Alastor And Rosie Are My Everything

Do you ever write a sentence and then realize “Nah, that’s too self aware for you” and backspace a bunch of times.

"Tell me, Levi. What did you and your mom do when you were little?" You hope it's okay to ask this.

Levi thinks for a moment. The bad memories come up first. "Do?"

"Yeah. Like, did you read together?" You start with that.

Levi is quiet for a moment. "No, we um, didn't really have books." Why is that so hard to say?

"Well that's okay, I'm sure she told you bedtime stories."

He just shrugs. It's hard to remember.

You see Levi deep in thought and wait for him. You perk up when he gives a tiny smile.

"Shadow puppets." That's it. It was a game and a story in one.

"Really? That's adorable!" You smile too. "What was your favorite?"

"I don't know. The wolf maybe. Or the swan." One he liked, and one she liked.

"Wanna show me?" You're happy for this piece of himself he shares with you.

He holds up his hand with less digits. "Tch, with what fingers?" You must be joking.

You don't give up. "The ones you have, silly!" You reach out and grip his fingers in your hand. "I bet you can still make a great snail."

It surprises you when he actually chuckles at this. "A snail?" He doesn't think he ever made that one before.

"Wanna try?" You ask, hand still wrapped around his fingers.

The sweet sound of your voice, your genuine smile, your soft touch, something leaves tingles in Levis chest. He's not sure what to do with it.

He lets out a breath. "No." He shakes his head. "Not, right now." He rephrases it, leaving the offer open. You've just caught him off guard.

"That's okay." You lean back, no longer touching. "When you want to, my hands are always open to you."

The feeling you give to him does not fade. And he knows he doesn't want it to.

“When you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission.”

nightmare

So last night I had a dream abt Hazbin Hotel where Alastor just completely broke down.

I don’t remember all of the details, but what I do remember is that him and Charlie were walking down the streets. I don’t know why exactly, but Alastor was kind of upset abt something? Like, upset to the point where he was actually having trouble keeping the whole smile thing up.

Eventually, Charlie catches on and asks him what’s wrong. This man pulls her into like an alleyway or smth and starts BREAKING DOWN. I’m talking genuine tears, his smile is just gone, he’s leaning against the wall for support and trying to cover his face, etc.

Charlie was surprised at this. I can’t remember why Alastor was so upset, or if he told Charlie what was wrong, but regardless, Charlie gladly comforted him.

Ik this might not be the most canon thing that can happen with Alastor, ik he’s supposed to be like a big spooky evil overlord

But goddamn what I would GIVE to have Charlie and Alastor bond like this to the point where Alastor trusts her enough to show her his true emotions <333

Younger

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (gender neutral) Reader

Summary: stressing about the future is no fun, so Eddie takes you on an impulse trip to remind you to live in the moment, to remind you of just how alive the two of you are

Warnings: pure unadulterated fluff

A/N: consider this an apology for my Save a Prayer fic lmao!! this was inspired by Younger by Imagine Dragons, I highly highly recommend listening to this song whilst you read, or just listening to the song in general, bc honestly it’s just amazing!! I was also rushing to finish this and post it asap so sorry if it’s not my best work, but anyways I hope this fic brings you some comfort and I hope you guys enjoy <33

!! vol. 2 spoiler in the a/n at the end !!

“What’s up, baby?” Eddie asks you softly, nudging your shoulder with his own gently.

You’d lost interest in whatever movie was playing a long time ago, drifting into a complete world of your own as your thoughts took over the entirety of your attention.

“Hmm?” You hum, still not even fully comprehending what Eddie had said.

He sits up next to you, turning the tv volume down a bit and then twisting so that he could face you. He brings his hand to rest on your thigh, his thumb moving back and forth in a small comforting gesture.

“I said, what’s up?” He repeats gently.

You blink a few times as you pull yourself out of your reverie. You rub your eyes with your fists as you try to get the real world back into focus. You were also trying to hide the tears that had been threatening to spill for nearly half an hour now.

But there was no hiding from Eddie; he just knew you too well.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You looks at you earnestly, dipping his head down so he could meet your eyes. “Was the movie really that bad?” He jokes lightly, bringing a tiny smile to your face.

You sniff as the tears finally break through. You shake your head.

“No. Honestly I wasn’t even watching it” you admit in a small voice. “I’m sorry, I just have so much other stuff on my mind” you can hear the sadness in your own voice, it was laced with something like defeat.

“So tell me” Eddie shrugs.

You let out a huff of air, shaking your head slightly.

“It’s all stupid anyway, mostly overthinking things I guess, it’s dumb” you ramble quietly, trying your best to look and sound casual.

“Tell me anyway” he pushes gently.

He looks at you so earnestly, with such softness and tenderness in those big dark eyes of his. You feel your heart swell and the tears brim in your eyes. You shrug and shake your head again as you speak softly.

“It’s just stuff about the future. Like what am I actually gonna do with my life once I finish school? Like where do I want to go next, what do I want to do, who do I want to be. I also have my parents’ expectations to try and live up to, and… I don’t know. It all just feels so big, so overwhelming. I feel like I need to have my entire life planned out already or something. Like there’s just no time, no room to breathe” you ramble quickly, the words leaving your mouth faster than your brain had time to make sense of them.

Eddie just nods and says nothing for a second as he takes in all your words.

“Wow, that’s a lot” he finally agrees after a moment.

“Yeah I told you it was dumb” you wring your hands in your lap awkwardly.

Eddie takes his hand and places it over yours, stopping you from fidgeting with them. He squeezes your hands gently.

“That’s not what I said, I just mean it’s a lot. It’s heavy stuff” he shrugs lightly, his thumb stroking the back of your hand reassuringly.

“Honestly it feels like a massive weight sitting on my chest. Like it’s only a minute away from crushing me all together. Like the stress of it all is literally taking over my body” you feel your lower lip start to quiver, a waiver in your voice.

“Being an adult, or I guess nearly being an adult, sucks huh” he chuckles softly, gaining the smallest of smiles from you.

“Hmm, take me be back to when I was younger” you muse quietly.

“Oh if I could, I would, my love” he lifts a hand to stroke your face gently. “But, if you think about it, we’ll never be younger than we are right now,” he raises an eyebrow at you, “so let’s go live like it, even if it's just for tonight”

You shake your head questioningly at him.

You suddenly see a mischievous gleam in his eyes, his lips tugging with a smirk. He’d just had an idea, you could see it plainly in his face.

“Come on, let's go” he wiggles his eyebrows at you before getting off the couch to stand in front of you.

“Uh, go where?” You half laugh in confusion.

“Nowhere. Anywhere. Everywhere” he whispers dramatically.

“It’s already past midnight you know...” you hesitate meekly.

But Eddie just extends his arm, holding out his hand to you.

“Do you trust me?” He continues with his melodramatic tone.

Despite your uncertainty at what he was up to you you nod, and place your hand in his. His fingers wrap around yours as he gently pulls you up off the couch.

“Good, then let’s go!” He winks, dragging you out the trailer.

---

Eddie grins practically the entire drive. His hand rests on your thigh as he drives, his thumb still keeping up the small reassuring stroking motion.

“Eddie, where are we going?”

You’d tried to work out where you were but dark country roads mad pit difficult to tell The only things you could see being fields, bushes, and the night sky. It was as if there was no one that existed right now but the two of you.

Eddie just grins even wider but keeps his eyes on the road.

“I told you baby, nowhere and everywhere” the dramatic tone returning to his voice. “Just trust me,” he adds a bit more seriously, “we’re almost there.”

You sigh but still can’t help the smile that plasters your face.

True to his word, not five minutes later Eddie is slowing down and pulling off to the side of the road. He drives through a small gap in the bushes that lined sides of the road. Eddie parks his van and quickly jumps out. A second later he’s round your side, opening the door for you. He bows and holds his hand out for you as if you were a princess stepping out of a carriage. You giggle and roll your eyes as he helps you down from the van.

You step round to the front of the car and can’t help the gasp of awe that leaves your mouth when you take in the view in front of you. You keep hold of Eddie’s hand, feeling him give you a light squeeze, as you stare wide eyed at where he’d taken you.

You were in a wide and open field that seemed to run on for miles. Just off to the left was a lake, with the most beautiful willow tree leaning just on the bank. Above you the night sky was alive. The stars shone so bright they almost didn’t look real. The complete lack of light pollution meaning they were free to burn in their full glory. The full moon shone just as brightly, letting you have just enough light to appreciate the scene in front of you. You look over to see Eddie grinning at you like a proud child.

“Eddie” you breathe, almost speechless. “This place, i- it’s...”

“Pretty cool right?”

You shake your head in slight disbelief. “I don’t think there’s a word magnificent enough to describe it.”

“Mhmm” he nods his agreement enthusiastically.

He goes to to walk further into the field, tugging on your hand. But you hesitate and pull back.

“But what exactly are we doing here Eddie?” You ask sadly.

“We,” Eddie starts as he comes to stand in front of you, his hands on your upper arms. “We are here to just get away. To live in the moment, to be free. No worries, no stresses, no future. Just here, just now. Just you and me.”

You look at him doubtfully.

“Come on” Eddie winks at you and tugs at your hand again..

“W-what?” You stare at him confused. “Where are we going now?”

“Just trust me” he winks again, pulling on your hand again until he gets you to move with him.

He starts to walk quickly, pulling you along with him, heading in the direction of the lake. But before you know it he’s running, dragging you along with him. The two of you were suddenly racing towards the lake, sprinting at full speed. You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. You and Eddie running at full speed, hand in hand, in the middle of some field in the middle of the night.

You feel the night air whipping against your face, surging through your lungs, the air so cold it almost burned. All of it contrasting with the warmth of Eddie's hand in yours. The air fills with the sounds of the two of you giggling like giddy school children during recess. The only accompanying sound was the stomping of your feet as you continued to race into the night.

Eddie lets go of your hand just as you reach the edge of the lake, leaning over to rest his hands on his knees as he pants to catch his breath. You do the same, both of you still laughing even through your breathlessness. Eddie’s face is split with the biggest smile you think you’d ever seen as he looks back to you.

After a second, Eddie takes one long stride over to you and cups the back of your head with his hand. He’s then crashing his lips against your own. He kisses you breathlessly, messily, intensely. Your mind spins, both from the run and from the brisk air swirling around you. His hands wrapping around your body feel almost feverishly warm, and you keen into his touch. You can still feel the smile in his lips, his warm breathy laughter washing over your face even as he tries to keep kissing you.

When he pulls away he’s got that grin on his face again, but this time it’s laced with an edge of mischief.

“I have another idea on what might help with all those troubling thoughts running through your perfect little head,” he kisses your forehead quickly, "but you’ll have to trust me again, ‘kay?”

“Okay...?” You look at him quizzically.

“Okay” he nods, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose before letting you go and moving to take a few steps away from you

He then turns to face the lake, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, as if he was preparing for some kind of physical altercation. You narrow your eyebrows at him, completely lost on whatever the hell he was getting up to.

Eddie takes a deep breath before he suddenly just screams into the dark of the night.

His voice bellows into the quiet of the night, echoing across the lake. His scream fades as he runs out of breath and soon the only noise is Eddie laughing like a child.

“Jesus, what the hell was that?” You balk at him.

He turns his head, that ridiculously big smile still adorning his ridiculously beautiful face.

“That was cathartic as fuck! That’s what that was” he laughs. “Come on, your turn.”

“Oh, n-no, no I don’t think so” you shake your head at him, hugging your arms around yourself.

Eddie just nods rhythmically at you as he walks back over to you, hugging you from behind and wrapping his entire body around you.

“Mhm yes I think so, come on” he kisses your cheek. “Just let it all out.”

"Don't worry, no one can hear us from here, I promise” he continues when you don’t respond for a second. "You’re all good, just let out all those worries and stresses, baby. Shout them into the night sky, let them be gone!”

He steps away from you again, giving you space. He opens his arms in a ‘go ahead’ gesture. You look at him, unsure, but he just smiles and nods encouragingly.

You take a deep breath, rolling your head to crack your neck; “fuck it” you exhale.

You give Eddie one final glance. His enthusiastic nodding gives you the final push of confidence you needed.

And so you scream.

You scream with everything you have. You let all your fears and worries be expelled from your mind, from your body, hurling them into the night with your voice. Your head starts to feel clearer, nothing mattering other than the cold night air and the burn in your chest.

Eddie was right, it was cathartic.

Eddie quickly joins in from behind you, screaming and whooping into the air. You both scream until your lungs just can’t take it anymore, until your body had no sounds left to give, save for your laughter.

“Yeah that’s it baby!!” Eddie whoops proudly, clapping like an idiot.

You squeal when he suddenly picks you up from behind, holding you against him and lifting your feet off the floor. He spins you about half a turn before the two of you fall into the soft grass together, both of you practically dying from giggles.

You’re both still laughing a minute later when you finally roll over to face him. You bury your head in his chest as you slowly start to calm down from the all the giggling, finally starting to catch your breath. Eddie still chuckles softly even as he brings his hand up to rub your back, holding you against his body. For a second you forgot you were the middle of a field; it was just as if he was holding you like usual when you were in bed together.

You place a soft kiss to his throat before you roll to lay just beside him, nuzzling into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder as his hand still runs up and down your side gently.

You look up at the glittery night sky, at the awe-inspiring beauty of the full moon. Everything you were stressing about seemed suddenly small and insignificant. How could anything possibly worry you when you had this perfect view and Eddie beside you?

You feel a tear prick your eye, but this time it’s of happiness. A tear of gratefulness for this idiot you called your boyfriend at your side. Your idiot who knew exactly how to cheer you up, even if his methods were somewhat ‘out there’. Eddie knew there was no point giving you some big speech about how everything was gonna be okay, to not stress about it, etc. He knew it would do you no good. Your brain would continue to linger on it regardless of what he said. No, Eddie knew that what you needed was distraction. And that’s exactly what he’d provided.

“Thank you for this” you mumble softly.

Eddie shakes his head and rubs your back a lil harder.

“Don’t even mention it sweetheart” he places a kiss to your forehead.

The future didn’t seem so daunting now. Didn’t seem so immediate. Because for now all you cared about was here and now.

All that existed was this infinite moment with Eddie.

Masterlist

A/N: tagging my darlings @siempre-bucky and @chaoticvigilantes bc I know they're in need of the Eddie comfort right now :’) this was 100% a self-indulgent comfort fic bc I am also stressing about my future and also I needed the comfort of Eddie still being alive lmao! I hope you guys liked this <3

Taglist // Join My Nightmare Realm // Ko-fi

Deeply fucking unsettling things about the Honored One himself, Satoru Gojo

Thanks to his ability to fuck with gravity, you put him in a blank, empty room with identical walls, floor, and ceiling with no doors or windows, he'll quickly lose track of which way is up. Realistically this situation would probably never happen, but the concept freaks him out ever since Geto made a joke about it once.

Gojo's body maintains a perfect thermodynamic equilibrium, making his skin creepily cool to the touch. He can go out in a blizzard with shorts on, and between that and Infinity, he'd be perfectly fine. It makes for a cool party trick, because he can stick his hand in a candle flame or put cigarettes out on his arms with no ill effects.

He's unsettlingly clean at all times, because dirt can't touch him. Gojo hasn't needed to use stain remover on his uniform in years.

He quite literally has six eyes. He keeps four of them shut and all of them hidden most of the time, though, because a) looking into all six at once would liquefy the brain of your average human, and b) his Six Eyes are constantly feeding unfathomable amounts of information into his brain every second. Even with his tolerance to his powers and mastery of the reverse curse technique, there's only so much stimuli a human brain can process without completely shutting down, and Gojo doesn't want to find out what that'll do to him--in a nutshell, just because he can see things that mankind can't even hope to comprehend doesn't mean he wants to.

He can perceive the entire electromagnetic spectrum, meaning he can see shrimp colors. Everyone else desperately wants him to describe the shrimp colors. Gojo continues to smugly refuse.

Because of his reverse curse technique constantly refreshing and regenerating his body, he just. doesn't really need to eat anymore. or drink. or even breathe. His body is basically frozen at peak physical condition, and it's very likely that he is functionally immortal.

Sometimes, Gojo forgets what pain feels like, because nothing can touch him. Pain feels almost like pleasure to him, because nothing can hurt him. Nothing can even touch him, and Gojo has secretly developed a perverted interest in seeing how badly he can mutilate himself before he's forced to reengage his technique and heal.

Gojo can bend and contort himself in ways that aren't humanly possible, run faster and farther and lift heavier objects than anyone alive, because his body can repair itself almost as fast as it's damaged, depending on how severe the injury. Basically, he has permanent hysterical strength, letting him push his body past its limits to perform feats that would kill a normal human with no ill effects.

Gojo doesn't sleep. He literally can't unless he releases his technique, because his body is constantly being refreshed and doesn't need to shut down. Oh well, it's for the better. He's most vulnerable while he's sleeping anyway, and it opens up his schedule by a lot.

His teeth grow now, almost like a rodent's. He has to file them down to be able to open and close his mouth properly, along with much more frequent trimming of his hair and nails.

His skin is oddly smooth, and unnaturally pristine. Gojo hasn't recieved a single scar since Toji sliced him open, and all the ones he'd recieved before are healed flawlessly at this point. His hands are so soft they make it look like he hasn't fought a day in his life, because calluses aren't able to form anymore.

Gojo's been around the world countless times now. He can go wherever he wants with a thought; the only cost is his sanity. Warping himself across the Pacific for lunch in San Francisco is fun, but he can only do it a few times a week if he doesn't want to have another... ah, episode.

These episodes involve blackouts, gaps in his memory where his powers manage to slip their leashes from overuse and literally short-circuit his brain. He's only had a few so far, and every time, he wakes up in the infirmary completely unscathed, with blood all over his clothes and an awful fucking migraine. Nobody knows what happens or where he goes, and all Shoko's been able to tell him is that when it happens, he seems to go into a giddy fugue before blasting his way out of the compound and vanishing for anywhere from days to weeks. Gojo's absolutely terrified of these episodes, because he's wholly aware that if he lost it for real, nobody would be able to stop him.

He looks human enough, but if you look closer, he quickly starts to set off the uncanny valley effect. It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing--because you know how dangerous he is, even though he appears relatively harmless at first. Everyone who meets him has the same fear response clawing at the back of their mind as their hindbrain screams at them to fucking run, because Gojo is an apex predator in the body of a prey animal. His very presence awakens primal fear that's been entrenched in every human since the dawn of time--the fear of things that go bump in the night, of cosmic horrors beyond what mankind can even hope to comprehend.

His eyes glow all the time now, and the energy crackling in the air around him feels like the static that comes before a lightning strike. Satoru Gojo is insistent that he's still human even though he's the strongest, but... is he, really?

RFA + V + Saeran Crying

wrote this cause crying is honestly how I’ve been dealing with things lately and I just want these boys to cry. I didn’t do Jaehee cause I just wasn’t feeling it  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yoosung:

he used to not want to cry, thinking it wasn’t manly and that no one would take him seriously if he did

but over the years, he’s learned to accept his feelings and to let himself cry it out every once in a while, knowing that it’s not good for him to hold these emotions back

and it always seems to be rooted with his stress

he gets so frustrated with himself and how much he’ll pile it on by either not doing what he’s supposed to or doing too much of it

it gets to a point where he’ll get home and lean against the door he just got through with tears already staining his cheeks

he’ll start sobbing louder and louder with each overwhelming thought

he even gets a little mad as he cries, wondering why it seemed like the world was against him when he’s only trying his best

and he likes to be alone when this happens, not wanting to direct his anger where it shouldn’t go

but if he has someone that he absolutely trusts and can be comfortable around, he’d prefer to vent to them and have a shoulder to cry on

Zen:

he’s cried more than he’d likes to admit

it’s not something he’s necessarily embarrassed about, he just doesn’t like acknowledging it

especially with how it comes from his insecurities 

he portrays himself as this confident being and doesn’t want to feel like a hypocrite

but there are days where he just doesn’t feel as great as he usually thinks he is, and he is so worried that others will see that too

and it’s not like he doesn’t like the body he’s in, it’s more of whether he feels like a good enough person to be in it

wonders what he did to deserve it when he doesn’t find himself at all appealing beyond his looks

and the more he thinks about this, the more the tears build up

until he’s silently sobbing to himself, tears almost pouring out 

and once he’s done, he’ll feel much better

even finding some beauty in his post-crying face

Jumin:

it’s a little harder for him to get to the point of crying because he has a handle on his emotions like no other

but that doesn’t mean he’s above letting his feelings flow in such a way

and it usually happens when he feels overwhelmed

when it seems like he has such high expectations on him, ones that even he feels he can’t meet

when he truly feels like he’ll let the people around him down

this isn’t a common occurrence, but it does happen

and it usually happens when he gets home late at night, after a few glasses of wine when he’s alone with his thoughts and most vulnerable

tears will start to pool before he’s even realized they’re there, and once one falls then the rest are to follow

he’ll run his fingers through his hair, trying to contain his sobs, but after a minute, he decides to let them out

and sometimes, it’ll seem over too soon

but other times, he’ll feel like he’s been crying for hours

and he’ll usually feel better after the latter, as if he had a proper outlet for his frustrations

Saeyoung:

it happens a lot more often than he’d expect

usually when it feels like there’s a lull in his life, when things have slowed down enough for him to process it

and it’s because he gets left alone with his thoughts for a bit and they’re not always positive

he’ll look back at the things he’s done and what he’s put everyone around him through

and he’ll feel guilty about it

he’ll start thinking about what he could have done differently

when the tears start to well up, he gets even more upset about it, wondering why he’s the one crying 

that he doesn’t deserve to be upset at himself and that everyone else should be

and he will pile so much guilt on him, to the point where he doesn’t even feel like he deserves the love and understanding that’s been given to him

and that’s when the tears seem to be coming in a continual flow, he’s either choking back sobs as he aggressively wipes them away

or they just flow, his face almost seeming numb and void of expression 

once he’s done crying, he’ll usually feel better

but it helps if he feels validated, as if he has someone to sort these feelings out with

V:

he really does try to be strong for the rest of the RFA, someone they can all lean on when they need to

so he never openly talks about his struggles or his thoughts

so once it gets to a point where it’s all bottled up and he feels like he’s incapable of handling so many things at once, that’s when he breaks

he’ll collapse back onto his bed, couch, some sort of surface and without even noticing, tears will already be running down his face

there’s no real sound to it either, just silent tears pouring as he’s left alone with his thoughts

and it only seems to continue the more he thinks 

it’ll wander to how he feels at fault for his mistakes, that he didn’t deserve to have so much trust placed on him in the first place

he never really shakes the thoughts after he’s done crying, but he’ll at least feel a little stronger after pouring his emotions out to even just himself

Saeran:

for him, it builds

it starts with one negative thought until that’s all he has on his mind

it always seems to revolve around his past too

when he thinks about what he’s been through, he always wonders how he got passed that

and whether he even should have

and the more and more he’s left alone with his thoughts, the worse the breaking point is going to be

and once he does, it’s gradual

starting with a few tears until it gets up to him practically wailing, openly weeping as he clenches his fists

he gets angrier the longer he cries, wondering how he could be so weak

but once he’s done, it’s almost a complete drop from angrily crying to just feeling nothing

and after a bit, he’ll feel much better, glad to have had that moment of vulnerability 

able to push aside these thoughts to become a better person, especially if he has someone he wants to be a better person for

steve “can you please hold this for me while i go risk my life” harrington & eddie “for your modesty, you absolute slut” munson

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