Hi! New Anon Here (🦠). Won’t Ask How You’re Feeling Because We’re All In Mourning And In Shambles,

thinking about playfighting / shadowboxing w/ gojo all the time bc he loooooves to piss you off and you’re swinging at him knowing the punch is never gonna land bc of his infinity n reflexes etc but you’ve caught him off-guard bc he wasn’t paying attention and you just fucking DECK HIMMMM like he is on the grounddd yellinggg holding his jaw (that is maybe starting to bruise 😶)

“oh my god!! what the fuck, what happened to your infinity??!!”

“i didn’t think i needed it around you!!”

“im so fucking sorry baby are you okay?”

“pride hurts a little. a guy tries to be sweet and let his walls down so his girl can be affectionate with him and this is what i get…”

“aww, i can’t believe you really trust me enough to let your infinity down with me.”

“i can’t believe you hit me!!! im a victim!!!”

“ah, shut up you big baby. will you stop complaining if i kiss it better?”

bf choso texts!

navigating the world (technology and the internet) as a half-curse can get quite challenging, but luckily you’re there to help ur bf in his times of trouble!

 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ conts: fluff and crack

a/n: back from my unannounced hiatus 🙂‍↕️

comments are appreciated :)

dividers by: @konatasoup

Psychotic. Two blue eyes ripped open and stared into you. For the first time since you’d met the strongest, you had actually feared Satoru.

He stood a good distance away from you as blood splattered his pretty face in a disturbing array of red and black. His once neat black uniform was tattered in places from where he’d suffered minor blows, he looked like an animal.

Metaphorically he was one. In every way. From the moment he crawled his way out of that nasty hell hole of a prism real to when he tore cursed spirits apart with his bare heads.

Mangled bodies littered the floor as if they were nothing more than trash. Sorcerers and Cursed spirits alike.

Tears absentmindedly streamed from your eyes, you just couldn’t help it. Every fiber of your being ached from fighting enemies and grieving the people you had learned to love over time. Before hearing that sickening crack and watching Satoru’s being emerge out of the small square, you believed this fight was over and had come to terms with your inevitable death. However, something about seeing your lover dropping body after body with the sounds of bones cracking along with flesh separating made you weary.

“Why are you hiding from me, sweetheart?” The baritone sound of Satoru’s voice crashed into you like a wave. *Click* *Click* *Click*

Something about the floor of the damned subway caused the dress shoes he wore to click louder than normal. Similar to a predator the clicking sound reminds you of an animal dragging their nails against the floors

He reigned in closer with every passing second, your name falling from his stained lips. “Baby what did I do to deserve this treatment? I came back for you..”

You wanted to scream, get up and possibly try to run so you don’t look like you just laid down and died. Thoughts raced through your head as your eyes stayed glued to the floor infront of your knees. The click sound got louder, louder, and louder until they simply stopped. No noise filled the train station other than the sound of your beating heart.

The moment you look up you see Satoru’s head poking around the wall you hid behind. Eyes screwed open so wide they must hurt and a bloody smile that stretched from one ear to the other.

“There you are.”

Hi!

I have a req - Richter fell in love with reader (female) who is a Vampire

They’re pretty distance at first but then they start to like eachother 👉👈😮‍💨

Also sorry for my bad english…

AN: I don’t think this is exactly what you asked for but I hope you enjoy it. Also, I forgot how much I hate tumblr’s formatting.

Word Count: 1600+

You had been a freshly turned vampire when you met Alucard.

A rouge vampire had turned you and abandoned you and it was only because of pure luck and maybe a little bit of fate, had Alucard stumbled upon you and taken you underneath his wing, teaching you and helping you cling onto the remnants of the humanity you had left and since then, you had remained by his side, travelling the continents, he dragged you along to every adventure he got in to for the past two hundred years.

Now you were in France, camping out in the ruins of an old building, or rather you were hiding in the quickly diminishing shaded areas, calculating how long you had left until you were forced to hide in the nearby forest as the sun rose from its forced eclipse.

“Why not keep the world in darkness forever and destroy it all at once? She must have exhausted her power.” Annette spoke as she stood up, “We should attack again now, while she’s weak”

“She’s not weak.” Alucard approaches the group, “I’m sorry we didn’t get you sooner, who did you lose?”

“Her mother…though she is not exactly dead” Richter informs them.

“I’m sorry, I know how she feels”

Alucard turned to where you were hiding and glanced up at the sun, a silent warning that your time was rapidly running out and you nodded at him, standing up from your crouched position.

“I’ll stay nearby” You inform him, head motioning towards the woods just beside the ruins they were camping out in, “Keep me updated.”

Alucard nods and watches after you as you speed off to the safety of the darkness and shade.

Richter is also watching after you, his blue eyes trailing after your blurring figure before you completely disappear.

He had been curious about you since you and Alucuard had saved them hours beforehand, something about you was compelling to him and he wasn’t sure why. He’s come across many vampires before but you were the first one who actually saved him and not tried to kill him, plus you were also stunningly beautiful.

Ritcher was brought back to reality after Alucard turned around to face the group and found him still staring after you, a small smirk on his face before he began to tell them of their journey to Egypt.

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You sat up against one of the many trees around you, bored out of your mind as you were unable to do anything whilst the sun was up. Usually you sleep the day away or read but now you’ll have to wait until the sun sets before you can set off to Paris with Alucard and Richter if Alucard manages to convince him.

The sound of distant footsteps makes you perk up, they’re nervous, unsure and so you’re only half surprised when Richter stumbles into the clearing minutes later.

He flushes a bright red when he realises that you were already watching and expecting him, and he clears his throat nervously before he speaks up,

“Are you also going to Paris?” Richter asks.

“I am” You nod as you stand up, “Wherever Alucard goes, I go.”

“So you’re quite close to him then?” Richter asks, curious about the dynamic between the two vampires.

“Alucard saved me when I was turned. I’ve been by his side for two hundred years.” You reminisce, “I’ll follow him to the end of the world if I have to.”

Richter looks shocked at your statement causing you to let out a soft laugh.

“I guess our relationship is like yours and Maria’s…siblings almost but Alucard saved me from a certain death and for that, I’ll always be by his side, loyal to the end” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

The sun had once again set and you were free to leave your temporary prison of the forest and leave with the group towards Paris but not before they stopped by Juste’s cabin…which was currently up in flames.

Richter gasped and ran ahead, calling out for his grandfather and you ran after him whilst Alucard transformed into a wolf and Annette forged her weapons.

You looked around the area but it was quiet, no sign of vampire life other than the dead ones that were scattered around and you were pulled out of your concentration by Richter wading into the water, calling out his grandfather's name before he turns the body around and realises it’s a dead vampire.

The sound of tinkling brings everybody’s attention to where Juste stood, alive, contaminating the river.

“You normally interrupt someone when they’re taking their steed to water?” Juste asks, unhappy that he was disturbed.

You laugh at the face Richter makes as he realises what was happening before he exits the river as quickly as he can.

“Do you normally piss in the lake you drink from?” You ask, disgust lacing your words.

Juste calls out your and Alucard’s name in recognition before a frown settles over his features, “This doesn’t bode well”

“There was an eclipse” Juste states while crossing his arms.

“We know” Richter deadpans

“Fucking vampires everywhere. Never seen one before, an eclipse. But this one was magic anyway, wasn't it?” Juste turns to Alucard for answers.

“Erzsebet Bathory, the Vampire Messiah. She can turn day to night.” Alucard informs him.

“Oh. So, what will it take to kill her?” Juste asks the question that everyone wants to know the answer for.

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You sat with Alucard and Annette on some tree stumps as Richter and Juste have a private moment.

“Are all Belmonts like this?” Annette asks.

“Irritating? Oh, yes.”

Alucard’s response makes you laugh, as even though you don’t have a history with them like Alucard, the few you have met over the years did all seem to share the infamous Belmont trait.

“To be honest, it's years since I had much to do with them.” Alucard stands from where he sat, desperate to get going, “Richter, we need to go!”

“But if we can't stop Erzsebet, I'll need a Belmont to finish the job. Or a revolutionary witch, of course.” Alucard continues on with his conversation with Annette.

“What happens if we get to Paris, and the mummy doesn't hold any power, and it's just some old corpse that was stolen hundreds of years ago?” Annette asks.

“Then at least it's no use to Erzsebet either.”

You wait for Richter as he finishes saying goodbye to his grandfather before you both follow after Alucard and Annette.

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“The river will take us much of the way from here, we won't be stopping, so if you need provisions, get them now. Keep out of sight. For sure, we're being followed. I'm always being bloody followed.” Alucard instructs them.

“Will you turn the tables on them, surprise them and take them out with your flying sword thing?” Richter eagerly asks, excited to see Alucard in action taking over.

“I'm going to find a boat.” Alucard responds, his tone as flat as ever.

You and Annette stifle your laughter as Alucard stalks off.

Richter invites you to help him hunt, insisting that your vampire traits would make it easier as Annette picks mushrooms.

“So, how long have you been alive?” Richter asks, his hand going up to nervously scratch at his nape.

“Haven’t you heard it’s rude to ask a woman their age?” You tease him with a giggle.

Richter’s cheeks flame red as he quickly splutters to clarify what he means, causing you to laugh again before you reassure him.

“After the first hundred years, I lost track but if I were to guess, maybe two-hundred and twenty…give or take a few years”

“That’s…a long time” Richter is stunned as they come to a stop in a clearing.

You hum in agreement, “I have lived a long life, traveled to places and seen things that I could have never dreamed of before I was turned.”

“I would love to travel someday”

You step closer to Richter, “Maybe I’ll take you travelling, you know, once we’ve killed Erzebet and Drolta…if you want that is”

Richter’s head dips closer to yours as your hand comes to a rest on his arm,

“I’d like that…alot” Richter whispers.

You move to shift to your tiptoes when you hear distant footsteps heading your way, prompting you to step away from him.

He shoots you a confused look that is answered when Annette steps through with a basket filled with mushrooms.

“Caught any rabbits?” Annette asks with a smile, “Or did you get distracted?”

You flash her a grin, “I’ll leave you two to it, I don’t even need to eat, not really.”

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As Annette was in the spirit world, you got comfortable down into the basement of the building you were temporarily staying in but you weren’t alone for long as Richter soon joined you, sitting beside you as close as he possibly could without actually sitting on you.

“How is she doing?” You ask about Annette.

“Nothing has changed, but Alucard is keeping watch over her.”

Richter stutters as he tries to speak again, tripping over his words as a steady blush rises on his cheek.

“Can I kiss you Richter?” You ask, smile on your face as you get to the point.

“Oh, yes please.”

You shift up and pull him into a kiss, swallowing his soft gasps as you deepen the kiss. You only separate when Richter has to pull away to breathe.

“You know, Alucard gave me the encouragement to come down here” “Not enough encouragement to initiate the kiss I see” You tease, “Unfortunately, Alucard is a terrible bragger when he’s right.”

“Let him” Richter grins at you before he pulls you back into another kiss.

Does anybody else not imagine themselves when they read ‘x reader’ fics or is that just me?

Like you imagine your oc instead of yourself

A silly ask and I'm kinda surprised no one has done this yet and I like your writing so I'm sending it to you but basically fem reader and toji on an episode on maury :3

WHO’S YOUR DADDY? — toji fushiguro

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

a/n: the way this has sat in the drafts for well over a year, loved writing this btw, thanks anon!

it’s no secret that toji has his doubts about whether megumi is his.

but you’re officially over going back and forth with him. especially when he still owes you child support that he refuses to pay until you show him valid proof that megumi is his son.

and what better way to give him that confirmation that he desires than on the messiest show on daytime television, in front of a live studio audience.

“for those who have joined us after the break, today we are joined by y/n, who claims that her ex boyfriend toji is pretending to act like he isn’t the father to their two year old son megumi so he doesn’t have to pay child support.”

the camera pans to you and toji sat a few feet away from each other. you can tell that he thinks this whole thing is a joke from the way he’s slouching in the chair and the constant sarcastic replies he gives maury each time he’s asked a simple question.

“maury how do i know she’s not tryna hustle me outta my hard earned money, huh?” he asks, seemingly thinking that he’s caught you in a tight spot. “besides have you seen the kid? his hair is spiky as fuck, nobody in my family has that hair type.”

the laugh that threatens to leave your lips is almost sickening, using hair as reason to not claim his child was absurd.

it was almost as wild as trying to accuse you of being a good-for-nothing money hungry vulture. which was rich coming from him. considering that your job was practically funding his lifestyle, aside from the large dose of cash he received from his 'work trips’ that cropped up once in a while.

the cash did nothing for you as he spent it as fast as he received it. rather than putting it towards megumi’s trust fund or college fund, he squandered it all on drinking and gambling, especially when it came to the races.

it turns out his charming looks and smiles do not work on the biggest gamble of all time: betting on damn race horses.

but in the rare instance he had some had some heart he contributed towards the bills and groceries. yet that still wasn’t enough.

“when was the last time you paid for megumi’s diapers or his formula or anything related to the apartment, hm?”

you retort, revelling at how all the fight and bravado he once held was slowly seeping out of him, as if he had all of his blood sucked out of him. the host looks expectantly at toji, awaiting a response.

the audience sets off in a chorus of ‘boos’ before toji even has a chance to respond to clear his name. he feels ambushed, the humiliation of admitting to be a terrible father on television creeping up on him.

but what did he expect? he always pushed too hard and now he’s paying the price as you unsurprisingly pushed back even harder.

and of course in the sea of 'boos', there’s a few cheers in the crowd from people who are more interested in getting into his pants instead of the main reason to why you were here in the first place.

“oh and maury if you think i’m lying, i’ve got invoices, bank statements and receipts spanning the last three months.” you add “i can tell you for a fact that this man doesn’t spend a dime on anything—he might as well put on a diaper and sleep in our son's crib.”

"and so what?" toji shrugs, ever so nonchalant. to the degree it pisses you off, he could at least try to act like he cares in front of the camera and the audience.

“i still make it up to you though, don’t i?” he replies, a teasing edge to his tone that has implications that you don’t want to unpack on national television, which was ironic since your business was already out there anyway.

the look on your face is almost murderous, and luckily maury manages to pick up on before this turns into a bloodbath. he quickly perks up as he holds up the manilla envelope that was going to make or break your day.

“In here we have the results of the paternity test, come back after the break!” he says clasping his hand together as you head to the commercial break. immediately you head backstage, grabbing megumi from the staff member who seemed smitten with him.

he latched onto you as you doted on him, before he waddled off to play with his firetrucks that you brought with you in your bag. “he’s getting so big.” a familiar voice says and you turn to see him in the doorway.

“megumi look! daddy’s come back with his tail between his legs because he knows he’s about to be publicly embarrassed on tv!” you say in a mocking voice, pointing out to where toji is standing and he toddles over, smacking his arm as he adorably glowers at his dad.

“bad daddy!” he says and you stop him before he gets out of control and starts to barrel toji with his kicking and slapping. you pull megumi onto your lap trying to calm him down whilst biting back a laugh.

“we don’t hit megumi, unless people deserve it like your daddy.” you tell him softly but you doubt he’s retained any of what you said anyway.

megumi is nestled into your lap, his focus back onto the firetruck that he’s playing with. for his age the kid is incredibly perceptive to the point where it spooks you out.

and if toji feels more like an idiot now, he doesn’t say so.

—

“and we’re back! for those who have just joined us, y/n claims that her ex boyfriend is denying that he’s the father of their child to avoid child support payments.”

the clips of the past half hour play back as you sit down, the manilla envelope in your eye level making your heart race slightly. deep down you knew that he was the father so why was the anticipation making you doubt that?

the crowds cheering and whooping comes to a close once maury grabs hold of the manilla envelope, he opens it, dragging out the grand reveal for dramatic purposes as the suspense builds in the room.

“when it comes to two year old megumi fushiguro, toji… you are the father!” he announces setting off the crowd in a series of cheers. you look over at toji and notice the red flush that covers his neck and ears, a sure tell sign of embarrassment and guilt.

“all i gotta say is that i fucking told you so, hell i didn’t even have to say anything you should’ve known!” you said to him, as he did nothing but take the well deserved lecture from you.

toji felt really fucking stupid, like really stupid but he didn’t want to add to your tirade already, he already wanted to melt of pure embarrassment under the hot studio lights. he really underestimated the lengths you’d go to prove him wrong.

“it’s time to start scrimping and saving, old man. food, clothes and diapers aint cheap. I’m sure your poor race horses will understand right?” you said teasingly, biting back a laugh as you clapped his shoulder.

toji let out an annoyed huff as the sound of your laughter ricocheted in his head, the high from your victory lap still present. he couldn’t be more of a fool if he tried. “haha very funny.” he said drily, despite his head burning, now he owed you and shiu money over his stupid antics.

he knew that as long as the internet and tv were still around, he was never going to live this day down, knowing you’d use this moment to embarrass him and deservedly so.

“i’ve been your host, maury! come back tomorrow where we have suguru and satoru. two former best friends and alleged lovers with satoru claiming that suguru’s affair with the kfc worker ruined their relationship!”

“give me a baby” satoru talks to you in a normal tone; you can’t feel or see any notes of sarcasm, but you smile in disbelief, at which he turns to you, “please” sincerely looking into your eyes.

“what’s wrong with you?”

“kids inherit their intelligence from their mom.”

gojo doesn’t let you say a word, putting his finger to your lips, again dazing you with his arguments, “i want my kids to be smart.”

you take his hand away, and he runs his fingers through his hair, ending your dialogue with a wink “and beautiful of course.”

now that i'm an adult, i'll say it.

BOLIN WAS ALWAYS FINER THAN MAKO

Why is this so true?

meme by: @Inknopewetrust

Hear me out, Omnimark told Atom Eve “I've always hated you” and my mind keeps thinking that the reader of the Omnimark universe rejected it because she knew Eve's feelings for the Mark of that universe, if she had confessed to the reader she would probably have rejected it with “I don't want to get between you and Eve” or “I don't want to hurt Eve's feelings, she's my friend and I'm sure that if you gave her a chance you won't regret it!” And from there, Omnimark developed hatred towards Eve by ruining his girl's head and preventing them from being together 😭😭

GOOOODDDDDDD. HERES AN OVERLY EXCITED BLURB

It was like a knee jerk reaction, seeing her of all people invoked a deep-loathing he thought he satiated ages ago, but no. Breaking her leg wasn't enough, she needed to die here as well.

"I've always hated you." It felt so good to admit it out loud, to the rubble, to the crushed asphalt, to whoever was around, he remembered it like it was yesterday.

"I really like you, Mark." A spark of hope. "I really do... but... don't you think you deserve someone who can keep up with you?" Your nervous expression made him melt. Wait. What?

"... keep up with me..?" He echoed, blinking as if that would clear up the confusion. "(Name), I don't understand."

His hand held yours tightly. You squeezed it gently. "I'm no hero, I'm not even affiliated with the GDA—"

"I don't care about that!" He quickly shot back, you didn't let up. "But you should! Mark, you need someone who... won't be a burden on you, someone strong like you.. like, I dunno... Eve..?"

... Eve? What the hell did Eve have to do with this? You couldn't hold back a small smile as you came closer. "Between you and me, I really think she likes you... so you should go for it!" Your tone was so sweet, so happy to give him away to someone he didn't want.

"(Name), please-"

"I know it's weird, but please, Mark. Give her a chance. She's my friend and doing this with you..." Your hand loosened. He could feel you slipping away. "It doesn't feel right, you know how close we are! Her parents know me and everything!"

Always throwing away your happiness for others, his hand stood there in the air as you parted from him. "Trust me, it's better this way! For you two. And for me!"

'You two'. Him and Eve. Like it was pre-established in your head, like there was no chance to argue or change anything. He wasted no time after you left.

That heartbreak earned him a bloodbath, he was always calm and collected, never put his emotions before his job but he earned it, first was Eve, naturally, he was sure you'd be sad over your 'friend's passing but what kind of friend makes you give up happiness for them. Blinded rage, he didn't care if you claimed that you denied him of your own accord.

He wanted you. You. You. No one else.

Whatever members of whatever pathetic heroes team remained were next, as if first blood wasn't enough he went on a red-hazed rampage, he needed to let out the full extent of his anger before he'd come to see you.

And when he did, he looked like a nightmare, breaking into your home, blood that you knew wasn't his dripping on your floors as he approached you. "I confessed to you." He pants, fists clenched. "I laid my heart out for you." He leaned down to your trembling form, his hand outstretched. "I want your answer, not Eve's, not one else's." The blood soaked your cheek, labelling you an accomplice.

"... Eve.. where..." Oh, poor thing. You were so scared you couldn't get the words out, he shushed you and hugged you close, the metallic stench of blood filled your nostrils. "It's ok, no one will bother us, you can answer me honestly now."