaven.. Peter was enamoured. Sure everyone in Heaven was hot, he even stated so through song format, but there was a certain sparkle in your eyes when seeing the pearly gates which filled Peter with a sense of pride, his heart almost fluttered.
But then you asked his name.
An act of common courtesy, yet something in Peter’s millennia of existence had never experienced, people were typically so excited with the fact that they made it to Heaven, or wanted to see God, Jesus, a former lover or family member, even Adam. He was just the Keeper of the Key, what did he matter to them?
So asking for his name at the gates, well you may as well have just proposed on the spot, thank the lord he was able to hide his excitement and fluster.
Back to the present, your small blush wasn't unnoticed by the angel, in fact it only egged him on, “Come, sit! Have some ice cream with me, any flavours you prefer, we've got everything here!”
“Everything?” You questioned, taking a seat opposite the angel.
“Mhm! Anything you can imagine we've got. Pistachio, butter pecan, mint choco chip, birthday cake, anything!”
There was that sparkle in your eye again. “Woah..” You spoke breathlessly, “Down in Hell we, uh.. Don't really have ice cream… or anything particularly edible like there was on Earth. In fact I can't even remember the last time I even had ice cream.” You awkwardly laughed, causing Peter’s eyes to widen.
“Seriously?! I had heard things were… forgive my language, rather shitty down there.. But nothing edible?” He looked dumbfounded, how did you survive down there? He quickly perked up. “Well then! I insist, pick as many flavours as you like! My treat.”
“No no, you don't have t-” You were quickly cut off.
“My treat!”
Nodding, you chose the flavours you so desired, and promptly, the sundae glasses were placed in front of the two of you.
Taking your first bite, it was as if you were seeing Heaven… In a figurative sense, you were physically there after all. It was everything you had ever imagined and more.
Peter, watching you with a soft smile, was truly thinking how you ended up in Lucifer's grasp. You were as angelic as it came.
Conversation came easily to the two of you, even explaining the reason for your visit.. Rehabilitation for sinners?
It echoed in Peter's mind. Interesting, very interesting. It was never something that crossed his mind that Hell was overpopulated.
Enthused, stars in his eyes, Peter expressed his encouragement for the three of you. “Seriously? This is huge!! Would add a tonne of workload on me but, if anything, I think the first redeemed soul should be you! You've already shown so much potential, and frankly, I think you deserved to be here in the first place! With the evidence you mentioned Charlie has, there's no doubt that Sera will have to agree! Ooh this is so exciting!” He exclaimed, wings fluttering to match his energy.
“I know! I didn't have a lot of faith in Charlie at the beginning but, that girl is incredibly determined, I won't let this be another failed dream for her, she deserves this..” You spoke fondly, a small sigh escaping your lips before your eyes were filled with shock and realisation of Peter's words.
“Wait. I. What? You seriously think I could manage to get up here? I.. I'm not so sure about that, I haven't really shown any signs of change, or redemption.. I've just been myself the whole time I've been in Hell, well.. besides adapting to, well, everything.”
Peter could only flash you a smile, “Yeah. You deserve it, I'm not sure about these other residents of the hotel you've mentioned, but I'm sure they could make it up here with Charlie's guidance.”
You were stunned, if an important angel like Saint Peter could get on Charlie's side, then it would be no problem getting the Serafim to agree too! Maybe.
“Well, thank you, Peter.. Truly, I'm glad someone here agrees.” You smiled at him, arguably the most genuine smile you had held in your afterlife.
Taking your hand, Peter pressed a small kiss to the back of your hand. “It's no problem at all, anyways, that meeting should be starting soon, right? Best be getting there, Sera isn't fond of late comers.”
Flustered, you stood, holding your hand with your other, a small tingle lingering from his kiss. “R..Right! Well.. Hopefully I'll see you soon, Peter. Thank you”
And with that you left with a little pep in your step, which didn't go unnoticed by Peter, head resting in his hand as he watched you leave.
You made a mental promise to yourself ensuring your path to redemption came before anything else from then on.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#saint peter hazbin hotel#saint peter x reader#st peter x reader#blitzor0de0#hh x reader#saint peter x yn#saint Peter x you#saint peter hazbin#hazbin hotel saint peter x reader#hazbin hotel saint peter x you
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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬!!
pairing(s): implied billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, randy meeks, tatum riley + sidney prescott x gn!reader
warning(s): none, just billy being a dick as per usual lol. some slight mentions of dog shelters. (if you’re anything like me it hurts your heart thinking about places like that)
BILLY
• Is this man necessarily a pet person? No.
• Billy will literally tell you to get a fucking grip if you cry over a fish..
THIS MAN IS AS BLUNT AS THEY COME. CMON NOW.
• He finds cats more peaceful than any other animals.
• He’d much rather a kitty cat being able to snuggle with him than a dog drooling all over the place..
(This most certainly changes the minute you show him the crazy ass cat compilations 😭)
• Billy hates nothing more than people giving pets (dogs specifically) the most dumbass names. Buddy, Max, Milo, you know where i’m getting at, lol.
• If you have a baby lizard, he actually enjoys sitting holding the little creature as it slowly moves around on his hand. (I LOVE LIZARDS SM MAN)
• Though this is him if any animal comes into your room and pisses him off:
• OH BILLY BOY YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE..
STUUUU
• SMOTHERS YOUR PETS WITH EVERY BIT OF AFFECTION HE HAS IN HIS BIG OL’ HEART!
• Dances with your snake around his neck to Britney Spears’ “I’m a Slave 4 U” playing in the background.
• Yes this man will honor Britney in any way he can, shush..
• There’s a few animals he’s allergic to so he might be a lil sneezy here and there.
• His eyes get that red and puffed up until the point Billy thinks he’s fucking high or smth..
• But if he loves one of those animals THAT much he’ll just buy allergy meds and tell himself to suck it up.
• Giggles at the vids of dog owners letting their pooches stand up and dance with them.
(So much so, he tries it with your dog himself)
• Has a special thing for Labradors and Great Danes!
• Nah, spiders are def a big NO NO..
“Hey babe, look!” You said, both hands open wide as a fat, hairy black creature sat in the middle of them.
Stu stared at you from the other couch, standing up as he began to back away. “Nah, put that shit down.”
“BUT LOOK.”
“BABE STO-”
• Cannot go into a dog shelter whatsoever. Even if the pair of you were to find one perfect for you guys, his heart aches for the other ones being left behind.
• Would love nothing more than to lay down with a dozen puppies crawling on top of him whilst he plays with the little cuties. OMG.
MICKEY
• I just know y’all would have a black cat named Salem.
• Takes multiple pics of husky puppies in the snow.
• Feels all fuzzy inside when you say you’re the “Momma” of your shared pet and he’s the “Daddy”
• Always lets your pets sleep at the bottom of the bed with you two! (Maybe even further up and snuggled in if he’s feeling particularly nice that day)
• When he’s not busy with his film studies, he’ll watch some movies with your furry friend, letting them sit on his lap whilst stroking/patting the cuddly creature.
• I imagine he wouldn’t necessarily bother with getting a pet that’s not a house cat or a regular dog. But if you decided to go out and get something extremely different from those two sorts, he’d probably be intrigued to see what it was and what it could do.
RANDY
• Randy is most certainly someone who doesn’t mind animals. He’s the kind of person who wants one for the sake of having some extra company.
• He has a golden Labrador of his own, so he certainly won’t be fussed if you tell him you have a dog.
• Stu threw a bit of meat onto Randy’s back without him noticing. Well, until he was screaming when he realised a fucking PIT BULL had been chasing him half way down the goddamn street!
That sort of messed up his thoughts on certain dog breeds for quite a while..
• Unlike Billy, Randy LOVES having popular dog names for his pooch. In fact, Buster is actually the name of his doggie!! :D
• No joke, if you tell this man you have a Tarantula he will avoid your house at all costs. ALL. COSTS.
• He would try and phone you to have a movie night and it would go a lil something like this:
“Hey, my mom’s out of town and Martha went to her friend’s house for the night, you wanna come over? I picked up some movies when I was finishing my shift earlier. I was thinking a horror seeing as it’s fall, ya know?”
“Don’t be silly! Come over to mine! I’ve got Halloween and plenty of snacks at the ready! Jamie Lee Curtis, hello?” You giggled.
“Uh- you know what babe I think i’m *COUGH* coming down w- with um- something.”
“Wait wha-”
“LOVE YOU, BYEEEEEE!!”
• No matter how much begging you do, he’s not coming over.
*You, Randy, Tatum, Stu, Sid and Billy walking home*
“Who’s house are we having that dumbass ‘movie marathon’ at tonight?” Billy snorted.
Randy gave him a look of pure offence. “Hey! It’s not dumb! It’s a HORROR marathon!! That’s what people do in October, Billy. Jesus.”
“Whatever.”
Tatum glanced towards you. “Y/n, I was thinking your house because you have the full Nightmare on Elm Street boxset-”
“ADIOS!” Randy shouted, practically sprinting back the way you lot had already came.
“PUSSY!!” Stu added with a loud echo of booming laughter.
TATUM
• Tatum loves animals so much, especially BUNNIES!
• As much as she may like your animals who are fluffy as HELL, she always carries a lint roller around with her. She hates hairs on her skirt.. (I feel you girl 🥲)
• Does not understand why so many girls freak out at dogs licking their faces. She knows it’s their way of giving affection like chill out??
• Her and Dewey had rabbits as kids, so don’t be surprised if she gets extra excited over the fact you have some aswell, hehe.
• Always asks if she can pet people’s dogs in public. If they appear friendly enough, of course.
• Snakes are definitely not her thing, so if you have one, perhaps keep it hidden when she comes over.
• She’ll try and get you to let her hold your rabbit whilst you watch a movie. (I mean, why not?)
SIDNEY
• Sidney is 110% a cat lover. So much so, when Christmas time came around, you decided to gift her a little kitten as a thank you for how supportive she always is towards you.
• It would be a beautiful little grey kitty named Daisy. And I imagine Sid would definitely spend time with her 24/7. Daisy was one of the only things that made Sidney truly happy, despite you, of course.
• She likes dogs too! She’ll always giggle her head off if your dog gets overexcited when she comes around to visit.
• Literally finds mini turtles so fucking cute. (She is definitely interested to see unordinary pets too!!)
• Much like Stu and Randy, our girl Sid is a big fan of Labradors. Especially black ones. She finds them beautiful creatures, standing proudly with their big chocolate brown eyes.
hey guys! headcanon requests are open if you’d like to see some specific types of hcs with a certain one of these lovely characters! remember to drink plenty of water and take care of yourselves! i love you my darlings, you are always welcome to have kj’s blog as your safe place. always. <3
#scream#billy loomis#stu macher#mickey altieri#randy meeks#tatum riley#sidney prescott#headcanons#FLUFF<3#scream 1#scream 2#pet hcs!#hcs#fluff#character headcanons#ghastlyfilters#scream 1996#scream 1997#skeet ulrich#matthew lillard#timothy olyphant#jamie kennedy#rose mcgowan#neve campbell#ghostface#scream x reader
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⸝⸝⸝ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞… | albedo x gn!reader
prompt ˎˊ˗ | albedo helps you... study.
warnings/notes! ˎˊ˗ | fluff, highschool au, albedo is your tutor ♥
(a/n) ˎˊ˗ | another request by @eaeaeasaggresively (please oh lord why must you love albedo so)
"4 failed classes... two classes with a barely passing grade of just one point... 20 missed assignments and a multitude of failed tests..." Albedo's expression remained the same. "...I can see why you might need my help."
"Yeah..." Laughing awkwardly at the platinum blonde male, you slid into the seat across from him, sighing. "About that..."
"There's no need to be so nervous." Albedo mirrored your gesture before rummaging through his schoolbag. After a brief moment, the male fished out several study papers and textbooks and stacked them up on the table between you two. "After all, I'm here to help."
"Mhm." You pulled out the mechanical pencil you had brought, mind already starting to drift elsewhere before another action caught your eye. Albedo, moving his chair next to yours, so close that the two of you almost bumped shoulders.
"Okay, what exactly do you need help with?" If he noticed your sudden flustered state, he didn't seem to pay any heed.
"Ah- y-you're letting me choose? Uhm... how about science then? I mean- if you're okay with it...!" As discretely as possible, you had a silent mental breakdown, not sure whether to move closer to Albedo or scoot further away. From your dazed state, you could make out Albedo's pristine features as he smiled.
"I'm okay with that. Science is my passion. You shouldn't have any problems with me around." He gave you a small smile, an uncommon sight for you to behold. Nevertheless, you cherished it with a red face and frantic demeanor.
"Let's start with the basics then. So for factoring chemical equations you'll have to..." His serene voice faded into the background, a welcome addition to the white noise buzzing inside your head as you focused on his focused expression. His features were relaxed, and his teal eyes sparkled from the sunlight streaming into the classroom. Albedo's blonde hair was brushed elegantly into his usual style, as he wrote some notes onto a sheet of paper - notes that, as of the moment, weren't exactly your highest priority.
"...And that's about it. Does it make sense? What should I teach you next?"
"Kiss."
"...Sorry?"
"Teach me how to kiss."
The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. Your mind had already wandered far from the original topic, which didn't help you stayed focused. Yet, the utterly shocked look on the male's face was almost worth it.
"Is... Is that what you want?"
Was he... blushing? You must be mistaken. Albedo, dubbed as the prince of the school, was a polite but cold person, and the fact that he had smiled in front of you was already enough. Yet... there was no doubt, the light dust of red across his expression... you felt your heart skip a beat just at the sight of it.
"And if I say yes?"
"Then this is my answer."
With ease, the man leaned forward, closing the short gap between the two of you and sending warmth shooting across your body. You could feel his lips against yours, a sensation that just about seemed to overload all your nerves. Heart pounding as the world faded away, you peeked open your eyes just the tiniest bit - you had kept them closed out of pure shock and flusteredness - and saw a sight you wouldn't regret.
As the sun peeked over the clouds in the sky outside, glowing beams streaming through the windows into the empty classroom, Albedo's hair sparkled like golden thread. The gentle, almost wobbly smile that had spread across his face wasn't enough to distract you from his slightly flushed cheeks and ears. His eyes opened as he pulled away, lashes fluttering as he revealed his beautiful, azure blue eyes which you had come to adore.
You had to catch your breath before you spoke, the rush in your ears and racing of your heart roaring loudly. Thankfully, Albedo took your place, widening his smile gracefully as he kissed you one more time, taking your hand in his before meeting it to his lips.
"Full marks."
#★ ˎˊ˗ mondaymelon#albedo genshin impact#albedo x y/n#albedo genshin x reader#albedo x reader#albedo#albedo kreideprinz#gi albedo#genshin fanfic#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#genshin x you#genshin fluff#albedo fluff#genshin imagines#genshin high school au#highschool au#character x reader#x reader#x gn reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#albedo x you#genshin impact fluff#genshin x y/n#genshin x reader#genshin albedo#albedo gi#albedo genshin#genshin fanfiction
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𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈?
epilogue of and her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest
Pairing: Arlecchino x gn!Minister of Justice!Reader
Genres: fluff :)
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: brief scene of murder, blood
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THREE MONTHS LATER
The silence permeating the theater was only broken by the projection of a young man's voice from the stage. Manon sat to your right, her incredibly warm hand in yours. The light from the stage reflected boldly in her dark eyes, caused by the proximity of your booth to the stage.
She had sponsored the production, after all, so she and her partner deserved the best seats in the house.
Her eyes squinted in concentration, analyzing Lyney's words and performance. She had told you that Lynette always did her job well, but occasionally her brother would cause problems.
Manon was a heavy critic of those that worked for her, and as a Harbinger, nothing short of perfection would suffice.
As Lynette rose from the water, demonstrating one of her infamous escapes, Lyney reported her success and the audience applauded. Your partner clapped slowly and measuredly, her eyes softening yet her posture remaining heavy.
She had many burdens resting on her angular shoulders, and you did your best to aid her when you could. Tonight was an example.
When the siblings retreated behind the curtain, and a soft melody fell upon the theatre, Manon’s gaze met yours as the crowd exited.
“I promise you that we will be on our way soon, chère, I simply have to host a small meeting.”
A flicker of knowing rested in your eyes as she departed, walking straight for the backstage doors. As she vanished behind the dark wood, you stood and strolled slowly to the base of the stage. The golden lights still shown brightly, and you found yourself mesmerized.
You never had opportunities to visit the theatre as a child, much less when you arrived at the orphanage. Even when you became a high member of the Court, you never found time to witness the art your nation held so dear. You supposed it was simply a part of being Manon’s lover – she was a puppeteer and performer herself, with money and tactics that could provide you with anything you wanted. Proof that the Fatui’s reach was vast, and their grip was unmoveable.
Now that the theatre was clear, your steps echoed as you climbed the ornate steps to the stage. Vibrant reds and golds shone large before you as you felt the infectious energy of being on the famous platform. You turned your back to the seats and brought your hands to the edges of the decorated tank. The water sat still, and you remained the only person in the space.
Dipping your right hand into the water, you brought your arm back sharply and watched as the drops paused in the air. They floated and waited for a command as you gathered more of the clear liquid. With grand conducting movements, you entranced a non-existent crowd. The water flowed gently throughout the theatre, seemingly having a personality of its own. You watched as it danced and flitted about, similar to how it would back when you used to perform for other children in Mélodie des Vagues.
A simple tune rose from you in coordination with the fluid sound of the water’s movement.
The strong yet gentle grasp of limber fingers on your hips broke your daze, yet the water did not fall from its fantastical show.
“You’ll have to try harder than that, belle flamme,” you teased, turning your head slightly to meet her gaze.
“I suppose so,” she retorted, taking your hands in hers and spinning you back into her direction.
The meeting must have gone well – Manon was always more playful when things went according to plan.
She released one of your hands and small flames began blossoming from her palm. They burned warm and powerfully, flowing through the theater to caper with the water in the air. A spectacle of opposition and unity – coexistence despite nature.
Taking Manon’s hand back, you positioned yourself in the start of a familiar dance.
“Won’t you entertain me for a moment?” you questioned, hope in your eyes.
“Always,” your partner responded, solidifying her position with a small smile on her face.
It was one of the many evenings you spent alone, executing an intuitive dance that would come to you. Her hands would move across you in gliding movements as you strongly shifted across the stage. From a turn with her gloved hand over the side of your neck to resting and casting you in a spin from your hip. She moved with purpose and touched with intent, leaving you caught in the dazzling whirlwind of her plans. Eventually a soft melody fell from your lips, a tune echoing your dance. It was a song you heard when Manon first brought you to the theatre – a performance of the tale of two lovers who had become bitter, yet still felt affection and care for each other despite their actions. The lyrics blossomed from memory revealing their true sentiments as they argued and tried to make love prevail. Soon Manon’s voice joined yours, deeper and just as ardent as yours.
With a final flourish into her arms, you wrapped your hands around the back of her neck. Water returned to its tank as her little flames swirled around you, brushing against your face yet never burning – a welcome warmth. Clapping could be heard from the middle of the seating as your surprised gaze landed on Manon’s spies.
“A wondrous spectacle, truly! How marvelously you perform together,” Lyney teased, walking backward to the exit of the theatre where his sibling waited.
“Unless you would like to be dismissed, I recommend that you leave immediately,” she stated authoritatively.
He raised his hands in surrender and sped up his pace, not in the mood to challenge his boss.
When they exit the doors, Manon sighed.
“I apologize for the behavior of my subordinates.”
“No need, ma chère, I always love to get a glimpse into your world.”
She sighed lightly, and affection rested in her eyes as she brought one of her hands to your cheek. Running her thumb across the skin, she kissed your forehead lovingly.
“Are you ready for dinner?” she asked softly, to which you nodded.
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Dinner had unfortunately been forgotten as you walked the lamp lit streets of Brume de Lys with Manon by your side. Your arm was linked with hers, and to any onlooker you would appear as a charming couple – the Minister of Justice and their Harbinger partner. In all actuality however, you were stalking your victim of the night. A man by the name of Frédéric le Vainqueur in his circles – his surname was unknown and unimportant to you. The Court wished for him to be executed, and for it to appear as if he had been mauled and left at the riverside.
You followed him together at the next turn, talking and occasionally giggling idly. When you neared the last alley before the bridge, you turned to your partner and started pondering aloud if you were lost. After a moment, you ran to the man and asked if he knew where the restaurant you planned to dine at was. While he tried to aid you, Manon gripped him from behind and brought him into the darkness of the alley.
You stood at the entrance and watched intently as the Harbinger began using her signature method of disposal. You summoned water coating the sides of the street to fill his mouth and gargle his screams. Not that it mattered for long – Manon always made quick work of her targets.
She huffed as she walked over to you, blackened and blood-soaked hands reaching for yours. You followed behind her to the body, standing to the side to prepare to lift him up and shift him over to the edge of the bridge. Your partner followed suit, and together you quickly carried the corpse to the disposal location. An officer would be nearby soon to patrol the area, and would send report and confirmation of your deeds to the Court.
Taking Manon’s hands in your once again, you placed a soft kiss on each one, the harsh yet welcome taste of copper fresh on your lips. One of her hands curled underneath your chin, her thumb and index finger raising your head. She placed a firm and vehement kiss on your lips, licking the blood off of your bottom lip gently as she departed.
When she gazed at you beneath the moonlight, covered in red and still illuminated with beauty, you knew that you finally found all the love that you wanted in her. Whether she was the Knave, Arlecchino, Marie Donnadieu, or Manon, you would remain at her side forevermore.
FIN
#coff writes for genshin🍵#ahhbshc#and her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest#genshin fanfic#genshin arlecchino#genshin impact fatui#genshin spoilers#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin x y/n#fatui arlecchino#arlecchino x reader#arlecchino#fatui harbingers#genshin impact x you#genshin impact x reader
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Troy (2004) Masterlist
Requests for this movie are permanently open.
Pending requests - 6
Oneshots
Battle Scars - (Platonical) Hector x Sister Reader
Our Strenght Lies in Family - (Platonical) Paris x Sister Reader x Hector
Imaginary Feats - Patroclus x Trojan Princess Reader
Silent Pray - Part 1 - Part 2 - Chryseis and Odysseus centered movieverse retelling of the Illiad’s startpoint / oneshot spreaded in two parts.
The Daughter of the Priest - Part 1 - Continuation for “ Silent Pray.”
Fool - ( Pre War) Paris x Healer Reader
Songs of Sailors - Platonical (Family) relationships of the trojan royals and allusions to different romantic pairings.
Pairings Mentioned: Helen x Paris (most mentioned), (Implied) Patroclus x Trojan Princess Reader, (Implied) Achilles x Briseis, Hector x Andromache.
Faith or Facts - Hector x Greek Seer!Reader (Female)
The Insolence of Beauty - Post quarrel, Agamemnon centered.
For Honor and Love - Helen x Paris (requested)
Into a New Life - Paris x Spartan Servant!Reader (requested)
For a Love Like This - Paris x (fem) Warrior!Reader (requested)
Undying Legends - Achilles x Princess!Reader (requested)
Accomplices - Patroclus x GN Reader (requested)
The Last Challenger - Ajax x Fem Reader (requested)
Borrowed Bride - Achilles x (fem) Trojan!Reader
A Thousand Times - Paris x Fem Reader (requested)
Anonymous Hero - Hector x Fem Warrior!Reader (requested)
Personal Guard - Eudorus (Fem) Shy Reader (requested)
Third Fate - Achilles x Fiancee!Reader (requested)
Things that will grant me your love - Paris x (Fem) Reader (requested)
The Curse of Poseidon - Paris x Helen Merman AU (requested)
Concealed Fighter - Hector x Wife!Reader / Achilles x Captive!Reader
The Veiled One - Ajax x (Fem)Reader (requested)
Our Fight - Hector x (Fem)Reader (requested)
Artists of Deception - Odysseus x Wife!Reader (requested)
Eternal Courtship - Achilles x (Fem)Captive!Reader (requested)
Matured Desire - Achilles x (Fem) Reader smut (requested)
By Duty and Chance - Hector x (Fem) Reader (requested)
His Weakness - Achilles x (Fem)Reader
A Man of Honor - Odysseus x Trojan Princess!Reader (requested)
From the Deepness of the Sea - Hector x Siren!Reader (requested)
The Wave’s Caress - Achilles x (Fem)Reader (requested)
In These Arms - Achilles x (Fem) Reader
Headcanons
Achilles’ Type (requested)
-Achilles + Patroclus’ turnoffs/dislikes (requested)
- Achilles reacting to a Belle-like town’s freak (requested)
Preferences
- Reactions to your singing
- How they comfort you when the war is bringing you down
-Their Types (Fem partner version)
Achilles x Mycenaean Princess!Reader Series
Part 1 - The Bride’s Misery
Part 2 - Fame and Tales
Part 3 - The Veil Trick
Part 4 - To Make a Difference
Part 5 - Family Matters.
Part 6 - A Curse, a Plot and a Rushed Farewell
Part 7 - Invisible Influence
Part 8 - The Rejected Side
Part 9 - Consecration.
Part 10 - Royal Treatment
Part 11 - Aligned Improvements.
Part 12 - The Weight of Words.
Part 13 - Occulted Relic
Part 14 - Goodbye Encounters
Part 15 - Separations, welcomes and the story of an avoidable disaster
Part 16 - Service to Good Judgement.
Part 17 - Galatea and a Maenad fighting in the second front
Part 18 - The Enygm of the Horse Emblem
Part 19 - No Space for Loneliness.
Part 20 - The Games.
Part 21 - The Man of Aphrodite
Part 22 - Diverted Course
Part 23 - Golden Chains
Part 24 - Loving in the Shadows
Part 25 - The Trial of Achilles
Drabbles
Calm After the Storm - Odysseus x Reader
Divine Beauty - Paris x Reader
A Breath of Life - Patroclus x Gender Neutral Reader (Requested)
The Right Way - Achilles x (Fem)Reader (Requested)
#troy 2004#troy#troy 2004 x reader#troy fanfiction#achilles x reader#hector of troy x reader#paris of troy x reader#patroclus x reader#odysseus x reader#eudorus x reader#ajax x reader
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Heizou as your streamer boyfriend
Heizou as your streamer boyfriend
Genshin Impact
Shikanoin Heizou x gn reader
wc: 1,799
Notes: I will pay to see Heizou raging at a backseat gamer. Overall cuteness sprinkled with some spice because I’m a horny bastard ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
Back to Masterlist C
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ♡ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
You were surprised when he told you he’s a streamer. How does he have time to fit that in with his busy job??
Well he manages, and you followed him embarrassingly fast once he told you his name on Twitch.
Tuning into his streams brings you so much joy. His community is really chill albeit super horny and you’ve found that you fit right in.
His Twitch name is Cyclone and he calls his chat ‘His detectives.’
You eagerly open up Twitch once you get the notification that Heizou has gone live. “Hello, my little detectives. Have any new leads for me today?”
The way you clutched your chest as your heart skipped a beat.
Swoon.
One time he told chat when he’ll go live just to go live an hour earlier. What was he doing that whole hour? Just chatting. Chat asked Heizou any question they wanted and he answered. Too bad for the majority that only a handful of chatters showed up, including yourself.
Once more people started flooding in, Heizou ended the stream to delete the Vod before he began a new stream at his usual time.
To say chat was flabbergasted is an understatement.
What was discussed has surprisingly been kept under wraps to this day. It’s a secret kept between you and the other chatters present that day, and as a result the few of you that were present became closer.
You guys love to tease the detectives about it sometimes.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
After Heizou told you about his stream he made you a mod and introduced you to the community. Chat welcomed you with open arms but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing for you.
One thing you pick up on pretty quick is how much he HATES backseat gaming. He has explicitly given you instructions to ban people who backseat game after one warning. He has even gone out of his way mid game to pull up chat and ban backseat gamers.
One time he got so mad he was visibly raging on stream which resulted in you crying tears of laughter, but you don’t tell him that.
You’re surprised when you find out you’re only one of three mods on his channel. Who are the other two?
One goes by ‘TheOneAndOnikabuto’ and they’re a bit… chaotic. You two have executed numerous pranks and trolls on Heizou, but he lets you two get away with it.
The other mod isn’t there as often but they’re super chill and dependable. They ban with a swiftness so sometimes you don’t even finish reading the problematic message before the person’s banned. They go by ‘TheGuidingStars.’ Apparently two people use the account.
Off Stream Heizou will sometimes reminisce on funny stream moments with you.
Heizou tells you that he’s told chat he’s already taken, but if you’re comfortable and you want to, he’ll tell chat that you’re his partner. He’s content either way if you wish to reveal yourself or keep that between the two of you.
The mods know of course, and surprisingly TheOneAndOnikabuto hasn’t spilled the beans already. Although he apparently hates beans so that works in your favor.
‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵
One day Heizou arranged a fun outing so all the mods could meet up irl. You were apprehensive at first but knowing not only Heizou but TheOneAndOnikabuto would be there put your mind at ease.
Apparently the ‘TheOneAndOnikabuto’ goes by Itto and he’s, well, very chaotic irl. Which was expected.
Meeting ‘TheGuidingStars’ wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. They’re twins who go by Aether & Lumine, and you hit it off pretty well with them.
Heizou likes to play RPGS, especially one’s where there’s a mystery going on with unanswered questions. After you recommended he play Persona 4 Golden, Heizou went CRAZY. He adores the cast and has fun trying to determine who the killer is.
Funny enough, when he told you his suspicions off stream he was 100% on the money but you didn’t tell him that lest he turn his backseat gaming rage on you.
It became a bit of an inside joke with the frequent chatters, but one time a particular person was being a bit TOO open about their admiration for your pretty boyfriend. After another horny comment from said person you didn’t even think twice before banning them.
Immediately you felt a bit ashamed at how fast you acted, but the feeling of relief overrode your other emotions. That is, until Heizou pointed out that the comments were no longer appearing. After he checked and saw that they were banned, he KNEW it was you but he decided to act innocent.
“I wonder which mod banned them? Shall we try and solve this case my little detectives?” Heizou had the audacity to pull up a poll for chat to vote. After the poll ended Heizou burst into laughter when your name was at the top of the list. Funny enough, Itto was second and close in votes to you.
Heizou decided to “take a hydration break” after the poll and it only took a few moments before he made his way over to you. You tried to hide from him but he was quick to remove the device you were using to watch his stream from your view.
“Is someone jealous of a horny stranger in my chat? Hmm?“ His smug words only served to irritate you, so your reply was “No. It just irritated me how they were having such lewd thoughts about you. I mean, I don’t blame them, but at the end of the day only I can have those thoughts about you.” Your confident reply only makes his grin grow wider and the distance between the two of you close.
“Well, if that’s how you feel I have no qualms with the ban. Although… why don’t you put those thoughts of yours into action?” Heizou’s breathy whisper brushes against your cheek, and you’re the one who eagerly closes the miniscule distance between your lips and his inviting ones.
As much as Heizou physically ached to continue making out with you, he only indulged you for a few moments more like 5 minutes before he returned to stream to tell his detectives that he’ll return at a later date.
Chat was more than suspicious for the sudden end to the livestream since he seemed a little out of breath and his hair was a bit disheveled, but overall they found the whole situation funny.
As soon as the stream ended Heizou’s lips became glued to yours once again. You can’t help but feel a bit smug since you know you’re the only one who can make him feel this way.
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After you feel comfortable in his community he invites you, Itto, Lumine, & Aether to play games with him on stream.
The first time you talked on stream you were so nervous that your palms were sweaty, but when you saw the positive feedback from chat about how “Attractive” and “Cute” your voice sounds your nerves vanished into thin air.
Itto made the first joint gaming session more chaotic than it needed to be, but otherwise everyone had a good time and the detectives took a liking to Heizou playing with his mods.Soon it became more of a regular thing. Sometimes Heizou even invited chat to join in on the games.
One time Heizou was openly flirting with you in game, and before you two knew it, chat was actively shipping you two. Off stream, Itto and Lumine love to tease you two about it. Aether’s more chill but he tends to catch you off guard with his blunt comments. “The sexual tension between the two of you was so intense that I felt it through the screen. Next time you two should just get off stream and go make out already.” The way your jaw dropped-
If you ever show interest in streaming on your own channel, Heizou is all for whatever you decide to do. If you DO make your own channel, he’s literally always in your stream. Always. Even if he’s currently streaming he’ll pull up your stream on something else to watch.
One time he literally watched your stream with his chat while he ate.
He’s your first and most trustworthy mod. You hardly see toxicity in your chat, and that’s hard to achieve.
Although, you have noticed how fast he’ll time out others who write thirsty comments about you. You start dying of laughter on stream when a long message from Heizou pops up in chat @‘ing an extremely down bad chatter before he bans them.
Your communities have a FIELD DAY with that clip.
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Heizou’s chatters aren’t called his “little detectives” for nothing. In his discord server, the one he made for his community, you read all the evidence they have for their theory that you & Heizou are dating.
You sit down and scroll through the evidence with Heizou as you two laugh together. It’s almost scary how spot on his detective's intuition is. If you decide it’s time to tell the detectives that you two are dating, Heizou is elated. He devises the perfect way to tell them. However, if you choose not to say anything he’s content with that as well.
Heizou waits for his next livestream to tell his detectives that they cracked the case.
When he finally breaks the news he does it in such a subtle way that even YOU almost didn’t catch it. Chat blows up with messages of “WE ALREADY KNEW” and “omg I told you so !!”
Your favorite comment is from Itto himself, who says “What!? They’re dating?” with such an incredulous tone in his voice that you would’ve believed he never knew if you didn’t know any better. You hear Heizou’s raucous laughter from the other room and your laughter soon joins him to create a wonderful harmony of love.
You hop on his stream for a moment to say hi to chat, and they start gushing at how cute you two are together.
Thankfully, his chat is very supportive of you two.
They were already making cute ship stuff with you & Heizou, with his permission mind you, but now they make cute couple compilations of you two that you guys watch together during cozy nights.
Overall, Heizou as your streamer boyfriend? Top tier.
P.S: He ups his flirting game with you tenfold on stream. Sometimes even Itto has to tell him to tone it down or go offline to handle his “horny business.” Everyone is both equally flabbergasted and amused when Heizou actually ends the stream with a brief “See you next time, my little detectives.”
When you look up to see him making quick strides towards you, you're more than ready to accept whatever he has to offer.
#shikanoin heizou x you#heizou x y/n#heizou x reader#heizou x you#heizou x reader fluff#shikanoin heizou x reader#shikanoin heizou x gn reader#heizou x gn reader#reader insert#xreader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin x y/n#genshin impact x y/n#genshin gn reader
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Building Castles in the Sky
cw. pre!release, gn!reader, step 2, hurt & comfort
pairing. tamarack x reader
notes. this has been in my head since the step 2 demo inclusion first popped off and with frederick and nichole's design and info being released, i wanted to write this even more. i have so many OL thoughts but i wanted to get this one out first
It starts when you hear the tell-tale sound of pebbles hitting the rails of your window.
It's a school night, Thursday to be exact. Or at least it still should be, it could be Friday now. And while you're no fan of Riverview Peak High, every high school student loves Friday. Once those school bells rang, you'd be free to spend the rest of your weekend as you chose.
Maybe you'd laze around in bed all day.
Or maybe you, Tamarack and Serenity will spend a good chunk of it together, gossiping all the while.
The tinge of sleep had just begun to take you when the sound of soft clicks against your window started up. Sleep had left you easily in exchange for warm excitement, there's only one person you knew who hit the rail of your window that accurately.
You climb out of bed and open your window, unsurprised to see Tamarack sheepishly waving at you in the darkness. You wave back with a smile of your own.
Even if it was dark with the moon barely visible through the clouds, you feel like you can still see every feature that makes Tamarack Baumann 'Tamarack Baumann'.
You know she's wearing her dark blue pajamas covered in moons and stars. You see her berry-red eyes and even if it is dark you know her hair is still shining the autumn gold it's shone ever since you were children. Tamarack Baumann is one who has been painted in the colors of autumn ever since you were children, maybe even from before you've known her. You've loved her from the very start.
"I met a girl I'm gonna marry!" You remember telling your mother the very first day you moved to Golden Grove. While your mother brushed it off as puppy love in her amusement, that vow exists even now.
Tamarack Baumann is going to be your wife one day.
Thoughts of weddings and old promises are swept to the wayside when you see Tamarack's gesture to a pair of paper cups in her hand. You nod and prepare for her accurate-as-always toss. The cups were her idea when you were still young elementary schoolers and Tamarack was more wild child than nervous.
4 years later, you have yet to grow out of them.
When the cup that has your name crudely written across it in fading crayon reaches your hand, you smile fondly. "Why hello, Miss Baumann," you begin poshly yet softly, much like how Qiu used to format their introductions. "What are you doing up this fine autumn evening?"
Her giggles are music to your ear, "why I could ask you the same thing."
"This isn't about me," you chuckle softly. Maybe you found yourself a bit distracted playing Pokemon White Version to fall asleep. The grind to become the very best like no one ever was never stops, not even on a school night.
A comfortable silence falls over you both and you sigh, content. Until you notice Tamarack's fidgeting, her index finger and thumb rubbing against her hair. A nervous tick you've noticed since you were 11. "Is something up?"
"No, everything's okay," Tamarack replies almost immediately. It's a bit too quickly for you to be reassured in any capacity. "I just wanted to hear your voice, that's all."
"Tamarack," you look at Tamarack from where you stand, slouched over your window sill. You see her clearly even if she's mostly obscured by the gloom of the night. You know she is wearing her dark blue pajamas covered in moon and stars. You know her shining autumn gold hair is pulled into pigtails with soft, pastel blue bobbles. And you know her berry-red eyes don't have their usual shine. "What's wrong?"
There's a pause and you see Tamarack shuffling, unsure. You remain silent, patient as ever while you wait for your friend to find her voice.
"My parents are coming to visit," Tamarack says at last, voice thick with emotion. Your blood feels as chilly as the autumn wind. Six words packed with more pressure than any unsuspecting person would realize. "I heard Omi arguing with them on the phone again."
Tamarack's living in the cozy town where everybody knows everybody has always meant to be temporary. It's been that way from the very beginning, noticeable even when you were young children.
Tamarack's room has never been her room. It's just where she sleeps at her grandparents'.
The house she has spent the past 4 years living in is just that, a house. Not a home.
Because at some point in her stay, Tamarack's parents will come to Golden Grove and take their daughter back to the big city. The only reason she hasn't yet is simply because something always came up in the pursuit of her parents' academics.
Frederick and Nichole Baumann are anxiety-inducing anomalies in the peaceful life you've built in Golden Grove. They are scholars first and foremost and that takes precedence over everything, even their own daughter to a considerable extent. They love Tamarack, you know this. It's why they had her in the first place, that's how parents work.
Mr. and Mrs. Lin wanted a child to love so they had Qiu.
Your mother wanted a child to love so she went and made it happen on her own, no partners needed.
Dr. and Dr. Baumann, as they insist on being referred to, wanted Tamarack too.
So the logical part of your brain knows it's fair for them to decide on a whim if they want to take Tamarack back. At least, that's the conclusion you forced yourself to come to after listening to your mother and Mrs. Lin talking about the Baumann family drama in private. Tamarack is the girl you know you'll marry in the future but she isn't yours, not truly.
She can't be taken away from you if she wasn't really yours to begin with.
Yet it still hurts to think that one day you'll wake up and that will be the day Tamarack's parent decide is the day. That you'll see their car you now know fearfully to well after so many visits and see Tamarack's bags being shoved into it. That the last time you'll see Tamarack in person, it will be Tamarack waving tearfully from a car window while you try not to cry yourself.
If that thought is scary for you, you know it's doubly terrifying for Tamarack who grows more and more unsure of her place in Golden Grove each year. Does she adamantly demand to stay in Golden Grove when she knows it's meant to be temporary? Does she leave with her parents even if she doesn't feel like that's the right choice either?
This is the fork in the road she's been stuck choosing between since she came to Golden Grove. Which path should Tamarack Baumann take if she herself doesn't know what she wants?
Tamarack loves her parents and she loves her Omi and Opa. But through the Baumanns, you've learned sometimes loving someone isn't enough to make everything magically better.
The sound of Tamarack's choked sobs only serve to make you more sure of your theory.
"I'm coming over," you tell her.
"W-what?" Tamarack sniffs in surprise, but you're already throwing your cup back in her direction and running to grab your shoes.
This isn't the first time you've snuck over to Tamarack's home and this likely won't be the last. So you stick your leg over your window sill, cautiously stepping on the asphalt shingle roofing of your home, lowering yourself enough that you can drop to the ground. You ignore the minor ache of your ankles and press on. Leaves crunch under your feet and you shudder from the sudden lack of warmth.
Once you reach the tree on the side of the closest to Tamarack's side of the house, you carefully climb it. Every placement of your hand on the cool bark familiar, every knot you push off against as stable as it was the last. All until you finally reach Tamarack's window where she's made room for you to let yourself in.
You latch onto each other, the chill of your favorite season still in your bones but the warmth of Tamarack's body against yours is an immediate neutralizer.
Her fingers dig into your back with a frightening grip, nose buried in your shoulder, "what if it's serious this time?"
"It doesn't matter," your voice is more sturdy than you actually feel. Your palms are sweaty and your mind is racing a million miles per hour, your heart even more so. You hope she can't tell how nervous you are as you try to be brave enough for the both of you. "We promised, didn't we?"
Back when you were 10 and you saw Tamarack's loneliness bare and raw for the first time.
Back when the sky cried alongside her.
"I care about you and you care about me," you hug Tamarack tighter. "And it doesn't matter how we change or how old we get, we won't leave each other behind. Not even if you have to move somewhere else." It would be hard but you would make it work. Maybe if Tamarack moves, your mother will finally be compelled to buy you a cellphone.
You'd call and text everyday and count down the days until her next weekend visit. The weekends where it's impossible for her to come to Golden Grove, you'd simply go to her even if it means begging your mother weeks in advance.
"You promise?" It isn't so much a question as it a desperate plea.
"I've got you," you promise, resting your head against hers. If Tamarack is a princess, you are her knight. It's what you decided you'd be a long time ago. "I've got you."
Extra
If I had to pick a favorite lead in OL2, it would have to be Tamarack no question. So if I'm going to enter into the Halls of Writing OL fic, it's gotta be with her
Frederick and Nichole are hot but damn they are terrible parents, I look forward to seeing how they rebuild their relationship with Tamarack in the game!!! And Imma need Tamarack's grandparents to start holding their son more accountable it ain't just Nichole U.U
Anyways, I personally hc that my MC's room faces Tamarack's and there is at least one window they use to communicate. Yes, she has a stash of pebbles saved just for getting your attention
Feel free to spam my inbox with OL stuff I need more people to talk to about it
#look she's writing#our life#our life: now & forever#olnf#our life x reader#ol x reader#tamarack x reader#tamarack baumann x reader#tamarack baumann#my in-laws are hot but man are they terrible parents#there is so much room for growth tho and i look forward to seeing how they develop between steps#sparkling leaves
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Sunrise
Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader
Word Count: 413
Summary: Reader takes Eddie to watch the sunrise. Eddie confesses his feelings for his best friend during the moment.
Warnings: swearing, I don't think there is anything else but let me know
A/N: My first post deleted itself (thanks Tumblr) so let’s try this again. This is just a short piece I wrote while impatiently awaiting for the fall season.
“C’mon, Eddie! We need to hurry or we will miss it!” You yelled back to him while keeping your quick pace.
He let out a sigh, struggling to keep up. If anyone else asked him to wake up at 4 AM, drive two hours, then hike another hour- he would have laughed in their face. Except this wasn't just anyone asking, it was you, and he could never say no to you.
“Are we almost there? It’s cold, I’m getting tired, and for someone who isn't a morning person, you sure are a lively little thing,” Eddie whined.
You laughed, “We’re close. I promise it’s worth it or else I wouldn’t have asked. Brown County has the best sunrises in all of Indiana!”
“You’re lucky you’re my best friend,” Eddie mumbled.
You walked a bit longer in silence, hearing nothing but soft breaths and crunching leaves under your shoes. The crisp, cool air burns your lungs. You suddenly stop at a wide opening, causing Eddie to stumble into you. He grabbed your arm to steady the both of you, “shit-“
“This is the place, it’s perfect!” You squeal, interrupting him. Knowing you didn’t have much time left, you grab a blanket from your backpack, lay it on the ground, and sit down, patting the spot next to you. Eddie joins you, patiently waiting.
The sun slowly crept over the wooded area, gently bringing everything to life. Golden hues bounced off the trees showing off the crimson, orange, and yellow leaves. Your nose and cheeks are a rosy red, eyes filling with wonder. “Isn’t it beautiful, Eddie?”
“Yeah, yeah it is,” Eddie said, only he wasn’t looking at the sunrise. He was looking at you. He looked at you as if you held all the answers in the world, but the only answer he cared about was if you loved him the way he loved you.
You turned around to see Eddie’s reaction but found him already looking at you. “What?”
Everything felt right. It was the perfect moment to finally tell you he loved you. He scratched the back of his neck “Oh you know, I was just thinking about how beautiful you are and how much I love you,” Eddie said, giving you a soft smile.
You beamed up at him, “I love you, Eddie.” He put his arms around you, leaning your head on his shoulder. You were right, Eddie thought. You were just two people in love watching the best sunrise.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x gn!reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things imagine
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