#ego x reader

[maochira]

Hii!! Can you do Blue lock boys with a short reader like 160cm? Characters is (reo, chigiri, Kaiser, isagi, ego and ness)

You can delete ness if you feel that they are too many 😭😭

Don't worry that isn't too much at all!! I actually wrote a request with 14 characters once??? So yeah I don't mind!!

Characters: Reo, Chigiri, Kaiser, Isagi, Ness, dad!Ego

Part 1 (Barou, Nagi, Bachira, Shidou, Rin, Sae)

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!small!reader, headcanons for the players can be seen as platonic or romantic, I only write Ego as a dad/father figure or older brother so uh here we go with dad!Ego!!

Reo thinks it's so cute when you sit on a chair and your feet don't completely touch the floor. He likes to pull you on his lap, so your feet don't touch the ground at all. Having you on his lap also means he gets to wrap his arms around you, which makes him feel like he's protecting you.

Chigiri thinks you're so cute. He loves to hug you from the back and rests his head on top of yours all the time. Sometimes he even picks you up and spins your around a bit. But he also loves to tease you about your height, especially in situations where your height doesn't even matter. He just points out "Ah, I forgot how small you are" when you're literally just walking around.

Kaiser loves to use you as his arm rest. Wherever you're standing, expect his elbow on your shoulder. He absolutely loves to tease you about it and often says things like "Look how tiny you are!" and asks to compare your height to his at least once a week.

Isagi is very casual about your height. He never makes a deal out of it or points it out. He still can't help but let out a slight chuckle whenever you get on the tip of your toes to hug him. Even though he never says it, from the way he looks at you it's very obvious how cute he thinks you are.

Ness is a bit obsessed with your height difference. He points it out at any chance given, but not in a teasing way. He adores you very much! Ness speaks in a very loving tone every time he says "You're so tiny!" and "Don't worry, I'll grab that for you!" when he reaches his arm to get something from the top shelf for you.

Dad!Ego expected you to grow up to be as tall as him, or at least somewhat close to his size. But apparently, you're not getting that one last growth spurt and are for ever cursed to be tiny. He points it all the time and says things like "If only you got more of my genes." He's not genuinely upset over it, but he thinks it's funny how offended you get sometimes.

[shoyoist]

Can i ask for ego smut😳 i feel like he'd be really into bondage and choking. Imagine him just talking to someone on the phone and his other hand's just wrapped around y/n's neck and fucking her dumb then if she ever makes a noise he'd just insert his index and ring finger in her mouth to shut her up aaaaa

content: f!reader. unprotected sεx, light bondage, a little choking, gagging, edging, fucking while on a call. slight dumbification. an: you're so right nonnie!! except instead of his fingers in your mouth, he got a pretty present to help you stay quiet instead.

— . ｡˚ ♡ ego enjoys testing your limits and seeing if you break.

you're starting to feel dizzy.

ego leans back in his chair, letting out an irritated sigh into his phone as the JFC head on the other end of the line continues to blabber.

he talks casually, sounding bored as he rolls his eyes while going “yeah, yeah” like he's annoyed by whatever they're saying to him. “sure, i don't care. just get the system installed before the end of the week.”

he doesn't bat an eye, doesn't even let out a hitched breath — to give away the fact that he's got you sitting pretty in his lap, your cunt wrapped around his cock. it's like you're not even there.

but you are. you've got a cute little heart shaped ball gag in your mouth, and his free hand is lazily wrapped around your throat.

every now and then, he'll nudge his cock deeper into you, and you whine pitifully, teary eyed and impatient because he's been on that call for twenty minutes now, having picked it up right after he'd pulled you into his lap and got you to sit on his cock.

he's not taking care of you, even after he promised he would.

and he's even got your hands tied behind your back. you can't even help yourself. your clit's aching, begging to be touched — but his hand has remained around your throat the entire time, only once skirting downwards just to give your hip an absentminded squeeze before going back up.

“mmh,” he hears all your little whimpers and whines, but he pays zero attention. the only give-away that he's enjoying this so very much is that his cock throbs inside you with every pathetic flutter of your walls around him.

“mm, ego-san.” your words are barely coherent, tongue held down by the gag, and your voice is all pitched and slurred anyway, but he knows you're saying his name. he knows exactly what you want.

and he's not going to give it to you. not until he's done with this call that he's purposefully dragging out as long as he can, asking the JFC guy for more stuff to spark more protests and arguments from him so that he could stay on the phone longer.

will you be good for him? will you be his good, pretty little cockslut and sit on his dick and behave for him until he's done? he knows you will.

you're a good girl <3 that's why he likes you. because he can push at your limits, play around with you and toy with you as much as he likes — and you'll take it.

his eyes flash behind his glasses as you slump forward, lashes fluttering as you try to remain focused, doing your best to be patient. you twist your wrists behind your back a little, letting out a little, helpless sigh as the rope chafes at your skin.

sweet, pliant little thing.

he knows you won't cum until he tells you to. he knows you'll drive yourself to tears and sob, getting all hot and messy on his cock as you try to control yourself, as you try to shift into a less stimulating position. he knows you'll do your best and follow all the rules he's laid out for you.

which is why once he's finished with this call (in ten more minutes? fifteen minutes? twenty?) he'll untie you, admire the rope marks around your wrists and arms for a bit — and then bend you over his desk and fuck you dumb.

it's what you deserve <3

he plays a fair game, after all. if you do as you're told and give him what he wants, he'll reward you with what you want — to cum and make a mess all over his cock as he fucks you and fills you all up.

[ana-chan164]

Hey, can you translate these photos for me?

Yukimiya Kenyu & Ego Jinpachi comics.

Artist in twitter: mmk_x00x

Hope you enjoy ♡.

[benkeibear]

⋆꙳✧༄ Breaking up with them

❖ Characters: various blue lock characters

❖ Reader: genderneutral

❖ Summary: Just small Drabbles based on songs about how you guys broke up and why

❖ WARNINGS: heartbreak, mentions of cheating at the first one

❖ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! | thank you @i-am-tiny-sun for helping me choose between songs!

It came out of nowhere, the both of you having a rather beautiful relationship, one that makes others jealous but the moment the words slipped past his lips your whole world crumbled. He cheated in a drunken haze at a party- a party you attended as well. He tried blaming it on the alcohol in his system and that it doesn't count because it didn't mean a single thing but to you it was clear, things would never be the same and you can't stay with him much longer after this. What if this wasn't a one time thing? It wasn't the first time he disappeared during those parties after all.

"We could blame it on our hands, they lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it. Or we could blame it on our bodies - they say we like the way we feel when we get touched”

➸ Ryusei Shido, Oliver Aiku, Akira Endoji, Ryosuke Kira

Every time he came over, he never stayed the night and he made it clear from the very beginning that there won't be any feelings involved. Of course you agreed but somewhere after all the times you fell asleep in his arms you realized that this meant something to you, even though it shouldn't. His kisses linger on your skin but the warmth his body provided, doesn't linger much longer than the night lasts and is gone by the time the rays of sunshine flood your room. So one day without another word you blocked him and never opened the door, even when he showed up and begged to talk to you, his heart broken over not being with you anymore.

“Said I wouldn’t care if you walked away but every time you're there, I'm begging you to stay. Only love can hurt like this, your kisses burn into my skin”

➸ Rin Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Shoei Barou, Gin Gagamaru, Okuhito Iemon, Aryu Jyubei

Things were always so right but yet so wrong. The lack of time, the lack of touches, the lack of your partner being committed to the relationship. You knew you two belong together since it was always you against the world but the world slowly started to defeat the two of you. Days turned into weeks and none of you had the power to change anything, helplessly watching from the sidelines as your relationship slipped away like sand through your hands - slowly but inevitable. He might be your perfect match but it's just not the time for the both of you to be happy with each other so you decided to break things off… maybe in the future things will work better for you.

“When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside. But if you loved me, why’d you leave me?”

➸ Sae Itoshi, Yoichi Isagi, Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Noel Noa

The relationship was straight out of a fairytale, flowers every friday, a kiss on the forehead in the morning and at night, a shared bond without words - something people would call eternal love. He made you feel like you're the most important person to exist, like you two could tear down everything that comes into your way. The nights you two spent inside, giggling about your future, thinking about how you'll name the kids and pets, designing your own little house - everything forgotten in the split of a second when he told you it's never been real to him, he just needed someone to warm his bed and you were perfect, too naive to see through all of his sweet talking.

“I don't want to waste away another cell on a memory when you're just another meaningless lover. Forget the nights we spent laughing ‘til the morning on your bedroom floor”

➸ Jingo Raichi, Jinpachi Ego, Alexis Ness, Wataru Kuon

Things were never perfect, but what relationship is perfect? Truth is that you both loved each other unconditionally, yes. You loved. It's the past. Date nights started becoming less and so did the mutual interest to spend time together, be it inside or going out together. It was as if you two just coexisted within each others spaces, the “good night, I love you” turned into “good night, love ya” and finally into “good night” and that's when it hit the both of you - there was a time where you loved each other but that time is long gone. The only right thing to do now is to let each other free, allowing the other to find love elsewhere and it was okay. You still valued what you once had.

“Let's just forget the things said and the autumn night when we realized we were falling out of love. So let's just pretend everything and anything between you and me was never meant to be”

➸ Gurimu Igarashi, Seishiro Nagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Ikki Niko, Tsurugi Zantetsu

Network: @tokyometronetwork

[luvingshidou]

Yall acc like ego LIKE NOT AS A JOKE 🙁🙁🙁

HE SO FUCKINH UGLYLYYLYLLYYYY😭😭😭😭

🤓☝️ looking bowl cut lanky ass

[kingkunigami]

Ain’t no way this man ain’t a total sleaze, okay?

Happy Burthday, Anon!💕

Pairing: Ego Jinpachi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, not proofread, dubcon, kinda exhibitionism, piss.

Working as Ego’s assistant you’d started to notice certain characteristics that shaped the man’s life. Since creating the bluelock program it was clear how his egotistical nature fuelled his decisions, he was cruel and selfish in only following paths that would benefit his own goals. It was almost obsessive how he desired to maintain order over all aspects of his life, including you. He liked to keep control, and ensured you remembered.

The massive screens in front of him showed every angle of the bluelock compound, no matter which screen you looked at you managed to see at least one of the men from the program, cheeks flushed when your eyes came to land on Kunigami on one of the large screens. Even through the security cameras you could notice the way his skin glistened with sweat as he raised a bar with weights above his head.

It was perverse really, the way Ego had access to every single part of their lives and could hone in on any one of them whenever he pleased. It was a morose control that stroked more than just his ego, fuelling the superiority complex inside him as he watched them as though they were rats in a cage.

It was the same power that he seemed to wield over you. Allowing him to do with you as he so pleased, nothing more than another one of his playthings and you weren’t sure what was worse? Him using you, or you enjoying it.

“See anything you like, sweetheart?” His lips grazed your ear as he stepped behind you, his lanky frame towered over you as he held you against him.

“No,” You hummed nonchalantly, trying to calm your racing heart as you moved your gaze from Kunigami only to find your eyes focused on Shidou who was currently booting ball after ball into a goal.

“You sure about that?” He smirked against your neck, one of his hands sliding down your body to lay flat against your abdomen as he pressed down. The movement pushing your back into his chest as you felt the pressure increase, squeezing your thighs together to try and ignore the dull throb in your bladder.

“I wonder what they would think if they could see you now,” He forced one of his slender legs between yours, preventing you from keeping your thighs clenched tight. The motion had you whining in response, rolling your hips as he pressed the muscular quad against your heat. The motion had your pencil skirt bunching around your thighs, as you felt completely exposed, “I bet they’d love to see you as a prize.”

Your heartbeat increased at the thought of those men seeing you like this, in such a depraved state as Ego continued to press his palm against your abodomen, increasing the pressure in your bladder as you tried desperately to fight the urge to let go.

“Oh? You want them to see you like this, hm?” He smirked, “I bet it would increase their performance if this were a reward. A sure fire way to make bluelock a success.”

“Please, no.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment as you thought about any of those men, those strangers, seeing you like this.

Of course you recognised each man by name, but you had no idea who they really were outside of the bluelock experiment, and they certainly didn’t know anything about you. If they did, they’d know that you were secretly enjoying the way your boss was pressing you down on his thick thigh.

“Don’t act coy,” Ego scoffed, “I can practically feel you already, you’re enjoying this already and I haven’t even touched you.”

His free hand moved between your thighs to cup your clothed sex, feeling your panties soaked with your slick as he pressed another sultry kiss to your neck.

“Still want to lie to me, sweetheart?” He groaned as he pulled the flimsy fabric to the side, letting his long fingers delve between your folds to feel just how wet you were. Dragging the mess through you as he began to press slow, calculated circles against your clit. The motion had you bucking your hips pathetically as you tried to ignore the ache intensifying in your bladder.

You gasped as you felt the first few droplets leak from your bladder and soak his fingers, the warmth different to the slick oozing from your cunt as he groaned in satisfaction. Increasing his momentum to try and coax more from your desperate core.

“Come on, you desperate girl.” He groaned, “I know you want to, just let it happen.”

“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna— oh, fuck.” Your body began to tremble against him as your knees became weak. Grateful that he was able to hold your body against him to stop you from falling face first as you felt the tension begin to leave your body, “Ego—”

The relief flooding through you in harsh waves as you let go, a warm stream of piss began to spill from between your thighs as you soaked Ego’s leg and the floor beneath you. Your panties ruined as you continued to roll your hips against his fingers, meeting his movements as you gave your clit some needed stimulation. Working yourself towards your climax as you felt yourself teetering over the edge when he stopped—

A desperate whine left your lips as you tried to press yourself down on his soaked thigh, your piss now cooling against the fabric as it stuck to your skin uncomfortably. Trying to find your release as he moved both hands to your hips to hold you steady, a dark depraved smirk on his lips.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Ego’s lips were pressed against the shell of your ear, “See that camera right there?”

He motioned towards a blinking red light that you hadn’t noticed before, the sight had your stomach dropping as you realised that he’d recorded the entire spectacle. Your embarrassment now committed to film for the foreseeable future.

“I’m going to be making an announcement momentarily,” He cooed, “Whoever scores the winning goal tonight will be receiving a special reward, I wonder if you can guess what that might be.”

[tojjist]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 - 𝗝. 𝗘𝗴𝗼

jinpachi ego x f! reader

tags: pwp, unintentional exhibitionism, semi-public sex, ego being an asshole, degradation, reverse cowgirl (kinda), mentions of masturbation (third person(s)), dacryphilia if you squint, marking/bruising, humiliation, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight objectification of reader.

note: this is my first ever fully-written smut so uh yeah forgive my lack of description and experience. also kinda rushed write it at like 3am in maybe an hour. Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! minors, ageless & blank blogs dni

“ego-san! eguhh—!”

your hips thrust; up, down. up, down. moving against his length. ego’s long fingers were digging into the soft skin of your hips, forcing harsher movement as your walls swallowed him whole.

“such a fucking slut,” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “taking my cock like a champ, that’s how you like it, huh? wanna get fucked ‘til ya can’t see?”

you don’t respond to his harsh words, too focused on the pleasure. your hips kept thrusting but you weren’t doing all the work; ego knew you wouldn’t be able to move on your own when he’s balls deep inside you.

but, jinpachi ego doesn’t take well to being ignored. if he asks you a question he expects you to respond.

one of his hands curls in your hair, harshly fisting it as he stops helping you move. naturally, your movements become sloppy and sleazy over his cock, still attempting to enjoy his length despite the way he’s gripping your hair and turning your face, forcing you to look at him.

“answer, sweerheart. wanna hear my little doll’s response, hm? don’t leave me waiting, whore.”

it was so astonishing how easily his vocabulary swapped. to him you were but a little fucktoy for him to enjoy. he didn’t have to make you feel good, which he did. you at least owe him an answer.

“y-yes, egoh-san,” you blabbered, barely able to keep your sanity together.

it is embarrassing; you’re a strong woman of a high position, yet the highest position you can get with this man is riding his cock like a slut. how he knew all your weaknesses you don’t know. jinpachi ego is a wonder and as much as you’d like to explore him, it’s clear he’s the only one getting any exploring here. you’re only there to serve, to drool and moan as he fucks you stupid.

but unbeknownst to either of you, it is broadcasted all over the blue lock.

you knew having sex right in front of the the controls was a bad idea. god, you begged him so much to just drop it and have sex somewhere else.

but ego insisted to do something he’s seen in some porno, sitting on his chair while you’re on top of him. the leather chair was whining under you two as you moved. you would have been worried about it breaking if you weren’t too busy getting fucked.

and now you’re both paying for ego’s selfishness. it was you, huffing and moaning, your breasts jiggling up and down as he had lifted the shirt off them. one every screen of every room. everyone was watching now.

and the boys? oh, they were devouring the broadcast. how could they not when your soft begs echo through almost every room of the pentagon shaped building?

seriously, these controls should be more complicated. yet one wrong move is all it took you and now 300 young men are watching you sob.

“ego-san—! ‘m close! close!!”

your tears weren’t many, but the ones that fell were fat, blurring your eyesight and arousing jinpachi oh so much.

“feels good-“ he groaned slightly at the way your hips move faster, teeth clenching agaist each other. “feels good, slut? ya like my c-cock in you— fuck-“

the way your face reddened and your moans became even more pitched was definitely the finishing line for most of the boys, watching as one of ego’s fingers rubbed at your pretty nipple, squeezing your breast then pinching the darker skin in the middle.

with a final sob, a final thrust, and a final breath, your release came. your head jerked back as your spine arched, moaning especially loud now. ego groaned as your gummy walls tightened around him, teeth clamping against the plush skin of your neck. he made sure to leave his mark on you; dark bruises on your neck as he bites so hard it almost draws blood.

one would be a fool to think that jinpachi was helping you ride out your orgasm. his name is ego. no one matters, not even you. he was only chasing his own release, wearing you out until his cock twitched under the pleasureful pressure, shooting white paint across the walls of your tight cunt. the lewd noises of skin slapping against each other remained loud, echoing across the monitor room as jinpachi rocked your hips back and forth until he couldn’t anymore.

“get up.”

“what?” you squeak innocently ant his harsh demand. you were barely just catching your breath.

“ya heard me, don’t make me say it again. get up.”

if there is one thing you learnt from being ego’s personal stress reliever, it’s to obey. no questions asked. he demands, you answer.

and you are one good lap dog. you allow him to mush and shape you however he likes because, for some reason, it felt so fucking good.

you didn’t have to be told another time, twice is a lot. you stand up without question, back facing jinpachi as you wait. was it anticipation or dread pooling in your stomach? you weren’t sure.

“bend over.”

his words were absolute. but this time you went rigid, not moving an inch.

“did you not hear me?” “ego-san..”

ego stands up, hand finding your head roughly as he begins to push it down. “when i tell you to bend over you fucking-“

he noticed it too.

there was a small red light, coming on and off, indicating that this is in fact getting recorded.

“shit…”

[angelltheninth]

I know he's not really popular but can I ask for Ego smut? Maybe him fucking Reader while explaining things to the Blue Lock gang and she has to not make a sound?

I haven't seen anyone write for him before so I'll fill the void a little. Thanks Anon.

Pairing: Jinpachi Ego x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, keeping silent, taking orders, clit stimulation, orgasm control, danger of being caught, dom!Ego

A/N: This man is crazy, and I mean fucking bonkers!

"Remember what I said, no matter what I do, stay quiet." You moaned with your hands barely muffling the sound as Ego's penetrated you with two long fingers, the third firmly pressed on your clit. "I have to talk to my diamonds in the rough, so you're gonna keep my hand busy until then."

"O-Okay." Slowly you spread your thighs open for his hand to slot between them more easily, your own hands gripping the desk behind you. It was so hot in the small room, and all you had on was a snug, black bra and stockings. You had panties at one point but, those were long since bee placed in Ego's pocket.

Ego glanced at you, "Good girl." He moved his fingers slowly in and out, not making noise but rubbing your sensitive spots perfectly. The screen in front of him blinked on, "Congratulations, my diamonds in the rough. A select few of you have made it to the next phase, and of those select few an even smaller percentage managed to surpass expectations." You could hear a mix of happy and angry words being thrown at him, "You've earned a few days of rest, use them well, see your family, friends, have fun, but be mindful of your bodies." He smirked at them, the dangerous kind that he sometimes gave you as well. At the same time he hooked his finger upwards, making you bite the inside of your cheek.

"Not fair." You mumbled, barely audible above the comments of the Blue Lock Team.

"Remember, your bodies are your greatest weapons. As much as you have to learn how to use them properly," A small roll around your clit, "You must also learn how to take care of them properly." Now both your hands were on your mouth in a struggle to keep silent, "72 hours." You looked at him with almost teary, desperate eyes, "That how long you'll have. When I snap my fingers the screen will go black. That will be your cue, understand?" He was looking at them but he actually waited for you to confirm, "Knew you could listen."

You weren't sure how much longer your could keep this up, his fingers were starting to pick up rhythm, which also meant your hips had to.

"Three," His thumb stilled on your clit, "two," Then it started moving rapidly, almost a blur of circles, "one." As soon as the screen turned black you let your hands fall from your mouth, allowing the high pitched moans to escape as your cunt came around Ego's fingers and palm. He kept hooking his fingers until you sat in his lap, breathing fast and hard, "Good girl."

[chigirizzz]

"i want to bang your..."

characters: chigiri, bachira, otoya, rin, ego

warnings/tags: inappropriate words ("bitch", "kys"), they're just your besties, smau, crack, gender neutral reader but there's a female emoji on rin's part, rin uses an insult that it's not lukewarm 😱

CHIGIRI HYOMA

BACHIRA MEGURU

OTOYA EITA

ITOSHI RIN

EGO JINPACHI

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Ego Jinpachi - "Gloomy"

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In which a certain football enthusiast is in one of his moods again. Or; In which Ego Jinpachi's loyal assistant tries their best to better his sour mood.

                                                                                                   

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Ego Jinpachi was an enigma to the many Blue Lock contestants and even to Anri who worked somewhat with him. The bespectacled man was best described as a hermit; a weird man who had a seemingly unhealthy obsession with the future of Japan's football. He kept to himself, all holed up in his office on his own.

Well... almost on his own.

[Surname] [Name], a loyal and dedicated assistant to Ego, was with him nearly all hours of every day. The only times they would leave his side was to complete errands when either they or Ego would use the bathroom or the rare times when Ego slept. They knew the elusive man far more intimately than anyone in the Blue Lock facility.

They know him so well, that they could tell that he was bothered before he even realized it himself. Which leads us to where we are now.

"What's the matter, Eggy? You hungry?"

You ask your position next to your boss's desk, your posture standing at attention despite the playful tone in your voice.

The bespectacled man huffed as he tore his eyes away from the wall of screens in front of him to give you a confused but slightly irritated side glance.

"Don't call me that. I was fine before you interr—"

GURGLE

A light pink dusted his cheeks as he looked away in embarrassment as well as irritation; he knew you'd bother him about this for the next day or two. Ego could already see you sporting an amused expression from the corner of his eyes.

"You want me to make you something or order take-out?"

You ask smugly, cheeks hurting from how hard you were restraining yourself from grinning viciously and ruthlessly teasing him.

Ego pushes up his glasses and turns his eyes back to the various screens in front of him. His gaze continuously flickers back to you as he tries to word his answer in a way that won't praise you.

"Make something, it'll take too long for take-out to get here."

He huffs out, not even bothering to look at your reaction; he already knows what he'll see.

You chuckle as you turn and make your way to the door to complete the task given to you. Though before you exit, you stop and look at him over your shoulder.

"You know... you could always just admit that you enjoy my cooking... Eggy."

You say through a smirk before slipping through the doorway, catching a 'Don't call me that, dammit!' before the door fully closes.

Gosh... your boss is such a tsundere.

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[maochira]

gn!reader

Just like 99% of asian parents, dad!Ego's main love language is bringing you food. Even when he's busy with work, each time he makes himself a bowl of instant ramen, he makes one for you as well and brings it to your room. Ego knows which instant ramen brand is your favourite, and as soon as you mention really liking another one, he buys that one in bulk - typical dad behaviour.

Ego pays more attention to your diet than to his own. He doesn't force you to eat anything you don't like, but he tries to encourage you to eat more nutritional food. Although, due to his own eating habits you tend to not listen to him. But Anri's there to help out a bit.

Sometimes, Ego randomly knocks on your door and asks if you're hungry. Most of the time, it's not necessarily because he thinks you might want food, but mostly because it's an easy way to start a conversation.

[anime-allover]

Hello 👋

Can i get a fluff oneshot with ego

You can do whatever you want with it 😌

Pride

Gender neutral

"Jin when are we going to go out? It's been a long time." You walked up behind him and stand next to him. He was working on another task for his blue lock projrct. You sighed and poked his cheek. "Jin." Ego tilted his head away from your finger. He hummed, letting you know that he's all ears.

"When are we going on a date?" You crossed your arms waiting for his answer.

"When I get done with this." You sighed and rolled your eyes at his answer.

"Which means, you don't have time for it." He stayed silent as he focused on his work. You walked away from him and grabbed some of your things. "I'll be gone for a couple of days." Ego stopped typing.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm tired of you neglecting me, all you payed attention to is your damn blue lock soccer team. Is that more important that me?"

"Yes it is but you're second to it, so don't worry about it so much."

"Second!?" You can feel the anger inside of you ready to come out, but you held it in. "Don't look for me, don't text me, and don't even call me unless you're going to apologize." You held your things tightly and left the room making sure to slam the door shut.

You decided to go to a friend house for a couple nights until you were ready to see Ego again but on the 3rd night the both of you heard a knock at the door. "Why would someone come to my house in the middle of the night?" Your friend groaned and was about to get up to answer the door but you stopped them.

"Nah, I'll get it. I need to get some water anyway." You got off of the bed and walked to the front door. When you opened it you saw Ego with blue roses in hand. He had a little more emotion on his face than usual. "Jin?" You whispered under your breath but you soon snapped out of it and crossed your arms. "Have you came here to apologize? It has only been 3 days."

"Yes, I have come here to apologize. I'm sorry for the way I was treating you. It was wrong and I shouldn't put my career in the middle of our relationship. I noticed it can get lonely in that dark space and I have noticed that blue lock isn't my first priority to keep me moving forward. It was actually you that kept me on track. I also miss your touches.... I missed your hugs, kisses, head pa- just know that I missed you ok?" Ego interrupted himself and looked deeply into your eyes. "Will you forgive me?"

You leaned onto the doorframe and put a finger to your chin, pretending to think. You smiled and hugged him tightly. "Of course I forgive you. I was wondering how long will you actually last." You giggled. He sighed and wrapped his long arms around your figure. "I have also missed you a lot too."

Thank you for requesting!!

[nana-mania]

“HIS RED FLAGS” - PART 4 - what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : rensuke kunigami , jinpachi ego , eita otoya , jyubei aryu

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : toxic relationship

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI [WILDCARD]

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ It doesn't take you long to realize how distant you are with your boyfriend, Rensuke. He no longer contacts you, texts you 'good morning' and 'good night', no late-night calls. He ghosts you out of nowhere which make you worried. Even though now he is allowed to call anyone during his stay in Blue Lock Program. When you come over to visit him at Blue Lock facility, Rensuke pretends like he has never met you and avoid you. You confront him about it and at that point, you realize you're talking to a different person- he isn't your boyfriend. He is cold-hearted, ruthless, stoic and harsh toward you. He never raise his voice at you but his venomous words still stung your heart. He hurts your feelings on purpose, he tells you the last things you would ever hear from him. Though you shed tears in front of him, he never hug you or comfort you. You can't feel his comfortable warmth and gentle kindness anymore. In the end, he discards you from his life like you mean nothing to him.

"You mean nothing to me. Never appear before me again."

"This relationship is a waste of time."

JINPACHI EGO

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Jin is emotionally detached from you. He can't feel your emotions which make it difficult for him to comprehend your emotional state. When you're upset, he never bother to comfort you because he doesn't know what is upsetting you. He tries to provide consolation, only for his words to come out wrong and you misunderstanding his intention. This always results with you arguing with him and him never show the effort to console or win your heart back. In fact, he becomes harsher toward you. At some point, he gets annoyed with the constant argument and your breakdown that he decides to end the relationship without properly explaining everything to you first.

"You're stupid for crying over such thing."

"You're not insecure, you just don't have enough confidence."

"Stop getting upset over every little inconvenience."

EITA OTOYA

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ He is basically Oliver 2.0 except that he never bother to hide the fact he wants to cheat from the beginning. If Oliver is being subtle before exposing his real intention, Eita straight out cheats in front of you. You lose count on how many times you see him staring at other people from the beginning you both start dating. He only focuses on you when you ask him for a kiss and he is more than willing to give you one. But much to your misfortune, you know those lips are the same lips that kiss his other scandals. He is not ashamed of the fact he is cheating on you. This fact is as clear as day. He even kisses one of his scandals in front of you and introduces you as his friend. He knows you are too kind to prohibit him from cheating because you love him a lot. His relationship with you only happen on impulse. He never care about your feelings since he lacks emotional attachment.

"You don't like my attitude? Okay, then. Let's break up."

"We're not married so I don't belong to you."

JYUBEI ARYU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ He doesn't exactly have prominent red flags that make him an entirely toxic person but some part of his behavior irritates you sometime. He loves his appearance and his hair is his pride and joy. He wants you look good as well so sometime he offers you advice on fashion and dressing style. He keeps pestering you to take good care of your appearance until you get very annoyed with him. This gets really bad to the extent you feel like he never appreciate you for who you are and try to turn you into his ideal lover who can stand on the same level as him. He tells you to follow his steps so you can become as stylish at him. It gets irritating really irritating that sometime you treat him harshly. Even though he actually means well and only wishes to bring out the best from you.

"Hey, (Name), I bought this new skincare product. It can help with your acne problem."

"I'm not...saying you look hideous. I just want my love to look good."

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this headcanon! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[vanyzvat]

Anti x Reader

Chapter 1: No Strings Attached

Chapter 2: His name (You are here!)

Chapter 3: Jacksepticeye

Chapter 4: Chase Brody

Jack STILL exists as a character in this fanfic, even though he is NOT canon anymore. This fanfic follows OLD lore.

Summary: He would never admit it, but he is grieving his old life. He's unable to let go of his grudges, and how everything that has happened has affected him during the past few years. There's a sense of rage that he can never truly express.

He shares with you barely a fraction of what that has been like.

(A lot of things are based off personal headcanons and my own interpretation of these characters! Please keep that in mind. I apologize in advance for any errors! Please let me know if there are any so I can fix them.)

“Ha͟ve͟ you e̕v̧e̡r͘... Be̷en ͡be͟tr͏a̢y̴ed̛?”

Again, that was an odd question coming from him. Wasn't he the one who supposedly knew everything about every person he came across, so he could use that against them? So what was the point of even asking that?

“Don't you already know everything about me?”

“I̕ ̧w̷a͏n͢t ͜t̕o k͠n͏ow y̷our anşw̴e͏r͞.͝”

“Err... I can't say I haven't? But why are you asking me this? Have you been betrayed?”

He turned his head away from you.

A few seconds passed, and he finally nodded once. Based on his behaviour alone, you could tell this was difficult for him to even admit.

He trusted someone, and then that person must've broken that trust- Or something similar. Maybe that was why he was so enraged by the world? You wondered.

You needed a moment to gather yourself before you gave a response...

Trying to comprehend that this was a being so feared by most, and that right now he was here with you, being treated like any other guest, and was actually opening up to you- That was not easy to stomach, even for someone like you.

While you were lost in thought, he slowly turned to look at you again. He's waiting for you to say something.

“Sorry for being silent- I'm just thinking... This is a lot to take in. I don't want to say anything stupid.”

“I'̴l͡l͞ s̷t̷op ͡h̸ere.”

“Don't. I'm just not sure what to say. You can still tell me whatever you want, though. I'll listen to you.”

“...Yo͞u'd b͡e̶ ţh̵è fir͝st.”

You blinked, taken aback yet again- So much, that your mouth even dropped a little.

When IRIS talked about this "ALTR 114209", they described something totally different. A paranormal presence, whose mission was to kill whoever was in its way. That its purpose was nothing more but to cause harm.

Maybe your conspiracies against the company weren't just conspiracies anymore. And maybe, this problem had a much simpler solution that they were too ignorant to even think about?

“That's okay. Better late than never, right?”

He then mumbled something which you didn't quite catch.

“Huh...? Sorry- I didn't quite catch that-”

“A̷nti.”

“...What?”

“My ǹa̕m͞e. I͡t͟ wa͜s͡. Anti.”

More silence filled the room. God, this was a lot of information, especially after barely knowing anything about him for the longest time. What kind of name was that, anyway?

“Anti?”

“I͜t̛ was ͝a͢ n͞am͟e gi͝ven to͠ ̷me.̢”

“...Uh. It's a weird name, I'll be honest. But it's still a nice one. I like it.”

“I̛ li͡ķe͞ ͟it͜, toǫ.”

“So someone gave that name to you- Who? That's assuming you don't have parents or anything like that.”

You heard him exhale through his teeth, then watched as he crossed his arms. Probably a touchy subject. But almost everything feels like a touchy subject for him.

“Loǹg st̶or̕y. I̴t's d͡iffic̛u͘lt t͝o pu̸t into w̸o̵r͡d͡s. Anḑ I̛ alre̸a̵d͠y ͢s͟t͡r͢ug͏gle e̵nou͝gh̡.”

While it was true that Anti was not the best at holding up casual conversations, or at communication, you didn't really care. Besides, he brought his own baggage up, he couldn't just leave you with his name and go without providing any explanation.

“Y͟ou ̛want̴ mȩ t̷o͜ ͘c̡on͞tin̡u͝e, d̸o̴n̨'t y͜o͜u.”

“Well, I don't want to be left on a cliffhanger.”

“I̶ c͝a͡n̶ t̀el͜l̛...”

“Į w̛óu̢ld͠n͡'t wan͡t to leave my̸ ͢on̨l̛y͏ ͜fr̕ie͠nd ͟h̕ang͝i͟ņģ, ͝wo͞ul̡d̀ I? Nǫ, I̵ ̕w͏ould̢n't̨...”

Anti was smiling, with his tone as playful as it always was.

But then his smile faded, and his voice became unusually serious.

“I was ma͟ni͢f̛ested. Man͠i̸feste̡d by̵ stro̵n̷g f͝e̢e͡lings o͞f̷ l͏o̡n̢elin̡e͝s̨s͞, wort̡h̨les̨s̡nèss. One͢ mom͞ent I ͜w͝a̕sn̷'t th̨ęre, an̕d̛ the nex͞t, ̴I wàs͝.”

“Manifested? By who?”

“His n͟a̢me dǫe̸sn't ̡ma̡tte̛r.”

Jack— The name of the person who manifested Anti into existence, was Jack. But you didn't know that.

“Was it... The same person who gave you your name?”

“Yes, and n̨o͡.”

“He̕ ̨w͠as ̛lik̢è ͢y͟o͠u̵. H̷e śp̡eńt ͠h͞is ̀d͠a͞ys pro̡vid͡i̷ng e̕ntért̵ainment͢ ͏t̀o͢ t͝h̀e worl̴d.”

“H̷e g̢av͏e, a͢n͞d h̵e g͜av̕e, and͘ he͟ ͏gave͏.”

Anti was angered by the many memories flooding back to him.

“Ga̷v͢e̢ so mųch w̧i͢th̴o̢ut͏ e̶ver̸ getting an̕y̶t͞hing in re̛tu͞rn͏.”

Memories of him watching as Jack overworked himself to insanity, and those that apparently "loved him so much" not caring at all.

Jack gave them everything, and they just watched. Just watched as he neglected himself, as he spiralled. They didn't deserve him. Why couldn't Jack understand that? They only pretended to care about him so they could get their "content". And of course, like the idiot he was, he believed them.

But not Anti. Anti saw through their lies. Jack was nothing but a source of entertainment to them. You reminded him of Jack, in a way. Was that why it was so difficult for him to give up on you?

“Th̛ose lee̶c̕hes... H͟i̴s "co͡mm͟u̡nity" as ͘he c͘a͢l̢led ̶t͠hem— T̢hey thínk ţh͡éy ma͡ḑe͢ A͞ǹtį.”

He raised his voice, his voice full of hatred towards those "people". He twitched uncontrollably, with reality warping around him to match his state of mind.

“Bu͝ţ they d͜ìd͞n͝'t͡ ͝mak͏e An͘ti͡. He did.”

You didn't give much of a response, besides nodding along to let him know you were paying attention. It wasn't that you weren't bothered to, it was that you didn't know how to.

You weren't a supernatural being, so it wasn't as if you could somehow relate to many of the things he mentioned. So you settled for just listening to him talk.

He was willing to open up to you, even just a bit, and you weren't going to make it all about you.

“Well, Anti, I guess this means you aren't as one-dimensional as IRIS claims you are.”

He laughed. It sounded strangely normal.

“Oh, th͡e͏y d͘o͠n't know an̨ythin̶g about̴ me.”

Despite him being someone who was meant to terrify you, you were fine. As for him...

“Were you scared?”

Your question must have confused him a bunch, because the distortion around you immediately subsided.

“W̶ha͜t?”

“Were you scared of talking to me. About all this.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Y͘ou̸ h̀a̷ve a͜ l̀ot ̵of aud͏ac̨i̕ty ̕to̸ a͟s̕k͞ ͜m͞e that̵.”

“I'm only curious.” You shrugged.

“...It'̨s͝ be̶en a̛t͏ thé ba̢c̷k o̕f my̢ min͢d f̷o̴r a w̕h́ile ̛noẃ. T̢he̛r͢e's... Many̵ th̵ing̵s I ̀wish I͠ ̴c̡o͜uļd sh̵a͡re ̨w͘ith y͢ou̧. I͢ j͏us͠t̡ ̷don't͠ kno͝w͟ h͏ow̛ tó... Yēt.”

“It's okay. I think I understand, anyway.”

“You're basically the embodiment of someone's negative thoughts, right?”

“S͏óm͟ethin͠g like ̸tha͠t̷.”

“Eh, whatever. Still, I don't expect a being like you to know much about emotions. Let alone how to express them.”

He could only nod silently. He seemed to be doing that a lot around you.

Everywhere he went, he left destruction behind. So why were you so patient and understanding with him? Why were you different? He didn't get it. It made Anti feel sick to be in the dark, to not have control of the situation. He couldn't find the right words to describe how you made him feel.

He did feel afraid. He despised being ""vulnerable"", it made him feel small and weak, when all he wanted was to be the one looking down at those inferior to him.

But you...

“Is there... Anything else?”

“Çan ͜I sta̸y͢ ẁi͠th yo͡ú f͟o͠r ́a͜ w͟hįl͏e͡?”

“Of course.”

You didn't anticipate for Anti to "teleport" closer to you, but you didn't mind.

He wanted company, and were there to provide. After all, you liked his company too.

You looked at him, taking in his expression- He was contemplating something, you could tell. He quickly caught you staring at him, and you immediately glanced off.

After a moment, you felt him rest his head on your shoulder, and you didn't bother stopping him.

Like you've said, he wasn't a social being, so you kind of predicted that this entire situation would tire him more than the average person. Him showing you any sort of affection was a little surprising, but you didn't mind that either.

...You got to know him a little better today.

...

A few minutes have since passed.

He's been awfully quiet, and you're concerned. You're not sure if he was content, or upset. So you decided to check up on him.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“...Y̴eah.”

“I͢'m enr̛a͡g͠e̴d̀ things h̕av͟e to be t̕hȩ ͢way̷ they͞ ́are, bu͢t... Yóù make i͢t ea͢sie̵r̛.”

You smiled.

“It makes me happy to know you can trust me.”

He really fucking hoped you wouldn't break that trust. He was still doubtful about everything he had just told you, but he was trying to have faith in you.

...You eventually realized that he never really... Spoke about what happened in regards to the entire "betrayal" thing. If anything, the only thing he had done today was vaguely provide you with some context. He only admitted that this betrayal had something to do with the unnamed person he mentioned.

“Can you... Tell me more about this "betrayal"?”

“I̴ kno͡w̛ yo̕u̢'̛re c͡uri̡òu̷s̡, būt... A̧noth̴ȩr t̶im̀e. Pl͢ea̡se.”

You've never heard him speak that way before. His voice went quiet, and he even pleaded you to not press on. Was it really something that personal?

“Alright. I can wait.”

You excused yourself and shifted around, changing position until you got comfortable. He waited for you, then went right back to what he was doing before.

You closed your eyes.

The two of you stayed that way for a while longer, not bothering to talk. It felt like time itself had stopped, just so you could savour this moment.

“Th́an͡k̸ yòu̶.”

“Huh? For what?”

“I fórg̨ot͡ what ̀it w͏as͜ ͢lik̢e to̡ b̴e a ̸pe͏r̡son; And̀ to ͢b̨e͏ tr͝e͠ąte͞d͡ like a pe̴rsơn.”

“I'm here to remind you.”

Another genuine smile appears on his face. You couldn't see it, but you still had a feeling he was doing a little better than when he first arrived.

...

...This was bittersweet for him.

He had been in denial for so long, years even, to the point where just thinking about Jack and about his situation felt like someone was cutting him up to bits with a chainsaw.

His old life was gone. He was alone. To everyone, he was nothing more but a demonic presence, who took the lives of those in his path without reason.

...But you sympathised with him, somehow. You listened to him and welcomed him, despite everything. He would never stop asking why.

He knew many people had no one in their life, but none of them had fallen that low. Even if they wanted to die, their instincts still kicked in when they saw him...

Oh well. It didn't matter. It still meant so much to him.

You couldn't even fathom how much he'd yearned to have someone in his life. Even he never realized how isolated he really was in this world, until he found you.

He felt his eyes shut on their own, and he let them. He didn't necessarily need sleep, but... He was still tired. It was a contrast to how he usually acted, especially in regards to the records IRIS had of him.

He couldn't recall the last time he felt a sense of safety. A feeling of somewhere he belonged, the feeling of home.

Ah. That's it- That's how he would describe how you made him feel if he ever needed to put it into words. You felt like home.

And as you slowly fell asleep besides him, Anti realized he didn't have to be alone.

[addrieana]

Ego??

EgoxReader | Of course, Not proofread, I'm lazy

teeny tiny bit of spoiler from the manga I promise it does not affect the experience. ✋

I'm in my Ego simping era rn don't you think Ego's underrated??

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When you found out that the Ego Jinpachi used to play soccer, you were shocked, hell even to say that you were shocked was an understatement. Like your boyfriend who just stays in front of his computer all day looking at striker's stats and slurping on his ramen is actually Noa Noel's, like Yoichi said "rival"?? And it came from noa's own mouth too. So of course you would pester him about it, "hon, someone told me you were a soccer player before." "hmm? yeah yeah" your boyfriend who obviously did not understand you, replied. "wait. what? where did you hear that from?" he looked up from his computer finally processing what you just said. "uhhh... Isagi and Noa, is it true though? is it true?", "no need to worry about that, past is past." he answered vaguely, but that's all you needed to know because that means that he's admitting that he once played soccer. "woahhh, my boyfriend was actually the world's best striker's rival?? baby come over here let me cuddle you pleaseee 🥺" you told him looking amazed. "eh come on it's not that amazing, but sure I'll cuddle you. I'll be the big spoon though."

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When I saw this in the manga I knew I had to write cuz like??? Ego was actually noa's rival? or should I say "brothers in arm" was that it? Hope you enjoyed even °^° requests are open btw!

[sardonic-the-writer]

━"How To Summon A Demon For Dummies"

━Tw: Slight flash warning for the gif separator

Summary:

The supernatural wasnt real. Magic was a cheep party trick; all smoke and mirrors to con people out of their money. Demons were a myth created by parents to scare little kids into eating their vegetables.

That's what (Y/n) thought. Untill they were caught up with a demon of their own, who dead set on getting his way.

━Notes: The beginning of something dark

━Song: "Empty Hallways" By Steve Gabry

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

(Y/n)s fingers hurt.

The fact that someone was leaning over their shoulder munching on some brand name chips didn't make this research any easier.

For the past half hour the free-lance artist had been silently typing away at an old keyboard clogged with food crumbs and flecks of paper. Using their life long friends computer wouldn't normally be their first choice, but seeing as they had stayed longer into the night than planned it looked like (Y/n) didn't have a say in it.

They cringed lightly as Alex swallowed a mouth full of food right next to their ear; presumably to ask a question.

"Remind me exactly why you're using Wikipedia of all places to look up whatever the hell this is." (Y/n) didn't have to look up to know that her muddy blue eyes were staring at what they were typing into the computer.

"It's a commission." They responded shortly. Alex raised an eyebrow waiting for them to go on.

"I got a dm on discord. Someone wants me to do a full body of their oc or whatever and I had to do some research on what species their oc was." (Y/n) continued, clicking on the enter button as they finished their sentence and scanning the results that came up. "No other websites had information on what I was looking for so I turned to Wikipedia."

Alex snorted and backed up. Heading to her messy couch, she flopped on it and snatched the remote.

"Ah yes. Wikipedia. The place where weirdos and crazies hang out. Should be perfect for you." She said all of this in a sardonic voice, pressing some rubber buttons on the remote in her hands to pull up a video. (Y/n) meerly huffed out a slight smile. Playfully flipping them off without looking they retorted.

"Just becuase I became an artist instead of starting a tattoo shop with you doesn't make me a weirdo."

"It was our dream job though (Y/nnnnn)!" Alex whined. They just chuckled and scoured the shitty website more as she surfed the internet.

(Y/n) heard Alex let out a small gasp of excitement as well as say something along the lines of 'he uploaded!' Only after they heard the loud and sadly familliar words 'top of the mornin to ye laddies!' did a groan escape their lips.

"Really Alex? This guy again? All you watch anymore is him. Hell you even drink the coffee he sells, and you hate coffee." With a grumble they added the last part in hopes that their friend would pause the video to argue with them. At least then they could get some work done without the t.v screaming at them from behind. But she meerly shushed them and settled into the stained couch with a giddy grin.

Sighing, they tried to ignore the sounds of a sharp Irish voice from behind and the sound affects of some random video game.

Not but two minutes of listening to that God awful video had passed before they sighed in relief. At least they had found what they were looking for.

"A glitch demon." They read aloud to themself quietly. "An entity that lives and feeds on the internet, often appearing unstable and like its name suggests; a glitch."

As they read more and more, it got less interesting. You could tell this article had been written and edited by someone with less than average vocabulary and it made for a very annoying read. The only part that stuck out was a bolded paragraph in italics, practically begging to be read. Summoning The Entity- was the subtitle that hung over it boldly. That grabbed their attention fairly quick.

The words were forien and complicated to (Y/n)s curious eyes. So much in fact they felt the urge to sound it out as a pathetic attempt to understand it better.

Besides, how real could these things really be.

"Πείτε αυτά τα λόγια και θα ακολουθήσετε. Μόνος σου δεν υπάρχει πλέον δυνατότητα. Παρακολούθησε και ακολουθούσε από οθόνη σε οθόνη. Θα συναντήσεις τη μοίρα σου με μια κραυγή."

It was a strange language. One that they wernt entirely sure was real; not even to mention if they read it right. And while it left them confused, the attention of Alex from behind them had finally been grabbed.

"What are you reading there buddy." She asked with a mix of caution and curiosity. They waved a hand signaling her to come over without taking their eyes off the screen.

"I found what I was looking for." They worked some saliva around in their oddly dry mouth. "The article on glitch demons 'member? Yeah and there was a summoning part. Wanted to see what it sounded like aloud."

Looking away from the screen for the first time in a while to find Alex looking at then with worried eyes, neither adults noticed the glowing white screen fritz out into a green pattern before going back to normal.

The pair proceeded to share a look and have a silent conversation. Alex had always believed in the strange myths that came from the crumpled pages of musty books. (Y/n) was always more of a no nonsense person, dismissing those claims of UFOs and magic as the incoherent ramblings of a crackhead on the street corner.

"It's says here glitch demons, if summoned, can follow someone by electronics kept on one's person (Y/n)."

Alex had turned her attention back to the computer. Reading aloud, their face was set in a grave look that (Y/n) had to resist the urge to roll their eyes at.

"So you're telling me satan's gonna follow me home through me discord." They deadpanned, cutting off their friends words before they could speak again. "Alex you do realize these articles are written by thirteen year olds with an obsession for the paranormal right. This shit is about as real as the ninja turtles you had a crush on in the third grade."

Ignoring the comment made about the fictional vigilantes she had been infatuated with as a child, Alex huffed at (Y/n). She went on a small rant about how this wasn't a laughing manor and that they should be legitimately worried.

(Y/n) managed to calm them down by promising to turn off their phone when they took the bus home that night. It was enough to get her to stop lecturing them, so they took that as a sign to log off the computer and walk to the kitchen.

"Come on. Let's have a drink or two. I think after today we both deserve it."

As the night went on and many glasses were filled to the brim, their phone lay by the computer.

Every once in a while it would glow green.

They woke up with a splitting headache and aching body.

Blinking through an eyeful of crust and bright light, (Y/n) eventually managed to look at their surroundings with a low groan. Everything was sore all over. Like they had jogged twenty miles before getting home last night.

While dirty clothes clung to sweaty skin, they used their elbow to prop their form up on the slightly messy bed. Hair stuck up in every which way as evidence of a good night's sleep.

How exactly did they get home last night? (Y/n) vaugly remembered a lone bus ride home with droopy eyelids and breath that reeked of wiskey. Thanks to their appearance they has gotten their own corner on the bus- no one wanting to sit within three seats of the drunk mess.

Slightly wincing at the memory, they sat up. One thing that stuck around from last night's escapades, besides the clothes on their back, was the aftertaste of hot alcohol in their mouth.

Smacking thier lips together the bleary eyed artist stood up and made a slow beeline out of their room and to the bathroom down the hall. They really had to get out of these clothes.

The shower they indulged themself in didn't take long; nor did the hygienic routine after. Just a simple scrub n brush and they were already strolling back into their room with wet hair feeling ten times better.

While in the shower they had remembered how they neglected to turn off their phone when traveling home last night, but shrugged it off. It was simply to ease Alex's mind anyways, and if she didn't remember the promise what was the harm in ignoring it.

A towel rested upon their barely clothed shoulders when they approached their bed, catching any stray droplets that dared fall from tangled locks. Closing their eyes to ruffle the damp mess of hair, their ears perked up.

It was quiet.

Way too quiet.

(Y/n) brought their movements to a still so they could look around. They hadn't noticed it in their slightly hungover haze, but it seemed that the power was out.

Fans had stopped running their usual white noise, something that hit them hard in the midst of the summers morning. That was the first thing they noticed.

Then it was the black face of their monitor staring back at them.

With a string of small 'shit shit shit shit shit shit's making its way from their lips, they scrambled over to their drawing tablet. As an artist that worked from home doing odd jobs here and there, all of their work was on that goddamn computer. And if they didn't save every last piece of art- well you could kiss that much needed cash goodbye.

After pressing down on the power button hard enough to leave an imprint of the companys logo on their thumb, (Y/n) waited with an anxious demeanor for it to start up.

The feeling that coursed through them after seeing the start up screen beginning to run its usual course was akin to coming up for air in a pool.

If I'm being honest though I think the thing that threw them off was the small green hello that popped up instead of a lockscreen.

(Y/n) blinked once. You could argue it was from the water droplets that were still cascading down their face, but more realistically it was becuase of the five small neon letters looking at them

I think what put them off more was the fact it seemed to be waiting for a response.

With much trepidation, they typed back.

h̷e̴l̵l̸o̵

what's this

n̴o̸ ̴n̷e̸e̴h̷d̸ ̶t̸a̵ ̷b̶e̶ ̷s̴o̸ ̴h̸a̶r̴s̶h̸ ̸d̷o̸l̶l̶

Furrowing their brows together slightly at the weird way of typing, the questioned this unknown stranger about it.

what's with the font

ā̶̹c��͔̒c̶̡̾͂��ȩ̸̮̾n̵̟͆t̷̫̲̓

who are you

i̷m̶m̸a̸ ̵b̷i̶t̷ ̵h̷u̶r̵t̴ ̴y̵e̷ ̵d̴o̴n̸'̷ ̸r̴e̷h̵m̷e̶m̴b̸e̸r̷ ̴m̸e̶.̶ ̴y̸a̸ ̶d̵i̸d̵ ̶c̵a̶l̴l̴ ̷f̶e̴r̶ ̷m̴e̶ ̴a̶f̷t̷e̴h̴r̶ ̸a̶l̵l̵ ̷(̵y̸/̶n̸)̷ ̷

how do you know my name

The past few minutes of pure silence was interested by (Y/n) clutching the end of their work desk so hard they heard a shrill creak. Despite audible proof of the strain on the furniture they didn't let up untill the three dots behind 'they are typing' ceased to a hault.

c̶u̸t̶e̷.̴ ̷i̸l̴l̶ ̷c̶a̷t̵c̵h̸ ̴y̸e̷ ̸a̶r̵o̴u̷n̴ ̸l̷a̵s̸s̷.̷ ̸y̴o̸u̴l̴l̶ ̷s̷e̴e̷ ̶m̵e̶h̶ ̶s̵o̶o̵n̸ ̶e̷n̶o̸u̸g̷h̵ ̸

And with that the screen resumed to its normal state. Seconds later the power came back on with it.

Despite the regular noise of their everyday life starting back up again (Y/n) didn't move. They just kept staring wide eyed at their screen as if something was about to jump out of it.

"Well fuck. Maybe those crackheads are right."

Finally done. This took like five hours. You bastards better like it /lh