#They/Them reader pronouns

[absentcaryatid]

My Yunho

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Your college classmate Yunho is disappointed he is eclipsed by a taller Yunho in your life. There is some angst and longing but all ends well.

2.6K words, Content note: all tumblr ages, gender neutral reader who is shorter than Yunho, They/Them pronouns used for the reader, brief mention of kink, food

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You first noticed the slightly dorky but still attractive man when he stood up to leave. It was the first day of a science lab together and your rapt attention to the professor teaching your favorite subject meant you had not yet given thought to the students around you. Staring a little too long, your classmate caught the way your eyes lingered on him from across the room.

As he headed toward the exit, he offered an understanding smile and remarked, “Everybody usually says how tall I am at this point.”

The audible scoff and confused look on your face took him by surprise. “Really?” Scanning him up and down led to the rough estimate, “You are what, one hundred eighty centimeters maybe? Do you mostly know short people?”

Straightening up with a peevish look he corrected, “One hundred eighty-five, and I did catch you giving me the once over.”

His cockiness was not impressing you. Taking that confidence down a notch was going to feel good. “You have a massive cowlick. That is what got my attention.”

“All day so far? How did no one else tell me?” He groaned at his less than reliable roommate Mingi who had eaten breakfast with him and said nothing. The titters that morning from his tablemates in this class and the one before were suddenly making sense in retrospect. Patting all over his head, the now chastened man could not find the errant hairs by feel and you took pity on his state.

Watching his awkward reaction, you got the sense it had been a nervous rather than conceited conversational opener so you rethought your own tone. Waving the man to lean over, you gently smoothed the section down but it kept bouncing back up. “This will take some water. May I?” He nodded at your drink held aloft. Splashing a bit from the bottle into your palm, you molded the strands back into place and smiled with satisfaction.

“Thank you,” he said gratefully. It seemed his attitude toward you had softened as well. “My name is Yunho, by the way.”

In return you gave your own adding, “That is an easy name to remember, I have a Yunho of my own.”

At this fact, Yunho managed to cover the way his face fell with a cough, or at least had attempted to.

You tried not to enjoy the compliment of his telling disappointment. “Sorry I could not be impressed with your height, my Yunho is one hundred ninety-six centimeters tall.”

Classmate Yunho whistled at the numbers. “And I thought I was tall. Must be nice to be a real giant.”

Wanting to preserve some of his vanishing dignity you added, “You are not short though, I could only help after you bent over in reach.” With a rehearsed set of complaints you also responded to his commonly voiced comment. “Shoes are never in his size most places and whenever my Yunho hugs me my head ends up in his armpit. He says it is not glamorous being that height but he seems to like it.” You gave a devious grin, “I do get a kick out of the rare times he encounters someone taller making him finally seem small.”

“I know what that is like,” Yunho laughed, “though surely it happens to me more often than him.” Walking out the door together, it was easy to fall into pleasant conversation until you reached the next class of yours in a building nearby. Parting with smile, Yunho headed to an early lunch with Mingi across campus.

As he left, you called out, “See you next time, Little Yunho!”

Turning back to you, his hand whipped up and covered his laughing mouth. The action was adorable. You were smitten. This was a problem.

~

Mingi was made aware of Yunho's arrival by an accusatory tone from the usually affable man. “You let me leave our dorm looking like a fool this morning. I was tempted to mess up your lunch order after the way you treated me.” Yunho passed the takeout bag while Mingi handed over one of the caramel coffee drinks he had been in charge of obtaining. They sat together on the bench outside the dance studio before their hip hop class.

Gesturing to his own hair, Mingi mocked, “So you finally noticed whatever you had going on up there. I thought maybe you were trying a new style.”

“Really?” Yunho calmed at the explanation.

Mingi gaped at his best friend. Sometimes Yunho was so earnest. It made him very easy to tease. “Of course not, it was clearly bedhead. Next time look in a mirror before heading to class. You want to make a good impression this early in the semester, right? You never know who you will meet.”

“That's the problem. I did meet someone.” Yunho facepalmed then turned on Mingi. “They acted like a real friend,” he emphasized with a look, “and helped me with my hair.” He chuckled at the recollection, “Then they called me Little Yunho. I think I liked it.”

“Little. Okay.” His friend nodded as he took the information in. “Didn't know you were into embarrassment or degradation. I won't kinkshame.” The way he laughed made it sound otherwise.

“Mingi!” The name was punctuated with a swat to the shoulder. “It is not like that at all.”

“Well, that sounds promising, then. I am glad for you. Maybe you should be grateful I didn't point out your unintentional hairstyle at breakfast if it could lead to a new relationship.”

“Don't think you get off the hook that easily for letting me go out like that.” Looking downcast, Yunho sighed, “Friends is all it can be, though I liked them from the start. Apparently they have a boyfriend already, named Yunho no less. Far taller than me, hence I became 'Little Yunho.' The name is okay though, I'd put up with anything from them. I figure to have gotten a nickname means I must be doing something right.”

The dazed face along with those words told Mingi all he needed to know. His friend had it bad for you so he decided to try and be positive. “College relationships can come and go,” Mingi mused as he thought over his own intermittent dating experience. “Don't give up on the first day. You never know who will be the last Yunho standing.”

“This is not a contest, Mingi. But, thank you for the encouragement.” Yunho dusted lunch crumbs off his lap. “Besides, gaining another friend is a pretty good outcome from the class, if that is the way things go. Just like having you in my life since our middle school years has meant so much. Friends is good. That would be okay.”

It did not take years of friendship to know Yunho was deceiving himself to protect his tender heart. But, there was nothing Mingi could do so he decided to watch how this all played out. Knowing firsthand how easy it was to like Yunho, Mingi had hopes you might come around in time. There was no way anyone would not want his roommate. Even Mingi did a little bit if he was being honest.

~

The next science class, Yunho was seated at your table up front by the time you got to the lab. This sign of obvious interest caused a smile to break out as you greeted the handsome man. Between his looks that kept growing on you and personality shown the first day, you really were falling for him, despite your intentions. It was not like you to make friends easily but this Yunho made it effortless. It might have been unwise, but you chose to work together from then onward despite the danger of falling further.

For his part, Yunho was equally entranced by you. He tried not to imagine the hulking brute Big Yunho must be. “Their boyfriend better be gentle with them,” he thought to himself. Yunho began to fume over the imagined competitor who had the luck to meet his classmate before he did. Eventually he set jealousy aside, for the moment, and had a productive lab session despite wanting you to be his partner in more than just science experiments.

A month went on like this. Yunho would bask in your warmth toward him while also being saddened by your unavailability. When you were absent the next time class met, it sent a pang of loss through Yunho's body. The lab had become the highlight of his week and daydreaming about seeing you again had filled the long wait each time.

Mingi had spent far too many hours hearing about all your perfect traits that Yunho could list endlessly. With a flash of insight after the session dragged to an end, Yunho wondered if his crush had been too obvious and made you uncomfortable. Perhaps you were now enrolled in a different lab to avoid him. Pained, he crashed his head into his crossed arms on the table as tears began to well. Soon after, he was interrupted by a bewildered voice.

“Um, sorry to bother you when you are napping,” the newcomer kindly said, ignoring a more anguished appearance than tired as the other students filed out. “You are Yunho, right? I'm San and we have a friend in common. Your classmate texted asking if I could deliver a message to you.”

His head lifted to look over San with suspicion. Yunho bit back a spark of envy, “You have their number?”

“We have history together,” San replied while doing his best to suppress a smirk.

This information gave Yunho hope. “So you are an ex?” If San was a former partner you probably would not turn Yunho down for his own short height, that is if you ever were free to date again.

Wondering if he was considered a rival by the man you had so dreamily described this morning under the influence of cold medication, the perceptive man clarified, “Uh, no. History class. We have been friends since working on a presentation together. They asked me to come find you and say they are sick. I was told to look for someone tall.”

Yunho snorted at the description. “Not tall enough apparently.” For whatever reason, he really was hung up about your boyfriend's advantage over himself.

San ignored the comment. It was not his place to sort things out between these two who clearly had developed feelings for each other. “Anyway, they wanted me to give you their number, if you don't mind, so they can find out what they missed today.” With this news, San watched light return to Yunho's eyes.

“Yes, yes, of course!” Job of inputting contact details complete, Yunho shook San's hand in gratitude. He wanted to shout now that he knew he wasn't a bother at all! As San watched in amusement, Yunho grabbed his backpack and raced out the door.

In no time at all, Yunho was across campus and at the dance studio without even bothering to pick up the drinks that were his lunchtime assignment today. “Mingi, Mingi! I have their number. Help me figure out what to say.”

Mingi calmed him down and got the full story out of Yunho. “Let's be friendly and simple, okay? They still have that boyfriend, so unless you know they are not exclusive you should keep the tone light. Something basic like hoping they feel better soon.”  

After a few messages back and forth, it was decided your little brother would come to the dance studio on his way home from his own classes. Yunho would hand over the test prep packet so you could study whenever you felt up to it. If he had given it any thought before dashing out of class he would have gotten an extra one from the professor. However, the small cost of copying it himself before dance class was something Yunho was happy to take on.

As the machine flew through the papers, again he wished he was “your Yunho.” There was nothing he would not do for you, and he hoped one day you would be romantically available to hear that from him.

Dance instruction passed quickly. Afterward, Yunho waved off Mingi's offer to wait together, preferring to be alone with his thoughts. He came to realize sometimes it really is enough to have made a new friend. Not everything had to be a grand romance. He could still be happy if things never developed further. To have you in his life in any form was satisfactory. Maybe. Despite wanting it to be true, Yunho did not feel convinced by his own argument.

For the second time today, someone stepped into a classroom looking for him. A young voice piped up, “Are you Yunho?”

“That's me.” Yunho turned to face the person he was waiting for, a child still in the first year of high school by your description. Looking over the gangly teenager multiple inches beyond Yunho's own height he blurted out, “I was expecting someone shorter for a 'little' brother.”

The boy laughed. “Meanwhile, you are taller than I expected for someone my sibling keeps calling 'Little Yunho'. I was resigned to being referred to as a little brother forever and suddenly they were calling me 'Big Yunho' at home. I rather liked the upgrade.”

It took time for dancer Yunho to take in the new information. The rudeness of his pointing finger toward the youngster could be forgiven as he slowly commented, “You are 'their' Yunho.”

“Yes,” he admitted, without a hint of the groaning he was doing internally at being stuck with duty as a go-between. You were going to owe your brother a lot for his involvement today.  “They want to know if you can come over for a family dinner some time this week once they are feeling better to thank you for the help today.”

“'Their' Yunho is their brother,” a dumbfounded Yunho continued to work through.

Your “little” brother could not figure out what you saw in your classmate. His looks were serviceable enough but he did not seem to be quick on the uptake. Still, you were siblings and he cared a lot for you so he took pity on the older Yunho and decided to clue him in. “You both get the same absent look when speaking about each other. I think you two need to talk. They had sworn off romantic relationships to get through college with fewer distractions but I don't think they are going to stand by their plan if the way they gush about you is any indication.” He gently took the papers from the hands of a near frozen dance student Yunho.

College classmate “Little Yunho” finally closed his mouth and began to beam. He then punched the air as if lost in a romantic movie.

Sibling Yunho rolled his eyes. “Let me head out before you get any sappier. I'll tell my dad it is a yes for a dinner guest and whatever night it ends up being I plan to be busy at basketball practice. My guess is there will be enough time to get to know you on other visits.”

And he was right. From the very first dinner, elder Yunho was popular in your household. He made your parents laugh and your grandmother immediately had a crush on the generally polite young man. Afterward, she even opined he would be marriage material once he got the hang of eating with his mouth closed. Study dates over the following days quickly led to real dates and in time, “my Yunho” no longer referred to your brother but to your beloved boyfriend.

~

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#ATEEZ #ATEEZ Fluff #ATEEZ Angst #ATEEZ Fanfic #Kpop Fanfic #Kpop Fluff #Jeong Yunho #ATEEZ Yunho #Yunho #Yunho x You #Yunho x Reader #Gender Neutral Reader #It was a rare day off #They/Them reader pronouns #cross posted on ao3 #diverseinsertknet

[an1m3bunbun]

Imagine Lilia having a crush on reader, but hiding it really well.

Then, when they meet his dream version, he still has those feelings for them (and doesn't know why), but is not even half as good at hiding them as his normal self. Cue a very confused Baul and Sebek and a rather embarrassed Silver (who probably has caught on) watching a blushy, stuttering general who has his eyes on reader whenever he can.

Pair all of this with an oblivious reader, that does not notice or just doesn't think it's about them.

When they ask him what's wrong, he can't even answer cause he just has Feelings™ and doesn't know where they are from.

#twisted wonderland lilia #twisted wonderland #Twisted wonderland x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #twisted wonderland lilia x reader #general lilia #Confusion is in the Zigvolt bloodline. #Also I'll keep using they/them pronouns to keep everything gender neutral.

[cryptidghostgirl]

Hey so uhh, it said requests are open so I'm gonna shoot my shot ig. I have this fic idea but I'm a shit writer so here it goes.

Alastor x reader but the concept is that the reader is Alastor's shadow.

Now, hear me out: Alastor is said to be a powerful demon since his manifestation in hell, we know that it takes demons quite some time to accumulate their power before they become overlords.

If "The Radio demon" was an alias was that operated between more that one person, then it would make sense as to why and how he rose to the top very quickly (assuming we ignore the fact he made a deal with someone).

That and Alastor's black appendages and shadows seem out of theme for a demon who's primary power is based on Radio.

As for how they met, it could go two ways. Either with Alastor, a man hungry for power, strikes his first deal with Shadow!Reader to get them to do his bidding. Or Shadow!Reader offering Alastor their services after realizing that he has a lot of potential. Either way, their partnership blooms into a sort of kinship between the two of them.

Do with this concept whatever you want with it, I just wanna get this concept out in the world in the hands of someone much more capable of writing than I am.

Enjoy!

A/N please always shoot your shot. this is such a fun idea,, thank you so much for entrusting it to me. I've decided just to write their meeting for now but may continue it later on. I hope you like it!!

The Thing (Alastor x Gn!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Mention of cannibalism and the Donner party. I think that is it.

Word Count: 1,752

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There was a secret, one that no one knew, one that would tear the demon realm apart at its edges if anyone found out. The illusive Radio Demon and his shadow were, in fact, just that: the illusive Radio Demon and his shadow.

Y/n was master of the immaterial, shifting forms and shedding skins the way others change their clothes. When Alastor arrived in Hell, they had long since been established as one of the many demons to be aware of.

Rumor runs rampant everywhere but especially in Hell where in controls, combines, and divides. Y/n was just that, a rumor. Never the same face twice, never in the same place twice. No one even knew their name, simply referring to them as the thing or the hunger. They snatched sinner's souls from their grasps and devoured them whole. An urban legend, a ghost story only here, all the ghosts were real.

Alastor was as observant in death as he had been in life, it didn't take him long to catch sight of the shadow. Though he had only been in Hell a few days when it had first appeared, he could tell it had nefarious intent.

The thing was a good actor, almost good enough to fool him. It lay in the reality of his own shadow, following his moves perfectly. However, no one is perfect and every once in a while, there would be a little slip. The first one which had caught Alastor's attention was when he had taken a step forward and it had gone the wrong way, quickly righting itself and following after the mistake.

Alastor pretended not to have noticed, but he remembered. He lay in wait for another such occurrence. It was not until two days later, when his shadow gave him four hands rather than two with no apparent explanation such as an odd angle to the sun or another body near him, that his thesis was confirmed. There was, in fact, something following him.

It stuck like glue to the heels of his shoes. Alastor was quiet, Alastor schemed. He had trapped it in a pure white room which he had fixed lightbulbs in from all sides. When he had turned on the lights, he had turned on them, arms crossed and foot tapping expectantly.

The shadow had looked this way and that, searching for a place to hide. When they realized it was no use, they had pulled themselves from the floor into three dimensions and faced him head on.

"Who are you?" Alastor had asked before quickly reevaluating his question, "What are you?"

It moved like liquid in the air, twisting and dissolving at its edges. Bubbles, or what was almost bubbles, what looked like bubbles, rose to the surface of it's body and as they popped, a demon began to take the shadow's place.

"I am everything."

They were many voiced. When they spoke, it sounded like a crowd of people saying the same thing in unison. Alastor stared at the demon, unamused. They were a full person now, about a head shorter than him and seemingly very calm considering he had them trapped. Then again, Alastor had only been in Hell a few weeks by this point, not nearly enough time to work up the sort of reputation he was hoping for.

"Is that a bad pickup line?" Alastor asked, "Am I supposed to ask what you mean and you'll say something like 'I could be everything to you?'"

The demon raised their eyebrows, shaking their head.

"It is the truth."

A tense silence fell between the pair. Alastor broke it with a sigh, rubbing his temples in irritation. He hadn't really known what to expect from this endeavor save an event to break up the monotony of his days. The demon was not delivering.

"Yeah, alright."

"Who are you?"

"You've been following me for what, two weeks? And you don't know?"

The demon shrugged.

"I was trying to be polite. It has been a while since I have spoken to anyone."

"Sure. Well," Alastor turned to the door, pulling a skeleton key from his pocket, "this has been interesting. Enjoy eternity alone in a well lit room."

Alastor opened the door. The demon made no move to follow him out of the room, no move to escape. They simply watched him in curiosity, their head tilted slightly to one side. Alastor hesitated, his body blocking the exit and his back towards them. He watched them over his shoulder as a thin black smoke seemed to emanate from the outline of their body.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

An empty threat, barley even a threat to be honest. Alastor stepped out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him. Once he was sure it was locked, he slipped the key back into his pocket. He made to leave, intending to go out on the town in a desperate attempt to find entertainment. Barley two steps forward, and shadows began to pool on the floor before his feet, blocking Alastor's path.

He watched in a mild interest as the demon pulled themselves from the shadows, taking on a different face than they had worn in the room. Now they were broader, taller, stronger. They looked mean.

"I told you."

"Is this what you meant when you said you were everything?"

The demon nodded once. Their wide eyes were unblinking, unchanging, as their form mutated again. A spider demon now with many arms and a lanky figure. Alastor raised his eyebrows.

"So, you let me catch you."

"I was bored. No one ever notices me until it is too late, except you."

"I find that hard to believe. You were easy to spot."

The demon's eyes widened slightly at this, something similar to surprise but halfway to fear.

"Like I said, Alastor the interesting." they mused after a moment.

Alastor bowed his head slightly in recognition of the title.

"I could take your soul, destroy you. Why were you so willing to risk all that? Surely a bit of entertainment can't be worth that much to you."

He was trying to get a gage on the creature, and he knew they could tell. It was a mild threat, one he couldn't follow through on even if he wanted to. Sure, he could maim the creature, cause it great pain, but beyond leaving them formless for a few days tops he was powerless. He knew that, but he didn't know if they did. Either way, the situation would play out to his advantage. It would either give him more information, or the upper hand.

They considered the situation for a moment before answering. Alastor couldn't figure out if it was because of their interest in him, for fear of him, or some third, other undefined motivation. No matter what it was, he didn't care. This was the most engaged he had felt in weeks.

"You aren't an overlord. You can't make a contract."

"And you are?"

"No."

"Too weak?" Alastor teased and the demon glared at him.

"Far from it. I don't like being seen."

"But you're letting me see you."

"I am allowing you to see a face. It is not mine."

Alastor fell silent. He had figured that the demon before him didn't have a true form, or if they did, that it was shadow. Things were becoming curiouser by the second. He was no longer regarding his attempts to trap the demon as a waste of time.

"So, you want power but anonymity. Those things don't go hand in hand."

"I know. You want fame and lack the power. Another unmatched set."

Alastor's ear twitched at that, displeasure running through his veins and clouding his sight. His hand tightened where he held his microphone.

"I have power enough."

"What use is a Radio Demon with nothing to broadcast?"

"Are you suggesting a deal?"

The demon smiled a smile that was too big for the face it wore. Alastor had to admit, they were unsettling. He understood the rumors.

"I've heard of your... reputation shall we say? But if you think I will trust someone who's face I have never even seen, you are dead wrong."

"Was that a joke?" the demon tentatively asked after a moment.

"Not on purpose but I supose so."

The thing seemed to roll the idea over in their mind as their form changed once again, this time becoming a demon with the body of a shark. They seemed not even to notice they were changing as their eyes flicked back to Alastor's.

"You want information. Then you will be open to the idea of a partnership."

"This was your goal all along, a partnership as you put it."

A statement, not a question. The demon smiled, their eyebrows slightly raised.

"Oh, was it now. At least I had an end goal to this little... situation."

Alastor scoffed, looking away. They were right. He had come up with no ideas past capturing the thing that had been following him. He was in the dark. They had everything figured out.

"Show me your real face. Then we can talk."

"Alastor Hartifelt. Died 1933. Louisiana famed radio host and serial killer cut down in his prime by a hunter who mistook him for a deer."

"Are you trying to intimidate me?"

"Not at all."

The demon shifted once again. It took them longer to find form this time, remaining as a black cloud for a few moments before at last settling on an almost human body. They were shorter than he had expected, smaller too and decked out in what seemed to be colonial dress. They held a hand out to him.

"Y/n L/n. Died 1846. Newly wed and member of the Donner party."

"Cannibalism." Alastor mused, gently taking their hand in his.

He had expected them to be cold, immaterial. He had expected his hand to slide right through theirs. Instead, the demon, Y/n, was warm and solid to the touch, just like anyone else. They smiled, mouth full of needles.

"We all take what we are given."

"I suppose."

Y/n dropped his hand and crossed their arms. Despite their stature, they radiated authority and poise. It was almost impressive.

"If you will be the face, I will be the force."

"No soul binding."

"I couldn't if I wanted to. Not an overlord."

Alastor looked them up and down. His smile grew.

"Not an overlord yet."

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tags:

@willowshadenox @i-love-jafar @elfyeet @reader3 @lazygirlfanfic0-0

#hazbin hotel #x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x gn!reader #gn reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns #they/them reader #alastor x reader #the radio demon x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x gn reader

[flappingdragon]

⚠️NSFW⚠️

Imagine if Lucifer knew how to pole dance. 😳

I feel as though no one would know about it until he’s working a fill-in shift for Mammon at The Fall.

But during his shift, he doesn’t realize MC is there watching him entertain the guests of the strip club. MC is taking in how he uses his hips and legs around the poll and Lucifer doesn’t notice MC until he fills in as bartender.

When MC sat down at a bar stool, Lucifer stood there in surprise.

“Oh…” Is all he can say as he goes back to mixing a drink with a faint hint of pink dusting his cheeks. MC would chuckle and watch as Lucifer completes and slides the drink down to the customer.

“You know, Lucifer…” MC catches Lucifer’s attention. “I had quite the time watching you dance upon that stage. I’d love to have a more… personalized experience of such an elegant display in private. What do you say?”

Lucifer would then play along.

“Why would you watch me dance on a pole when I can dance on you?” He whispers in MC’s ear.

“Oh, how naughty you are, Lucifer.”

MC knew they could not refuse this one in a lifetime chance.

#obey me #obey me nb #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me fandom #obey me mc #obey me hcs #obey me scenarios #obey me nsft #obey me smut #lucifer obey me #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer x you #sub lucifer #bottom lucifer #dom reader #top reader #obey me headcanons #obey me swd #obey me gn!reader #obey me gn!mc #gn reader #gender neutral nsft #gender neutral mc #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns #lucifer would be into it

[riotcat103]

I have this strong feeling that Mhin is a type of 'person' to give the best head pats, hugs and snuggles etc., and it's not just from the fact it'll take an act of God for them to do so, ...but yeah that's kinda it, if they actually do that, it'll be such a praise and honor since it's implied(in the game or/and the fandom) that Mhin is more of a talk and act of service rather than physical touch type of person when it comes to showing affection. So of course we'll take it to heart earning they're trust and affection since I guess it's well earned. But I also like to imagine that they really, REALLY wanted to touch/feel you ever since the time they developed feelings for you, but was scared to get TOO attached since I think they have attachment issues and, hello, you both have curses, and heavens knows WHAT will happen, they're scared to loose you because of they're curse, or loose you because of your curse, and even if you died because of your curse, Mhin will still feel guilty cause hey, you BOTH are looking for a cure, the burden of you dying and they can't do anything about it FRIGHTENS them, cause they can't do anything to protect you from yourself and from them.

THIS IS A MHIN APPRECIATION POST CAUSE I LOVE THEM SMMMM( also they're hands???? bitch I feel like an orgasm is gonna rip out of me just from looking at them)

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved meme #mhin #ts mhin #mhin x reader #i wanna marry them #visual novel #mhin x me lol #shitpost #touchstarved fanart #mhin touchstarved #they/them #USE THE RIGHT PRONOUNS FOR MHIN GODDAMIT #mmm #mx #marry me

[melloeyed]

Double Trouble

Johnathan Ohnn (The Spot) X GN! Reader

A/N: The reader has the same superpowers as The Polka-Dot Man from The Suicide Squad only with a few added cosmic quirks. Enjoy!

On the busy streets of Brooklyn, The Spot and Y/N walk past the oblivious citizens, donning their ‘inconspicuous’ disguises. Spot only had on a loose grey gym jacket, green sunglasses, and a brown wrinkled fedora, while Y/N wore a orange bucket hat, purple glasses, and an oversized red Hawaiian shirt.

Their disguises barely even covered the multiple spots on their pale skin. How the hell did they even go unnoticed?

The disguised duo walked towards the convenience store window, cupping their hands on the window in sync as they lean their heads in to get a better view.

“Ok, remember the plan?” Spot whispered.

“This is so stupid…” Y/N muttered.

“It’ll work, trust me!”

“Yeah, right. My idea was better!”

“Oh, just shut up and follow my lead!”

Y/N rolls their multicolored dot eyes as they follow Spot in the convenience store, re-running his plan in their head.

‘Distract the cashier while I steal the money from the ATM machine. Got it?’

Y/N sighs, walking towards the food isles. They clutch onto their rainbow backpack straps in anticipation as they peek over one the food isles, glancing at Spot, waiting for the signal.

“Excuse me, do you have uh, an ATM machine?” The Spot asked the cashier. “Yeah, around here in the back.” The cashier replied, barely looking at Spot.

“Preferably not chained to the wall…?” Spot muttered.

“What?”

“Uh, nothing!”

Y/N’s dot eyes lit up when the Spot looked at them, gesturing his head towards the cashier while walking towards the ATM. Y/N clenched their spotted fists as they take a deep breath, squeezing their eyes shut.

‘You got this, Y/N. You got this!’ They whispered to themself.

Y/N slowly jogs towards the cashier, rolling their shoulders in preparation. They clear their throat, trying to think of a distracting conversation to start.

“Uh, hi! I, uh…heard there was this…beverage…snack that uh…just came out. And I was wondering uh, where…do you sell it here…? If you do sell it here… can you, uh…tell me…where you…sell it? Which is…here…?” Y/N asked, sheepishly. The cashier just kept his eyes glued to the phone as a short pause passed.

Real clever, Y/N.

“What? I have no idea what you mean, man.” The cashier said, not even bothering to look at them. Embarrassment and frustration began to bubble in Y/N’s chest as they quickly tried to think of another distraction. Looking towards Spot’s direction, they tried their best not to facepalm when they see him struggling with the ATM.

Y/N though that this plan was the most ridiculous! It was boring, slow-paced, and embarrassing! They glance back towards the cashier, partially relieved that he didn’t bother to look up. Looking around quickly, Y/N tries to distract the cashier again. They burst out into fake laughter.

“Hahahaha! Hahaha! Y-You’re so funny! You don’t…know what I mean! Hahaha! You’re a…funny guy!” They said, with the most ‘convincing’ laughs.

Y/N was not good at this.

They quickly stopped their laughing and tried to think of another diversion, clearing their throat again.

“Uh… w-what I mean is-“

“Hey, who left this ATM on the sidewalk?” Someone said outside.

Oh, shit.

Y/N heart began to quicken when the cashier finally looked up. They both turn towards the loud banging noise from the back of the store along with the frustrated grunts that came with it. The Spot was trying to forcefully push the whole ATM through the smaller portal by bouncing on top of it. Repeat, tried. Y/N couldn’t take it anymore.

“Are you fucking serious?!” They shouted.

“Yo, what you doing back here, man?” The cashier said, picking up a bat and surprisingly ignoring Y/N. (Which offended them.)

“Nothing, nothing. Everything’s cool, man. All good.” Spot said, jumping on top of the ATM to push it even further into the portal, “Just forgot my PIN number-“

“Get yourself out of here!”

The cashier tries to hit Spot with the bat, but thankfully he dodges it in time. On instinct, Y/N runs towards the cashier, balling their fists preparing to attack. The multicolored polka dots on their skin quickly began to glow along with their dot eyes.

Before quickly flickering off like a lightbulb.

Y/N looks at their hands, baffled by the failed attempt to use their powers.

“What?! No! Not now!” They shouted.

“Uh, Y/N a little help here!” Spot shouted, cowering away from the cashier’s swings. Y/N runs after the two trying to land a blow on the back of cashier’s head, only to end up slipping on a soda can and falling hard on their butt. On the ground, Y/N rolls their eyes when they hear Spot’s pathetic comments towards the aggressive man while he dropped different products from the isles.

“Sir, please just let us rob you!”

“There’s no reason to bring wood into this!”

“We’ve never robbed anybody in our life, please don’t make this a bad experience for us!”

“Bad experience? I’m trying to run a business here!” The angry cashier replied.

“With your goddamn head in the clouds?!” Y/N snarked at him, getting back on their feet.

Only to end up slipping and falling on their face.

“Why is the floor so slippery?!”

This was the duo’s very first robbery attempt. Obviously, Spot and Y/N didn’t have the best resources at hand when it came to being bad guys, but they were never the type of criminals to give up easily. Especially, Spot.

Y/N had a strong feeling that her partner in crime was a whole lot nervous than they were for their first robbery. Y/N was already fed up at the soft attempts of beginning their villainy, but can you blame them? They just wanted to get dangerous, kick some ass, and burn down buildings! But, the Spot was always there to dial them down.

Ever since the explosion incident that happened a year ago, the duo agreed to stick together and began to get ahold of their newfound cursed powers. They had pretty awesome powers too! I mean what could be better than having ability to make portals that can go to anywhere and anyplace you desire or summon glowing multicolored polka dots with omnipotent destructive powers?

There were a few gimmicks of their powers here and there, but to be honest, they could barely control it!

And now here the two were.

One running away from an angry cashier with a bat, while the other continues to slip and fall on the cluttered slippery floor with each step they take.

After the longest 23 seconds of their lives, Spot finally managed to trap the cashier in a nearby portal and Y/N finally gets up without slipping. Y/N helps Spot get his foot unstuck from one of the shelves. After the two quickly run towards the ATM, they place soda cans on the ground to push the large machine more easily.

“I told you this was a bad plan!” Y/N spat.

“Oh, yeah, that figures considering how much of a big help you were back there!” Spot spat back.

“Hey, the floor was already slippery before and if you weren’t such a klutz back there, I would’ve already handled him!” Y/N said.

“Well, what was I supposed to do?! Just sit there and let him hit me?!” Spot fired back.

“Hmm, I dunno maybe teleport him outta here! I’m sure it doesn’t take a genius!”

“Hey, I can’t think straight when I’m under pressure! You’ve known that since the day we met! Stop treating me like I’m a wuss!”

“That’s because you are one, when it comes to situations like this! Plus, my plan would’ve been a whole lot better!”

“Your plan was nuts!”

“I just said that we should walk into the store, knock out the cashier, time him up, lock him in the janitors closet, get the money, and get rid of the evidence by burning down the building!”

“With the cashier inside?!”

“…Yeah!”

“You are a very violent person and a bad sidekick.”

“What? I like violence! Plus, my powers are more cooler than yours so who the hell are you callin’ a sidekick?”

“Whatever, let’s just hurry up and get this ATM machine out of here before the police-“

“Why do people say ATM machine?” A voice said.

Spot and Y/N jolt up, looking around in surprise. “Huh? Who said that?” Spot asked.

The duo looked behind them and see Spider-man himself, hanging upside-down from the ceiling, casually eating a beef empanada. “The ‘M’ stands for ‘machines’!“ He finished.

“Spider-Man!” Spot and Y/N said in sync.

The duo felt the floor disappearing beneath their feet as they fell through an accidental portal, only to end up reappearing in the next isle, falling harshly from the ceiling to the floor. Spot and Y/N’s disguises only end up coming off during the fall, revealing their bare, pale, and spotted bodies.

The Spot only had black spots of different sizes covering his pale lanky body, his face being completely blank with only the largest black spot plastered across his face resembling a scribbled eye.

Y/N had multicolored polka dots covering their body, the bright colors contrasting from their light grayish skin. Their face is completely blank as well, with only two mismatched color dot eyes to show their expressions.

They groan in pain as Spot helps them up from the floor, nearly slipping again, but regains balance. They dust themself off as they look forward, seeing Spot jumping around in preparation as Spider-Man walks in front of them.

“Ah! Spider-Man, wow,” The Spot began, before he hit his foot against a box, yelping in pain, “This is real!”

Y/N tilts their head in exasperation at their partner’s action. “Johnathan, what are you-“

“Alright, Y/N, prepare your introduction.” He whispered back.

“My what?” Y/N whisper-shouted.

Spider-Man glances back and forth between the spotted duo, baffled, yet immersed by their bizarre and wacky appearance. “So are you like a cow or a dalmation?” He asked gesturing at Spot. He then glanced at Y/N and gestured at them, “And are you like supposed to be a clown or a painting?”

“I am…The Spot.”

Y/N looks at Spot with a, ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ face. “I’m sure that sounded a lot cooler in your mind.” They address. Spot just ignored them and stretched his arms out to them in a presenting manner.

“And this is my trusty sidekick…The Dot.”

“I never agreed to…never mind.” Y/N said.

Spot leans against the isles, propping his elbow on it, while placing his hand on his hip. Bread begins to spill out of the holes in his torso.

Y/N looks at him and quickly folds their arms leaning against the other side of the isle, nearly slipping in the process, trying to look cool and intimidating.

“We meet again, Spider-Man.” Spot began, ‘menacingly’.

“And we have a lot to catch up on.” Y/N finished, ‘menacingly’.

Spider-Man just laughs, pointing his empanada at the duo in an amused manner.

#the spot spiderverse #the spot x reader #funny #gn reader #gender neutral reader #across the spiderverse #miles morales #spiderverse spoilers #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader #spot x reader #chaotic duo #prepare for trouble #and make it double #best frenz #the reader has powers #reader is gender neutral #they them #villain reader #pronouns are they/them

[monpalace]

Twilight is an attentive lover, but he's most used to the affections shared between couples in Ordon— whether he's with the other Links or not. He's always willing to change something he's doing for his significant other so long as it's within his moral values.

Dates are strange if you can excuse his dislike for sitting in fancy restaurants and being crowded around others. He prefers going on walks in towns or (preferably) a forest due to his more rural upbringing.

He prefers using nicknames as opposed to his significant other's name. Doll, sweetheart, and beau are some of his favorites, but he has a much more expansive list. On the off chance he does use their real name, it's likely to call their attention or show his displeasure.

Between being a rancher, the (one of) Goddesses’ Chosen Hero(es), entertaining Ordon’s children, and trekking throughout all eras of Hyrule; Twilight has quite a busy schedule.

The most downtime he has is between past sundown and a few hours before sunup. He knows his significant other might not have the same schedule as him, so he always offers to bring them along with him. He rarely asks them to assist in anything he has to do, not wanting them to get their hands dirty regardless of if they do similar work.

Twilight is just like his (great?) grandfather in terms of being a gentleman. He'll open doors, offer his hand when getting off something or over puddles, and stand behind them when going up stairs regardless of if they're bigger or smaller than him.

Unlike a few other Links, Twilight is the type of lover to walk on the side of the road where all the horses and carriages are, gently pulling his significant other to the side where the danger isn't.

(Wind and Wild are the types to pull someone into the middle of the road with them while traffic is high.)

Twilight isn't the best gift giver and it's a fact he's very aware of. He prefers acts of service, quality time, and physical touch when it comes to giving his significant other a love language. In return, he doesn't quite care which one he receives given his lack of experience in relationships, though any of them are enough to make him flustered.

He loves public displays of affection when he's around the other Links or anyone from Ordon— the issue comes up when it's around anyone with a noble background. He knows he saved his Hyrule, but royalty always makes him nervous. An easy workaround for him is to completely avoid any event he's invited to, but he's easily persuaded into joining.

You can feel Twilight's hands become clammy beneath the gloves he wore. He tries to inconspicuously wipe them off on his button-up, the lace of the collar and the way your arm looped through his made it look more awkward than he intended.

I hate this, he signs as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. I don't know why you talked me into this.

Ignoring his words, you fix the tie that lay between the lace, eyes just barely sliding over the nobility of Hyrule that surrounded you. “Relax,” you respond in a hushed whisper, placing a hand on his rigid back, “they're Hylians, not Bokoblins. They won't eat you.”

Almost against his will, Twilight’s spine begins to curve when you pull away. The arm that held onto his moves to instead grab hold of his hold, pulling him through the conversing crowd to one of the less populated hallways.

The air was less suffocating to him, thankfully, but his muscles still ached from his stiffness.

Twilight has to clear his throat to remove the wavering feeling from it. “You don't think they’ll talk?” His voice was low, almost a murmur of fear. “Do I look fine? Do you think they think I look fine? Is my—”

You shush him by placing a hand on the nape of his neck, carefully minding his slicked hair, and pulling him closer so he could be level. “They don't care,” you hum. You press a kiss to his cheek, ignoring how he chases after you pull away. “They really don't,” you reiterate, “just calm down and act somewhat natural.”

“Do we have to go back?”

“Yes.”

Twilight's mood quickly dampens once more.

(So much for the Hero of Courage.)

#no pronouns used #(they/them used when mentioned) #like i said 🧍🏽 loz/lu requests open #grim's scribbles #i havent written hcs in so long 🗿 #I WOULD KILL FOR TWI TO BE MY BF FRFR #legend of zelda x reader #loz x reader #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #twilight x reader #lu twilight x reader #linked universe twilight x reader #legend of zelda twilight x reader #twilight princess x reader #twilight princess link x reader

[timelessstardust99]

close friend ✦ imagine

SPOILERS FOR BITS OF EPISODE 8

pairing: alastor hartfelt x hellborn! reader (platonic marriage)

Summary: y/n gets sucked into the princesses dream of the hotel by their husband after trying to enjoy their day off from work.

When you had been summoned by your husband, you had just wanted to relax and enjoy your day off from work.

The shock you felt when you were greeted by the bubbly princess had flustered you, because you weren't used to talking to royals.

Alastor had first explained who you were and what you do was quite the shock. Being married to the Radio Demon, platonic or not, wasn't something demons had expected Alastor to do.

He looked at you and Nifty as family and occasionally took the both of you on trips to Lulu Land after everything at the hotel was taken care of.

He would sometimes out of nowhere want your attention or lean his elbow on your head (you were a bit shorter than him).

He wasn't the most affectionate but would sometimes call you "dear" or "sweetheart" whenever the two of you were alone.

No matter that you were Hellborn, he was still happy to have a friend like you that would continuously listen to his broadcasts. He was also happy Rosie had taken a liking to you, but he already knew she would. She was a sweetheart.

You were one of his closest friends and when he had found out about platonic marriages (courtesy of Rosie of course, she knew almost everything about things like this) he knew he would ask you to be by his side.

While the two of you grew closer, you couldn't help but be glad you had married Alastor. You were the happiest you could be, and of course your parents were proud as well.

And as you stayed at the hotel, the other main four (of course not including Husker, Alastor, and Nifty) had been considered family.

And as time went on, the battle between the hotel staff (along with the cannibals from cannibal Town) and the exorcist angels, had destroyed the hotel you had come to love and was worried sick when Alastor disappeared after he held off Adam.

When everything was over and done with, you were relieved that Alastor was alive and well, which, after the failed extermination, you didn't want to leave Alastor's side for the whole day, fussing over him and the injuries he had sustained.

And once everything had settled down and you had gained a new room at the hotel, you had became a little more protective over your little family, and that protectiveness had gone over to Lucifer as well, even if he was the King of Hell.

Another chapter of yours and your Husbands lives were about to open, and you didn't know whether it was good or bad. And with the knowledge of Alastor's soul being owned by another demon gave you a feeling that nothing will be happy. Not with a life like yours.

I'm sorry if he's ooc, I just really wanted some fluff with him and of course he wouldn't be overly affectionate, because it's Alastor, but he does care about the reader and loves them just like Nifty.

#wendigo alastor hartfelt #alastor hartfelt #x reader #gender neutral reader #hazbin hotel rosie #aroace #aroace alastor #platonic marriage #they/them pronouns #aroace characters #lgbtq #best friends #rosie hazbin hotel #platonic love

[mymreaderlibrary]

Loki Laufeyson x mortal m!reader imagine

(They/Them is used for Loki)

Loki lays in bed with their human lover, y/n, who is fast asleep. The human rests his head against Loki’s chest as the god pets his hair. While twirling the strands around their fingers and silently admiring their lover, Loki is suddenly given pause. Some of y/n’s hair is beginning to turn grey.

#kinda open ended #could be fluff but its leaning to angst #loki laufeyson #loki marvel #marvel #male reader #my writing #x male reader #drabble #loki x male reader #m!reader #loki x m!reader #imagine #genderfluid loki my beloved #I usually refer to them by they them pronouns tbh its like my default #I forget theyre called he him in canon 😭 #mw

[libraryraccoon]

DAD!READER AND YUU WHEN ??!

I know it's weird, I know it's supposed to be us, that we don't see him, but I really, really want to adopt Yuu from Twisted Wonderland-

This child had to go through so many troubles and have so many traumas (8 maybe 9 Overblots, having to find himself in another world without knowing anything, knowing no one, no one explains things to him, no one to talk to who could understand,... and more)... All I want is giving them a hug, a home, peace and just adopting them.

They are precious. Need to be protect and nobody will do it, so let me do it.

I NEED someone to write a Yuu and Dad!(Male or GN)Reader. Where the reader just punch Crowley in the face and protect Yuu, and maybe adopt all the children in that fucking school because they are all traumatized and need better parents. Maybe Dad!Reader is a therapist and does therapy sessions with them, because they all need it, not only Yuu.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #Yuu used he/them pronouns #Dad!Reader #Maybe #twst yuu #crowley twst #Futur Raccoon fic #male reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[absentcaryatid]

The Witch and the Vampire

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Yeosang does not need the supernatural skills of a vampire to win your heart, just a heartfelt confession.

1.9K words, Content Note: all ages, gender neutral reader referred to by the pronouns they/them

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You pushed back the peaked hat with a wide circular brim as you read ingredients aloud from the book. Throwing a few items into your bubbling cauldron, you looked up to see the well-dressed man with slicked back hair slide into the room, his cape wafting.

“What spell is this, my dear? It smells unusually delicious!”

Playfully slapping his hand headed for the pot, you informed the sharp toothed fiend it was dinner, not work. The imaginative list of ingredients you rattled off might have made the stomach of a weaker man turn, but Yeosang had both the strength and appetite of a vampire.

“I am such a lucky man,” he declared with pride. Inclining his head, he headed for your neck, causing a squeal.

“Not the neck! You can kiss my cheek. Maybe more after dinner.” Delivered with a wink, the line elicited positive reactions from the audience who began filing into the next part of the unhaunted house.

“This room is always my favorite part of the tour; I would not be surprised if the witch and vampire were a real couple.”

You held back a smile at the overheard compliment. Originally Yeosang had been given the prior room but had soon begun drifting into your set along with the audience. What started as humorous then later emotionally touching interactions had become popular leading to a change in assignments. Mingi the wolfman and Hongjoong the black cat were moved up to the set before yours now that you and Yeosang had become a duo act. The gifted storytellers were a popular draw for all ages, but the friendly pair proved particularly good with children who were entranced by their personalities and realistic costumes.

Once the group had moved on to Doctor Frankenstein's laboratory and the door between stages firmly closed, you could relax a little as the men who called themselves the Ho brothers began their scene. Those two had been new hires this year and fit in well with the rest of the actors who regularly came back for the seasonal job.

While Yunho and Jongho both had an easy and infectious laugh, their attractiveness in different ways was the only physical feature they could be said to have in common. Perhaps they were half-siblings or adoptive brothers the way Yunho towered over the younger man, especially once in costume as Frankenstein's monster with significantly elevated boots and a prosthetic headpiece adding to his height. Jongho played the less dramatically costumed doctor in a lab coat and tie that suited his more reserved personality offstage.

The laughter sparked by their expertly delivered comedy routine drifted back to your set as you began to prepare for the next round of guests. Plucking out the plastic bugs and other props from the inner basket keeping them off the dry ice, the room was soon returned to readiness for customers. An actor by trade, one of your favorite jobs had been the one you began as a teen years ago. Haunted houses.

While scaring people was fun, you always took note of audience members just there to soak in the atmosphere. Not everyone wanted jump scares and you realized there was money to be made in a slightly different attraction. It had been your ideal to suggest an unhaunted house, more Addams Family than house of horrors, you had convinced your employers to test one night a week with a different feel. The sets were well-lit, props remaining mostly the same with a few softer elements added for coziness. No blood or weapons, offensive mental health elements out entirely, and most importantly- no scares.

All ages were welcome which brought a younger group of customers helping solidify the experiment as a moneymaker. The concept was popular enough to have expanded to four nights a week and the intention of skipping the horror element entirely next year. You had even been made a manager by your boss Kim Jongkook making the job a more sustainable one with the increase in pay.

Things were going well in all but one way, your coworker the vampire, in reality a guy named Yeosang. Playing the sweet couple each night was getting to you ever since you realized you had fallen for him. How could you not? He was shy and on the quiet side offstage, especially compared to your rambunctious coworkers Wooyoung and San fittingly playing the devil and an imp. Yeosang was creative and every night threw something impromptu at you whenever he felt like it and you just had to roll with it.

The endearments were different each time and it was hard to stay in character when all you wanted to do was tell him how much you adored him and wished the scenario of Yeosang coming home to his partner was real. Tonight he had gone beyond the usual scripted vignette adding a neck caress to the kiss attempt scene and then landed a real one on your cheek instead of hovering above it. It was too much. Not that the attention was unwelcome, quite the opposite, but you had never gathered the courage to confess your now raging crush.

The reticence was the same on his side. Despite his smitten behavior, Yeosang had not taken the next obvious step of actually talking to you about dating, despite the wide ranging and enjoyable conversations you had about every other topic on your breaks. Fortunately, with a little push, you managed to get past your mutual obliviousness on the occasion of an unusual booking.

The unhaunted house had understandably become a popular destination for school groups and other young people. The pleasant surprise of fans from the other range of the age spectrum made your business a favorite yearly outing for senior centers, assisted living residents, and retirement communities eager to have a not-so-scary seasonal experience.

Given that not everyone was up to getting out for the afternoon, a new sideline had developed of taking your show on the road and setting up simplified versions of your sets in the dining room or hallways of assisted living and nursing homes. The delighted gasps as seniors encountered each scene made the hassle of dragging props around more than worth it.

Even more valuable was the commentary received one day from an elderly man who had been reviewing the scenes from his wheelchair. Taking time at each stop, he was seen to smile at the antics of the wolfman and cat, an elegant ghostly Victorian waif Seonghwa teasing the devil and imp, and Doctor Frankenstein with his creation. However, the resident spent the longest time sitting nearby your staged performance. Once the booked time came to a close he came forward and wiped a tear from his eye as he thanked Yeosang while you returned the first round of props to the van.

“Watching the two of you reminded me of my own partner and the happiness we had. We made it almost five decades before I was widowed. How long have you and the witch been together?”

Yeosang was caught by surprise. “We just work together,” he spluttered, but the look in his eye was caught by the much older man.

“Young man, life is short. I watched you two for the past hour and there is nothing platonic in the way they look at you, and your gaze told the same story. You aren't acting as a couple, what I saw is real in all but name. Tell them you love them so you have as much time together as you can.”

If Yeosang had felt nothing for you he would have politely nodded at the senior and forgotten the unasked-for advice, but he could not. On your return, Yeosang immediately took you by the hand. If the feelings had not been mutual this would have been highly embarrassing for you both, but this was something you had dreamed of hearing for quite some time.

“I have had a crush on you since the very first night we worked together,” he began. “Playing your partner lets me pretend I am yours until the season ends and we go on to other jobs. I don't want to face another almost full year with you out of my life. May I take you to dinner sometime? It can be simply as friends if you like.”

The pointed hat of your costume was knocked to the floor as you embraced Yeosang. “Yes to a real date, a romantic one. Is tonight too soon?” Shared laughter at your enthusiastic response broke any tension from the unexpectedness of his approach.

The seniors who had not drifted back to other activities had taken notice of the tender scene unfolding before them. It was not until you heard applause and cheers you realized they had been entertained by your unintentional encore.  

Life went mostly back to normal after that fateful day with the exception that work became far easier now that you were not consumed by fighting off your feelings for your coworker. The plots for next Halloween were already in development before this run ended and it was decided to have an engagement scene where the witch accepted the proposal from their beloved vampire.

By the time the unhaunted house opened up the following year you were engaged in real life and found the nightly proposals gave you an unmatched emotional high to look into Yeosang's eyes and act out joyful acceptance. The local paper doing a profile on you both was a nice piece of publicity for the business, but the emphasis on being real sweethearts was what made you cherish the coverage.

How best to follow up an engagement than a wedding? The unhaunted house sets were decorated the following Halloween season in festive decor suitable for the latest theme. On the day of the last dress rehearsal, Kim Jongkook announced he had brought in a specially chosen audience to practice on. Too engrossed playing the witch about to be married to their vampire, you did not notice familiar faces of friends and family shuffling into the wedding scene room.

Dressed as a ghoulish minister, San began the ceremony but instead of your character names he used your real one and Yeosang's at the that point in the brief service. It was an unusual slip-up from such a pro. Before you could correct him back on to script, San winked and disclosed he had recently gotten an online ordination which was completely valid. “This is real if you want it to be.”

Breaking into a grin, you happily nodded in agreement. It now made sense that Yeosang had been so insistent taking you to the courthouse for a marriage license days earlier, assuring you that a low-key wedding in a registry office a few weeks later was all he desired yet wanted to get the paperwork out of the way in advance.

Not everyone would have been up for a surprise wedding, but you and Yeosang were well matched when it came to many things including finding the situation both humorous and welcome. Wooyoung attending as Yeosang's best man in his devil costume reminiscent of Tim Curry's from the movie Legend was not how you pictured your wedding day, nor ghostly pale Seonghwa at your own side, but you would not have had it any other way.

In the years to follow, the very desired children who would come into your life joined you at work when Halloween came around again. You and your vampire had a little skeleton and mummy happily playing underfoot in the cozy domestic scene. They grew up fearlessly playing with seven honorary uncles recognized easier in costume than out, and life was very good for your unusual but truly happy little family.

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Yeosang Masterlist

General Masterlist

#ATEEZ #ATEEZ Fanfic #Kpop Fanfic #Kpop Fluff #ATEEZ Fluff #Yeosang #Kang Yeosang #ATEEZ Yeosang #Gender Neutral Reader #Yeosang x Reader #Yeosang x You #cross posted on ao3 #It was a rare day off #They/Them reader pronouns #Halloween #diverseinsertknet

[sliced-n-diced]

I came because I’m super curious if you have any fic recommendations? My brainrot on Halloween is terrible and I need something to help me out

Heres a few that came to mind!!

M/F:

(Not Your) Final Girl by ghost_weather :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47272477/chapters/119113672

You're working the night shift at a gas station in the middle of nowhere when you're almost murdered by the resident serial killer. To your dismay and his delight, you find each other again, and he can finish what he started as many times as he wants.

Baby, (dont) fear the reaper by dachande :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37558858

You never could forget how good he looked perched above you like a damnable god in the midst of a feast. One that hungered for your flesh and your demise. That willful sacrifice on an altar to a being who wants to chew you up between his molars and consume you entirely.

His hand stretches across the threshold. Hades with an offer.

And you can't bring yourself to say no.

(Tagged as M/F but can be read very GN!Reader for the most part : LOVE this one)

Obsession by QueenBeesWritingPoint :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44338180

The Ghostface is obsessive in his love.

It's suffocating, clingy, and overwhelming.

But there's small moments where it's just you and him, and time falls into the void, where Ghostface turns into Danny.

God, is Danny clingy.

M/M:

Gotcha by Michael1109 :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50590837

Danny catches y/n before he escapes a trial. Stuff ensues.

Scavenging by siriscum :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45870517

You catch Ghostface while he’s distracted and decide to enact some vengeance for all the shit he’s put you through.

Fuck Me? Naw, Fuck You! by alucardarc :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45505345

Danny should have known you were a freak when he first saw you.

The violent killer should have known you were batshit insane when he noticed you from the corner of his eyes, staring at him like you wanted nothing more than to devour him. He should have known you were deranged when you kept flirting with him as you checked his groceries out, a pretty smirk curling across your features when he replied with bored answers and a nervous glint shining in his eyes.

Danny should have known better than to get involved with you, someone who clearly wanted nothing more than to break him. Maybe if he had, then he wouldn’t be in this state.

GN!Reader:

Desperate Measures by s_c_r_i_p_s_i :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26707918

Seeking privacy, you stray a little too far from the campfire to perform your... daily ritual.

Ghostface has been watching and decides it’s time for a little audience participation.

Matchbook by misericordia_writing :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45585013/chapters/114704077

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝-- 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

A series of connected one-shots, focused around a relationship between The Ghost Face and the reader.

Wet Sand, Moss Born by justwolosersandqtipcpttonbuds :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44105895/chapters/110903055

he can't keep his hands off of you.

Washrags by justwolosersandqtipcpttonbuds :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44105530

it's not like you'd notice

Real by Guugi :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22093993

He's the only one around who's capable of making you feel something real.

Stabbing Sounds Harsh, Just Call it Flirting by LittleWingScales :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38741541

You hate visits from your family. You try to be cordial, patient, and as understanding as possible, but they obviously know every button you have and press them relentlessly. You thought having them over for dinner would be pleasant (and give your mom the opportunity to apologize for last time) but no such luck.

Part 1 of 2

Spilled guts by rapono :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23056975

Another grisly attack by the Ghostface, another victim with their guts cut open and spilled onto the carpet floor. And yet, despite all odds, coated in their own blood and viscera, they wake up.

( this one is sooooooo good i love it )

#m/m reader inserts are likean oasis in the damn desert #i honestly just read them all as m/m atp im desperate and have the power of changing the pronouns and such at will #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x male reader #ghostface x male reader #ghostface x gn reader #jed olsen x reader #danny johnson x gn reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader

[simon-writes-occasionally]

I think most people looked at Mike and thought "Man I want him to destroy me."

Which. Valid, 100%. He's hot and I can admit that.

(I partially started this blog bc of him, after all)

But man, I want him to be a whining mess under me. I want him to just lay back and relax and not have to worry about doing the work for a bit.

Minors DNI

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #writer rambles #mike schmidt smut #im also generally a switch so #maybe thats why #but seriously #let the poor man relax and let go of control for a while #if its supposed to be stress relief give it to him by taking over #if you have fic recs feel free to leave them but no fem!reader please #i try sometimes and just change the pronouns but its hard when fics use other very feminine terms

[flappingdragon]

⚠️NSFW Ahead⚠️

What if MC was an angel but they were also there when Lucifer was an angel?

Starting out, what if MC was really young when their connection to Lucifer first began?

What if at one point MC had to attend an angel meeting bc of their guardian angel and they developed a silly-little-kids-crush on Lucifer the moment they laid eyes on him?

Imagine MC with starry, sparkling eyes while they gawk at how magnificently beautiful he is.

And during the meeting, Lucifer randomly comes up to MC and is like, “And what is your name?”

MC would be so shy bc that’s what little kids are like when their crush pays any attention to them and MC would whisper their name and he’d go, “Oh, really? That’s such a beautiful name.” And makes MC so happy because Lucifer just said he likes their name!

But skip a little into the future where angel MC gets a little older but they get really scared over something and they run into the nearest dark place, which just happened to be the alleyway where Lucifer was walking by.

He sees MC sniffling and gets so worried and approches them calmly then says your name and goes, “Are you alright? Is something the matter?” But MC doesn’t want to talk to him and just positions their body away from Lucifer, getting all defensive and defiant.

Lucifer eventually gets close enough to where he can crouch in front on MC and place his hand on their back, soothing them by rubbing it slowly.

“Can you tell me what happened?” But MC would still refuse to talk and Lucifer would sigh in defeat.

He digs something out of his pocket and presents it to MC and they look at it. With MC’s attention, he says, “This is a magical necklace. See?” And he would make the necklace softly glow with his magic and MC is in awe with it.

He then takes MC’s hand and places the necklace in their palm, closing their hand around it before saying, “If you ever feel scared, hold this necklace right against your chest, and I will always be with you in spirit. No matter what challenges you face, just know that with this necklace, I will never leave your side.”

Then they never saw Lucifer again after that day, but MC has always worn the necklace and never let it out of their sight.

Then fast forward to when the war begins.

MC is older now, about maybe 7000 angel years (looks like about 20-30 human years) and their frantically looking around to see if they can find Lucifer.

They know he’s probably forgotten about them, but that doesn’t mean MC won’t fight along side him.

But MC’s heart is shattered when they see Lucifer is falling from the heavens.

They scream and run towards him but they couldn’t help him. They’re on their knees and they start to cry.

After the war comes to an end, MC is devastated and broken. They’re not in their right mind anymore, with having just witnessed the love of their life slip from their fingers and fall to his death.

MC thinks Lucifer is dead until several thousands of years later, Lucifer’s face shows up in the Celestial Realm once again accompanied by his brothers and the demon kind’s son. But this time his wings are black, he has pointed spirals adjourning his head, and aura is that of a demon.

MC hears wind that Lucifer and his brothers are here as a last resort to restore peace between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm.

So when Lucifer and company enter the main estate of the Celestial Realm, MC waits by patiently until the sun dims down and the doors finally open once more.

MC waits until Lucifer is by himself.

Lucifer is walking into an alleyway when MC walks up behind him. They’re about to grab his shoulder, but Lucifer reacts quickly and pins MC to the wall, his forearm on their chest.

“Who are you?” But MC is too stunned to speak. He asks again and MC snaps out of it.

MC explains everything and Lucifer slowly backs away from MC.

“Show me.” MC looks at him confused. “Show me the necklace. Prove it to me. Prove to me who you say you are.”

And MC shows him the necklace.

Lucifer walks as close as he can and shows his own version of the necklace.

They’re the same shape, same design. A gold heart with a tiny angel feather in the middle, only now, Lucifer’s is black.

Lucifer brings his closer to MC’s and both necklaces start to glow. Lucifer slowly looks up at MC and looks into their eyes for the first time ever since that fateful day, and wraps his arms around their neck, leaning in to kiss them.

MC immediately kisses back and wraps their arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

MC’s heart is pounding, thinking of how long they wanted this day to come and now they finally have it.

Their first kiss is slow and sensual, then they break it to gasp for air. When they share their second kiss, a flame ignites their heart’s desires and they share a passionate and equally lustful hunger for each other, their lips moving fast and sloppy.

By the time they share their third kiss, they’re in MC’s bedroom, Lucifer on his back on MC’s bed.

They both kiss with such veracity as if it would satiate their ever-growing desire for each other.

MC’s hands are focused on removing Lucifer’s clothing, while Lucifer’s are focused on removing MC’s clothing. But when they both are naked and exploring each other’s bodies, they stop moving for a moment to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?”

MC kisses Lucifer and preps him with a bottle of lube he had summoned.

Hearing Lucifer moan for the first time only makes MC harder. MC scissors Lucifer open until they think he’s ready and Lucifer hands them the bottle of lube.

MC wastes so time in lathering themself up and inserting themself inside Lucifer.

MC loves the way Lucifer arches his back and clenches the bed sheets.

MC adores the sound of Lucifer’s sounds. They sound so pretty, so perfect, exactly how they imagined them to be.

Then MC starts to move and they don’t stop until the sun brightens again and they both pass out from exhaustion.

It’s only the morning after that Lucifer reveals the truth about the necklace.

“It’s a necklace that ties one soul to another, then their souls form an eternal bond. A bond that can never be broken.”

A Soulmate Bond.

#the reader is male but uses gender neutral pronouns #the reader also has male genitalia #the reader has more masculine mannerisms #obey me #obey me nb #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me fandom #obey me mc #obey me male mc #lucifer obey me #obey me hcs #obey me au #sub lucifer #bottom lucifer #obey me nsft #obey me smut #obey me main character #nsft #not safe for minors #not safe for tumblr #hcs #obey me headcanons #soulmates #soulmate au #obey me swd #obey me demon brothers #obey me brothers

[inkpot909]

Rohan Kishibe Falling for an Assistant!Reader

↳ Reader’s gender is not defined/is gender neutral. Reader is in college and not a stand user.

A/n: ‘roHan KisHibE wOuLd nEveR hiRe an asSissTant-‘ Rohan Kishibe loses in fights against teenagers. He’s been famous since the age of sixteen; there’s no way he can even do the dishes properly.

Warning(s): Swearing.

Rohan Kishibe began the process of finding a personal assistant not a year after Yoshikage Kira’s death.

Not too long before, the idea of hiring an assistant was one the mangaka would openly mock. Him? Needing assistance? Not a chance. His work ethic is unreal; able to disregard what other artists would consider as valuable help. The Great Rohan Kishibe works solo at every opportunity and everyone ought to know it.

Although his reputation to many of the people around him can be rocky, one would be hard pressed to find anyone with the opinion that he needed an assistant at all.

However, the kind of aid he sought was, for lack of a better term, a glorified maid.

The Kishibe resident itself is big enough to comfortably home a family of five, and Rohan famously lives by himself. And completing tasks associated with home ownership had always been a big pain in the ass to the artist. Too much of his time was wasted on ‘unnecessary’ trivials (things others would describe as regular adult responsibilities).

Not only does he lose precious work time to maintaining a house, but also to grocery shopping, sending messages to his editors, and even cooking.

In short, he independently searched for someone to take care of his home and busybody tasks on the regular. Releasing an ad, he felt confident that he’d find someone. Even if the job itself turns a handful away, a generous payload would be sure to entice a fair amount of people.

Trudging through resume after resume, interview after interview, Rohan eventually came across you.

A young college student, taking a small yet steady stream of classes. Your resume was average to many your age, but stood out to him for other reasons. Namely, your application was well-written and to the point (something he had increased appreciation for at that stage in the interviewing process). Not only that, but the specific experiences you have had in the workforce was good insensitive as well. The final nail in the coffin was a general feeling of honesty pooling from your written words. Judging by how it was written, he could sense genuine realness. In short, you didn’t bullshit.

Amidst your educational endeavors, you searched tirelessly for a stable income. Spotting Kishibe’s ad, you resolved it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. And as fate would have it, you were contacted in order to set up an interview.

Unsure of what to expect, you dressed yourself up and swallowed your nerves. The interview itself was to take place at a tiny coffee shop in Morioh Cho and you were thankful for the short trip.

Meeting one another at the agreed time, Rohan’s character quickly confused the hell out of you (as much as it was intriguing). He’s certainly the type to leave a lasting first impression, while seeming careless to your own thoughts on him.

It was intimidating, overwhelming, and admirable all at once.

Also, he made it clear his work’s extremely important to him, the sole reason behind why he searched for help in the first place. More time to work; more time to dig for inspiration.

His dedication is what truly sold you, finding it weirdly motivating. Within just fifteen minutes of speaking to him, you’d forgotten that he’s only a year or two older than yourself.

That was, until the interview went on longer and he let it slip that certain worries plague him. Especially between chapter releases. The prospect almost made you sad; both his ego and anxiety possibly due to being a well-renown artist from a relatively young age.

Your personal response to the questions plaguing your brain was to disregard them, and instead focus on an expectant Kishibe. His eyes were sharp, looking down at you and impatiently awaiting a response to a question you completely missed.

You didn’t need to hear the exact words, though. Smiling sheepishly, you reached out your hand and shook his own. In the back of your mind, it was assumed any answers to your questions would eventually arrive one way or another.

They were bound to, considering Rohan Kishibe was- from that moment onward -officially your boss.

And to say it was a rough start for the both of you would’ve been an understatement.

Initially, you were a little shy about making any more assumptions or even observations. Hell, you were shy in general. Adjusting to the new job became a top priority over any curiosity about your peculiar boss. But when working with a man like Rohan Kishibe, it’s difficult not to hang over his every last word despite yourself.

However, time brings with it familiarity. Not only with a usual work routine, but with Rohan himself. His initial sternness made meeting his expectations all the more satisfying. Without a doubt, you were proud of how quick you got into the swing of things.

He prioritized quietness and swiftness, but was also surprisingly fair. Even after accustoming to the work environment, he always comments on a job well done.

Except for when he’s deeply invested in his work. To you, it’s difficult to tell if he even notices your presence upon entering the art room. However, it’s not as if you slipped into the background, but he simply grew used to you being there on occasion.

Months passed. You grew to have less and less questions about a man you no longer called Mr. Kishibe, but instead by his first name.

The two of you don’t necessarily need to speak in order to be communicative. You’re at a point in your relationship now where you found reading into his actions to be surprisingly easy.

That’s an aspect he certainly wasn’t expecting either, not used to such things.

Just the smallest shift of his facial expression- just a lift of a brow -and your eyes light up with understanding. Sure, he can ‘read others like a book,’ but you’ve seemingly mastered the language of Rohan Kishibe’s demeanor without any stand power.

Then he notices that you’ve started doting on him. An extra selection of sugar with his morning tea. Always taking an enthusiastic intrest whenever he shares his art. And a specific kind of contentment or pride you put into your work that he honestly would have never foreseen.

For the longest time, he was adamant that he wouldn’t use his stand to peak at your past and present. His power had grown considerably, and became more selective of who he investigates. However, his curiosity overcomes a sense of restraint on his own abilities.

He couldn’t help but take a peak. Besides, he could find something usual for his writing. Regardless of whether or not he did, he found something else as well. Written in on your second page, his name was the most recent in a list of people you harbor (or have harbored) feelings for.

Rohan can move on after that. No problem. It wasn’t the first time he’s found his own name written down in someone’s book as a crush. It’s nothing to pester you about; nothing to even ponder. Nope. Just go back to work. Not a hint of romance is going to suddenly appear in his manga (it’s psychological horror, why would it be?) out of thin air.

A week passes. Two weeks pass. He’s become a little more silent as of late, but it’s nothing you care to mention at all. Rohan gets absorbed in his work often, and you figure you’ll get the chance to ask him about his work a later time.

Your patience is respectable; it’s downright endearing. But the lack of investigation on your part made his teeth grind together in frustration.

He doesn’t think of you that much. Not really; don’t flatter yourself. His mind just lingers on your memory when you leave. Rohan’s thoughts merely turn to you when introducing a noticeably beautiful character in Pink Dark Boy. And it’s nothing special that he gets agitated when he doesn’t see you for a few days.

While you put him out of your mind (the thought of him is far too flustering), Rohan’s lingers on your more and more. The glances he throws at you dwadle, observant in the way you’ve been for months.

Standing in the front hall of Rohan’s home, your body is leaning against the wall while you pull your shoes on. The sun hangs low in the sky, kissing the horizon line. A pinkish blush spreads across Morioh Cho, dusk signaling the end of your work day. While making your effort, footsteps travel from the top floor and down the stairs.

Lifting your head, a smile spreads across your face when meeting your boss’s gaze. He’s made his way to the bottom of the stairs, stopping a comfortable distance in front of you. “Taking a break?” you ask gently.

“For a short while,” he confirms, before adding in a mumble, “Although I know you’d lecture me about working late.”

“You said it, not me,” you jest, straightening your back upright after slipping on your shoes. You fold your hands behind you, long coat softly swaying as you momentarily rock back and forth on your feet.

“Only so you don’t say it yourself.” Rohan crosses his arms, shifting his weight onto his right foot.

“Because you prefer the sound of your own voice?”

Rohan opens his mouth, only to close it anticlimactically a moment later. His brows furrow, and eyes dart away from your person. Biting the inside of his cheek puffs out his lips subtly.

It’s times like this that you wished you were the artist. He’s so insistent on capturing reality, in all it’s forms. But he’d be your muse of choice. Yet he neglects that he’s a work of art himself, you mentally note with an audible giggle.

Rohan’s demeanor changes, his pondering expression morphing into a curious one. It merely strengthens your smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Rohan,” you finally speak.

“Yes, of course,” he replies dismissively, as if it was redundant of you to mention.

Chuckling once more, you move forward. The mangaka’s breathing catches in his throat when you wrap your arms around him, and forehead collides with his chest. The hug is short, but noticeably warm.

You pull away far too quickly, waving him ‘goodbye’ and going on about buying him a St. Gentleman’s sandwich for lunch the following day while walking out the door. Rohan merely nods, watching the front door delicately shut behind you.

He’s stunned. Unmoving in his spot, only his eyes blink dumbfoundedly. Is he really going to head upstairs like nothing happened? Even now? Just continue working a few more hours of the night away? Maybe he should mull you over in his mind for a moment or two. Maybe for a couple of minutes. The way he’s starting to feel around you may not be a problem, but it certainly is something isn’t it?

He bites his lower lip, silently cursing your name. He attempts to ward away the rising heat on his cheeks with a shake of his head. For once, he’s glad he cannot use his stand to read his own mind. Because even without such ability, he has no doubt it would clearly state that The Great Rohan Kishibe has grown much to close to his assistant.

#apologies for the rohan slander in the a/n #i love him #but i also love poking fun because it’s rohan #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jjba #anime #manga #writing #assistant!reader #y/n #they/them pronouns #gender neutral y/n #gn reader #diamond is unbreakable #rohan kishibe #rohan kishibe x reader #fluff #tw swearing #drabble #headcanons #my writing #johnny’s work

[melloeyed]

Double Trouble (Pt. 2)

Johnathan Ohnn (The Spot X Reader)

Now, where were we?

Ah, yes. We’re introduced to the new chaotic little duo, The Spot and his sidekick, The Dot. After one long year, four months, and an unsuccessful robbery, they were finally face-to-face with their (so-called) arch-nemesis, the Spider-Man…

…who is now laughing their villain names while eating a empanada.

…And their poor attempt of trying to look intimidating.

“Oh, that’s funny to you?” Spot said, still in his ‘villainous’ position.

“Of course not! No.” Spider-Man lied, throwing his hands up. Y/N sighed out of frustration as they unfolded their arms with Spot following suite.

“So, is that a costume?” Spider-Man asked, finishing the rest of his free lunch. Spot places his hands on each side of his body, pulling on his flat, yet paunchy belly. “Unfortunately, for all of us, this is skin.” He replied, stretching his gut out. Y/N raises their hands at Spider-Man and turns them, showing them off. “Yeah, same here.” Y/N groaned, “All skin.”

“Oh. Dang.” Spider-Man replied, disgusted.

Offended by his reaction, Y/N began to growl under their breath as they clench their fists. “I’m sure you’re wondering where we’ve met before…considering your rude reaction…” Y/N said, gritting their teeth on the last part.

“My sidekick is correct!” Spot began, “You see…we’re from your past...one year ago-“

Ding!

“Oh! Hold up…”

Spider-Man quickly pulls out his phone, holding up his index finger. Spot and Y/N gaze at Spider-Man with exasperated looks.

“Oh, come on!” Spot groaned, placing his hands on his hips, while shaking his head.

“Are you freaking-” Y/N hissed, raising their hands up out of confusion, squinting their eyes.

“Uh, oh…we’ll, this has been fun…but, um…” Spider-Man man began.

“Who are you talking to?!” Spot said in a annoyed tone.

“…but, I really gotta wrap this up!”

“No, no, no, no! Go on, go ahead, take the call!”

Spider-Man shoots out webs from his wrists at the duo after quickly pulling his mask down. Spot yelps in shock as he slips backwards, pulling Y/N down with him through a portal behind the two.

The two end up reappearing outside, falling onto the concrete street as people nonchalantly walked past them (with very few taking notice of them).

“Hey, Johnathan? Word of advice? Less talking…more fighting!” Y/N shouted.

“Hey, you agreed with helping me out with our introduction!” Spot shouted back.

“Since when?!”

“When you started to live with me, Y/N!”

Spider-Man bolts out of the small store, ripping off the rest of the sticky webs that were deflected onto his face.

The duo looked at him before gazing at each other.

“This is the part where we run.” Spot said.

“Yep.” Y/N replied.

The Spot and The Dot.

Two goofball criminals with silly simple powers and schemes.

The black, white, and rainbow!

The bark and the bite!

The doubled troubled duo of Manhattan!

The new villains in town!

For a year and four months, they’ve dubbed themselves as the new criminals of Manhattan, taking extra time on planning their crimes (much to Y/N’s disapproval). After a horrible nuclear explosion, the two have gained their newfound powers and were brought together by fate from after their convenient transformation.

And so far…it was a mess. These two were definitely not fit to be the criminals, but they both had one thing in common, they never quit. They were more than willing to show to world what they were capable of and that they could never be defeated!

…Even though they’re nearly killing themselves by somersaulting through portals on a busy street while flying through the air like ragdolls.

Y/N giggles like a child as they spin through the air along with Spot after flying out of a mid-air portal. Adrenaline rushes through their veins when they see a huge taxi jet towards their direction from another portal.

“Woo!” Spot yelped, flying out of another portal.

“Oh shit!” Y/N shrieked as they dodged the taxi as it flew only a few centimeters away from their head.

“Woah, hey, hey, hey! You could hurt somebody!” Spider-Man exclaimed. He shoots his webs towards the taxi, latching it onto the nearest building before it fell to the ground, immediately pursuing Spot and Y/N. While running on the sidewalk side-to-side, Spot glanced at Y/N with hysterical concern.

“Uh, are you okay?!” He asked.

Y/N guffaws with joy, looking at him.

“Yeah! Why?” Y/N replied, excitedly.

“You-you nearly died and you’re laughing like it’s a normal day for you! Wha-why…?”

“I’m just having fun! That’s all!”

“You almost died!”

“I know! Isn’t that amazing?!”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re soft as heck!”

“Hey, I’m just concerned for your well-being! I swear you’re so obsessed with-“

Spider-Man appears in front of the spotted duo, halting their escape. He immediately runs towards Spot and throws his fist towards his face, only for it to teleport through his chest, accidentally punching himself. Y/N sees this and immediately bursts out laughing…

…before realizing this is when they attack and that Spider-Man tried to hurt Spot.

“Oooh, hahahaha! Hahaha-hey, wait a minute, don’t punch my partner!” They shouted.

Running towards them, Y/N tries to punch Spider-Man ,who was latched onto Spot’s back, but they lose their balance and fall on their face again.

Yep, again.

“Can’t you two just act like regular supervillains so I could catch you?!” Spider-Man asks, exasperated. During their fight, Spider-Man kept getting stuck into the portable spots on Spot’s body. He was stuck inside of him in the weirdest positions, to the point where even Y/N tried to help pulling him out (while weakly punching him). There were people down the sidewalk watching them deal with their silly fiasco. This was so humiliating!

Y/N snaps their head towards them, polka dots glowing with fury as they blush with embarrassment.

“The fuck are you guys looking at!?” They spat at the group.

Eventually, the three end up teleporting on top of a moving truck. Spot weakly tries to punch him along with Y/N as Spider-Man effortlessly dodges the blows, texting on his phone. The utter disrespect!

“You’re looking at your text? You understand this is the fight of our lives, right?” Spot asked, offended. He tries to punch him again a couple of times along with Y/N being more fast and fierce with their punches.

“Sorry, man.” Spider-Man replied, “Just-just a second!”

“No, no, no, no! Go ahead, take one call!” Spot exclaimed, throwing another punch. “You turn off your phone in a movie theater, you don’t turn it off when you’re fighting us?”

“Spot, stop talking and punch him already!” Y/N huffed.

“I am! Can’t you see that?”

“You’re punching too slow! Faster!”

“I don’t see you punching any faster, Dot!”

“That’s because I’m so fast, you can’t see me!”

“I can see you.” Spider-Man quoted.

“Shut the fuck up, Spider-Man!” Y/N shouted.

Spider-Man punches Spot in the chest, his fist projecting out of his face, not punching himself this time. Bending his arm backwards, he grasps the back of Spot’s neck and throws him at Y/N, knocking them both off of the truck. They fall on a public table, crashing the chairs and scaring away pigeons.

Y/N sits up and shakes their head, trying to recollect themself after the large fall. They look at Spot and see that he’s rolling on the ground, holding his face. “Spot, are you okay?” They asked. “Oh, my nose!” Spot said, dramatically. Spider-Man jumps from the truck and lands in front of the two, still texting on his phone. The blatant disrespect!

“Sorry!” He said, coyly. “It’s just, I really gotta be somewhere-“

“Psych!”

A portal forms beneath Spider-Man’s feet as he falls in with a surprised yelp. Y/N helps Spot up on their feet. Before they could let each other go, Spot and Y/N get pulled into the portal by Spider-Man after he latched a line of web on Spot head. One portal led to another and the fight was beginning to get tiring.

After falling in a car wash, the fighting trio portal into coffee shop bringing bubbles and a…wild goose with them?

“We’ve been waiting for this moment for a really long time so…hey, where’d this goose come from?” Spot asked. Y/N tries to stand up and power up again, only to end up slipping and falling on their face…once again!

Y/N had more bruises than dots now.

While Spider-Man was finishing his text, he nonchalantly puts his hand on a livid Y/N’s face, squishing their cheeks as he softly pushed them away from him as they tried to throw blind and angry punches at him, missing him by a hair.

Spot tries to stand up straight on the slippery floor as an angry goose flies over his head, merely attacking him.

If this day couldn’t get any more frustrating and humiliating, it certainly did for Spot and Y/N.

“Ah! Get it off me, get it off me, get it off me!” Spot said, flailing his arms in panic while the goose attacked him. Spider-Man uses his webs to latch onto Spot and Y/N, falling down another portal.

This time the duo landed on a rooftop, falling clumsily in sync. They try to run away, but Spider-Man lands behind them, and pulls them back with webs to make them face him. Spot and Y/N look at each other and nod as they prepare for attack. Portals spew from the dark spots on Spot’s body while the dots on Y/N’s body begin to glow brightly, their dot eyes following.

On instinct, Spider-Man dodges all of Spot’s punches and kicks through fast portals, holding his fist on the last blow through one portal. Spot chuckles.

“I got you right where I-“

“You’re dead, Spider-Man!” Y/N roared. The glowing polka dots on their body began to shift and flicker as they charge towards him.

Raising up their left fist preparing to strike, Y/N shouts;

“Taste the rainbow, sucker! Polka-Dot Punch!”

Spider-Man dodges Y/N’s glowing left hook, the momentum causing their fist to go into the portal…

…accidentally punching Spot in the face through the other end.

Y/N turns around and covers their (non visible) mouth in shock and embarrassment. Spot falls to the ground clutching onto his face as he rolls around in pain with muffled screams.

“Ohmygosh, Spot! I’msosorryareyouoka-“

In a black and red blur, Spider-Man instantly kicks down Y/N. He then shoots web at the duo, tying them up back-to-back with the sticky substance while also tying their limbs together through various portals, keeping them from moving.

“Unbelievable…” Spot said, in disbelief.

Patting them both on the head, Spider-Man leaves the two bound and trapped on a giant artificial spider web associated with small portals projecting their trapped limbs. Y/N struggled against the webs angrily as Spider-Man ran away.

“Come back here, nemesis!” Spot called.

“This isn’t over!” Y/N shouted.

“You two behave and don’t escape!” Spider-Man said, pointing his finger at them in a parental manner.

“Your costume’s too tight and the back, by the way!” Spot said, insulting him.

“Yeah! And your breath smells like…like…beef!” Y/N followed.

Spider-Man was already gone.

Y/N angrily tries to break free of the webs, growling like an animal while Spot just sighs while dropping and shaking his head.

After no avail to break free, Y/N stops struggling and begins to sulk in defeat. A long silence passed by.

“This is all your fault!” Spot and Y/N said in sync.

@one-green-frog @moanutt

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