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itsabouttimex2 · 7 months

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ooo if your not busy maybe Mei or Azure a gn! Reader who’s a descendant of the lady bone demon but said friend tries to hide that fact from them

(Thank you for sending such an interesting request! I ended up liking this scenario so much that I wrote out a few characters for it!)

Descendant of the Lady Bone Demon: Part One

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Maybe they should’ve seen this coming. Maybe there were a few warning signs they didn’t pick up on. Looking back on it now, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? All those little things should’ve added up a long time ago.

The way the room grew silent and tense when you walked in, no matter how how exuberant it had been prior. How you manage to sneak up on everyone without even trying, as though you had no presence. The wide berth that strangers give you, even though they can’t explain why. That last one had been particularly strange for your friends. They hadn’t understood why people would treat you so coldly, not back then.

They understand now.

Mei Dragon thinks of you as one of her best friends, right alongside MK. Even in childhood were the two of you close, your company providing a brief break from her parents expectations and the crushing weight of living up to her family name. She grows up to think of you as a sibling, really. She’s a ride or die, rise to the challenge, thrill junkie sort of girl. And above all else, she’s fiercely loyal to her friends.

So Mei doesn’t believe a word that LBD has to say. She doesn’t care about destiny, about fate, about these so-called “invisible strings that guide us all through life”.

She lives her life as she pleases, doing what makes her and her friends happy! And she’s not gonna listen to a word that some wannabe world-destroyer has to say about it!

Until the Lady Bone Demon mentions you.

“Y/N bears my very own blood, thin though it has grown. In time, they will follow the very same path I have, to cleanse this world of pain and suffering.”

Now she’s listening. Her control over the Samadhi Fire slips, scorching a ring of death into the earth around her. The heat alone wilts the any flora that was spared outright combustion. “How…” The fire flickers, fizzles.

And then promptly reignites, blazing hotter than ever before. Immediately, the Lady Bone Demon cringes away from Mei’s sweltering power as oppressive heat waves bear down on her. She can only watch in fear and awe as the Samadhi Fire grows hotter and brighter, fueled by rage.

“How DARE you say that about my friend! Y/N would never do anything like that!” A blazing arc of black and red fire slices into the blue crystal formations created by the demon, melting them into sizzling puddles. Her anger builds with each lash of multicolored fire, reducing each and every spiked crystal around her to a mess of glowing goo.

That anger doesn’t fade even after the fight is over, not even after she gets to see the Lady Bone Demon shred apart and drift away. It’s cathartic to watch, but doesn’t make her any less angry about what she heard.

No, that anger only fades once she has you in her arms, hugging you as tightly to herself as possible. You don’t know about your lineage. No one else does either. Just Mei. Which leaves her with the worst dilemma of her life.

Does she tell you? Does she tell anyone?

She doesn’t want to be like Sun Wukong, hiding important information from even the people who would be affected by it the most. She was a victim of that, and it had hurt. She doesn’t want to hurt you. That’s the last thing she wants. But she also doesn’t want to cast any doubt on you, doesn’t want anyone to think you might end up a destructive foe that would one day need to be struck down.

The fear of losing you somehow outweighs the fear of you being angry at her for withholding information from you.

So she keeps quiet.

Mei rationalizes her silence on the matter by telling herself that she’ll tell you later. Yes, everything will work out, she’s sure of it! She’ll just… wait. Just a little bit. When everything calms down and everyone starts to move on from this disaster, she’ll speak up. Once everyone is in a better, happier mood, they’ll definitely be more receptive to the bad news, right? So she isn’t doing anything wrong. She isn’t acting like the Monkey King. She’s… just keeping you safe.

And she really hopes you won’t hate her for it.

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Tang has long pondered your place in this little group. It’s not that he doesn’t like having you here, nothing of the sort! Really, he sees you as family, the same way he sees everyone else in this ragtag group of misfits.

But you stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone else has a direct tie to the original pilgrims who once undertook a legendary journey to retrieve sacred texts.

Tang Sanzang for Tang. Zhu Baije for Pigsy. Sha Wujing for Sandy. Ao Lie for Mei. Sun Wukong for MK. Everyone had someone who their skills, appearance, or even personality harkened back to.

Everyone except for you. Tang had made several guesses before, wondering if there was someone you yourself were standing in the place of. But no one truly seems to fit. Rather than distancing himself from you over this disparity, he makes an effort to grow closer. “It must be lonely”, he reasons to himself, “being the odd man out.” He’s struggled with his own insecurities of being useless or weak, so he can relate to you on a personal level. After making that connection between the two of you, he starts to look out for you, trying to help guide you as you grow.

Tang probably sees himself as your father figure, just the way he sees himself as MK’s.

But, since you don’t have the support system that MK has, he tries to take a more involved role in your life. He’ll sit down with you to chat about any troubles or struggles you have, offering you a kind ear and a welcoming shoulder. And if you ever are struggling with something so bad that it breaks you down and leaves you in tears, he happily takes you into his arms and stays with you through the meltdown. If you fall asleep in his embrace after wearing yourself out, he enjoys it all the more.

He cherishes moments like that, actually.

Sure, he’s sympathetic to your feelings of loneliness and isolation. It’s true that he wants you to be happy. Sometimes he hates the world for hurting you the way it has.

But he loves that you trust him enough to break down in front of him, that you trust him to console and protect you in your weakest moments.

Even at a moment like this, where one of the greatest threats to humanity is bearing down on the two of you. For once, he doesn’t hide or cower. Not when your life is on the life. His golden shield encapsulates both of you, a fierce glare painting his face as he holds you close. You breath raggedly against his shoulder, barely able to support yourself. You had been wounded in the fight, nearly passing out after taking several blows for him and the others. Now, he holds you close, standing tall as you lean on him for support. He watches as the Lady Bone Demon throws attack after attack at the two of you, each blast of crystal and bone shattering and fading against his aureate shield.

The ancient demon glares down at him, a sneer curling her face. “You would fight your destiny? The great monk, Tang Sanzang-”

“I don’t care! Even if I am his reincarnation or his descendant… the choices I make are mine and mine alone! And I will always choose to protect my friends!”

“Even Y/N? Even the very one who bears my blood within them? Are you truly willing to risk saving them now, that they might follow my ways later?”

All the little pieces click into place for him. The mystery he had pondered the most was finally solved, and now he had to live with learning the answer.

“That- that doesn’t matter! Y/N is a person all their own, who will make their own decisions! And I trust them to stay by our side and fight for good! I won’t let you corrupt them!”

And he doesn’t. His resplendent barrier holds fast, shining brightly until all that is left of the demon has been scattered to the wind. He holds you gently, mustering the strength to carry you on his when everyone makes the trip back to Pigsy’s noodle shop. Someone like Sandy or Wukong would definitely better suited to the physical labor he was performing, but Tang couldn’t bear to separate himself from you yet.

Nor is he willing to let go once everyone has taken a seat. He props you up against himself, rubbing your back to keep you awake. “The kids eat first,” Pigsy says, carrying three hearty bowls of noodles. MK, then Mei, then you. Once all of you have your noodles, the chef goes back to the kitchen to start on another batch. Tang holds the bowl and the chopsticks, lifting the noodles to your mouth. Occasionally, he tips the bowl to your mouth so you can sip at the nourishing broth. On any other day, he would’ve swiped a few bites for himself while feeding you. Now, you’re all he can think of. He feeds you bite by bite, then guides you to lay your head in his lap once you’ve finished.

“Hey, Tang.” Pigsy peers down at him, another bowl of noodles in his hands. He passes it to Tang. “What was that demon lady saying to ya anyways?”

Tang looks down at you, watching your chest rise and fall, looking more at peace than ever before. He can’t tell you. Not here. Not now. Maybe not ever. But he and Pigsy can both keep secrets, and more than that, you’ll have two targets to split your anger between, keeping Tang from catching the brunt of it if you ever do find out. So he asks:

“Do you think you can keep a secret, Pigsy?”

Red Son

He doesn’t know why he likes you. By all means, you’re just another peasant, another mortal working at the same noodle store that his arch-rival is. But there’s something different about you. Maybe it’s the way you never seem to flinch or cringe or even cower. Maybe it’s the cool head you keep. Maybe it’s the wide-eyed awe you stare at his creations with.

Even after you had been kidnapped.

“I thinks that it was very clever of you,” you softly admit, not fighting against your bonds. “The way you used the tri-toothed 1x2 plates. I don’t see many people use those.”

He shouldn’t be happy to hear you say that. He should scoff and huff and strike down your praise like it’s meaningless drivel. But it’s not. Not to him. He’s been waiting to hear something like that for a long time, actually. Now, if it only it had been from the mouth of his father…

He shakes himself from those thoughts. “Not that a PEASANT like you could ever comprehend just how truly clever my work is! In fact, the legs of this machine are held in place by a truly unique-” “Technic angular wheel,” you finish for him. “It was a smart choice. I bet finding one that could evenly bear the weight of four legs at once wasn’t easy.”

No… no, it hadn’t been. In fact, it had been very hard to source that component. But here you were… acknowledging him. Praising him. Giving weight to his accomplishments by recognizing them. Somewhere deep inside, he’s a little touched to have his efforts commended.

Not that your kindness inspires him to release you. The only thing that frees you is MK and Mei coming in and storming through, knocking him over the head and escaping with you in their clutch.

Still, he doesn’t… hate you, at least. Or maybe, he just hates you less now. It’s a surprisingly good start.

A start that you continue to build off of throughout your repeated interactions, to his surprise. Your praise wasn’t just a one-time thing, wasn’t a way to get him to drop his guard. It had been genuine, entirely sincere. You had truly thought of him as clever, and you still do.

His schemes become less destructive, but more frequent. MK starts sending you out to deal with him, and most of your “skirmishes” end without any true damage. The two of you talk tech, and then he “tactically retreats” from the fight. Eventually, he drops the act, just swinging by the noodle store to talk with you about mechs or vehicles or rare components and where to find them at reasonable prices.

It’s a strange sight for everyone, the two of you amicably chatting. Sometimes someone will try to butt in, usually MK, who tries to keep up with your conversations to no avail. Other times it’ll be Pigsy, making sure that one of his employees isn’t being threatened or endangered. If one of his new mechs has a Journey to the West inspiration, Tang will happily chime in on it.

But most often, it’s only the two of you, happily talking as equals. Not enemies. Not rivals. Just… actual friends, somehow.

Even if it meant fighting to defend them, these are the sorts of moments he doesn’t want to lose. He wants to protect these cherished hours he spends with you, sharing noodles and blueprints in the middle of a crowded but welcoming restaurant.

Even if it meant fighting a foe he had no chance of defeating. All he has to do is buy a little bit of time. Just enough for MK and his ragtag team of idiots and peasants to smash this osseous demon into pieces. He glares up at her, his hair and hands exploding into flame. It’s a mere display, a small threat to keep her occupied. If she focuses on him, then she can’t hurt you.

Not that she’s trying.

“Foolish child. Do you really think I can’t understand the game that you’re trying to play? You would stand in the way of a peaceful world, all in the name of protecting the heir of your enemy?”

He falls to the ground, clutching his head in pain as she taps into his mind to deliver her next words.

“But a meager resistance cannot hope to undo destiny. I will find Y/N, and add their power to my own. That is their destiny, and I will see it fulfilled.”

“You- you won’t! I wont allow it, you… you PEASANT! You can’t hope to beat all of us! The Demon Bull Family, Sun Wukong and his successor, and the Six-Eared Macaque! All of us will stand against you! If we stand together, there is no threat that can overcome us!”

It’s a little funny, almost. Once, he would’ve scoffed and mocked another for saying such a thing. They sound silly on his tongue, cheesy and overblown. It’s something more suited to MK and his band of goons, speeches of friendship and overcoming adversities together. But it’s true.

And her defeat is testament to the strength that loves brings.

He thinks he loves you. You’re what he imagines having a little sibling is like. He wonders if you could love yourself, if you knew the truth of your heritage. Maybe you could. Maybe you’d fall apart and refuse to trust yourself ever again.

He chats idly with MK as you rest your head on his lap. It brings a strange peace to his heart. You look almost happy, in spite of the bruises and cuts. You look happy, which is proof that you didn’t hear a word that the Lady Bone Demon said about your blood ties.

He doesn’t want to rob you of that happiness so quickly, not when you fought and bled for it.

He absentmindedly strokes your head, thinking of how he’d roast anyone who might try to harm so much as a single hair on it. He can’t let anyone hurt you. Not even himself.

So he keeps quiet, and prays that all will turn out well.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere LMK #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere Mei #Mei Dragon #Yandere Tang #Mr. Tang #Yandere Red Son #Red Son #sorry it took so long #I put a lot of effort into this one!#Crystal Heir

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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tangled with what i never said

rated e | 3515 words | also on ao3

Okay so. I listened to Blood Sport by Sleep Token earlier, and then I had angst thoughts for six hours (continuously fueled by @wormdebut and her antics damn her), and then I wrote this. I originally was gonna just leave it unresolved because I didn't wanna commit to a resolution, but I'm incapable of that. It's short and was just enough to kick start me into writing most of what I still needed to for my next chapter of mechanic Eddie, so I'd say it accomplished a lot. So sorry. - Mickala 💖

If Eddie had done just one thing differently, his life wouldn’t have ended up like this.

If he’d stopped fucking with Steve’s head, if he’d just let himself have something nice, if he’d admitted to himself sooner, if, if, if.

If he’d let himself love Steve the way Steve deserved, he wouldn’t be sitting in the back of a cop car in Chicago with no one to call.

—----------

It was easy, being with Steve, letting him in the way he never expected to let anyone in.

It was easy until it wasn’t.

They weren’t officially anything, and he planned to keep it that way, not wanting to get tied down to someone who had no intention of leaving this shithole town anytime soon.

But they fucked.

A lot.

Probably more than what could be reasonably considered a friends helping friends situation. Maybe more than an actual relationship, even.

They fucked everywhere they could get away with, as often as they could get away with, in just about any position they could get away with.

Steve pushed Eddie in ways he didn’t think he’d ever like, and Eddie pushed right back, harder, faster, more.

It was fun.

Eddie couldn’t even remember the last time he had so much fun.

He laughed while he was fucking into Steve, fingers digging into Steve’s hips as he rode him into the floor.

They hadn’t even made it to the bed this time, too overwhelmed with the need to taste each other after hours of subtle teasing by the pool, half naked and half hard for most of the afternoon.

Despite the need to taste, they had yet to kiss, yet to put tongues on any part of each other, no bite marks on skin. Yet.

It would happen soon, Eddie knew, always knew what to expect when Steve started making those whining gasps and his thighs started to shake.

No matter what position they were in, Steve’s thighs were the dead giveaway for how close he was, trembling in his hands, against his mouth, around his waist.

Eddie loved that.

He loved a lot of things about this, about Steve.

He chased that thought away as Steve let out a whimper, his hips shifting forward as he fell on Eddie’s cock.

“Yes, there, fuck,” Steve whined, lifting himself faster, higher, until Eddie was almost certain he’d go too far, and then fall back down.

Eddie gripped him impossibly tighter, bending his knees and planting his feet so he could drill into Steve’s hole harder, groaning as Steve clenched around him.

“Wanna see you come, Stevie,” Eddie gasped out.

He was standing on the edge, too, maybe even closer than Steve, the ache in his side barely noticeable past the tightening coil in his stomach.

Steve was sensitive, reactive to every change in pace or angle. Eddie used that to his advantage here, sitting up and pulling Steve’s legs around his waist.

Steve came after two more thrusts in this position, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream.

Eddie was only human; The moment Steve tightened around him, he was a goner.

He bit Steve’s collarbone, not caring about the bruises he’d leave behind, silently proud he was making a claim, even if he didn’t deserve it.

Steve was shaking, shivers wracking his body as the slow thrusting sent him into overstimulation.

He rested his head against Eddie’s shoulder, his breath hot against Eddie’s skin, right where his newest tattoo was healing.

“Lo…ooo..” Steve mumbled against his shoulder.

“Hm?” Eddie asked, nearly as overstimulated as Steve was.

“Luff you.”

It was still muffled by Eddie’s shoulder, but it was loud and clear enough what he was saying.

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat.

No.

“No.”

Eddie’s hands fell from Steve’s hips as he spoke, his body going numb.

“What?” Steve asked, eyes cloudy, confused about the sudden shock of Eddie being so distant while still being inside him.

“No. You.” Eddie shook his head. “You don’t. You’re just tired.”

And then Steve realized what he’d said, what was happening, why Eddie was looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“I-” Steve sighed. “Eds, I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“Right, yeah. Because you don’t love me. That isn’t. That’s not what’s going on. We’re just having fun until I get out of here, right?” Eddie needed that to be right, needed Steve to agree with him before the panic actually set in.

“That’s how it started, yeah, it’s just…is that really what we’re doing? Still? Is this really what just having fun is? We spend every night together, we hang out all the time, we’re just…I mean we’re basically boyfriends.” Steve watched as Eddie’s face didn't change. “Aren’t we?”

“No. No, that’s not what we are, Steve.”

He hadn’t called Steve by his actual name in months, maybe a year. It felt wrong on his lips, like venom soaking in instead of endearment coming out.

Steve pulled away, got off of Eddie’s mostly softened cock, sat down on the floor.

His legs were still shaking, Eddie could see them.

How was this happening?

How had something turned so violently towards destruction so quickly?

“Look, it’s okay if you don’t love me, Eddie. I know I’m kinda…intense with my feelings. But, like, you can’t really think we were just friends with all this?”

And, yeah, maybe a part of Eddie’s brain had come to the same conclusion as Steve, maybe even long before Steve.

But a much larger part of his brain, the part that screamed at him anytime he let himself get close to someone, concluded that there was nothing there for either of them beyond what it was on the surface.

He couldn’t love Steve because Steve couldn’t love Eddie, not the way either of them needed.

Eddie stood up, his own legs shaking with the effort, and grabbed his bathing suit shorts that were still damp.

“Eddie, c’mon. I shouldn’t have said it, but like, it’s not that I don’t mean it. And I know you don’t love me-”

“Steve. Stop.”

Steve stopped.

Eddie threw his t-shirt on, amazed that it was even in the room at all.

“I can’t do this right now.”

That seemed to set Steve off, his attitude going from concerned to angry in half a second flat.

“Can’t do what? Can’t love me? I said it’s fine if you can’t. I don’t expect you to. But it doesn’t stop me from loving you. We can do what we’ve been doing! We don’t have to change anything if you don’t want,” Steve begged.

He was begging, practically on his knees asking for Eddie to just try to be who he wanted him to be.

But he couldn’t give that to him, even when he so desperately wanted to.

“I can’t.”

When Eddie left, he left with the thoughts of I love you, I love you, I love you racing through his mind, but never leaving his mouth.

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The phone at the jail was being used by some woman who looked like she’d seen better days.

Then again, Eddie probably looked about the same.

Actually, he knew he did.

He hadn’t washed his hair in a week, not since the water heater went out. He figured quick showers to wash his body were enough, his hair would survive until they could all pitch in to afford a new water heater.

He was wearing a torn and bloody shirt from the fight at the bar, most of the blood wasn’t his, and his freshly painted nails were chipped to hell.

One of his boots had a damaged sole before he even went to the bar, and now the sole was missing.

If he let himself think it, that could be a funny metaphor. Maybe a song lyric, even.

But he wouldn’t let himself think it, not with how the cop standing next to him was shuffling his feet impatiently, like he would rather be anywhere but next to Eddie.

“I’m in cuffs, not sure why you need to be so close to me,” Eddie would never learn to shut up.

“Seen plenty of guys in cuffs decide not to be.”

Good enough reason.

He used up the few minutes standing there thinking about who to call.

He hadn’t talked to Wayne in almost a month now, and he’d be damned if his first call home since their last argument was to tell him he’d been arrested for fighting in a bar.

He definitely couldn’t call Dustin; it would wake Claudia up and he couldn’t drive here anyway.

The guys would be livid that he got arrested, had already warned him not to go out at all because it would just end in trouble.

He had no one.

“Hey, I don’t really need the phone,” Eddie sighed out.

“You get a call,” the cop sounded confused, like he’d never heard someone refuse the call before.

“I don’t have anyone to call.”

He could feel the way the cop was staring at him, could feel the sudden pity coming from him. Maybe he was a nice guy, maybe he felt sympathy for younger people who made stupid mistakes.

“Not even a friend?”

“All of my friends would hang up on me.”

“Don’t really sound like friends, then. You got a lawyer?”

Eddie shook his head, tried not to think about how much debt he’d be in if he had to pay for one.

“Court will give you one if needed. Doubt the guy will actually press charges, though. Bartender said he started it and lots of witnesses backed him up.”

“So why am I fucking here?” Eddie let some of his frustration out, not just with this, but with everything.

Being in a city he always loved, alone, hating himself more than ever.

“Gotta book ya for the night, just in case,” the cop shrugged as he gestured to the phone. “Call someone, kid.”

He reminded him of Hopper.

Maybe he could call him.

He dialed a phone number he didn’t even realize he remembered, didn’t think he’d ever use again.

He looked at the clock on the wall as it started to ring.

1:08 in the morning.

“‘Lo?”

Fuck, his sleep voice was always Eddie’s kryptonite.

“Steve.”

The other end of the line was silent, as Eddie expected. But he didn’t hang up. He had every right to, he should, but he was still there.

“I’m, uh, not sure how long they give me to talk, but-”

“Are you okay?”

Eddie could cry. He probably would if the cop behind him wasn’t very obviously listening in, if the next person getting booked wasn’t standing a few feet away waiting for the phone.

“I don’t know how to answer that question,” he admitted.

“Are you in the hospital?” Steve clarified.

“What? No. I got arrested. I just.” He let out a shaky breath before whispering, “I didn’t have anyone else to call.”

“So…you called me? Where’s Wayne? Your friends?”

It hurt to hear how removed from Eddie’s life Steve was. Six months is a long time, but having the reality of his choices hit him in the face now, at rock bottom, felt like too much.

“I don’t think they would wanna hear from me right now.”

“And I do?”

The knife twisted in his chest.

It was deserved, he deserved this, but it didn’t make the pain easier to bear.

“No. You’re right. Um, I guess I just needed someone to know. So. I should be released tomorrow sometime, but um, I guess I’ll try to call Wayne when I’m out. Sorry.”

Eddie had never sounded so hesitant, his words clumsy on his tongue, practically jumping out of his mouth before he could properly think about them.

“Wait.” Eddie glanced over at the cop, who was doing his best not to look. “Do you need money? A ride?”

He actually…didn’t know. As far as he knew, he wouldn’t need any bail money, but what would happen tomorrow? Who would show up for him?

Why would anyone show up for him when he’d been the person running from everyone for so long?

“I’ll-”

“I can be there. What time?” Steve interrupted.

Eddie turned to the cop next to him. He mouthed ‘time?’ and the cop held up two fingers.

“Two. Um, but I can get a cab. I have enough cash. I don’t live far from here,” he said, regretting making this call, even if hearing Steve’s voice felt like it was healing a wound in his chest.

“Don’t be stupid. You called, I’ll come.”

And it sounded like love, it sounded like he was giving a hint of the forgiveness Eddie didn’t deserve.

But before he could say as much, the phone line dropped off into a dial tone.

He hung up.

“Seems like you got one friend,” the cop said.

“Seems like.”

—----------------

The rest of the night dragged.

Eddie wasn’t drunk. He had one beer. He had one beer and a fight.

He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t do anything but pace the cell he was sharing with three other guys who definitely had more than one beer, and possibly more than a fight, too.

Shift change brought new faces, a woman walking by in uniform and giving a wave to everyone in the cell, an old man who looked like he should have retired before Eddie was born walking through with a coffee in his hand.

It was just another day for everyone else, but for him, it was the day he’d see Steve.

Or maybe, just maybe, Steve wouldn’t show.

He was almost hoping he wouldn’t.

But when the guard at the end of the hall brought a bag of sandwiches for everyone in the cell for lunch, he winked at Eddie.

“Your friend is tryin’ to get you out of here early. Might work, too. Jenny at the front desk loves guys with long hair.

Long…hair? That couldn’t be Steve.

He couldn’t eat, gave his sandwich to a guy who didn’t get brought in until three hours before.

He paced more.

Nothing else to do other than think about Steve standing just on the other side of the door at the end of the hall.

Until the door opened.

Then he was on this side of the door.

Steve was here.

Here for Eddie.

He stood outside the cell while the officer who walked with him unlocked the door of the cell.

And then Eddie was out.

Steve was here.

Eddie was looking at Steve.

He looked thinner, hair longer, and he was dressed in almost the same outfit he was in the last time things were normal.

Before the pool, before the ‘I love you,’ before Eddie threw everything away to be in a jail cell in Chicago.

“Stevie.”

It was broken. He could barely see through the tears in his eyes, could feel the burn in his chest that meant he was actually feeling something.

“C’mon, Eds. Let’s go home,” Steve said.

And Eddie couldn’t do anything but follow him.

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The ride was quiet, especially when Steve took a left turn where he should have taken a right at Eddie’s direction, the car turning towards the highway.

“Um. Where are we going?” Eddie finally asked after a few miles.

“Home.”

O…kay. Well, Eddie’s home was definitely not in this direction, but if Steve wanted to take him somewhere else, that was fine.

He didn’t have anything to do for the next two days.

One hour later, Eddie realized that home meant Hawkins, meant Steve’s home, maybe even Wayne’s.

“You’re taking me to Hawkins?”

“I said I’m taking you home. Hawkins is home.”

“It’s-”

“It’s home. You left home and you need the people there right now more than you need to be in Chicago. We’re going home,” Steve said, leaving no room for argument.

Steve’s home hadn’t changed.

The outside was still maintained professionally, the inside was still a mix of perfect order and absolute chaos, like Steve had tried his best to keep it clean, but the kids had come behind him and fucked it all up.

It was beautiful.

Eddie missed everything about it.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw the living room.

The last place he’d left Steve, his heart, everything.

“You sleep last night?” Steve asked from behind him.

“Not really.”

“You can take my bed. Guest room is a mess right now. I’ll have dinner ready when you’re up,” Steve said as he walked to the kitchen.

He acted as if this was totally normal, like this was exactly how he planned on bringing Eddie back into his life.

Eddie wouldn’t sleep, he already knew there was no way he could be in Steve’s bed, smelling Steve’s shampoo on his pillow, remembering everything they’d done in it.

He followed Steve to the kitchen, his better judgment completely left behind in a jail cell.

“You don’t have to do all this for me,” Eddie started, watching Steve’s back tense from across the room. “I can just grab a bus back to Chicago and pretend this never happened.”

“Is that what you want?”

Steve wouldn’t look at him, but his voice was wobbling, and Eddie knew what that meant.

“No, it’s not.”

If Steve could be brave enough to drive to Chicago to pick him up, bring him home, even when he didn’t deserve the kindness, then Eddie could be brave enough to tell him what he should have six months ago.

“Then why do you expect me to want that?” Steve turned to him, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Because I hurt you.”

“Hurting me doesn’t make me want you less, it just means I’m hurting while I love you,” Steve sobbed.

Eddie took the few steps to get to Steve by the fridge, stopping right in front of him.

“Do you?” Eddie whispered, letting the tears fall from his own eyes.

“Do I what?”

“Do you love me?”

Steve sniffled, letting out a disbelieving laugh.

“I don’t know why you think I drove to Chicago to pick you up from fucking jail, but it isn’t because I hate you.”

There he was.

That was Eddie’s feisty Steve.

The one he loved.

“I love you,” Eddie said simply.

There was plenty more to say, plenty more he would say, but nothing would be able to happen until he said the words Steve should have heard already.

“Because I picked you up?” Steve asked, head hanging, eyes on the floor.

“No.” Eddie cupped his chin, tilting his face up so he could see him. “Because you’ve always picked me up. Because I’ve picked you up. Because I’m an idiot, but you love me, anyway.”

Steve’s kiss was wet, but Eddie didn’t care.

Any kiss from Steve was worth having, was a gift.

It was slow, but over quickly, and Eddie held back the whine he felt building in his throat when Steve pulled away.

“You loved me then? It wasn’t in my head?” he asked quietly, unsure.

“I loved you then. I love you now. Ask me again in ten years. Maybe 25. My answer won’t change,” Eddie smiled as he leaned in for another quick kiss.

“You’re awful sure about that for someone who ran from me before.”

“Nothing makes you more sure of your feelings than being alone with them for a long time. The guys aren’t really ‘talk about it’ people. I just had myself. Sometimes the bartender.”

The bartender who was probably gonna be looking for him within the next couple of days when he didn’t show up again.

Oh well.

He was home.

“You gonna stay? Let us really try? Be more than the guys who fuck every night?” Steve asked, arms crossing over his chest to protect himself.

He didn’t need to do that anymore.

Eddie wasn’t someone he needed protection from.

“I’m gonna stay and be the guy who takes you out, and who writes you songs, and who draws you stupid pictures, and who fucks you every night, and loves you. That’s who I’m gonna be.”

Steve smirked.

“Every night?”

“Every night.”

“Including this one?”

“Well…your bed is pretty comfy from what I remember. I could sleep after…”

Steve grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the stairs.

He stopped on the first step, turning to look Eddie in the eyes.

“You’re not gonna say sorry to me. You wanna know why?”

“Why’s that?”

“Because sorry is for people correcting mistakes. We’re starting fresh. No mistakes yet. You’re Eddie, I’m Steve, we love each other. That can be enough for us, I think.”

Eddie would apologize.

Steve would forgive him.

But for now, Eddie could do what Steve asked.

“We can just love each other.”

Steve nodded once, turned again, and continued up the stairs with Eddie in tow.

Forgiveness started in Steve’s bed that night, Steve sitting on Eddie’s lap like he had all those months ago, Eddie’s hands leaving fingerprint bruises on his hips, his teeth making their claim on his collarbone.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #angst #happy ending

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gojos-thot-patrol · 10 months

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satoru gojo, anger, "hold still, you're hurt!" 🤭🤭

ooo, I was hoping someone would request this! As a fair warning this is a little cannon divergent just for the hints of angst

Now presenting...

Starring: an increasingly frustrated Satoru Gojo, just trying to patch you up.

“I had him Satoru! I had him, this is bullshit!” You all but screamed as Gojo pulled you into his apartment. Cursed energy was flowing freely through your veins and demanding you take action. You couldn’t fucking believe you let Kenjaku get away again. After everything he did, how could you have been so weak?! You could have slain him, he was in your hands! But..that bastard still had your best friend's eyes.

You may not have been able to feel your wounds, but it was all Satrou could see. Blood poured from a gash in your arm, and without some treatment, you weren’t going to last long enough to see Shoko. To say the fact that you were able to move it around, splattering blood all over his previously clean apartment, was impressive was a drastic understatement. He rushed to his bathroom to grab the emergency first aid kit stored there. He had wondered in the past why he held on to it, especially now that Megumi was living on campus. Turns out, this was why.

“He was right there!” You roared, fighting red hot tears of rage as you ranted, your hands flying around, “I had my hands on his neck!”

“I know.” Satoru said, trying to grab your injured arm. His even, almost calm tone only added fuel to your fire. You didn’t hear just how tense he was.

“But I hesitated. Why the fuck would I hesitate! I should have just ripped that disgusting slimy lump of shit right out of Sugurus skull, it doesn’t deserve to be there!” You screamed.

“I know.” Satoru said, an edge creeping into his voice you completely missed. He grabbed your shoulders, trying to get you to sit down, only for you to break away. His home was starting to look like something from a slasher movie, and you were starting to look ashen. Gojo was trying to remain calm to not feed into your energy, but you really didn’t seem to register how hurt you were. “Y/n, please-” He started to speak. He didn’t get very far into his sentence before you cut in.

“Why am I so weak!? Why couldn’t I finish the job!? God, I’m such an idiot, what was I thinking!”

“You’re not weak, Y/n, let me see-”

“What the fuck is wrong with me?!”

“You arm is, let me-”

“Why couldn’t I kill Suguru?!” You shrieked, going to grab your head, and expelling a truly troubling amount of blood.

“Y/n, Hold still, You’re hurt!” Gojo finally yelled, finally met your energy, finally got your attention. Satoru had never raised his voice at you in the decade that the two of you had known each other. The moment you had stopped yelping, the pain finally set in and holy shit adrenaline must really be one hell of a god damn drug, because how the hell were you ignoring this?! You instinctively went to grab your injured arm, but Satoru had grabbed your wrist before you could. He eased you into a sitting position on the couch, sitting down next to you.

“Thank you.” He sighed, exasperated as he unbuttoned your uniform enough to pull your arm out of the long sleeves. He grabbed a rag and the iodine bottle to clean the gash. He cursed under his breath as he realized he was going to have to stitch this up.

“You need stitches Y/n.” He informed you, and you grimaced, knowing what that meant.

“Okay. I trust you.” You mumbled, taking the clean rag he gave you and putting it between your teeth. You couldn’t go to the hospital, they’d ask too many questions. You couldn’t go to Shoko, she wasn’t even in Japan at the moment. That left you with only one choice, and it wasn’t the one you favored. You’d seen movies where people would just casually stitch up a wound at home as if it was just a mild inconvenience. That was not the reality of actually getting stitches with no numbing. Film directors forget, getting sewn up was just getting stabbed; over and over again.

In Gojos defense, he worked quick. Clinical hands moved to try and limit your pain as much as possible. He despised that you were in so much pain, and tried to mitigate it as best as he could. It wasn’t the best work, he was by no means a professional. But it would do the job, and at least your blood was contained to your body again.

“Okay, we’re done. How are you feeling?” He asked, watching as you dropped the rag from your mouth and flexed your hand. At least you could still flex your hand.

“Like I want to set the world on fire.” You murmured, still not over your catastrophic fuck up. Gojo took a deep breath.

“Yea, that’s fair.” He confirmed. There was a pause, for the first time possibly ever Satoru was actually considering what he wanted to say. He didn’t want to make things worse. “Y/n, I…I know how you feel. I hesitated too, you know that right?”

“You only hesitated because I was in the way, I-” You started, getting yourself worked up again before he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, trying to drag you back down to earth.

“No, Y/n. You weren’t in the way. I had an opportunity to exorcize him, and I froze. It’s hard. You know you have the opportunity, you think you have the rage- the hate to pull you through the act, and then..”

“And then suddenly all you can see is Suguru.” You whispered. The heat had left your voice, leaving you with nothing but steam rattling around an empty pot.

“Yea.” Satoru confirmed, running a tired hand through his hair. He had killed Suguru once already. And yet, no matter what he did, he couldn’t bring himself to do it again. He couldn’t imagine how you felt.

“Satoru, I don’t understand.” You whimpered, “Geto did horrible things, believed awful things, he hurt so many people. He should be easy to eliminate. So just…why can’t we?” you begged for an answer. You desperately wanted to understand what held you back. Satoru knew though.

“Because we remember him before all of that. When he was the sweet kid that thought it was his duty to protect the world. We remember him as our friend.” He shrugged, suddenly unable to make eye contact with you.

“I wish I could forget.” you muttered. Satoru gave a dry, humorless laugh and shook his head.

“Yeah, me too,” He shrugged as he stood, “But, I don’t think we ever will. Anyways, it doesn’t matter now. We can’t change the past, so there's no use in obsessing over it. I’m going to go grab you something to eat, okay?” He said, walking to the kitchen and marking the end of the conversation. You nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

“Okay.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #satoru gojo angst #satoru gojo x reader angst #hurt/comfort #satoru gojo x you #nobody likes you when you're 23

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statiicstag · 17 days

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[ ooo im seeing a lot of people talking about their alastors and how they handle relationships today makes me wanna join in !! yapping under the cut

i honestly think part of why i was so intimidated to bring my interpretation to tumblr was specifically because of how he handles emotions and how it could be seen as ooc (which I see now why does that matter there's so many unique ways to write this guy lol) in the way that mine is not completely emotionless but oddly emotional and That is what fuels him to be the way he is

mine is mostly fear driven and that I diverged from the finale where he's blatantly freaking the fuck out about nearly dying for the hotel. now the way I read that I honestly think he was just trying to show off by killing Adam and didn't expect to be nearly killed but the fact he'd nearly sacrificed his life for someone else clearly horrifies him, and i don't necessarily think its because of attachments to the hotel but even the vague Idea that, if he DOES form attachments, this is what happens he nearly dies

and i personally think that's the root of all his problems: he doesn't experience love like a normal person, he equates love with ownership (he considers husk a friend canonically yet he has him on a leash, same with niffty he canonically cares for her) i think he thinks he has to force someone to stay by his side or they'll walk away and his care will be tor nothing. and i think he has a very "eye for an eye" mentality—like each party has to be Doing Something for the other party to stay involved, love itself isn't enough. i also truthfully write him as fearful of the hurt that can come with letting someone in and caring about them, because that's a weakness

i think the reason he's so comfortable keeping rosie as a friend and not under his thumb is because she doesn't seek him out? like they have a mutually beneficial relationship for him, he can come and go, vox was Too Much and it frightened him so he self sabotaged the relationship to avoid pain

most people he just wants to be of use to him—he views others like pawns, and if you can't provide either entertainment or some kind of service, you're useless

clearly all this can be pushed past I have several ships on this blog he actually cares for but overall even at the beginnings of those, he sees them as someone he has to sink his nails into and own to a degree (though that can be worked past too). and good luck getting an i love you out of him, its simply not how he operates. anyone whose walked away from him has walked away with claw marks embedded in them ]

#【 ☓ 】 ❙ THIS BROADCAST HAS ENDED. ❙《 ooc. 》࿏#【 ☓ 】 ❙ PULLING ALL THE STRINGS. ❙《 headcanons. 》࿏#[this got. Long if you read this I love you]#[idk to a degree this probably Is OOC but hes mine and i love himb]

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itjazzbicch · 6 months

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Biker Prince Charming PT. 3

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x Fem Reader

Summary: Biker Prince Charming PT. 1 - Biker Prince Charming PT. 2

Spending time with one another causes rumors to spread about Shinichiro and the reader dating, which they only fuel, becoming official after the reader finally explains the one thing hurting her heart, and Shinichiro tackles that issue...

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, a little fight (Shinichiro snaps) (but that's about it!)

Word Count: 1.4k

After going out with Shinichiro and almost fighting with that guy at our hangout spot, there had been much talk about us maybe being together. I wouldn't say we were together, but we kept giving people things to discuss.

"So, you two dating yet?" My best friend loved to poke at me, walking alongside me; meanwhile, Shinichiro was on my other side, heading to the yearly festival.

"Don't you have your own little boy toy you should be worrying about?" I whispered, eyes on Takeomi on her other side as we went together.

The way she blushed made me laugh, subconsciously holding Shinichiro's hand and offering:

"How about we get something to snack on? Every year, there's a stand that makes some delicious gyoza."

"Let's go get some then," Shinichiro smiled, allowing me to lead the way.

It was in the same spot as last year, and this 'double date' was already so much fun. We ate, and got to check out some of the other stands with all kinds of collectibles, jewelry, you name it.

We were smiling the whole time too, excited as a firework show was going to happen soon, my best friend jumping at the thought:

"Ooo! Can we go get some ice cream before we watch the fireworks?"

"Sure thing, babe," Takeomi was really trying to charm her up. I couldn't wait to tease her about it, but we all got an ice cream cone, went to where we planned to sit and watch the fireworks till Shinichiro squeezed my hand:

"Is it okay if we talk for a second?"

He wanted us to be alone, fighting a smile, and I couldn't say no, finishing my ice cream and nodding:

"Yeah, let's go."

Heading away from the crowd, we stood by a staircase, my heart fluttering as Shinichiro was reaching into his pocket, whispering with his cheeks turning pink:

"I just wanted to give you something special, that's all."

"What is it?" Watching his hand open to me, I saw a bracelet with little charms, one standing out compared to the others, a crown. It appeared to be handmade, those flutters getting stronger as he took my hand gently, clipping the bracelet around my wrist:

"I remembered when you would make charm bracelets when we were kids. So, I made one for you."

"You made it?" This gift touched my heart, and I held my hand up to admire it more; a smile formed as he nodded, explaining and giggling:

"It might not look the best, but I even welded the metal into a crown. A princess needs her crown, right?"

Staring at the crown, my smile grew brighter, finding his eyes, "I think it looks beautiful, Shinichiro. Thank you."

He just smiled back at me, our smiles so bright we broke out into giggles, but my chest seized as his eyes twinkled, taking my hand and his head leaning down to me.

Was he going to kiss me? This was it. I could feel it, letting my eyes shut gently as he inched closer, but flashing back open at the sound of a voice I knew:

"They are together, huh?"

The last bit of fear in my heart returned, shaking as I stared off toward who was talking; Shinichiro quickly noticed something was wrong.

"Hey-" He whispered, looking in the direction I was, seeing my ex-boyfriend, "That's your ex, right?"

"Yeah," I whispered back shakily, my eyes briefly connecting with my ex's, and my shaking worsened.

"Y/N," Taking my shoulders, Shinichiro moved his head to meet my eyes, calm and only wanting to help, "If he's bothering you somehow, tell me. Please."

"I-I just-" I swallowed, finally growing the courage to tell him what I've only told my best friend, putting my head down, "Remember the end of senior year, when I missed a few days of school? I came back all messed up, and no one knew why?"

"I remember," He nodded, having an idea of what I was going to say, staying silent as I cried softly:

"It was him. He 'put me in my place' to try and show off in front of some gang he joined."

His hands were still on my shoulders, and he felt stiff, the tears of sadness turning into rage as I picked my head up, huffing and explaining:

"And that's why I created my gang. To show stupid boys that us girls can lead and, more importantly, kick ass too."

Shinichiro was staring at me, his eyes darkening, and it almost scared me as I had never seen such a look in his eyes before.

"Guys! You done? The fireworks are about to go off!"

My best friend and Takeomi were coming for us, shaking again as Shinichiro stood up straight, turning to Takeomi and commanding:

"Takeomi, stay here with them. Don't let a soul near them. Got it?"

"Got it," Takeomi didn't bother to question him; Shinichiro's eyes said it all, but I was still paranoid, reaching out for him:

"Shinichiro-"

There was no stopping him. He walked right up to my ex, who was laughing with some guy, trying to be all cocky:

"Yo, Shinichiro. Heard you got my sloppy seconds!"

"Did you think she'd never tell me?" Hearing their exchange, my heart wouldn't stop pounding, panting even as my best friend kept me in a hug, Takeomi watching in case someone else was to step in.

My ex only stared. He knew what Shinichiro was talking about, going to speak just for his jaw to be met with Shinichiro's fist, the impact louder than any punch I ever heard, making my ex drop like a ton of bricks, the fireworks starting to blast and explode into the sky as Shinichiro hit him with another punch.

"DID YOU REALLY THINK SHE'D NEVER TELL ME?!"

That buddy of my ex's was so scared he ran away, Shinichiro picking him up by the shirt and punching him over and over.

His yelling started to attract attention; Takeomi looked as we saw a bystander dialing their phone.

"Shinichiro!" Running to him, even Takeomi could barely pull Shinichiro away, "Someone saw! We have to go!"

Shinichiro wasn't exactly a prizefighter, but seeing him in a rage, this unseen strength. I'll never forget it. He finally let go and backed away with Takeomi, who was pulling out his keys:

"Sorry, girls, we have to go."

"It's, it's okay-" I heaved, clinging to Shinichiro's arm as he came to me, his keys in hand, whispering:

"We can go to my place."

We didn't say anything after that. I just followed him, hopping on the back of his bike, and clung to him the entire ride. We stopped with Takeomi to make sure my best friend got home safe, then went to his place.

"I need a cigarette," He mumbled, lighting one up as we stepped inside, and I sat on the couch in silence, fidgeting with my hands and the bracelet he gave me.

Halfway through his cigarette, he came to sit next to me, whispering softly:

"I'm sorry for ruining our fun at the festival. When you told me that, I just-"

"It's okay, really," I cooed, taking his hand, fighting tears again, "No one has ever stood up for me like that before."

"I will always be here for you," Finding my gaze, I started to cry, knowing his every word was true, "I'll fight the whole world for you if I have to, Y/N."

All I wanted to do was hug him, doing so and squeezing, never wanting to let go. He ashed out his cigarette so he could embrace me back with both arms, my head against his chest as I confessed:

"I love you, Shinichiro. You really are my prince charming."

Unlike the festival, nothing stopped him as he pushed my head up so his lips could finally kiss mine.

As our lips danced, something was pouring into my heart. This strong sense in both my brain and heart. It was true love. I just knew it. The same sense was beaming from him as he guided me back on the couch, our kiss deepening and less intertwining.

"I love you too, princess," Lips just hovering above me, his dark eyes were back to soft and precious like usual, the cute smile that lifted his cheeks making me fall for him even harder than I already had, paying great attention to his following words, "There's nothing to hide anymore. We can be happy."

I couldn't get enough of him, kissing softly and ensuring he knew, "I'm always happy when I'm with you."

#tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev imagine #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers fluff #shinichiro sano #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro sano x y/n #shinichiro sano imagine #shinichiro sano fluff #read and enjoy

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the-phantom-peach · 4 months

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Your art looks so squishy and soft, like the nicest set of playdoh I've ever seen! Your zelda/persona stuff fuel my mush brain, and I love your artstyle!

playdoh! ooo how fun!

#peachie asks

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giggly-squiggily · 6 months

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Ok so im the person that asked for more +readers and when k seen u reply i was on cloud 9 but i did realize after i asked the question that i forgot some stuff that my bad. But i was asking for a fic and my prompt is zenitsu and tanjiro are trying to distract reader from doing something and they succeeded but not with out reader putting up a fight. How I imagine this is that it would be swich between zenitsu and tanjiro, and reader

Ooo, yes! This one is so cute! :D I've gotcha covered, anon!

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Your muscles ached, and a bead of sweat was rolling down your cheek, but you didn’t give up. You wouldn’t!

“Don’t give up, Tanjiro! Eyes on the prize!” Zenitsu called from your other side, looking between the two of you with wide anticipated eyes. “Oh man, it’s so close!”

“Not…for long…” Tanjiro grunted, leaning forward to put more leverage in his arm. You did the same, matching his strength. The two of you were having an arm wrestling contest; the prize being the Wisteria house specialty pudding. From what you’ve heard, there was only one left, fueling your determination to win.

“Give up! That pudding is mine!” You growled, your arm starting to shake from the force.

“Never!” Tanjiro declared back, sweating bullets as his arm started to lean.

“Oh no!” Zenitsu cried, reaching out and putting his arm over Tanjiro’s, steading it. It was absolutely cheating, but you weren’t worried.

“Don’t forget who my mentor is!” You cried. Putting in Gyomei’s work, you pushed back, forcing the lean once more. “Let me show you the power of the Earth Hashira’s Tsugoku!”

“AH! WE’RE GONNA LOSE!” Zenitsu wailed, realizing they were sinking. Tanjiro couldn’r respond, all his will put into keeping himself steady. “Tanjiro, we have to do it!”

Tanjiro shook his head, but another centimeter was lost, further pushing his arms to one side. With some reluctance, he nodded.

Zenitsu moved so fast you almost didn’t see him.

“Whatcha gonna do-AH!” You shot up with a yelp when fingers attacked your ribs, prodding at rapid pace and weakening your grip. Tanjiro could breath once more as your arms slowly returned to the center. “No fahahhahir! Stahhahahp thahahaht!”

“Never! Go, Tanjiro, go!” The blonde chanted as he tickled you relentlessly, weakening you with each prod and poke. It was like slow motion, the way your arm started to fall towards his side. “I got them!”

“Sorry, (Y/N), but the pudding is ours!” Tanjiro pushed more, your arm inches from the table. Looks like it was time for your own desperate measures.

“Nohohohoho way in hehehehell! Tahahahke this!” With a kick, you had your foot out, jabbing him in the belly rapidly. Tanjiro yelped, doubling over as your arms reset once more. “Hahahaha! I wihihiihn!”

“Ah! Ahehahahahha, (Y/N)!” The brunette squeaked, his free hand fighting off your foot while the other held strong. He tried to sneak in some tickles but you were far too fast. “Nohohohot thehehehere!”

“Yehhehes there! Cohoohhome here!” You reached behind you, managing to grab Zenitsu’s hip with a pinch. The blonde squawked as he shot back, freeing you from his clutches.

Once again your arms were on your side. Just one last push-

“AH! NOohohohooh, not the knehehehhehehehees!” You squealed when Tanjiro pulled your leg closer, leaning in so he could squeeze your knee. The loss of balance sent you both tumbling, arms disconnecting as the table was shifted. “Yohoohohohu jeheheheherk!”

“We got them! We got them, Tanj-AH!” Zenitsu squealed as he was yanked down beside you, your arms coming around his torso and squeezing every soft spot available. “AHHH AHHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! (Y/N), PLEHAHAHAHHAHASE!”

“Gohohohohotcha, you lihihiihihttle chehehhaater-OOF!” You yelped when Tanjiro’s body appeared, attacking your stomach and sides with new ferocity. “Oohohohoho hehehehehell nahahhhah! Geheheheht ohohohohohover heheheahhhar!”

“No way- EHEHE!” Tanjiro was dragged in, giggling as his thigh was grabbed. “Wahahhait, wahahhait- AHAHHA ZENEHEHEHN!”

“Tahhahhake thihihihihis!” Zenitsu cried, attempting to tickle you both. Before long, you three became a pile of laughter, prodding at each other's tickle spots until you couldn’t laugh anymore.

Just as quick as it came it ended. Gasping for breath, the three of you were sprawled out amongst the futons, giggly and flushed from the battle. “Ehehehe…whhoohooho won?” You asked, turning to the boys.

“Ahehehe…truuhuhuce?” Tanjiro offered. Zenitsu made a sleepy gesture in agreement, earning a soft giggle from both of you.

“Okay. We'll share the pudding.” You decided just as the door opened, Inosuke walking in carrying…

“Oi, did you guys fight without me?” Inosuke sounded as shocked as you felt, the prized pudding devoured by the boar himself! “No fair- I want to fight!”

“Oh, do you now?” Tanjiro sounded dangerous, his previous exhaustion fading away as he stood. Zenitsu looked equally enraged. “Did you hear that (Y/N)? Inosuke wants to fight. Shall we give him one?”

“Yes. Lets.” You grinned, cracking your knuckles as the Zenitsu grabbed the nearest pillow.

“Hhehehehehehe! BRING IT ON!” Inosuke charged, half eaten pudding left behind as the four of you attacked one another. Feathers flew and laughs were renewed.

Overall, it was a great night.

Thanks for reading!

#demon slayer #tickle #tickle fic #reader insert #tanjiro kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #fluff #platonic #I like writing them silly kjarjajkrjkearjka

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 months

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Hi 👋

Since you said it's ok to reach out, please don't mind me dumping my thoughts on the cancellation news :

OFMD and it's fandom, even though I'm very much a lurker, is so important to me. The last few years have been really chaotic and not in a good way. My life has turned out very different from what I've imagined and I've had to give up many of the things that brought me joy.

The doses of serotonin I got from OFMD and its fandom, even by just scrolling tumblr a few mins, made all the difference to keep me going. Now I'm sad and a bit fearful that life is going to be that little bit harder, and that I've lost something to look forwards to.

I'm sad for the cast and crew and the fandom too. And depressed thinking about the future of art. I have a hard time imagining a positive future, both on a global and personal level, and I fear corporate bullshit is ruining human creativity and storytelling.

I am grateful though to cast, crew and fandom. We really got something so special with OFMD. I feel a bit guilty for not having the time and energy to contribute much, and I was hoping that if season 3 had happened, I would by then have had more to give.

Thanks for everything you do for the fandom 💕

Hi friend! Ooo I love your icon btw. Yes please! My dms and asks are always open (sometimes I'm a bit late getting back to them because of time differences and crazy work situations but I do try to get back to you within 24 hrs, especially now!)

Can I just say, I really appreciate you sharing this with me and the crew? I know it's really hard to talk about these kinds of things, especially when you're already feeling upset, and I am so honored you felt safe enough to share it.

First, and foremost, I totally get that guilty feeling, like you didn't have time to do enough. But you know what? You did plenty. You were here lurking, and participating in the background. Not all of us have enough spoons to do crazy things every day to support our show, and that is 100% okay. The fact that you kept yourself going is exactly what needed to happen, and I'm so glad you found some solace in the OFMD fandom. The most important thing is you are here with us, and you're getting something good out of this wonderful community.

The situation seems dire right now, I know. It's so hard because it feels like "Well maybe if we just did x more" it would be enough, but the hard truth of it is, it wouldn't. You are right, the corporate greed out there is ruining human creativity and storytelling. However-- I think this is a wonderful opportunity for us to keep fighting the good fight for exactly those things.

Every piece of art... or fic... or cosplay, or drink or any creation really, inspired by the show has the power to fuel creativity in others. We are creative creatures, and I know I, like you, had given up for a long time many of the things that brought me joy. This community, this fandom, this show, is fueled by creativity, and love and joy and inclusivity, and that is a beautiful thing, and that is certainly not gone. Even if we don't get an s3 now or ever-- that spark, that inspiration is still there in all of us. They can't take away the way that show made us feel.

You feelings on worrying life is going to be a bit worse are absolutely valid hon. I spent all yesterday afternoon crying my damn eyes out because I felt like I finally had something I could continue to support and fight for, and that I may have had some semblance of control over and it was taken away. Your grief and fear are so damn valid. I'm also feeling very strongly about "I have a hard time imagining a positive future, both on a global and personal level". I'm lucky to be a part of a community where when I expressed those same concerns people gave me some great ways to help cope and put my energy into. @celluloidbroomcloset passed on this nugget: "So I've got friends who are, like, Activists with a capital A, and from what they've said a good place to direct efforts when you feel helpless is at local levels. Can be politics, homeless advocacy, queer orgs, environmental, etc. or other orgs within your area, etc. Because a lot of change can happen more easily at the local level and you can engage with people more readily in those spaces and make a difference. It breaks down the bigger issues into something more manageable with real, visible outcomes." Please know friend, you're not alone in these fears, we're all feeling them right now, and I'm really happy you felt like you could reach out and talk about them. If you wanna talk more please feel free to DM me. Thank you for all your kind words to the community and the cast & crew too, I know they need it just as much as we do at the moment. You are a super human <3 Take care and get some rest, and when you feel up for it, please come back to us and keep loving the things in this fandom :) We're all still here.

#asks #asks love #rita-toille #ofmd

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squelchbug · 6 months

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wtf verified my email finally after 2 yeaurs turns out i been missing out on a lot of Interaction . any ways . CND posting at 5 am here’s my guy his name is Cacophony

no way in hell i can concisely summarize all his shit rn … unless

the basics : he’s a Yuanti Tiefling Monk, 7ft tall& 32yrs old rn. he was raised in Partirisvarati and as a child amidst a war he got tossed into a prison where he then had his hands cut off &eyes gouged out by brutes as punishment for getting caught attempting to steal a handful of seeds for his family’s farm . but don’t worry. he got better

hes blind , uses Tremorsense . knows Common & Bolidian (Partirisvarati native language. +because it’s funny, as this dialect is translated into Common, it gives him a cockney british accent). got acid blood & is venomous, but he’s too polite to use it for evil, until he isn’t . he is a goofy goober(walking murderweapon) but alas, is a creature of joy and whimsy at heart . he suffers w PunchDrunk syndrome& frequent tremors/seizures . wizardry antics grew his hands back and gave him an extra arm, thanks Dee . (hi Simon)

he spent ages 10-20in prison, 20-23on parole+ after escaping parole he met Krishika, Krissie for short, a Githyanki halfOwlin Warlock. bsf4lyfe. actualy, wrong, these two are insane . imagine if you would a psychological torment comparable to that of a paranoid mother hellbent on building a dynamic so codependent slash parasitic BOTH sides end up Killing & Dying for eachother(multiple times) each against yet fully within their own wills (i love contradictory!). Krissie… has issues and problems. her soul had been permanently shattered into three components, and due to some species complications , left her In-Between multiple states of being at once . Blah blah blah… autism to save for another day..All she wants is some god damn control in her life . enter sir scapegoat Cacophony, who’s only aspiration since gaining real freedom for the First Time In His Life , is to provide an unconditional support to any new friend he makes !! 😁😬.. Cacophony lets & encourages Krissie to use him as a vessel for possession, as at the beginning it’d benefited both of them, but overtime, Krissies state had worsened and too late she’d realized she had been taking advantage of Cacophony. Krissie is fueled fully on adrenaline and fear, and the moment she knew she done fucked up was a pivotal point for them both- a point of absolutely No return, Krissie decided Cacophony would be much safer in her grasp and at her command. She strikes a deal with a man named Soren Trouvaille to soulbind herself to Cacophony, turning them both functionally immortal , unless one kills the other half . glances around

….as a result of multiple decades worth of various forms of mental abuse Cacophonys biggest flaw remains to be how forgiving he is 🫶 or yk, better put, how willingly he will allow second chances to those he considers worth it. he’s done an awful lot of healing these last four years. i blame his lovely husband (Soren, Tabaxi/Orc Artificer/Cleric) and their weird daughter (Siobhan, Jackal Artificer)

more of them soon, i love them very much . love heart xoxo . their family is so perfect icant wait to talk abt them . yes i mentioned a Soren Trouvaille earlier and yes this is him ooo drama

what more to share on Cacophony… i don’t know how to go in depth with personality and morals even tho i desperately want to lmfao . Cacophony is such a hypocrite, and he genuinely doesn’t mean to be . he will formulate an opinion on you based off of the Whys and How’s of the situation rather than the What. absolutely describe him as understanding as he tends to dig to the root of the cause for Anything and fully hear you out,but as a professional hypocrite he Will abandon this method of he doesn’t like you 💀. he’s an extreme optimist, or as i like to call it, Delusional ! people like to accuse him for putting up a front, but i swear he’s just insane . he would be dead in the fucking gutters if he wasn’t , truly . aint he a sweetheart , though . ok i’d love to add more . but i am dying. gootbye

#ooo you wanna ask me about partirisvarati sooo bad #or the bolidian language #literaly any of this information i have approximately 7tons More information hiding behind it #this is five years worth of handcrafted from scratch lore #i am so autistic #dnd oc art #dnd fanart #dnd character art #cndposting #squelchocs #doodle dump #dnd infodump #oc lore #goodnight

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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Hi omg I love your blog so much! You're truly a great writer~ I don't know if you have the time or the inspiration, but could you do a Wanda x mutant!reader where after the iconic and legendary "no more mutants" thingy, Wanda's gf doesn't survive because she needed her powers? And maybe Wanda tries to fix everything? It's totally okay if you can't, or if you need to take your time, truly. Do have a nice day!! <3 and don't forget to drink and eat, please~ and have a proper sleep schedule, too, just a reminder!

a/n: hi!! Thank you so much!! That means a lot to me ❤️Ooo i love this prompt, so much angsty angst. I have to be honest with you tho anon, i haven’t read the House of M quite yet so if anything seems off, it is because i put my faith in google…i apologize. But i think i did ok? Maybe? Anyways thank you for the reminders <3<3, i really appreciate them. I also have to apologize for the angst of this fic, i really snatched that happy ending away :/

wanda maximoff taglist: @nyx-aira @astralqche @exclusivitymajor

word count: 426

warning(s): angst; major character death; not a happy ending; author might be a bit to dependent on google; not quicksilver friendly (?); short

No More Mutants

Air was sucked out of your lungs, the atmosphere around you chilling your bones. You collapsed onto the ground, clutching your chest as you stared at your girlfriend. The words she spoke resonated throughout your body, her magic stripping you of your lifeline.

No more mutants, she had said.

When Wanda opened her eyes, she examined the chaos before her. Mutants, now mortal, were mourning their lost powers, looking at her with hate. But her eyes quickly fell on you, as you crumbled to the ground. Ignoring the hostile environment around her, Wanda ran to you, gathering you in her arms. Panicked, she cupped your face, her fractured mind yelling at her.

“Y/N? Beba, what- why-”

You couldn’t speak, the energy once fueling you fading away. Your mutation is what kept you alive, without it - you were doomed. All you could do was raise a shaking hand to cover Wanda’s, one last symbol of your love.

Wanda didn’t understand what was happening. She didn’t want to kill anyone, she didn’t want to hurt you. Why was this happening?

The realization hit her like a truck.

Your x-gene didn’t “activate” until you had died a few years earlier. She took away your power, reversing you to your natural, mortal state. Dead.

Wanda’s lips trembled as she planted a kiss on your forehead, almost pulling away in shock when she felt how cold you were rapidly becoming. When she did pull away, she couldn’t hold back a sob when she saw you mouthing ‘I love you’, words unable to be spoken. You squeezed her hand one last time before…

Wanda let out a scream, a blast of power radiating from her body, throwing everyone around her backwards. She pulled you into a hug, your limp body shaking with her cries.

“No, no, I can, I can fix this.” She spoke under her breath, her magic swirling around you. But before she could cast the spell, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Quicksilver looked down at his sister, a blank look on his face. Wanda snarled as she brought you closer to her, shielding your body from him.

“You told me to do this, you told me it would fix everything!”

Quicksilver just shook his head, removing his hand from Wanda.

“You did fix everything, sister. But you cannot fix this, death is not something we play with.”

Wanda’s eyes glowed a dangerous red, her power blasting her brother away from her. She let her magic flow through you once more, snarling at her brother.

“Watch me.”

a/n: ik this is super short and i am very sorry about that!! i love this prompt and enjoyed writing it, i just was afraid of messing up the lore too much but thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it! Bc of the ending, i am willing to write a part 2, if anyone would like that!

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