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Burnin' For You
Lusty Joker x Reader tw job interview, fire, popcorn, shopping. word count: basically 2k requested by @omegaflowey18 !! thank you for your patience mwah
You dug through your closet, trying to find your most professional outfit. You had a huge job interview lined up tomorrow afternoon. Not exactly your dream career, but definitely something that would help you get there. None of your clothes seemed up to par, but you figured you had to have something in here that would suffice. A few nice shirts and dress pants had been tossed haphazardly around your room, some on your bed, some on your office chair. Just as you begin to match up tops with bottoms, the blaring of the fire alarm disrupts you. After letting out a groan, you peek your head out of your room. The stove wasn’t on fire, that was good, and you couldn’t smell any smoke. Nothing seems out of the ordinary in your apartment. Maybe it’s just a drill. You gather your keys and make your way outside. As you do, sirens ring out in the distance. That’s a little concerning…
Upon reaching the ground floor, you see other tenants vacating the building, chatting to each other. You overhear the discussion; apparently there really was a fire in one of the fourth floor apartments. You step onto the grass and gaze up at the building, blocking the sun with your hand. Sure enough, dark smoke was rolling out of one of the apartment windows. Panic begins to overtake you, and you look away from the scene.
Some time had passed, and the fire had been contained. The cause was determined as an electrical fire. Fortunately, no-one was harmed. Unfortunately, this meant that none of the tenants could return to their rooms, as all the wiring in the building had to be checked.
You place your palms on your forehead as you pace back and forth. Why today of all days? The most important day of your career so far? Before you worried about that, you needed to find housing for the next 24 hours. There was only one person you could think of. You dial his number and hold your phone up to your ear. It barely rang once before you heard his familiar voice through the speaker.
“Hello, my dear!” Lusty spoke in a sing-song tone. “What a pleasant surprise to hear from you!”
“Hi Lusty.” You say, smiling at his greeting. “Listen, I need to ask for a favor.”
“Ooh, a favor? What could it be?”
“I know it’s a lot to ask, and you can totally say no,” You glance over your shoulder towards the apartment building, “Could I crash at your place for the night? There was–”
“Yes!” He eagerly cut you off. “What time will you be over?”
—
A half-hour goes by before you arrive at Lusty’s doorstep. You ring the doorbell and wait about two seconds before it swings open.
Lusty appears in the doorway, a large grin on his face. “Hi.” He says.
You laugh at his expression, stepping into the apartment. “Hi.”
You take your shoes off and set them in their usual spot before getting comfortable in your usual spot on the couch. You sigh, rubbing your eyes. “Thank you for letting me come over.”
Lusty was in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of water. “Anytime. Why did you need to vacate in the first place?”
You relayed the fate that befelled the fourth floor apartment. “I know it’s selfish, but I’m really upset. My interview is tomorrow... My clothes are going to smell like smoke. I probably won’t even be able to make it into my apartment before tomorrow afternoon, what am I supposed to do?”
Lusty walks over to the couch and hands you a glass, frowning at you. “Why don’t we go shopping?”
You take a sip of the water, something you desperately needed. “I don’t know... I really don’t have the money right now…”
“I’ll pay.” He says, taking a seat and crossing his legs. “It’ll be fun. We haven’t gone out in so long.”
“No.” You shake your head. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to!” He insists, leaning towards you. “Come on, come on.” He says, raising his pitch with each word and clasping his hands together.
You can’t help but laugh at his display. “Alright, fine.”
He grins and stands up, setting his water on the coffee table. “Okay! Let’s go!”
“Wha– Right now!?”
“Why not?”
You couldn’t argue with that…
–
Shopping with Lusty was always a little unpredictable. He would always choose the most random shops and buy the most random things and put them in the most random places in his house. An “Outhouse” sign that hung above the stairs to the basement, a creepy Santa figurine hiding in his medicine cabinet, and a large goose statue that sat in the corner of the living room that he sometimes adorned with little hats. Anytime you questioned his purchases, his response was always the same. “It’s a statement piece.”
Today was different, though. He holds the door open for you as you enter a small clothing shop. There was quiet music playing, and the store was mostly empty aside from a few customers near the dressing rooms.
Lusty beelines for the office wear, plucking shirts off the racks in a somewhat frantic manner.
“Hey, relax!” You say as you hurry over to him. “I only need one outfit.”
“Well, sure.” He continues stacking shirts over his arm. “But we have to find the best one. How can we do that if you don’t try them all?” He looks at you. “Hmm?”
It was very difficult to say no to him when he smiled at you like that…
After trying what felt like the entire store’s stock on, you finally decide on the winning outfit. The two of you check out and exit the store.
“I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.” You assure him, watching as he digs through the bag.
“You already did!” He replies, taking the receipt out and throwing it in a nearby trash can.
“Hey! I needed that…” You peer into the trash can, but the receipt is already long gone.
“Watching you model clothes for an hour was more than enough. What a treat!”
You shake your head and cross your arms. “Really? That’s enough for you?”
He stops walking and turns back to you, a strange look in his eyes. “Oh yes.” His tone is lower than normal, and the way he’s looking at you makes your heart leap in your chest.
“Okay.” You manage to squeak out. You should be used to his behavior by now… But it always seemed to catch you off guard.
His demeanor changes as he smiles sweetly, then holds his elbow out. You link your arm around his, and begin the walk back to his apartment.
When you arrive, Lusty sets the bag on the dining room table and begins digging around in one of his cupboards. “Movie night?” He asks, not looking at you. “I’ll get the popcorn started if you want to pick one.”
“Oh, sure!” You answer. Lusty had a large collection of DVDs that you often watched together. He swore that eventually you would get through them all, which may have been true if he didn’t keep buying more…
You browse the DVDs beneath the TV until you find one you haven’t heard of. Just by the cover, you can tell that it’s a romantic comedy from the early 2000s. You hold it up for Lusty’s approval.
Setting the popcorn bowl onto the coffee table, he reaches his arm out, taking the case from you. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen this one.” He flips it over to read the back, then pops it open and feeds it into the DVD player. He returns to his seat on the couch, and pats the seat next to him.
You join him, and snack on popcorn as the movie begins. After an hour and a half, the credits roll.
“What did you think?” You ask, glancing at Lusty for his thoughts on the movie's ending. You were met with quiet snoring, Lusty's head comfortably resting on a throw pillow. After laughing at him for falling asleep, you carefully retrieve the remote from his grasp and turn off the TV. You take one of the fleece blankets off the back of the couch and drape it over Lusty, then get some well-deserved rest yourself.
—
The next morning, you awake to the sizzle of waffle batter. Lusty always seemed to wake up before you. You yawn and sit up, looking into the kitchen.
He stood behind the counter with one hand on his hip, wearing his “Kiss the Cook” apron, his full attention on the waffle maker in front of him. That is, until he spots you.
“Good morning, my dear.” He says. “Sorry for falling asleep during the movie. You wore me out last night.”
You raise your eyebrows at his comment but choose to ignore it. “No problem. They got together in the end, can you believe it?”
“I can’t.” He replies. “In a rom-com? Unheard of.”
You make your way into the kitchen and sit down in your usual seat. Lusty quickly plates a waffle for you, then pours you a glass of juice and sets both on your place mat.
“Enjoy!”
You eat together, chatting about nothing in particular. You look at the novelty clock hanging next to the pantry, and suddenly begin to panic again.
“My interview!” You say, standing up. “I need to start getting ready!”
You hurry to the bathroom to freshen up, retrieving your overnight back from under the sink. Lusty had kept one for you for situations just like this. It stored your toothbrush and other various toiletries. After you finish, you swing the door open, ready to hurry to the kitchen for your new clothes, but you stop. Leaning against the wall is Lusty, holding them out for you.
After taking them and shutting the door, you attempt to fight back a smile, but fail. He was so kind to you. What would you do without him? You finish changing, and step out of the bathroom once more.
Lusty is still standing there, and you see him straighten up as he sees you. For the first time in his life, he’s silent.
“Um, what do you think?” You ask, still holding onto the doorknob.
“I think,” He says, eyeing you up and down. “Well… I–” He quietly laughs, cutting himself off. “You look great.”
You shyly mumble a ‘thank you’ before he walks towards the door. You follow, pulling your shoes on. You turn to him.
“Thank you so much, seriously. For everything.” You say, facing him.
“I would do anything for you.” He replies, staring right at you. The sincerity in his voice has your heart pounding again. It seemed like an odd thing for him to say, but somehow perfectly fitting at the same time. You didn’t want to think about it too much right now.
“Well, I’ll be off then,” You open the front door.
“Oh, before you go!” He grabs your hand, stopping you right before you step through the threshold. You turn around to look at him, glancing from his eyes to his hand.
“Good luck with your interview.” He says.
You smile as you meet his eyes again. “Thank you.”
He gently lets your hand slip out of his, his touch lingering long after. After taking a deep breath, you turn around quickly and set off.
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BLOG UPDATE 2
ok so i know this is nothingburger-levels of importance BUT a few things
i'm turning requests off for the foreseeable future bc i am overwhelmed LOL um DON'T WORRY if u submitted a request i'm gonna get it done. but i'm accepting no more. ty for understanding
all nsfw fics will only be posted to ao3 now because it just makes me more comfortable to only have them over there idk lol :>
starting next week i will have waayy more time on my hands so expect more fics then!!! yippee i'm so excited!!
ok thanks see ya later!
hi guys i'm SORRY i have the worst task paralysis of all time over balatro x reader fanfiction what is happening to meeee.....
anyway new tomodachi life tomorrow... guaranteed to give me endless fic ideas... I'M GONNA LOCK IN I PROMISE...!!!!!!!!!
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THANK YOU ALL for your super kind words on ao3 and in my asks it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside MWAH
some ppl have seen my latest fic on ao3 and i was hesitant to post it here because tbh i did not want to subject people casually browsing the #balatro tag to it so i'm going to post it here sometime today using only the #balatro x reader tag bc i feel like that makes the most sense 🩷 and all other fics of that nature will be tagged the same
i will be leaving for vacation TOMORROW 😰 so fics MIGHT be delayed a little but i can probably get some writing in.. somewhere somehow..
to the lovely person who left a request THANK YOU i will be brainstorming (haha) ideas for it but again it might be about a week before i can get it out i'm sorry!!
thank u again! 🩷
part 1...?
So Real
Jokers x Reader no joker specified but it's all of them ok, self-aware, pining (again), gn reader. word count: 350
Some of the Joker’s favorite moments with you were when you were distracted. You had left the game open on your computer as you left to go get a drink, or you played on your phone as you talked to your friend, constantly glancing away from the screen. Something else would take your attention away, but these moments made it all seem so real to them.
They got to see you for who you were, with all your little quirks. Being on a call with your friends, chatting about who knows what... Your Jokers overhear your conversations and what you find funny. Your back-and-forths provide constant entertainment to those in your run. It’s a good thing you take a few moments to return to your game, because your team needs time to mentally recover after witnessing you toss your head back and burst out laughing.
Pausing your run for a moment to do something on your second monitor or device, whether it be looking something up, playing music, responding to a message, or even calculating if your hand would score enough points to win. The Jokers had all the time in the world to observe you and get to know you a little bit more. The concentrated expression or small smile on your face captivates them. They wouldn’t want to look away, even for a second.
There were also moments you would wish they wouldn’t be able to see... Like when you spill water all over yourself as you attempt to take a drink, or drop something and hit your head on your desk as you go to pick it up. Even though it’s embarrassing to you, the Jokers think it’s cute. Well, some of them laugh at you. But it’s out of love, of course.
These small moments with you meant everything to your Jokers. Spending time with you like this makes them feel emotions that linger long after you exit the game for the day. What else is there to do in the Joker collection other than think about you? They always look forward to making even more memories when they see you next.
ao3 link :) this was so tough to write TBH i tried to make it as general as i could so if it’s awkward in some places SORRY (sweatdroop). totally embarrassed myself in front of chicot the other day because my friend said smthn very funny in vc and i spit water all over the place. anyway let me know who ur fav jokers are and maybe i’ll write more about them!
new fic is coming along great
Roommates with Jimbo
Jimbo x(?) Reader kind of domestic fluff KINDAA? nothing super romantic happens tho, gn reader, jimbo is a little annoying. word count: 1k
You trudge up the stairs, digging your housekeys out of your pocket. After a long day filled with minor inconveniences and irritating people, all you wanted to do was get home and relax. You insert the key, turn it, and then try to pull it out. It stays stuck. You let out a groan, grab it with both hands, continue to pull. When it still doesn’t budge, you begin to wiggle it around to try and loosen it. You let go and toss your hands up in frustration when the door swings open.
Jimbo, your roommate, is standing there, left hand on the door, right hand holding an ice cream cone. “Hey.” He said, glancing from you to the doorknob. “You alright out here?”
You step into the apartment and toss your bag on the ground. “No. Stupid key got stuck again.”
He reaches out and swiftly removes the key from the lock, then tosses it at you. You fail to catch it, and have to pick it up off the floor. You drop it into the key holder by the door and start to take off your shoes before letting out a frustrated huff.
“Can you like, put these away?” You say harshly, kicking a pair of cowboy boots aside to make room to stand. “I’ve never even seen you wear those. Why are they out here?”
“Where else would they be?” He replies, licking his ice cream.
“I dunno, in your room? In the closet? Wherever they were before they were here?”
He doesn’t reply, only stares at the boots for a moment before walking away.
You glare at him before putting your shoes on the shoe rack, then heading to your room. Something stops you on the way.
“Hey,” You call out.
Jimbo pokes his head out from the kitchen. “Yeah?” He walks over to investigate. There’s a spilled bag of popcorn in the hallway, which he sheepishly begins to pick up with his free hand.
“Uh, my bad.”
“Why didn’t you clean it up earlier? Why do you need me to tell you to pick up after yourself?”
“I forgot–”
“Whatever.” You enter your room and set your bag down in its usual spot before changing into more comfortable clothing. When you exit, the popcorn has been picked up. As you stroll to the kitchen, you feel the tension in your shoulders relax as the comfort of your small apartment overtakes the stress of the day. Jimbo is sitting by the window, finishing his last bit of ice cream. You stand before the fridge and hold your hand out to open it before something catches your attention.
A piece of yellow lined paper is attached to the door. It says To Do at the top in familiar handwriting. You read it over. Jog. Oil change. Karate. Eat candy. Ruminate? You pull it off the fridge and turn to him.
“What’s this?”
He raises his eyebrow at you. “What does it look like?”
You roll your eyes. “Obviously I know what it is. Why is it on the fridge? Oil change? You don’t have a car. And what are you ruminating? That seems like a weird thing to put on a to-do list.”
“Maybe I bought a car. And I think it’s a perfectly normal thing to put on a list. Maybe you should ruminate more. Maybe that’s the difference between you and I.”
“Bought a car? With what money?” You stick the piece of paper back onto the fridge. “Also, the proper grammar would be ‘you and me’.”
“See, I would know that if I ruminated. Which is why it’s on my list.”
“So did you do any of these things?” You gesture to the note before opening the fridge, digging around for your drink.
“Well.. no. Not yet. But I will.”
You push old leftovers and various condiments out of the way to retrieve the drink you bought at the gas station the day before. Thankfully, it was still there. Jimbo got on your nerves frequently, but at least he was decent enough to leave your snacks alone.
After opening and taking a sip of your drink, you navigate to your favorite spot in the whole apartment: your side of the couch.
You toss your legs up, taking up most of the couch as you do, and cross your ankles. You rest your elbow on the couch’s arm and sigh, letting your eyes droop shut after a moment. You don’t intend to fall asleep, but sinking into the comfortable pillows makes it easy to drift off.
“Hey,” Jimbo’s voice pulls you out of your almost-nap. You open your eyes slightly to see him standing in front of you, holding his hand out. “You’re going to drop this.”
He carefully takes your drink from your grasp and sets it on the coffee table, then sits down on the other side of the couch. You don’t reply, just observe as he mirrors your sitting position, his legs gently touching yours. He pulls his phone out and stares at it intently.
He had this habit of playing online poker. When he talked about it, you could never tell if he was betting real money or game currency, or maybe both? As long as he paid his rent on time, you couldn’t really complain much.
As annoying as he could be, you two were friends. Obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t have agreed when he asked if he could move in with you. But rent had been going up, so finding someone to share it with had been beneficial for you too. All things considered, he was a great roommate.
After this reflection, the guilt of yelling at him when you got home began to eat away at you. “Sorry for being stern with you earlier.” You offer, facing him.
He raises his eyebrow as he peers at you from over his phone. “It’s okay. I get it. I get annoyed too.” He fiddled on his phone for a moment before clarifying, “Not.. at you, specifically. Just in general.”
You keep your gaze on him for a few moments longer, but the conversation has already ended. Jimbo is back to his gambling. You reach forward and take another sip of your drink before closing your eyes again.
hii!! AO3 link here. i think i’m planning on making this a continuous story! this isn’t specifically written to be the ben starr jimbo but it can be if you want it to be :) i tried my best with his dialogue and even replayed the balatro tutorial to try to get more of his personality but he really does not offer much, ooh so mysterious… more stuff coming soon!!!
me when baron shows up
Dreaming of You
Baseball Card (Balatro) x Reader self-aware, pining, gn reader. word count: 550
He didn’t mind waiting for you. There were times where you were very frequent, launching Balatro multiple times a day, multiple days in a row. There were times when you got busy. Life gets in the way. He wouldn’t see you for weeks or maybe months. It didn’t bother him. It gave him time to think.
He recalls the first day you met, a new discovery in the Shop. He synergized well with your other Jokers, and it didn’t hurt that buying him for a cool $8 allowed your Joker collection to expand. His design was appealing to you as well. A little guy with a baseball bat buffing your other Jokers; a team player. He was endearing to you. You were endearing to him.
The way you would get excited to see him in the Shop, even though it was Ante 2 and you hadn’t come across an uncommon Joker worth purchasing yet. Or the opposite, watching as you debate on which Joker to sell for him in the later Antes, even though there were more optimal Jokers to choose to guarantee you victory at the end of Ante 8.
The shared joy between the two of you after beating the Showdown Boss Blind, the disappointment at the defeat screen, the frustration as the one card you needed refused to be drawn from the deck, the occasional celebration when Wheel of Fortune actually hit, especially if it applied to him. He liked being there for you.
Of course, there were times when you would play and weren’t fortunate enough to come across him. These were always a little sad, as you did miss his presence in your run. In these instances, he supported you from your Joker collection, watching you play and cheering you on.
As he waited, he wondered what you got up to when you weren’t playing. He got glimpses into your life occasionally, mostly from what he could see in the background or from the conversations you had as you were playing. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop… but sometimes he couldn’t help it.
He loved the sound of your voice. When you quietly spoke to yourself about Joker positions, strategizing what tarot cards to use, expressing your frustration over lack of econ, and criticizing yourself for making a mistake. He especially liked it when you complimented him. A simple “Good job, Baseball Card” was all it took for him to beam with pride.
Most of the other Jokers were aware of the relationship the two of you had. It was pretty routine for them to prepare themselves to be sold once Baseball Card appeared in the Shop, or not selected from a Buffoon Pack if he was in it as well. They didn’t mind though; they all cared about you (to a certain degree) and as long as you were enjoying yourself, so were they.
When you finally return to Balatro, he’s waiting patiently. When you excitedly lay eyes on him in the Joker collection, he’s smiling back at you. There is no need for him to tell you how he feels. Mostly because he doesn’t have that luxury like Jimbo does. But also because the appreciation shared between the two of you is felt just by spending time together. He will wait for as long as it takes.
Also posted to AO3. I will be posting more Balatro x reader stuff with various jokers so stay tuned <3 if you have a request feel free to send it in as well!!