#toshikazu x reader

[princelylove]

Creep yanderes that just won't. stop. messaging you.

They just don't let up. Message after message after message of utter nonsense- it used to make sense. In the beginning, it was just double texting. Texts asking what you're doing, if you want to play a game with them, when's the next time you two can do something together, hey look an instagram reel or tiktok about some running joke you have together, or a funny tweet.

When you keep rejecting them, maybe even non intentionally, they start to get more passive aggressive. Why don't you ever want to talk to them anymore? Why are you acting this way? Did they do something, are you mad at them?

It's kind of insane how the same person can send a bunch of heart emojis and a "I fucking hate you you're a stupid whore" message in the same day. It's pure delusion. Your lack of a response allows them to project whatever thoughts they want to- if they're insecure, you obviously hate them and they're not enough and you should just block them already. If they tend to project, you're such a dumb whore that can't get somebody's dick out of your mouth for five seconds to answer them. It depends on the individual.

This concept reminds me of Pesci, Pesci, Pesci. He's worse than Ghiaccio. At least Ghiaccio has a sense of pride and boundaries- Pesci is about thiiis close from snapping on the daily and flat out killing his darling in a moment of passion.

He gets insecure fast. Well, "getting" insecure suggests that he was ever secure. Pesci is constantly comparing himself to the people he's closest to- Prosciutto, mainly. He misses the point of Prosciutto's philosophy entirely because he's fixated on what Prosciutto is to him instead of what he actually is.

Pesci is very pathetic. No matter what he does, he'll never be Prosciutto. He's just not the same kind of man. Not the type man to not fret about getting a text back, not the type of man to love his own reflection and check himself out every time he passes something shiny, not the type of man to just do what he wants and worry about consequences later, or never.

He's not really a texter- he's more of a an 'in your face, exhibiting worrying behaviors' type of nice guy. He psychs himself up to actually show up at your apartment but worries all the way up the stairs. Pesci is in a constant state of distress until he manages to shift his mindset. It's like a switch. A switch that's hard to break out of once he's in.

A mindset that doesn't mind breaking your front door, because mafiosi take what they want.

Not to mention someone like Hazamada. It's too obvious to be enjoyable, isn't it? He fantasizes about raping his classmate but he's too much of a pussy to do it, he gets into heated arguments about his favorite idols and anime in canon (if I'm remembering correctly, I don't pay attention to short 'men' often). He has the set up for this specific type of creep. It's a shame he's such a coward about it. And everything else.

Not on the phone, though. Or online in general. The beauty of going on anon, you can send whatever you want and never have to see the consequences for it. Not man enough to flat out tell you he's interested, not man enough to confront you about your "other" boyfriends, he's not even man enough to defend his own interests under his own name. None of his accounts have anything personal tied to it, he'll even use an alternate email to sign up.

He'll just keep buying burner phones to text you when he needs to get something off of his chest. Your outfit looked great today. He knows it's a uniform, but the way you wear it is adorable. He hates your friends. They're ditzy bimbos that are ruining you by association. Why don't you watch anything he likes? Your interests are trash, you should check out peak for once.

Josuke is a serial text spammer, but he doesn't quite fall into the 'nice guy' territory. He doesn't blame you for anything, but he does not respect your do not disturb, so it's yes and no.

It's debatable. Josuke doesn't say things that could be taken as insults, he'd never go for you personally when he's pissed off, but he's known to be a little passive aggressive in person. His texts are seemingly innocent enough- memes, tiktoks, asking what you're doing later, telling you he misses you, sending you something he thinks you'd like, picture of what he's doing, picture of something that was deep in his camera roll that he 'forgot' to send you a while ago. He hits your interrupt do not disturb button as a joke.

Heeey, it's super serious. It deserves to interrupt your whatever-you're-doing. Look, it's a fat baby animal. What are you doing, again? Why's your location off? You okay?

[funkii-fox]

Drider! Hazmada x Miner! Reader- Rose of Flesh and Blood

For Halloween 👻 loosely inspired by a Drider! Chrollo x reader fic by ramwrites (i forgot what she changed her name to but ik she changed her name. I keep forgetting bc she will always be ramwrites to me)

Also!!! I already drew drider Hazamada about a year ago; i LOVE the concept but no one cares!! hazamada is a spider to me!!! Please look at it so u can know what I’m describing!

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It’s hard work in the mines. Hours upon hours of you and your coworkers smashing precious rock with only rusty iron hammers and pickaxes. A new dribble of sweat slides down your forehead with every echoing clang of metal on rock, only to be wiped away by the back of your debris-covered glove. Heavy breathing of you and your fellow miners bounces off the walls of the cave, sometimes giving the illusion that there’s something else breathing in the darkness. There are often odd noises that sound as if something is tapping on the rocks of the deepest parts of the cave. A faint tap tap tap that you barely pick up in the cacophony of heavy breathing and rock smashing. All of your coworkers are seasoned miners, and they tell you not to worry. “Probably just some critters or the Earth’s breathing. Rocks and stuff settling, ya know?” one of them answered, “‘though, no one really knows. We just know that whatever it is, it’s not gonna kill us.” This answer does not comfort you, but there’s no reason to press the issue. Whatever it is won’t kill us, right?

The only lights in the place are the two lanterns for the entire group that cast everyone and everything in an orange glow. The aged wooden structures of the mine bathed in sickly pale orange, contrasting the deep sienna brown of the cave rock. Dramatic shadows dance about chaotically due to the flicker of the lantern’s flame. Sometimes in the corner of your eye, you see a shadow among the shadows that stands out. It’s a long, thin black void inside the already dark shadows. This shadow moves too calmly, if at all, as if it was made by an intelligent creature that doesn’t want to be caught. Just as you turn your head to confirm your suspicions, it’s gone, as if it never existed. Even as you frantically point the lantern in the direction, there’s nothing to see but normal cave. Like it was just a trick of the light or your own sleep deprived imagination, but you know it wasn’t. You know there’s something in the shadows, but it won’t kill you, right?

You desperately wish to quit this job; no amount of money can compensate for the awful time in the mines. It takes such a toll on your body; shoulders and arms feel like they’ll slough off after every day. The energy spent on mining will never be replenished in only the few hours of nightly rest allowed; After what feels like 3 minutes of letting yourself relax, the sun’s already up and it’s time to go back in the mines. There is always the looming threat of a sudden disaster such as collapsing walls or miasma; as well as the thing that lurks in the shadows. Even if it won’t kill you, it’s still disturbing. All of these grievances are pushed to the back of your mind, because you need money to make ends meet and the last option available had to be the mines.

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It’s a chilly, overcast day outside. This type of weather always makes you tired and depressed, but there’s no time off to waste the day in bed. You stand and stare at the place, thinking. Today was the dreaded day that you would be introduced to the deeper parts of the mine. There had been a naturally occurring cave discovered somewhere along the path. It was being explored by cartographers, knights, and special miners as your crew excavated resources from the shallows of the mine. Walking into the mine with a small selection of your coworkers, a gut feeling tells you to turn back; You can’t just do that, so you just try to brush it off as you enter the maw. “It’s been scouted by the king’s knights! We’ll be fine, surely…” you try to comfort yourself, but it doesn’t quite get rid of the unease in your gut.

After you pass the familiar areas, it seems like the same environment loops for forever. Barely stable wooden beams support the cave in evenly spaced intervals that disrupt the dark brown rock. Never ending footsteps and clinking of gear overshadow the soft groaning of the walls. The shadows seem to get impossibly darker and darker the further you go; they encroach upon you and your group, like a wolf waiting to pounce on a rabbit. There’s nowhere to hide from this crushing environment, no way to just stop and breathe: just keep going forward until you get there. After that, go through the same hell while getting back. And everyday after that, you will go through this hell. Over and over and over and over again until you eventually die in a cave accident.

Some change in the environment pulls you away from your deprecating thoughts; it has become dead quiet. The only sounds are your footsteps and ruffling of gear. The ominous cave sounds were eerie, but it’s even worse without the ambience. Caves should sound odd, shouldn’t they? It doesn’t even echo, now that you think about it. It makes you shiver. You’re about to mention it when something sparkly catches your eye.

webs.

Centimeters thick, shiny silver webs line the walls. It was a few strings here and there at first, but soon the walls are encased in webs so much that you can’t see the rock behind it. No spider you know can have such thick webs; this has to be from a drider. “What?! No one ever said anything about driders…” the leader of the group said with a halt to his steps, “we’re not even close to where we need to be!” “Maybe she came before we got here, but after they explored,” your coworker chimes in. “That, or we’re lost. Seems more like we’re lost, since I don’t know how a single drider species that could cover so much ground in such a short amount of time,” the leader adds while analyzing the map again, trying to figure out where they are. No matter how much he looks though, he can’t find out where they took a wrong turn. “I thought there were just going to be a few webs, but this is clearly the wrong way. We’re basically walking right into the beast’s mouth,” he adds.

While your coworkers try to figure out a new plan, you’re freaking out on the inside. Drider: that’s what you saw in the shadows. It makes sense. You think back at all the times you saw her slender legs accidentally get into view of the lantern’s light. Thin limbs tap tapping on the rock of the hidden parts of the cave as she crawled. She disappeared so quickly because she’s a fast and agile creature that can crawl with enough grace to not break a web; she could kill us all in a second, if we don’t hurry out of here. On cue, a pebble falls from the ceiling and makes a small tap as it hits the floor right in front of your boots. Against your best judgment, you carefully look up and thats when you lay eyes on it.

Speak of the devil: A few lean, black legs curl out of view of the lantern’s light, a faint, sickening tap tap as it settles in a new position on the rock. All composure leaves you through a shriek that echoes off the walls of the cave, probably all the way back to the entrance. Your coworkers are immediately alerted. “Y/n!!!! What’s wrong!?” The leader comes towards you and holds you by the shoulders in an attempt to comfort you, but all you can do is raise a shaky finger and point towards the ceiling. The other coworker, holding the lantern, holds it up to reveal the monster. Both of them gasp when they see it.

He- you noticed he’s a male due to the lack of breasts- is scrunched up in a crevasse overhead. It’s not well lit because the lantern’s light doesn’t go too far above, but pale exoskeleton is the first thing you see. This platinum white fades into orange, brown, and eventually black at the very tips of the body. Spikes litter the dorsal sides of his body; three long, symmetrical white spikes poke out of his spindly black hair. His face scrunches up due to the radiant light shining in his two main eyes and the six smaller ones; it was so blinding that one of his four hands went up to shield his eyes.

You’ve seen enough. You jolt the way you’ve come from, even out of the range of the light. The other two quickly follow, allowing you to see where you’re going. Quick succession of tap tapping on rock and the clacking of his exoskeleton above as he hunts your group. Your lungs burn because of inhaled debris, all the mucous in your throat and mouth dry. Legs throb from the over exertion and feel like they might buckle beneath you. Despite all, you don’t dare slow down or stop in fear of becoming drider meal, but when you hear a scream behind you you’re forced to.

The leader has been grabbed by the drider. He howls and squirms, but it’s no match for the monster’s hold. Thinking quickly, you raise your pickaxe to rip the beast off of your leader, but the creature grabs and throws it with one of his many arms, a clang as it lands on the floor. Before you can even try to look for it, the creature drags him into the darkness above. His lower legs and shoes are still in the lantern’s light, kicking back and forth for any type of advantage. Blood curdling shrieks echo throughout the cave. Suddenly, all noises cease; his howling replaced by the sickening sound of flesh being ripped off. The pungent odor of iron fills the area. Your heart sinks as he goes limp, blood menacingly slides down his body and taps onto the floor below. Snapping out of your shocked daze, you grab your only remaining coworker by the shoulder and sprint away. You tremble and try to rid yourself of the guilt of not being able to help the leader; “it couldn’t be helped,” you repeat to yourself. It doesn’t soothe the pang in your heart every time you replay the scene in your mind, but there’s no time to sulk; we need to get out of here.

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Eventually, you two find yourselves far away enough from the drider to be able to catch your breaths. It doesn’t seem like he followed as there was no tapping, and hopefully he was satisfied with having only the leader as a meal. You become disgusted with yourself that you thought that, but it is genuine; hopefully you and your other coworker will come out fine. “It couldn’t be helped,” you repeat to yourself. In order for you to not end up like him, for his sacrifice to not be in vain, you will not let your guard down; your coworker routinely raises the lantern to see if the drider is there.

These caves are long and convoluted, and neither of you have a clue which way to go. The map got lost in the process; either the leader still had it in his hand as he was eaten, or it’s on the floor back at the area where the drider was. Either way, you’re not going back to get it. We could get through without it, right? “Eventually, we will run out of places we’ve been to, right?” Your coworker asks, and all you can do is nod and hope God is merciful. While wandering aimlessly and foolishly hoping the exit will just magically appear in front of you, you realize there’s probably a female somewhere around here. That would explain why there’s so many webs and how they got there so fast; they made a nest together. The male is plenty giant compared to a human, you can only imagine what his mate looks like. Not just that, but you imagine the female is hungry and filled with fertilized eggs. The thought of a hundred baby driders makes you shudder.

It was looking like you would be set free; maybe God did hear your prayers this time. Webs had thinned out and the ambience, though eerie, returned. You smiled with relief, “finally! It must be over!” You started to walk a little faster with a cute pep in your step, eager to get back home and never step foot in a mine ever again. “I’m definitely quitting after this,” you joke to your coworker, and you share a hearty laugh with him. “Ay, cheers!” He says, pretending to clink a beer with you. Things are looking up. The leader’s death will not be in vain; we will get out! You confidently take a left turn at a forked path, swearing that it looked familiar, and that’s when your heart sinks, dreams shattered:

walls caked in webs.

Your coworker stands there, trying to deny it, yet it’s staring him right in the eyes. “We’ve just gone in a giant circle,” you say with a pathetic tremble to your voice. Your lips quiver and the overwhelming urge to sob your eyes out overcomes you. Dropping to your knees, you pray to God to lead the way out. The two of you probably should’ve asked for God’s help sooner, but it’s better late than never. The drider and/or his mate are probably close, neither of you know where you’re going, the candle fuel is running out, neither of you have any supplies because they were abandoned in the mess, you already violently lost a friend, and you’re back at square one. Your coworker lets you pray and sob quietly while he tries to think of a way out. He has more experience, surely he can figure something out. Carefully walking towards you, he puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, we can look for the map now, at least.” You look up at him with weeping eyes, and he smiles, trying to lighten the mood. “We aren’t completely hopeless. We must trust in God’s plan,” he reassures. You nod and get on your feet, too overwhelmed to speak. Once you’ve gotten yourself together, your coworker dips the lantern down to the floor, and there’s a trail of blood soaked webs that leads deeper in the cave. Hopefully, it will even lead to the map. Hopefully it is God’s plan. Hopefully your prayers will be heard.

Hopefully.

Eventually, a familiar clang of metal and rock hits your ears. It’s faint at first, but as you go on it gets louder. You thought that it was the other miners near the entrance; somehow your wandering had lead you there. You look at your coworker, and he smiles gently. Maybe our prayers were heard. Maybe it was God’s plan. You’re still a little skeptical, how would you have gotten to the entrance? Could there be a secret passage that you didn’t know about? Eventually, a rusty iron pickaxe swings into view, then into the darkness with another clang. Both you and your coworker are amazed, and run towards it with relief... yet something is amiss.

It’s the leader… he’s mining away at rock that’s been exposed via torn webs. But something is off… did he not die back there? Why would he not turn around? Surely, he’s heard you two walking over and seen the light of the lantern. Not just that, why is he mining? Shouldn’t he be focused on getting out? How is he mining without light? I guess you could blindly hit the wall, but it would seem very useless. Why is he mining in such an odd way? Like every downstroke tugs his arms.

That’s when you notice small glimmers around him that shine with every movement he makes. Strings relax with every downstroke of the pickaxe, and straighten out with every lift of his arms. It’s not him moving himself; it’s the gravity of his arms falling and the drider puppeteering his body like a damned doll that creates the movement.

You both come to this conclusion too late. Your leader falls backwards onto the floor with a loud thud, clearly dead. His face is just barely in the lantern’s light, harsh shadows paint his face: smeared blood obscures his true skin color, eyes locked wide in horror, jaw slack with tongue lolling out of his mouth. Both of you shriek and scramble off.

Excessive tapping from above imply the drider is in hot pursuit. You try to keep your composure, “we’ll get through this. We have to.” It’s all shattered when your coworker yelps from getting yanked back violently, the lantern falling and the small flame vanishing in the process. The room went pitch black immediately. Panic sets in as you have no idea where to run. You feel so hopeless, yet in an attempt to survive, you reach your hands out to find the walls, but the cave is too wide to find it easily. “Finally,” the drider speaks for the first time as he crawls towards you, menacing tapping getting closer and closer. His 8 glowing golden eyes pierce your soul. You run in the opposite direction, yet to no avail as you run straight into the sticky webbed wall. “That light was blinding me,” he says, his voice right behind you, breath tickling your neck. You yelp as you feel his arms wrap around your torso. “Humans really can’t see anything in the dark, huh? You’re running around like a mouse in a field.” You can hear a smile in his quiet, breathy voice, as if he was making a little joke. You feel yourself being lifted into the air, primal terror filling you. “NOOO. PLEASE DON’T!” You don’t even know what to do but squirm in his hard, cold arms. His lower set of hands grab onto your calves and upper set of hands grab onto your upper arms. His pedipalps hold onto your hips to support your body, and now you’re thoroughly trapped. “Calm down,” He tells you in an unamused tone as he crawls onto the ceiling, turning you upside down in the process. You shout for God, your coworker, the leader, your mom, anyone to save you, but nothing happens.

“He’s out cold. No one’s here but you and me,” he says sadistically. Dread sets in and you cry hysterically while babbling teared laced nonsense. You’re trapped, and you always have been the second you stepped in the cave today. When you walked into the mine for the first time. When you agreed to become a miner. You were better off being a chancre ridden whore on the street and selling your hair. You wish you did; then you wouldn’t be this drider’s dinner. At least you would be able to see your family and friends one last time.

A slow, painful death of driders biting into you until you lose enough blood to pass out and die. You think about the smell of blood earlier when the leader died, and how it would tenfold when you get eaten. The sound of ripping of flesh from your bones and disgusting squelching as they chew their meal. You’ll die like a dog, just like the leader. The thought makes you release an ear piercing screech, and that’s when the drider has had enough. He bites your neck and holds you still as you try to squirm away one last time. You feel hot, burning venom enter your bloodstream through your jugular vein. This hot venom goes straight to your heart, blossoms into your lungs, and blooms throughout your body. Immediately, you physically can’t move anymore, and your thoughts drift off from you. The reason for fighting fades away and you accept this fate. “At least I’ll be at peace,” is your last coherent thought. You still try to think, but it’s all word salad of all the various grievances of working at this Godforsaken place. Something along the lines of “work, sleep, money, rest.” Your mind goes completely hazy, and everything slips away. At least you’re at peace now.

But you’re not at peace. That wasn’t the end.

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Your eyes snap open and heart races when you hear a loud wail of pain. The first thing you notice is that there are light sources; straight lavender lines and yellow dots move around in the dark while mint green curves stay stagnant. It was beautiful, but didn’t make much sense to you until your memory came back to you; his eyes were yellow. You can see his full body due to bioluminescence; the skin below his exoskeleton glows lavender while strands of webs around the room have a soft, low green glow. Things near the light sources are visible; you can finally look at his face clearly. In your dazed state, your thoughts wandered a bit. “His face would be a handsome face if only it belonged to a human rather than a beast.” Then you noticed what he’s looking at; a soft purple glow is casted on your poor coworker. He’s stuck to the wall, and that’s when you’re hit with the reality of what’s happening.

Your coworker had blood streaming down his face, the color looking more like black in the green and purple light. The drider is mumbling something incomprehensible, perhaps something in his language. Whatever it is, it sounds very upset. This is reinforced when he lifts a clawed hand and shoves two fingers in his left eye and rips it out, a grotesque noise of his muscle fibers being snapped. He shrieks again as adrenaline courses through your veins. The odor of iron hits your nose and it makes you want to vomit. A million questions run amok in your mind. “What’s he doing? Don’t driders simply eat their prey? Why is he torturing him? Where is his mate? Did we upset him and his mate? Is the same thing going to happen to me?”

You start to tremble as the scene unfolds; you can’t just sit here and watch your coworker get tortured, but what else can you do? Getting antsy, you just need to do something other than sit and wait to die. “Well, if he’s already going to kill me after him, there’s no point in trying to preserve myself,” you think with adrenaline poisoning your blood. The decision is final; you will go attack the monster with your bare hands. At the very least you tried to save your coworker and yourself, even if the odds against you are high.

You get up, and immediately, his glowing eyes dart over to you. There’s a pause: both sides waiting for the other to strike. “Oh? Do you think you can run away?” The drider spits metaphorical venom at you with a smile, “you’re deep in my den, there’s no way you can escape. You humans can’t see anything in mild darkness. Even if you could run fast enough to evade me, I can feel your heavy human footsteps on my webs. You’re helpless; now sit down and behave while I prepare dinner.” You stay standing for a while, trying to calculate your next move. He turns back to his task of mauling your coworker alive. There’s no way to sneak around him or anything because of the webs; the only thing you can do is charge right at him.

You run at him as fast as possible with your fists poised for a blow to his face. “Leave him alone, you hellish monster!” You yell. Obviously, he dodges easily, but you anticipated than and corrected your aim and go for his face again and manage to land a blow on his nose, the part of his face that stuck out the most. His eyes went wide, but it was a more out of surprise rather than pain. It hurt you a lot more than him, and it was obvious. It felt like you punched a wall! You cradled your wounded hand in the good one; oh, how you regretted that. He was looking quite amused at you. “Did you know that driders have hard outer skin? It’s the drider equivalent of bones,” he said very sarcastically. You backed off a little, trying to think of a way out of this. He also went back to his task at hand; clearly, you’re no threat. The throbbing ache in your hand was getting deeper and deeper, so much so that you hissed through your teeth to alleviate the pain. He must’ve misinterpreted the hiss though, because he didn’t miss a beat in punching you in the face, hard. Blood that isn’t your own splatter all over you, a little bit even falling into your mouth giving a strong irony taste. You immediately fell to the ground. In the back of your mind you worried that you would get brain damage from the blow, but thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully, the web below somewhat cushioned your fall.

The drider was forced to let go of your coworker and grab you fully, his bloody, slimy hands practically clawing into your shoulders. In your pain-dazed state, you think back to how the leader grabbed you by the shoulders earlier. How gentle his hold was in addition to his concerned expression and voice, a stark contrast to the drider literally breaking both of your humeri bones. The searing pain in your arms snaps you back to the present, and you writhe like a pathetic worm. His body towering over your small form, stringy long hair falling on your face. All his eyes narrowed in anger. “I don’t think you understand,” he practically hisses while showing his fangs, which also glowed yellow, “I do all the work. I hunt, I prepare food, I protect us. Your only job is to be obedient. Your only job is to serve me. You belong to me now.” You’re not listening to him: mostly focusing on the unbearable pain in your arms and how you’re probably going to die. He picks you up by the broken arms, the aching now feeling like you’re being burnt alive. You can’t help but groan and weakly struggle. “Now, I don’t feel like preparing food anymore. You’re going to starve. Have fun.” You barely process his words. He takes you to another room and weaves you into the floor; limbs hooked under the web below. With no more energy left inside you, you accept your fate. The last thing you see before closing your eyes is his handsome drider face staring daggers into you. “Maybe you’ll behave when you wake up,” is the last thing you hear before your consciousness drifts away.

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Tbh i hate this ending but we roll with the punches

[glitt3rcritter]

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TOSHIKAZU HAZAMADA HEADCANONS

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Kinda x reader , relationship headcanons

(Uhh tw for toxicity and also somehow spoilers for Madoka Magica .. )

Hazamada is VERYYY selfish, like hellishly selfish and when he's in love he's obsessed but not like cute obsessed, it's a gross freaky kinda obsessed like... Oh.. Toshi.. that's not..

Like a stalker

He IS a stalker

Very awful communication issues, does not know how to talk about his feelings at all and probably won't try because he feels it would be embarrassing to do

"Sour little boy with a fragile masculinity."

"Can’t process my feelings, Made ’em circle the drain, So tonight I’m gonna ruin your life."

"Too proud to show I'm hurtin', push it on you till you're burnin', That's the only thing that I know how to do."

"You may be the bigger person but I'm louder, I'll do everything to hurt you in my power."

"Just because you're confident I think your shallow."

THATS HIM, THATS HAZAMADA 

Incrediblely insecure but also narcissistic but also, in small moments of weakness, he's very VERY needy

"I don't need you, YOU need me."

But also internally like "SHSJS PLEASE DONT LEAAAVEE NEVER LEAVE ME PLEASSEE IM NOTHING WITHOUT YOUUUUU" + pathetic sobbing

Has a very hard time saying "I love you."

If his partner says it first it's a little easier but his response will always be

"that's nice" "love you too" "that's sweet" "I love me too"

Don't ever bring up the fact he never says "I love you" or "I love you too"

He does love his partner, they should know that! He shouldn't have to verbally say it.. they should just know.

Will throw a tantrum if his partner doesn't say I love you back/too and mostly will never say it first ever again

Probably only ever says it jokingly like

"I love you but.."

"I love you so much for this"

"I will love you forever if you.."

Probably has his own way of saying I love you

Genuinely feels like this partner is the only good thing to happen to him, an angel, a blessing

Crazy take don't kill me for this but Hazamada would definitely do something insanely drastic if his partner broke up with him

He's either killing himself or YOU /half joking

Starts shit the minute he's not getting attention and NEEDS to be the dominant one in the relationship

Y'all know the part (SPOILERS FOR MADOKA MAGICA)

where Homura becomes a devil and pulls Madoka out of godhood to be with her??? That the lengths Hazamada would go to for his lover but it's not like Madoka and Homura

IMO

Homura did that because she loved Madoka and couldn't live without her, it was an act of desperation and obsession because she essentially drove herself to madness trying to protect her y'know like "Please don't leave me!"

If that was Hazamada it wouldn't have been an act of desperation(well it WOULD be but it wouldn't be like Homura), it would be something selfish, a possessive, violent kind of selfishness like "they're mine and mine alone, they aren't allowed to leave"

Horuma broke herself trying to stay by madokas side

Hazamada was already broken and in turn probably wants to break his partner too

Definitely has a weird sorta corruption thing going on with him..

"If we become one monster, together we can always be blue."

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[alonetimelover]

pairing: Harry Styles x booktuber!reader

summary: A new series on ynrecommends channel on YT called Celebrity Book Club grabbed Harry's attention. Now, they are simply joined at the hip. As friends. Right?

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram hello! i started a new series on my YouTube channel - celebrity book club! my first victim was the one and only - Harry Styles. he has an... interesting library to recommend. click the link in bio if you want to watch me gush over harry, new bookshop I found and the best coffee ive ever made!! byeee, xx

also, you harries are too good with photoshop. i was sure he was reading book lovers...

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yourbestfriend bestie gettin' famous!!!!

⤷ yourinstagram i knew it was a bad idea to listen to you...

⤷ yourbestfriend people need to know how great of a booktuber and reader you are

harryupdates that's a great video! i immediately subscribed to your channel!

⤷ yourinstagram thank you! I hope you'll find something for yourself there, xx

user22 came here from yt! fantastic video

user39 your editing skills are amazing!!

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harryupdates

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harryupdates yn from ynrecommends on yt did a video where she read all the books that Harry has ever recommended. she is hilarious, very sweet, and absolutely clever. watch it when you have some spare time, you won't be disappointed!!

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hArrysbtch ive been watching her videos for months!!! thank god she finally gets the spotlight she deserves

⤷ harrysmoustache does she (like most of the booktubers) sugar-coat everything or she's just blunt?

⤷ hArrysbtch oh she's super down to earth! she also does those instagram lives where she talks about the latest book(s) she's read. super funny and laid back

⤷ harrysmoustache oh, thank god! i was looking for someone like that! im diving into her channel right now!

yourinstagram thank you so much! thanks to you, you harries are flooding my socials!! (im not complaining) xx

⤷ harryupdates can't wait for another video!

harryshoee she's so beautiful, too! and loves cats!

harrysmylife "harry, if you ever watch it, let's pretend you guys, if you ever watch it, i recommend you diving into Toshikazu Kawaguchi" she has TASTE, let me tell you

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harrymylove

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harrymylove I'VE MET HARRY YESTERDAY!!!! look at him and my doggy Bart. i still can't process it...

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hArrysbtch how was it???

⤷ harrymylove it was so lovely! he was kind enough to take a photo and talk with me for a while!

⤷ hArrysbtch what did you talk about? pls spill the tea

⤷ harrymylove im an English major so i asked him about some book recommendations. he answered with "i didn't have much time to read anything new recently. but was recommended and just bought Toshikazu Kawaguchi's books, so maybe this author"

hArrysbtch Kawaguchi???? after yn recommend that to him in a video???? he watched her video??? yourinstagram

harrysmoustache I've just started reading 'before the coffee gets cold' and looooove it!!

harryupdates do we think he actually watched yn's video?

⤷ hArrysbtch i hope so!

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY'S official YT channel left a comment on ynrecommends latest video!!

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hArrysbtch that bish said 'let me break the internet and use me fuckin phone'

hArrysbtch unbelievable...

harrymylove he watched the video that's why he recommended me Kawaguchi... im melting

harrysmoustache i hope that he loves it as much as i did!!!

harrysmylife 'love, h xx' let me go cry in the corner

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yourinstagram hopefully, this date will be successful

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yourbestfriend was it?

⤷ yourinstagram after a couple glasses of wine, we moved to the bedroom

⤷ yourbestfriend STOP

⤷ yourinstagram never praise a ford till you get over...

harrystyles Assuming it wasn't successful, do you have any dates free?

⤷ yourinstagram i'll need to check my calendar, although i only attend when coffee (or wine) and good books are provided

⤷ harrystyles Done.

⤷ yourinstagram i'll think about it 🫣

harryupdates oh those are so tricky!!!

hArrysbtch stop, i also had an awful blind date with a book...

⤷ yourinstagram that's the worst! i just need to read the synopsis and thena few pages to decide if I want to buy it

harrysmoustache why is nobody talking about harry being in the comment section??? ASKING HER OUT??? who is this man??? what's happening

⤷ user93 well, it's clearly not him typing or even controlling it! the managmet took it over long ago!

⤷ harrysmoustache and they say im delulu...

harrysmylife SHUT UP !!! avtivrry is my favourite harry, like??? what do you mean he can type the comment? the flirty one? the one asking a girl out? like???

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harrystyles via close friends IG stories

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harrystyles

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harrystyles 11.08.2023 📚

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yourinstagram you did not buy them just for yourself

⤷ harrystyles Wouldn't you like to know 😎

harryupdates Well-read king that we stan

hArrysbtch I'm connecting the dots here

harrysmylife welcome back 2013 Harry, how have you been?

harrysfan83 since that girls yt video, he became obsessed with books...

⤷ harrymylove it's called getting a crush on somebody

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hArrysbtch

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hArrysbtch sooo, this is a still from yn's latest video... that stack of books looks awfully familiar to the one that Harry posted a week or so ago... coincidence? i don't think so. plus!!!! she did say she didn't spend a penny on those books

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harrysmoustache if they are together, i feel like the fandom would love her

⤷ hArrysbtch i would hope so!

harrysmylife relationship, friendship or whatever -ship it is, im here for itttt

user94 y'all are really reaching now...

harryupdates it's the way she was glowing in that video for me! she looked so happy

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram when they read your recommendations>>>

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hArrysbtch now let him play patroclus in a movie, i dare you Hollywood

⤷ harrysmoustache who would you choose as Achilles??

⤷ hArrysbtch you know what? let him be Achilles and Timothee would be Patroclus

⤷ harrysmylife this adaptation with this casting would cure me, for real

harrysmoustache he's in his lover era

harrystyles I love reading your copies of books with all the 'cute' and 'slay' and 'I LOVE THEM'.

⤷ yourinstagram it's called active reading

⤷ harrystyles No, its not.

⤷ yourinstagram party pooper

yourbestfriend thanks for inviting me!!!

⤷ harrystyles Do yo want to join us?

⤷ yourbestfriend I knew I liked you for a good reason

harrysfan45 so she is the girl from those pap photos

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY taking photos of YN in Italy!!

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hArrysbtch melting

harrysmoustache what in the world...

stylesbabie i know exactly what that photo is focusing on

⤷ user42 what?

⤷ stylesbabie (•) (•)

⤷ harrysmoustache in the wise words of Steve Harrington: BOOBIES

harrysmylife so they are dating

⤷ user93 no one confirmed it

⤷ harryupdates good luck with waiting for Harry, confirming that he is/isn't in a relationship

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yourinstagram the promised vlog is up on my channel! grab some good drink and a snack for a quick talk about being single, vulnerability, loving your friends more than anything and - of course - some good books I've read in Italy!!!

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harrystyles I see the similarities between pictures 3 and 4

⤷ yourinstagram well, one is a cute little creature and the other is a sweet creature

⤷ harrystyles Good one.

hArrysbtch best vlog I've ever watched!!! Good job!

harrysmoustache being single??? what do you mean? i was rooting for you...

⤷ stylesbabie ...we were all rooting for you

harryupdates great recommendations as always!!! my tbr is growing with each of your video

celebrityupdates Single? Our sources are saying quite otherwise!

⤷ user56 spill the tea!!!!

⤷ celebrityupdates Link in bio to all the things you need to know about this romance!

⤷ harrysmylife it's like a man and a woman cannot be friends

⤷ hArrysbtch here we go again...

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a/n: do we want to see more of them?

[strawberrymochin]

𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ☕ ᝰ.ᐟ

satosugu x fem!reader

Synopsis- Satoru once came across a rumour regarding a cafe he visited years ago. Rumour has, it possesses the capability to whisk one back in time— to the past. He never took time travel seriously. After all it was a law of nature, a string left to be untouched even by jujutsu. Yet, now years later, he finds himself fiddling in front of the cafe contemplating whether to get in or not. 

Warnings- time travel!au, gojo travels back in time to meet geto one last time and talk to him without regrets, so so so angsty with fluffy fluff that makes one melt, deep conversations, emotional conflict, mentions of death & blood, geto being so soft with gojo, reader being so cold to gojo, cozy vibes, based on ‘before the coffee gets cold’ by toshikazu kawaguchi.

Word count- 4.3k

a/n- omg! i finished writing this in one day. i had this idea ever since i read the series. i really wanted satoru to travel back in time and meet geto. this is a fic i wrote for me. please tell me if this brings a smile on your face. comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. do read the book its amazing and yeah have a good day besties. oh and a yuuta fic is coming soon.

Gojo satoru, always had a big cocky smile plastered to his face. A smile which overshadowed his eyebags, his half healed melancholic wounds and his regrets. 

He loved being a jujutsu sorcerer. But often he had not. Especially, when past memories come back overflowing in his mind, drowning him out of the present. Sinking him in the despair of not being able to save someone who was so close to his heart. And he regretted it. 

He regretted the words he left unsaid to geto suguru, the one who once claimed to be his best friend. 

The one, who's body is lying, trapped in cold webs of death. 

Gojo wasn't a person who had enough time to reminisce about the past. He had to take care of missions, exorcising curses, teach his beloved students and save the youth of the young generation to feel less guilty. 

Most of the days being hectic which he'd spend with the same cocky smile, grinning from teeth to teeth. And yet amongst his tight schedule which only allows him 3 hours of slumber, he still couldn't get a brink of sleep without having flashed the face of his best friend. 

And the familiar feeling of having a lump in the throat, unable to shout out the words he intended to say. He intended to cry out desperately for geto to stop. To not leave him behind. 

But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get one word past his lips. He just simply couldn't. Maybe because he knew geto wouldn't listen. Or maybe he was afraid of rejection. Whatever the reason might be, back then, now it's all excuses. 

Years later, the itch of unable to form those words still persists and it grows each day. Thrives in the threshold of the suppressed emotions gojo has buried deep in his heart. 

Yet.

And yet.

Here he was, standing infront of the cafe ‘lá láttes’ contemplating whether to get in or not. 

He used to frequent this cafe with geto during his first and second years. Before everything went wrong. 

Geto always found this one cafe, a bit peculiar with bits of comfort hidden inside. He loved coming to this cafe and always used to order pumpkin spice latte without the maple syrup. Odd indeed gojo thought. 

Though he loved the way geto drank up his latte, the way he used to gulp and nod satisfactorily at the taste being not very sweet. 

The cafe was situated at the outskirts of Tokyo, back in a narrow alley. It was a basement cafe with only 9 seats to offer. Most of the time it didn't attract any new customers but only a bunch of regulars, among whom geto was one.

The cafe still looked the same from a decade ago. Only a little to no renovations were noticed. 

The board which displayed the cafe's name was still covered with the big leaves of a money plant curling itself from the stand. 

Clang-dong

The glass door opened as gojo shifted his head to the other direction trying to appear nonchalant. He slowly brought back his vision to the person who came outside to dump the trash. The recognition rang through in his mind as pictures of the owner flashed in his mind. He has grown old, now grey tainting his previous brown hair.

The owner looked at gojo, dusting off his hands, as his eyes narrowed at him. 

“Omg, the blue eyed? Aren't you?” 

Gojo frozen for a second, mentally cursing himself for gaping at the owner. Smiling nervously, he nodded at the owner, “good afternoon.” 

“Haha, good afternoon, you've grown up quite a bit hah!” The owner closed the distance between them before grabbing the door handle and opening it. “Come in. Let me treat ya’.” He said, gesturing to him to come inside. 

“Oh no! You don't have to.” Hands vigorously shaking criss cross, not wanting to freeload. The cafe itself has a very few customer base, gojo can't sit right with the idea of freeloading. 

“Nah! It's on the house. Come in boy!” the owner dragged him in. 

Clang-dong

The doorbell chimed through the staircase as the owner guided him downstairs to the basement. The smell hasn't changed too, musky and rich with the aroma of crushed coffee beans. 

As expected the cafe was empty except for two customers, one occupying the seat very last to the third row. His back hunched over several magazines, scribbling information on a small notepad. 

While the other one was a lady in white, a big straw hat placed on her table while she read a novel with golden letters printed on the covers —‘The lovers’, barely looking up from the book. 

Gojo recognised her as a regular. He'd noticed her often when he tagged along with geto. She wore the same white flowy dress down her knees and always read the same novel. 

The owner asked him to sit on the counter and order a drink of his choice, passing him the menu card. 

“Pumpkin spice latte,” gojo said without bothering to look at the menu. “Without maple syrup.” His eyes growing foggy as distant memories start clouding his mind. He sighed, before turning to look at the regular seat they used to occupy. The middle one in the first row. 

Did geto still used to visit this cafe even after they stopped contacting each other? He couldn't help but wonder. 

“Do you know the rumours about this cafe?” Geto said, sipping on his pumpkin spice. 

“Rumours?” 

“Yes, people say this cafe can whisk one back in time.” Gojo choked on his drink trying to suppress the laugh bubbling in his throat. “Really? You want me to believe in this shit?” 

“Naah! But it's interesting, even a jujutsu sorcerer can't interfere with time.” geto’s crescent moons crinkled a bit as he quirked a sassy eyebrow at him. “If you could go back in time, who would you meet?” geto asked raising his eyebrows. 

“I simply wouldn't.” 

“Huh? Why?” 

“Because it's not possible.” Gojo laughed it off, while geto just sulked a little. He firmly believed that interfering with the flow of time isn't possible. It could distort the world and just simply impossible. 

He didn't answer geto’s question back then. 

He wondered why?

Maybe because he didn't have any reason to go back.

But what about now?

“Here…” the owner passed the pumpkin spice latte to gojo as he muttered thanks to the owner. “So, haven't seen you here for a while…. where's your friend?” 

Gojo stopped midway on his sip of latte, he looked at the owner and put the glass back down. “eh…you see…” he couldn't quite find the right words to say. Normally he would have maintained his composure and maybe even winked and said ‘sowwy I killed him.’ with a peace sign included. 

However he seemed unable to regain his normal demeanor. The mask he put on for so long was broken. And it shattered into pieces with his vulnerable self showing, bare to the world. He felt ashamed for no reason. 

“He…um is dead.” Awkwardly shifting in the round stool, he couldn't meet his gaze with the owner. As if he could see through him and will be disgusted by the truth. The truth he hated for so long— of killing his best friend with his own hands. 

Of abandoning the corpse unable to handle the burden, leaving it to rot. Gojo felt disgusted, yet he masked himself with the same cocky smile he was fed up of wearing and went to his students.

Oh how awfully obnoxious he felt. 

And how desperately he wanted things to change. 

Later that night, he kept on washing his hands for hours. Scrubbing his skin with his nails, scraping the hands tainted in the blood of his beloved. 

His hands were clean. 

Though the red splatters of blood kept appearing again and again. 

“Oh,” the owner gulped, shifting his eyes from gojo to the kitchen. 

Gojo opened his mouth once again. He had practiced these words for the past week. He was the strongest. Then why was he getting nervous now? He gulped his own saliva trying to moisten his dried throat. 

The pumpkin spice latte was still untouched. 

“I wa—” he didn't get to finish his sentence as the owner interrupted him. His old wrinkled eyes now had a dull spark. Dangerous even, saying to be left untarnished but as if compelled to a spell, he spilled the words in gojo's stead. “So, you want to go back in time.” 

If you could go back in time, who would you meet?

“Yes,” gojo lets out a shaky breath, wiping his clammy hands on the fabric of his pants. “Yes, I do.” 

He sounded desperate, for he'd been wretched in anguishing fraught, so long that now the cry echoed in his ears. He'd seen geto, controlled by kenjaku. His body, being used even after his death— a weapon. 

Is this the curse of being a jujutsu sorcerer? 

He regretted the very moment. If only he'd said those words back then maybe the present he was living in would be a bit different. 

If only he tried a little hard.

If only. 

“Why?” the owner asked him with unwavering eyes, piercing through his soul. “What reason do you have to go back?”

“I…there are words I need to convey.” Gojo gulped feeling hot and sweaty even though the basement was well ventilated. The owner narrowed his eyes as if scrutinizing him. “Can I really go back in time? I really need to tell him something.” 

The owner stayed quiet. His hands simply wiping the inside of the freshly washed glasses. “Sounds trivial.” 

A voice emerges from the kitchen as you handle the owner, a fresh pack of coffee beans yet to be grinded. 

“Wha—” 

“Y/n! Don't be rude to customers.” The owner said in hushed voice, which was clearly audible as the cafe was almost empty. 

You rolled your eyes at gojo and get back in the kitchen. 

“I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior.” 

“Oh…it's fine.” Gojo stayed quiet a while clearly offended but when the owner said nothing more, he stood up from his seat. That's right it was a rumour after all. Time travel isn't possible, what is he on drugs or something? He felt dumb for believing in something even kids wouldn't trust.

“I'm sorry for taking up your time. I'd like to pay for the drink.”

“eh…you're not going back?”

“To where?” 

“To the past.” 

“I…I can? It's true.” 

The owner smiled wryly before answering, “yes. It's true.”

Gojo felt like a dummy and his head spinning, he didn't wanted to believe in this, yet the slightest chance to meet geto and maybe change the future. 

“Though I would like to inform you, one can't change the present.” gojo’s eyes widened as if caught red handed stealing. He didn't get it, if all this was a joke or he was the joke. 

“Huh?” 

“You can travel back in time. That's upon the customer to decide. If you want, sure you can. But…” 

“But?” 

“Traveling back in time comes with lots of risk. And there are certain rules. One of them being— you can't change the present.” The owner explained now pouring the fresh coffee beans into the grinder. 

“What do you mean? Isn't a change back in the past followed by a change in the future?” 

“Well it's for the folks. However, no. You cannot change the present,” the owner waved his palm flat in the air, gesturing him to return to his seat. “You can try but the present will not be altered. A friend, dead will not be alive even if you try to prevent it.” 

“So are you still willing to go…even if the present can't be changed?” The owner shifted the grinded beans into the pot, ready to brew a handmade fresh cup of coffee, while waiting for gojo’s reply. 

Gojo looked back to the seat they used to occupy in the past. So what if he's still dead? If gojo can somehow share his feelings, or maybe even see his face— see geto, the real geto, the one who has its own soul and not controlled by kenjaku, the one who recognises gojo. It won't be that bad right?

“I still want to go,” gojo was disappointed, but even if seeing geto for one last time was possible he would not miss it. He'd regretted not acting upon his impulse before and he doesn't want to regret it again. Not now, given any benefit of doubts. 

“Sure.” The owner nods painfully slow, having gojo rethink if this isn't some vile prank. 

“So..?” 

“Oh, I'm afraid we'll have to wait for a while. The specific seat is now occupied by…um the lady in white. Y/n can explain the rules to you meanwhile.”

“Why? I can just request her to unoccupy the seat for a while.” Gojo suggested, standing up when the owner halted his actions. “Oh no! I'd suggest you not.” 

“Why?” 

“You see…the lady is…a ghost.” 

“A curse you mean…I can exorcise it.” 

“No. A ghost. Not a curse.” 

“Are you kidding me? If the thing is just a rumour you could just tell me the truth. There's no need to make excus—” The owners deadpan look caused his words to die midway. 

“How long do I've to wait?” 

“A little while. She will soon go to the washroom. You can finish your drink till then.” 

Gojo had no other option but to comply with the owner's words. He tried using his six eyes but for some reason it didn't work well as if the cafe has its own domain blocking out the powers of other jujutsu. 

A while later gojo had ordered two more drinks he finished sipping and the lady was still glued to her seat. ‘what a bummer!’ he thought. 

You walked out again from the kitchen this time with a bunch of paper napkins. “Why are you still here?” 

“Y/n!” The owner hushed you again, explaining you the entire situation and ushering you to explain the rules to gojo, who was sitting confused. 

You hated when people came here to travel back in time. The fact you even hated yourself more than you've to be involved in this.

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you step infront of the white haired guy. “I expect you know the rules?” You cocked an irritated eyebrow at him.

“Um…no.” 

“Ah…I might advise you to run away then. The rules aren't made for someone weak.” You smirk clearing away his empty cups for a wash.

“do you even know who I am? I'm gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer throughout heaven and earth.” he'd enough of your brat behavior.

“The strongest in your dreams…why are you so desperate to go back then? Do you regret anything you should've done but couldn't since you're a coward?” 

“Y/n!,” the owner scolded you, as you rolled your eyes again. “I'm sorry, she's always sensitive when we have customers wanting to travel back in time.” Gojo just nods at the owner. Your bitter words rang through his ears. And worse that you're more or less right. 

Do you regret anything you should've done but couldn't since you're a coward?

“I will be stating the rules…better be attentive.” You say taking in a deep breath calming your raging heart. 

“you can't change the present no matter how hard you try.

“you must sit in a specific seat for being able to travel back in time.

“you can only meet people who have been in the cafe.

“Once you're back in the past you can not get up from the seat. If you do, you will be forced back to the present. 

“Your time starts in the past once I start pouring the coffee in your cup and it lasts till your last sip of the coffee.

“That many?! Isn't it too overboard?” gojo interrupts you, his jaw opened wide hitting the counter. “Overboard or not. You've to follow…” 

The creaking noise hits both of your ears drawing attention to the lady in white. She slowly raised from her seat, flipping the book shut and placing it on the table. Emptying the seat, she went outside to the left, where the bathroom was. 

Clang-dong

Gojo looked at you. 

“Alright go take your seat.” 

What's so special about this specific seat? He thought but went anyway. Upon settling in the seat, he realised it’s no different from the ordinary chairs. Pretty much the same, however the temperature of the air surrounding the half of the table was slightly different from the rest of the cafe. It was a bit cold. 

Will he now go back to the past?

To geto suguru? 

What will he say? 

He'd practiced it so many times in his head, in front of the mirror, on his way to this cafe and yet he felt completely blank right now. 

He won't be able to change the present or the future, still….

You came over to his seat carrying a silver tray with a kettle of similar silver. There was nothing so special about the cups you placed infront of him too, clearing away the previously used ones of the lady in white. 

Gojo’s blank mind had millions of thoughts flooding now. What will he do if he ends up at the wrong time? Will he really travel back time? 

“You just need to imagine the time your friend was sure to visit while I pour the coffee.” You say, picking up on his thoughts, brewing the coffee now. 

The rich aroma of the coffee filled the entire atmosphere surrounding him. He wasn't really fond of coffee, especially hand brewed ones, he looked for the owner, his old eyes plastered on the glassdoor. 

“I will pour your cup now. Just remember to finish the entire cup before the coffee gets cold.” 

“what happens if I don't?”

“Then you will be sitting as a ghost in this seat until someone else occupies your position.” Gojo shot his head up to look at you, your eyes had the same deadpan look as the owner. “Just sip it before it gets cold and you will be fine.” 

You start pouring the coffee without allowing gojo anymore questions. 

He was about to speak, he didn't understand the last rule. What did it mean? But he couldn't get any voice out of his throat. 

A thin string of hot steam coming from his coffee gulped him in as if he was the steam himself, flowing up along with it. The three clocks surrounding the walls of the cafe now became big and blurry yet striking clear. Its hands are each revolving in different directions. It's not the time to think about what's happening. He closes his eyes, trying to imagine the day geto would surely make his visit. 

Saturday mornings.

Soon gojo’s waving body materialized as he felt his sensations back. His eyes still closed shut. Slowly he opened his eyes. The cafe was pretty much same. Nothing changed. Except it being totally empty. And at the counter a much younger owner. 

Did he really travel back in time?

But he was all alone. Geto wasn't in the cafe. 

The owner looked at him, and ignored. 

“Um…” gojo said, trying to get the owner’s attention. 

“Yes…oh the blue eyed. What happened?” He asked concerned, the wrinkles under his eyes looked much softer. 

Clang-dong

Gojo looked behind the owner, his breath hitching as his eyes widened. 

It was geto suguru. 

The owner followed gojo’s eyes and welcomed geto in. 

“suguru…” his voice barely a whisper echoed through the entire cafe. 

Geto, who finally noticed, freezed a while, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Satoru?” Geto gulped, before awkward tugging his hands back in his pockets, unwillingly walking up to him and sitting down at the seat opposite to him. “The regular…” geto ordered, before turning his head back to gojo. 

“Why are you here?” Geto asked directly. 

“I…uh I was just passing by.” He lied. 

Geto leaned back in his seat, his eyes unreadable. 

Gojo sucked in a breath. What is he doing? This isn't why he was here. He wanted to talk. But he couldn't find his words again. He gulped thickly ready to blurt any incoherent talk at him. 

Gojo didn't think anymore. He didn't cared about words any more, he just wanted to have one last conversation. 

“just why?” Geto hissed, “why did you come back?” 

He knew?

“I…ah..”

“Satoru you can't expect me not to know when you're sitting here in this seat.” He blurted frustratingly, bringing his thumb and index to massage his temples. 

“I wanted to apologize,” he met his eyes with geto, saying nothing for a while. The owner brought and placed geto’s pumpkin spice in the table, whisking himself away to the kitchen to leave both of them alone. 

“Drink.” Geto ordered. 

“What?” 

“Drink the coffee, you moron!” He let his head fall in his palms, before groaning. 

Gojo sipped the bitter coffee a bit, placing the cup back down to the saucer. It was still warm. 

“Why are you so infuriated—” 

“How can I not satoru? You know you're being mean. Why must you do so? Just sip the entire coffee and go back.”

“No!” he protested, maybe first time being so vulnerable to someone but he didn't care. “No, I want to talk to you!” 

“satoru ple—” 

“Suguru, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being with you when I should've been there. Sorry I turned a blind eye to you. Sorry for neglecting you. I told myself I was the strongest…but no I'm not. You asked me if I'm the strongest because I'm satoru gojo or I'm satoru gojo because I'm the strongest…let me answer you,” he took in a deep breath before continuing, “I'm not the strongest suguru. I'm not. I was the strongest— because of you. Because you were with me. Because we were the strongest, suguru. I'm the worst friend ever. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I couldn't stop you that day. I wanted to, desperately. I wanted you to stop and not leave me behind alone. I wanted you to think of me suguru. But I couldn't say that.” 

The cafe was silent. So was geto. He never expected gojo to burst out like this. 

“So…do I die or what?” Geto laughed at gojo’s face twisting into horror. “So I do die.” 

“How can you laugh?” Gojo asked him as geto pointed him to sip on the coffee, which he did. 

“I'm laughing at how messed up you look without me…did you have a hard time?” gojo doesn't answer him trying to calm himself down. 

“Listen bummer, you don't have to feel guilty. I chose this path on my own. And I don't regret it, even if I die. Just take care of your shit.” geto sighed, “though I'm skeptical about the one who unalives me…bet it’d be you—” geto halts mid sentence.

Gojo felt something wet in his face, afraid, he brought his hands up to his face, wiping it only to find his tears. Great, he just cried infront of him. 

Geto gulped thickly, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry,” he bit his lips before continuing. “atleast you could do is curse me a little at the very end.” 

Geto’s words made him cry even harder. He didn't try to stop him though.

“satoru, please don't be mean to me, gulp the entire coffee and go back before it gets cold. You wouldn't want me to go into another depressive slump will ya’.” he forwarded his hand hesitatingly, wrapping around gojo’s. He knew the rules of this cafe, and he didn't wanted satoru to stay any longer, considering the bigger threat that looped at gojo’s neck. He didn't wanted the coffee to get cold and gojo to be stuck forever in the time loop becoming the next ghost to haunt the seat. 

“Drink it for me, will ya’.” he said in the most sweetest voice gojo will ever hear again and wiping his tears with the other hand he forwarded the cup to gojo. 

Unwillingly, gojo gulps the bitter coffee, not caring for the aftertaste, his time would end soon. He grips suguru’s hand even tighter. He didn't tell him about kenjaku or the mistakes he'd made, but at least he didn't regretted anymore. 

“Be safe and healthy for me.” Suguru’s words echoed through his ears as he lost his sensations in his body, as if floating upwards. geto's grip on gojo's hand wavered as if he's holding onto air. 

He will not regret anymore. 

“I love you.” he shouted, uncertain, if his voice would reach to geto or not. But he did shout. And geto smiled. He smiled as sweetly as the ocean smiles to those who willingly drown. He muttered something to gojo which wasn't audible to him. And before he knew he opened his eyes in the present again. 

You stood up straight from the counter, sighing in relief, before whisking yourself back to the kitchen. 

“I'm glad you came back safe.” said the owner.

“Yes. Yes thankyou.” He didn't knew but his cheeks still had those tear stains the owner chose to ignore. 

He didn't get to listen to suguru's last words but he didn't regretted anymore. 

“Move.” the lady in white commanded as gojo immediately stood up walking straight to the counter. 

“I'd like to pay.” 

“Yeah. But the pumpkin spice latte’s on the house.” 

“Sure.” Gojo smiled brightly, and for the first time in years he felt it wasn't a mask but a genuine smile. He'd soon catch up with geto.

“ So that will be 2700 yen.” 

“Here.” 

Clang-dong.

The lady in white sat on her seat and opened the novel again; the one titled The lovers.

© strawberrymochin 24 | please don't plagiarize my work |

[lamemaster]

A Stifling Vanity

Request: Amras in a ritual gone wrong. Doodle-pops got me into him with the underrated character event

Pairing: Amras x Human Reader

Genre: Time travel au

Summary: Sitting on the arm of your sofa, he takes your hand. “No, I am indeed your husband. We’ve been married for 43 years, my love,” he whispers, gently brushing the hair from your face.

AN: I get you anon, Mina has the tendency to make me obsess over previously unimportant elves (looking at you Rog). Inspired by Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi. I hope you enjoy this~

Next up- Sinister love with Maedhros. Fall trope event list

Half a vial of the silver lakes of Lorien, two feathers of the Syian beasts of Orome, extract of the kroh blooms from Kementari’s gardens, and a personal possession of the desired person—all placed in the elaborate circle of creation sketched from the soot of the ever-burning fires of the Hall of Mandos. That was what the book had mentioned.

Amras had read it a hundred times, copied it into his journal twenty times. His room now contained an absurd amount of Syian feathers, enough to alarm any Maia of Orome.

He had planned every step, with meticulous care. Yet, it had failed.

Time travel, as the text warned, was difficult. Now, standing in front of your confused face, his heart ached, questioning if it ever truly mattered.

“Who are you, sir?” you ask politely, closing your book and offering him a pleasant smile. The room was warm, snug. You looked so comfortable in that chair, settled against the familiar faded red sofa, your eyes heavy with sleep.

As if stepping into an undisturbed past, Amras gently helps you adjust your posture, ensuring your back won’t strain during the night. “I am your husband. Amras.” He repeats, as he had in the last few years of your life.

He watches the familiar conflict in your frown. “My husband...?” you murmur, doubt clear in your voice. “You must be mistaken,” you insist, as always.

Sitting on the arm of your sofa, he takes your hand. “No, I am indeed your husband. We’ve been married for 43 years, my love,” he whispers, gently brushing the hair from your face.

It had been longer in his time—2,376 years in his present. An eternity.

He lifts your hand before your eyes, the wedding band gleaming on your finger. “See? These are our rings, my love.” He watches the emotions flood your gaze—astonishment, joy, sorrow, guilt.

But he doesn’t show you the ring he wears on a chain around his neck. The ring that was once yours. In this past, you still wore it.

You look at him, clutching his hand, your palm so warm. The Edain were always warm, as if the flame imperishable escaped through every pore of their bodies. “I forgot...” you whisper, voice faint. “Forgive me, please. I forgot.” You close your eyes, struck by the awareness of your failing mind.

He knows that look—the creeping dread as you realize what’s slipping away.

“It’s alright. I’m here to remind you, my love.” Amras kisses your forehead. “I’ll always remind you.”

He remembers this day of his life. The day he returned from a week in Himring. The day you forgot you had a son. Your memory, once so sharp, began to wither.

Your terrified scream had driven Vórimo away. Your mind, too far gone to recognize your own child, couldn’t grasp his tears. You were too far removed to comfort him. The weight of your years had left you incapable of being the mother he knew.

Vórimo left. And you were left with Amras. Along with the devastation of your returning fragments of memory. In some sense, Amras had lost you that day, when Vórimo walked out the door.

Never again did he see you contend at the dinner table. Your questions about the man in family portraits became painful. At times, your forgetfulness was kinder than your moments of clarity.

Vórimo didn’t return until you were long gone. By then, all that remained of you were the books you once cherished. He came to a home that no longer existed.

Amras could have hated him. Could have despised the son who left you to die grieving. But how could he, when he had done the same to his own mother? Abandoning her to a fate she didn’t deserve, a doom he had brought upon himself.

He understood Vórimo’s heart too well.

That was why he’d done all of this. The desperate hope of reuniting you with your son, just one last time. To bring the past to Valinor for that final meeting. The Fates had allowed him to see his mother again. Why not his son?

But they hadn’t.

Instead of bringing the past forward, the Fates had pulled him backward. They doused him in the warmth of your presence, in a time when your heart was still whole. How easy it would be to forget his purpose, to remain here with you in this gentle moment.

To slip into bed and hold you once again.

Despite all your early fears, the signs of your aging never hindered the love you shared. Amras had braced himself for sorrow at the sight of your aging, but it never came. His heart clung to love.

It still raced at the sight of your smile, etched with wrinkles, just as it had in the untouched days of youth. Hearts, it seems, will love what they wish to love.

Picking up the book you had closed, his fingers skim the edges of the pages until they land on the bulging section. Opening the page, he slides out a folded sheet of parchment. At last, he had found it—the forgotten relic of your past.

The letter you had claimed to write but never managed to find. You died searching for it. For centuries, Amras had wondered about it.

“May I?” he asks, holding it gently before you.

Surprised at your own letter, you nod, resting your head on his shoulder. Your eyes too frail to read your own fine hand. How long had it been since you wrote this?

The firm curve of the letters hinted at a much earlier date, back when your fingers didn’t tremble as they did now.

Unfolding the parchment, he reads aloud:

Darling son of mine,

Forgive your mother. Forgive her fading brain.

This disease that the healers found frightens me. It frightens me more than I can say. I fear what’s to come, and how I may not even be aware of its beginnings.

Unlike the days of your childhood, I may not be able to hold you and whisper gentle words in your hour of need. I apologize for giving you this grief.

When I lose myself, you are not bound to my shadow. Let not my ignorance pain you, nor your father.

From all the memories of this life, I wish to remain your mother and his wife. Let me not become a burden. In my selfishness, I seek to be loved as I was.

This is your mother’s vain wish.

The letter continues, pages of painstakingly preserved memories, like precious treasure hoarded onto brittle yellowing pages.

Amras glances at the heavy tome in his lap, the one you loved so dearly. The book your mind kept returning to. An illustrated volume, crafted by Kano for Vórimo’s begetting day. A book you both had read to him.

He smiles bitterly at its fading covers. Elven craftsmanship tested by the humid air of your land.

You returned to this book till the end. As if searching for a chapter lost.

How had everything conspired to erase this? How had time buried such a simple plea? Was it too harsh of a fate?

For you to lose it. For Vórimo to never receive it. For Amras to find it now, in a past already long gone.

He cannot take it back. Time would not allow him that. The Fates would not let the future be rewritten. He had bargained enough.

It is lost. Buried somewhere deep in the lands of Middle-earth.

Amras holds the letter, his hands trembling slightly. He reads the words again, each one carrying the weight of your love, your fears, and your hope.

The past cannot be altered, and the future—his future without you—remains fixed. He could never bring your son to you again. He could not stop the decay that had taken your mind, nor the eventual passing of time.

But this moment—this night—was still his.

He looks down at you, your breathing soft and steady as you sleep against his shoulder. You look so peaceful, the furrows in your brow smoothed by the comfort of sleep.

For now, you remember him, and that’s enough. The past may have given him one last gift, though fleeting. Tomorrow, you might not know him at all.

He carefully folds the letter and places it back in the book, resting it gently beside you on the table.

When you wake again, there will be no recognition in your eyes. He knows this too well. You will look at him as a stranger, perhaps offer him the same polite smile. His heart will ache, but he is ready. He’s always been ready for this.

Amras presses a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than usual, as if committing every detail to memory—the warmth of your skin, the sound of your breathing, the faint scent of your hair.

"I’ll remind you tomorrow, my love," he whispers, though he knows that soon there will be nothing left to remind.

Rising slowly, Amras leaves the room quietly, the weight of the centuries settling back on his shoulders.

He steps outside into the cool night air, letting the chill ground him once again in the moment between his past and present.

He stops for a moment, looking back through the window, where you still rest, untouched by the pain of memory. For now, you are at peace.

And for him, that is enough.

He walks into the night, the stars above cold and distant, yet somehow offering a strange comfort. The past cannot be changed, but it lives in these moments—the brief, fragile memories that remain. Amras smiles to himself, a soft, bittersweet smile.

As the spell fades his body, wrenching him into the present, he realizes that he has lost you yet again.

[iggysolosgoku]

Get to know me

Name: Johnny

Age: 19

Requests are open!

Wattpad: IGGYSOLOSGOKU

TikTok: Hxhandjjbafan

Favorite animes: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen,demon slayer and sailor moon

Favorite movies: Scott pilgrim vs the world, repo the genetic opera, scream, the whole Chucky franchise, five nights at Freddy's, the whole trolls franchise, nightmare before Christmas, and Edward scissorhands

Stuff I will write: Fluff, found family, platonic stuff, nsfw, sfw, LGBTQ, yandere, autistic reader, chubby reader,any character reader (ex: mitsuri reader), and poly

Stuff I won't write: incest, angst, age gap,any trolls character x reader cause that's just weird, and animal x reader

Animes and movies I write for: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, Jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, and Scott pilgrim vs the world

Characters from hunter x hunter I write for: Gon freeces (platonic ONLY), Killua Zoldyck (platonic ONLY), kurapika, leorio, Bisky, wing, illumi Zoldyck, the whole phantom troupe (minus bonolenov, kortopi, and Franklin I like them but not like that), Kite, and Knuckle bine

Characters from Scott pilgrim vs the world I write for: Scott pilgrim, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Knives Chau (platonic ONLY), Julie Powers, Stacey Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Roxie Richter, Gideon Graves, Katayangi Twins, Matthew Patel, Envy Adams, Todd Ingram, and Wallace wells (platonic for girls)

Characters from Jjba part 1 I write for: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Erina Pendolton, and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 2 I write for: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, And Santanna

Characters from Jjba part 3 I write for: Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar (platonic ONLY), Holly Kujo and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 4 I write for: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu nijimura, koichi hirose, Rohan kishibe, yukako yamagishi, toshikazu hazamada (I don't support his actions), Tonio trussaradi, Yoshikage Kira, Reimi Sugimoto, and Mikitaka hazekura

Characters from Jjba part 5 I write for: Giorno Giovanna, bruno bucciarati, Leone abbachio, Trish una, narancia ghirga, mista Guido, panncotta fugo, risotto Nero, melone, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci (platonic ONLY), diavolo, doppio vinegar, squala, tiziano, cioccolata, sorbet, gelato, and ghiaccio

Characters from Jjba part 6 I write for: Jolyne Kujo, ermes Costello, narsico anasui, weather report, foo fighters, and Enrico pucci

Characters from Jjba part 7 I write for: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, hot pants, Diego Brando, and Lucy steel (platonic ONLY)

Characters for jjba part 8 I write for: I have not read part 8 yet

Characters from demon slayer I write for: Tanjiro Kamado, zenitsu agastuma, inosuke hashibira, nezuko Kamado (platonic ONLY), genya, and all the hashira

Characters from jujutsu kaisen I write for: Yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kamo choso, and geto suguru

I will NOT write for: Hisoka Morrow

[junejoestar]

hey there! A fellow blogger directed me to you w this request, but if you dont feel comfortable i understand completely! Essentially just ur hc's on narancia and hazamada having a mommy kink w their gf, i could b seeing things but like...i see it LOL

Of course! I have the same headcanon regarding Narancias dead mother. Here’s just them telling their girlfriend and then maybe some nsfw? (All characters are aged up to 18 in this, despite whatever canon would prevent it. Like death.)

Narancia

Mista had walked up to with Narancia following him from behind, he was desperately trying to get Mista to stop whatever he was about to do.

Mista told you about Narancias kink and Narancia flushed pink, obviously mad.

Although it was a simple turn on, nothing weird it obviously embarrassed him.

You talked to Narancia about it and you said if he really wanted to you would be willing to let him call you mommy in the bedroom, Narancia smiled a bit that you didn’t think it was weird of him.

The next time you guys have sex Narancia is a lot more whiny, he pulls down your shorts and panties with his teeth and does his best to make you cum with his tongue. Maybe even gets pussy juice all over his face. He’s definitely messy with it.

Hazamada

Probably is straight up with wanting to call you mommy. He also mentions he’d like to be degraded w some restraints

You can expect him to be eager to rub himself against you while under your grasp. Practically begs you to let him touch you. He isn’t one to make a lot of noise in bed but his breathing is heavy. He does whatever he can to leave marks on you.

He would appreciate it if you left some hickies on him, just so he feels better than Josuke.

[toxiic-wastee]

“I am your God.”

Hazamada Toshikazu x Reader fan fiction

Warnings: Blood, violence, forced kiss, animal abuse.

Y/N stared at Hazamada hiding behind a locker, they saw him abusing his power. He used his stand to torture small kittens and birds, or attack his classmates.

Y/N never felt the need to put others to justice but this made Y/N’s blood boil after seeing Hazamada attack a small cat. They watched him tear out its eyes and cut off its limbs. The cat was beyond help. It would die soon after Hazamada fled.

Y/N was a second year, a year below Hazamada, their upperclassman. Meaning they haven’t known him that well. They devolved a small crush on him and decided to ask him out last week. Shortly after they found him bullying some first year. “I can’t believe I found this jerk cute.” Y/N muttered to themself upset. This led Y/N to follow Hazamada, and make note of his sins. They got all the evidence they needed. This was all Y/N could take, seeing all the harm he’s done. They felt the need to intervene. So the mustered up all the courage they could and followed Hazamada to his house. Or tried to. Toshikazu had caught them following him and led Y/N to a dark ally. He had planned to attack them but Y/N put on some doctor gloves and grabbed Hazamadas face. Although they couldn’t feel his skin they could feel some of the roughness on his face. His nose was soft though. His eyes widened at Y/N’s gentle touch against him. “Ah.. who are you?” Hazamada asked trying to fight against Y/N’s grasp. Y/N kissed Hazamada’s lips, and then stared at him “I am your God.” Y/N said blankly, “Go to hell, demon.”

Y/N decided to use Hazamada’s signature attack. They used their fingers to crush up his eyes. Blood leaked down from where his perfectly good eyes once were, you could see the veins a bit. “This is punishment for your sins Toshikazu.” Y/N said stroking his back in circles, he just cried in pain. They felt some remorse against him. But they’d rather hurt him then let him hurt kittens. They took his bloodied pocket knife from his backpack and threw it away. Rain started to poor down when Y/N brushed his hair. “I’m sorry to have to leave you here.” Y/N kissed him again before walking away.

Time spent writing: 20-ish minutes.

[sister-lucifer]

okay you know what other minor jojo villain needs tons more love??

TOSHIKAZU HAZAMADA.

like just. look at him. his stand can not only copy people but can control their movements as well. HE LITERALLY COULDVE WON IT ALL IF HE WASNT A STUPID TEEN BOY WITH SHITTY PRIORITIES😭😭

HE DEADASS ALMOST KILLED HIS OWN STAND BC IT WAS GETTING MORE GIRLS DISGUISED AS JOSUKE THAN HAZAMADA COULD EVER DREAM OF

he’s also canonically a Weird Little Creepo which is my favorite type of character personally

[btch3sluvme]

Im sorry strawberry boy but bratty bitchy whiny little trashy boyo is my new husband 😅😮‍💨😓

[soupbabe]

Hi hi can I request Hazamada and anyone else you feel like writing for with a s/o who's stand can copy other stand abilities? Thank you for your time!

Hazamada with an S/o who can copy other stand abilities

Can't write Hazamada without some Hazamada slander it's what's needed in the world 😌

- Hazamada prided himself on his stand, definitely thought he had a special kind of stand until he met you

- Which is similar to his copycat ability, but with more substance

- So for a long time he hated you out of jealousy

- That's until you started giving him attention

- He'd definitely want to see you show off your stand a lot

- Hazamada encourages you to use your stand to mess around with people like Josuke and Rohan most of all

- Hazamada definitely brags about you to said characters, gloating about how cool and strong his partner is

- I can see Reader messing with Hazamada equally as much

- Imagine copying Surface so Hazamada finally takes care of himself like brushing his hair or washing his face /hj

- He'd act so bothered by it, but regardless he somewhat appreciates the sentiment behind it

- Even if he's stubborn as all hell, it's nice knowing that you want him to take care of himself

[funkii-fox]

✧༝┉˚*❋ 𝐉𝐉𝐁𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ❋*˚┉༝✧

✧༝┉˚*❋ 𝐅𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ❋*˚┉༝✧

Feel Like Makin’ Love- Okuyasu x Gender Bent! Keicho

Rose of Flesh and Blood- Drider! Hazamada x Miner! Reader

Slumber of Sullen Eyes- Devo x Reader

Punishment- Devo the Cursed x Reader

Sleeping Beauty- Caesar x Reader

✧༝┉˚*❋ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❋*˚┉༝✧

I have a lot of smaller head canons not listed here. To find them, you should look in the tags “jjba headcanons”, “my writing”, or the character’s specific tag

Yandere Akira

Sexting With Akira

Diavolo + Doppio DID

Akira and Yukako are Siblings

Yandere Josuke

Yandere Keicho

Keicho’s Hobbies and Interests

Keicho as a Child

Angelo Katagiri x Toshikazu Hazamada

Nijimura Brothers & Piercings

Toshikazu’s Taste in Music

Stalkers- Hazamada, Akira, Terunosuke, Devo

D’Arby Brother’s Pets

Risotto Nero Body Modification Headcanons Tattoos, Piercings, Others

La Squadra Body Preferences

Santana Hates Esidisi

Santana Hates Wamuu

✧༝┉˚*❋ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 ❋*˚┉༝✧

I do take requests, but only for head canons. If you request a head canon, please be patient. Depending on what it is, it could take the next day or the next month to complete.

Stories take a lot of time and energy out of me. I need to be motivated to both write and finish a whole story. Unless it’s a super amazing concept, I probably won’t finish it.

I don’t really have limits, but I will say I won’t be very motivated to write something I’m not interested in. If I haven’t shown interest in it before, it might not be a successful work.

I also don’t want a vague request; give me something to work with! I like to get specific, even with head canons.

I refuse to write specific things like “black reader” or “reader with ADHD.” I don’t think I’ll do it right because I don’t relate to those things. Not just that, but I like to keep my concepts broad for everyone or at least most people to enjoy.

[randoimago]

Kat, can I request Diavolo, Josuke, Hazamada and Fugo with gambler S/O?

Having a Gambler S/O

FANDOM: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Diavolo, Josuke Higashikata, Toshikazu Hazamada, Pannacotta Fugo 

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Considering gambling is illegal in japan, this is going to be fun for Josuke and Hazamada xD

Diavolo

Doesn’t see the appeal in gambling unless your life is on the line. I mean really, is it the thrill? The money? He can easily get you both of those things should you ask.

Although it is good to be able to lay low at times and if yours is hiding out at a casino then at least you have that for you.

I can see Diavolo being really into the types of games that would be at a casino, but he wouldn’t put money on the line. If anything, he’d do a whole “If you win, good job. If you lose, I’ll kill you” (not to you, but to anyone else).

Might entertain a card game with you now and then, but don’t try and get him to actually put anything on the table because you won’t like the results.

Fugo

Probably makes a face when you mention that you gamble. I mean really, that’s how you spend your free time? He’s a book guy, not a gambler.

Fugo can enjoy a good card game since the deception is interesting, but he does not have the patience or poker face should his luck start running dry. 

Doesn’t really get why you gamble. It’s not an addiction is it? Because in that case you’re going to a therapist not a casino. 

If it is a thrill thing or money then that makes him more confused. You’re in the freaking mafia, death and Euro’s are everywhere.

Hazamada

Do you know how excited he is when he learns that you’re a gambler? Manga is expensive S/O and if you wanted to be his sugar parent--

Seriously though, he finds it so useful that you gamble. Sometimes he’s able to go to Pachinko parlors and is always happy to have you with him. 

He doesn’t gamble much himself (he ends up losing and it pisses him off so he has to try again until he’s broke) but does love watching you.

Absolutely helps you cheat, are you kidding me? His stand is ready to read the other person’s cards for you or he’s there to slip the other person some loaded die and call them out as the cheater.

Josuke

He’s still a teenager, S/O! He can’t even go into Pachinko parlors, how are you finding places to gamble at? His grandfather was a cop, ya know.

I don’t think he minds too terribly about you gambling. Hell if you win some good cash then you can pay for the next date. Just please be careful and don’t get caught.

Does sulk a bit because somehow you’re able to slip into places while he’s immediately called out. He’d love to watch you gamble but ends up hanging around outside for you to get done. 

Okay but he does love when you and Rohan challenge each other to Liar’s Dice or some card game. He has tried to cheat to help you out, but Rohan is quick to catch him, the bastard.

[meatmutt-sfw]

horror movies | jjba characters

happy (semi-late) friday the 13th; these are modern!headcanons and these movies are just ones i’ve seen :)

pairing(s): jotaro kujo X reader, noriaki kakyoin X reader, josuke higashikata X reader, koichi hirose X reader, okuyasu nijimura X reader, akira otoishi X reader, toshikazu hazemada X reader, guido mista X reader, narancia ghirga X reader.

warning(s): none <3

— jotaro : since kakyoin made him watch all of the movies in the conjuring universe, of course he’s gonna have a favorite out of those meaning his go-to movie would be the nun (2018)

— kakyoin : i feel like he’d prefer more paranormal movies than yk stabby-gorey movies so he’d probably enjoy the conjuring movies, his favorite being the conjuring: the devil made me do it (2021)

— josuke : for some reason i could see him getting extremely to the paranormal activity series (2007-2015) like,,, weirdly into it idk but his favorite would probably be the first one

— koichi : he’s not a real big fan of horror, if he’s being honest with you so he’d probably watch something more like beetlejuice (1988) and tell you “well, it’s in the horror genre.” his most recent web search would be horror movies that aren’t scary

— okuyasu : another one that doesn’t so very well with horror but still does better than koichi; he would definitely prefer to watch the scary movie films (2000-2013) but i could also see him liking scream (1996) and only ever watching the first one [as he should]

— akira : easy, house of wax (2005) because he’d love the soundtrack to the movie and would probably think the sinclair brothers are cool dudes [but same shawty <33]

— hazemada : because of his stand, i could see him liking more of the haunted doll trope and i feel like he’d be the one most into horror films so films such as the boy (2016), dead silence (2007), and the chucky movies (1988-2019)

— mista : he’s a classic-slasher-loving type of guy cause he enjoys gore so movies like texas chainsaw massacre (1974), friday the 13th (1980), a nightmare on elm street (1984), halloween (1987), stephen king’s IT (1990), and candyman (1992)

— narancia : idk i can just see his casually snacking on popcorn, chips, and chocolates while watching the original saw movies (2004-2010) since he thought jigsaw (2017) was boring compared to the others [havent totally like,,, said this before]

other jjba works.

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𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ☕ ᝰ.ᐟ....masterlist!

satosugu x fem!reader / megumi x fem!reader

ep 1: Best friends

Synopsis- Satoru once came across a rumour regarding a cafe he visited years ago. Rumour has, it possesses the capability to whisk one back in time— to the past. He never took time travel seriously. After all it was a law of nature, a string left to be untouched even by jujutsu. Yet, now years later, he finds himself fiddling in front of the cafe contemplating whether to get in or not. 

Warnings- time travel!au, gojo travels back in time to meet geto one last time and talk to him without regrets, so so so angsty with fluffy fluff that makes one melt, deep conversations, emotional conflict, mentions of death & blood, geto being so soft with gojo, reader being so cold to gojo, cozy vibes, based on ‘before the coffee gets cold’ by toshikazu kawaguchi.

ep 2: Father and son (soon)

Synopsis- fushiguro megumi was about to settle in life. Get married and start a family. everyone was happy for him though he wondered how comically would satoru gojo react on this news. if only he could travel back in time. yuji suggested why not? and somehow feeling dumb megumi still came to visit the cafe which supposedly has the power to whisk one back in time.

Warnings- time travel!au, megumi travels back in time to meet gojo and deliver the news of him settling in life, so so so fluffy OMG i love it, deep conversations, emotional conflict, mentions of death & blood, gojo being gojo, reader being mean ofc, cozy vibes, based on ‘before the coffee gets cold’ by toshikazu kawaguchi.

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