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#and it was just her FANGIRLING over him DYING

birdclowns · 1 year

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"she knows me" evan buckley you are not saying that with your whole ass chest to the man whose couch you fell asleep on after two seconds and the only person you genuinely talked about your death experience with

strike him down with lightning again this man needs another reset

#turn him off turn him back on #maybe he'll get some sense knocked back into him #911 #911 fox #911 spoilers #im going to smack him they talked for all of one coffee date #and it was just her FANGIRLING over him DYING #get it together buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #<- they should kiss #i talk #6x15

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 4 months

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“I’m a big fan” || Tom Blyth x singer!reader

GIFs by me :)

Summary: in which after Tom reveals that he is a big fan of you, especially after you’re a part of soundtrack of tbosas, you and Tom are caught being awfully close to each other a few weeks after.

Warnings: fem!reader

Wc: 643

A/n: Sorry I haven't uploaded a tom blyth x singer!reader fic in abit! I've got another one sitting in my drafts that I need to finish :)

Tom Blyth x singer!reader au masterlist

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“Tom and Hunter on…. Y/n Abrams’ Hunger Games single” “So good. It's so good,” Tom says immediately. Hunter squeals, throwing her hands up in the air.

"I love Y/n Abrams," Hunter fangirls, a huge smile plastered on her face. "Yeah, I'm a big fan of her honestly. I hope I get to meet her someday," Tom has never mentioned you on the internet before.

Truthfully, he has always been a fan of your music since you first released your first album and has stayed a loyal fan. He would be lying if he said he didn't have a crush on you, I mean who wouldn't, you are Y/n Abrams.

So when he saw your post on instagram announcing that you were going to be a part of tbosas soundtrack with 'Can't catch me now' Tom was absolutely fangirling

Of course you were familiar with Tom but the two of you have yet to meet. You remember seeing him on screen for the first time when your sister had Billy the Kid playing on your tv at home, and you were hooked.

You understood why the girlies were head over heels for Tom, he was crazy attractive, a gentleman, and an absolute sweetheart. When you saw the interview that mentioned him, you were dying to meet him as well.

Little did he know that you would be attending the LA premiere for the tbosas and would see him for sure. “Y/n, any one in particular your excited to see today?” A woman asks as she directs her mic at you.

“Uh- yeah actually, I’m excited to finally meet Tom!” You couldn’t help but feel the corners of your mouth rise. “Really? Well I interviewed just a couple moments ago and he said the same with you!” Your eyes slightly widen as your eyes look around.

“I think he’s over there,” The woman points to the other side as you thank her before making your way that way. You were whisked into another interview before you could go any further.

As you were talking, you felt a hand on your shoulder as you jump. “Shit-“ “Sorry-“ You turn your head and was pleasantly surprised seeing those pair of blue eyes stare straight back at you. "Tom!" Your smile widens as you grip his biceps, his hands politely gripping your waist.

"Y/n! Finally we meet!" He chuckles as you could feel the rumble coming from his chest. "It's so lovely to meet you," You pull him in for a hug, all the while the camera still focused on the two of you. All though the two of you just met, you felt so comfortable around him, and he felt the exact same way.

"I'm such a big fan, Y/n," He says against the side of your head, his hand rubbing your back before you pull back. "Oh stop, I'm such a big fan of you too, Tom!" You exclaim before you remember you were still mid interview. "Oh! I'm so sorry," You sheepishly smile at the girl who laughed.

"Sorry, It's my fault for interrupting you. I'll see you soon?" Tom butts in, his arm around your shoulder as he pulls you into his chest. It didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable the way the two of you interacted with each other, it was more natural and familiar.

"Yeah of course, I'll see you then," You look up at him, you nearly stopped breathing at how close he was to you. "Bye, darling," He bids you goodbye as you watch his tall figure leaving. "No way the two of you met just then," The young woman asked, shock evident in her tone.

A breathy laugh escapes your lips, "Yep, it feel's like I've known him my entire life!" "It looked like it!" The woman exclaims as the two of you laugh.

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seravphs · 10 months

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — IDOL! GOJO x ROCKSTAR! FEM READER

Gojo loves the untouchable. You’re an off limits rockstar who thinks he’s an idiot. The only thing he can do is take that as a challenge, right?

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tags — non detailed mention of idol industry EDs, pride and prejudice type energy tbh, reader is a little superior about being in a rock band and not “selling out”, Gojo has an annoying habit of pointing out their hypocrisy, sneaking around because you’re public figures, nsfw jokes, minor nongraphic blood

Gojo’s not your usual type. He’s too pretty for that, with those long lashes like a doll’s. They’re stark against his pale skin when he flirts with you, peering alluringly at you through half closed eyes like the cheap tricks that get his fangirls to scream will work on you.

He’s too easy to break for your taste, but from what you hear on Twitter, that’s why people like him. There’s something charming about the gap in his image that draws people in. People are dying for a taste of vulnerability because he's so cocky, but it's easy to make him beg.

There’s a million clips all over the internet of the moments he’s caught off guard, carefully hoarded instances in his career where a genuine embarrassed flush comes over his cheekbones, made into gifs and Tik Toks and YouTube videos.

That’s not your thing.

You like people with tough hearts and tougher reputations. People who could take the beating of public opinion without a flinch, not some soft spoken idol who needs his management to hold his hand through an apology. You like your fans, but they know their limit with you.

It’s not love, not like with an idol. It would never be, you made sure of it. You’d quit before you ever issued an apology for dating someone.

You hate to be a stereotype almost as much as you hate the idea of becoming a pushover, but you’ve dated a string of bad boy exes who were all exactly what you would expect for the lead singer of a rock band. A little rough around the edges, dark and smoldering. Men who would wear your red lipstick marks like a badge of honor. People who had never even heard of something like an idol image.

Maybe that’s why no one saw it coming. You were safe, established. Gojo was out of your usual pitch.

It’s too bad for the fans that you’ve always been a bit of a daredevil. Trying new things has never scared you. You’ve always been willing to test your limits to find the gold in the muck. That’s how you grow.

That’s how you ended up here, sitting thigh to thigh with the boy wonder of the idol industry.

“Aren’t you playing a dangerous game here?” You ask as he nudges even closer to you, far beyond what you’re sure his fans will permit. You’ve heard horror stories about the lengths people will go to if they see their idols even look at someone of the opposite gender.

“Why, you scared?”

“You wish. You’re the idol here. It’s your reputation on the line.”

He smiles at you, saccharine sweet. “I don’t like letting other people control me.”

That earns your begrudging respect, even if his bony knee is knocking into yours. He’s so lanky it makes you a touch concerned. Shoko’s girlfriend is an idol, and she’s constantly sneaking her food under her manager’s notice.

That’s another reason why you could never be an idol. Letting someone else dictate your life like that sounds like hell. It was hard enough to convince you to be here in the first place.

Your band doesn’t do promotion, least of all you. It’s all homegrown talent and homegrown fans, but you’re in stasis. Your growth has plateaued. Like all artists, you’re beholden to bills to pay to keep the music going. You’re big enough to know when you have to make sacrifices.

It’s nothing personal. That’s just the industry, from pop stars to idols to bands like you. If nothing else, you all share the solidarity of giving anything for the music. You just think you have a harder limit for anything than idols do.

The host kicks off the segment before you have time to do further analysis.

“Welcome back to Hot or Not, the variety show where we pit your favorite internet heartthrobs against each other! Please welcome today’s guests - they may not be the duo you expect!”

The camera pans to you and Gojo. His smile is instant, soft and natural, as real as if he were genuinely overjoyed to be here. You have to give him props for that, at least. He’s good at his job.

As soon as the camera pans to you, his expression flickers and returns to bored disinterest. He yawns, his teeth pearly white. Veneers, maybe. His tongue flicks around the sharp tip of one canine, his smirk nearly fanged. There’s the feature he’s so famous for, the one that has him edited into cat reaction memes all across the internet. Kitty Gojo and his kitten fangs.

He’s a grown man. You think you’d jump off a building before you let your teenage girl fans put cat ears on you and coo at you.

To each their own, you guess. Gojo didn’t seem that perturbed by it. To be fair, he didn’t seem perturbed by anything.

“Let’s start with Gojo! Remember, if you don’t feel like answering a question, we’ll put you in a surprise challenge with your partner.”

“Sure,” he says easily. “I’m an open book.”

“Let’s start easy. What’s your favorite song off your new album, Blue Spring?”

Gojo makes a face. “Pass.”

“Sorry, maybe you didn’t understand the question-“

“No, I got it. That’s boring,” he says. “Give me the challenge.”

You’re amused despite yourself, and fighting not to let it show. There’s the troublesome personality you’ve heard so much about. He wouldn’t be half so popular if he wasn’t so pretty, but that attitude and that face made for a dangerous combination.

The host is trying to salvage the situation with an easygoing laugh. Backstage, you hear someone mutter, “Gojo is gojo-ing again.”

It’s all so funny until you realize he’s dragging you into his mess as they set up the challenge.

Your host explains the rules too quickly for you to catch in their entirety, but it’s something along the lines of a staring contest. You’re supposed to do everything in your power to make the other lose a straight face, with words or actions.

“Are you allowed to do this?” You joke as they start strapping the electrodes on you to measure your heart rate.

“What do you mean?” Gojo’s mussing his hair up so he looks more artistically roguish.

“You know, just being an idol and all. I figured you wouldn’t be able to do things like this without your fangirls jumping on you.”

“Ah,” he says, scooting his chair closer to you. You’re knee to knee as they finish the last details of fiddling with machine. “You’re one of those types?”

“And that means?”

“You think I’m an idiot because I’m an idol.”

“I didn’t say that,” you protest, watching the monitor to make sure your heart rate isn’t jumping with your words. It’s just a game, but you’re competitive.

“No, but you’re thinking it. What else? Maybe you think idols are also soulless grifters?”

You wince. It’s not that you think so terribly of idols, per se, you just understand and recognize their need to please their company. They’re products before they’re people.

“I got it right, huh?” He’s pleased with himself.

“Am I wrong?” You retort. “You’re really going to tell me you love singing your overproduced pop music for the tween girls who will buy anything you put out as long as you’re pretty enough?”

“Aren’t you here too? Lot of talk for someone who’s sitting right next to the sellout. You know what they say about birds of a feather…”

It’s all in a whisper, so no one else hears - or sees your startled reaction to find out the pampered show dog has a little bite in him. You could retaliate, but if you’re being honest?

This makes you respect him more.

He’s right, anyway. You did sell out by being on this show.

The machine beeps. He smiles, slow and sweet - or at least it would be if you didn’t already know there was an edge to it. “I win.”

“Wow!” You’ve never found the host more annoying. “That got heated at the end, didn’t it, folks? Do you mind sharing what Gojo said?”

You smile at the camera in a way that feels more like you’re beating your teeth. “It’s a secret.”

You’re not mad at him. If anything, you’re impressed. The person you’re really disappointed with is yourself.

So he’s not what he thought you were. So he challenged your biased preconceptions on idols. So what?

It doesn’t mean anything, but you can’t get him out of your head.

The rest of the show is an easy and welcome distraction from your inner turmoil over the possibility of maybe potentially tolerating an idol. Throwing out witty answers and being neck to neck with Gojo in winning mini games is much preferable to having to experience emotions. It’s only when it’s over that the problems start.

You watch as he gets up, biting your lip and debating to yourself. It’s only when he’s halfway out the door that you make your decision. You’ve always been a do or die kind of girl.

“Hey. Want to get dinner?”

You just want to make sure he’s eating. No other reason.

His manager frowns behind him.

“We’re in a weird spot,” he says. “The only thing around are convenience stores.”

“That’s fine,” you say. “We can get instant ramen.”

“I’ve never had instant noodles,” Gojo says.

“Seriously?”

“No, not seriously,” he scoffs. “Just what kind of lives do you think we lead?”

“Deprived ones,” you toss over your shoulder as you lead him towards your monster of a customized car.

“Oh, no,” his manager is beginning, but Gojo is already sliding comfortably into the passenger seat. His poor manager looks nervously at you as you turn the keys. “Are you sure that thing is safe?”

“Don’t worry,” you tell him. “If this thing crashes, I’m in here too.”

You don’t think that reassures him, but your own manager will handle it. You pull out of the parking space and head for the road.

Gojo’s impatient. He tries the handle almost before you’re done parking. You’re like that too - always ready to move. This time, you’re one step ahead. You lock the door before he can leave. He gives you a startled look and glances outside again, clearly weighing his options.

“Relax,” you say. “I’m not a crazed fan. Put these on before we attract an actual stalker of yours.”

You toss him a hat, sunglasses, and a mask. You’ve started keeping them in your car ever since you’ve been hanging out with Shoko and her girlfriend, who was famous enough to get recognized in the street for her autograph. He wrinkles his nose but obediently puts them on.

It doesn’t do much to hide his overall air of Gojo-ness. He steps into the store like he owns it, which he very well could.

The steam rises from your bowls and coats Gojo’s sunglasses. You’re surprised he can see inside, but he has no trouble navigating. He tells you he has 20/20 vision.

One thing leads to another and suddenly he’s bragging about his perfect grades when he attended school. He’s a natural genius, which isn’t really a surprise.

“I thought you were supposed to be a bad boy,” you tease. His glasses are slipping down his nose. You reach out to push them back up before anyone notices. His eyes are rather remarkable, after all. Anyone would be able to tell who he was at a glance.

“Me?” He gives a choked laugh. It sounds nice. You’ve haven’t heard it before, not during the show. He was more polished then. The ways in which he rebels against being an idol show up unexpectedly. “Nah. That’s all Getou. He’s the one with a hidden face. You wouldn’t believe what he’s like when the cameras are off.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you,” you joke.

“I’m serious,” he whines. “I’m pretty sheltered. Grew up rich, you know?”

Who doesn’t know? The Gojo name is pretty famous. One of the biggest conglomerates in the entire world, it broke major news outlets when the heir chose to be an idol instead of the next president.

He’s always been in the public eye, but kept separate like art at a museum. You have a nasty tendency of wanting to ruin things that you’ve been purposefully warned away from. It’s sort of a thing of yours, a bad habit you haven’t put too much effort into breaking. The more impermissible something is, the more likely you are to try, like a cat knocking a glass of water off a table.

Corruptible isn’t the exact right word, but it’s what comes to mind. You want to mess him up a little. Put your grubby rockstar hands on him and leave smears behind so his fangirls see his tainted reputation. You don’t, of course. It’s just a passing thought that you wouldn’t risk actually jeopardizing his career for.

It would just be nice to see him live a little more freely.

The temptation clears with the last of your noodles disappearing into your mouth. There are things that are off limits for both of you. Those are just the sacrifices you’ve made for your dreams. That’s all there is to it.

It’s so good you sigh at the loss of it, mourning your empty bowl. Gojo’s almost done himself. The minute he finished his noodles, he lets out a breath to mirror yours, then laughs once he catches himself.

“Come on,” you say. “Let’s get you home.”

You think that’s the end of it. There’s no reason to go any further. You met an idol and he obliterated your previously held prejudices. You’ll never meet again.

That’s not quite how it works out.

When your manager offers you another chance to see Gojo, it’s nonchalant. “Remember that idol you were partnered with on that variety show? I know you don’t like those types, but you seemed to tolerate him well enough. There’s another-“

A yes flies out of your mouth so quickly it’s embarrassing.

Your manager pauses. His eyes narrow. “Didn’t expect you to be so eager, but okay.”

Your face burns with embarrassment. This isn’t like you at all. Even with your exes, you had been cool and level headed. Always the prize, never the one to give chase.

He’s interesting, you try to rationalize it to yourself. You like interesting. Life was mind numbing without a kick, and he was the latest thrill. It didn’t mean anything more.

It’s another variety show. Apparently the two of you had been so popular as a pair that they wanted more.

Gojo’s in the makeup chair when you arrive. The artist is scolding him for blinking while she applies his mascara. He’s whining about his dry eyes.

“Don’t be a baby,” you say, dropping into the chair next to him.

“But that’s what I’m best at!”

“You’re so weird,” you laugh.

The makeup artist groans. “Please don’t encourage him.”

Only Gojo would take that as encouragement. He rolls his eyes and receives a light swat across the shoulder for his troubles. You play around on your phone while you wait for her to be free, but soon grow bored. Instead, you watch her swipe powder across Gojo’s face and dab cream onto the apples of his cheeks.

“Stop staring,” he says.

“How do you know I’m staring? Your eyes are closed.”

“I can feel it.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

“You’re such a bad liar,” he says, and you know he’s just messing around at this point because you’re an incredible liar. It’s your best quality.

Falling into banter with Gojo is as easy as breathing. It’s no trouble at all to replicate it on the show. From the shadow, your manager gives you a double thumbs up. Dork.

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that you’re doing this to drum up popularity for your tour. You’re not the only one having trouble. Gojo pulls you aside after filming wraps up to give you his personal number on the phone he’s not supposed to have.

At night, you get an alert that you’ve received something from Gojo. It’s not a message. It’s a notification that you can save three tickets to your digital wallet.

A speech bubble pops up.

Come to my concert, he says. I got you VIP seats.

Gojo’s impressed you, but you still don’t know about the rest of his band. You’re not sure you want to watch pretty men lip sync and grind on the stage for two hours, but when you tell Shoko, she offers to bring Utahime. That’s conveniently three, so you might as well.

VIP seats don’t include backstage, so you’re surprised when security comes to retrieve you. There’s no backstage pass for this concert, actually, confusing you all the more.

Shoko flaps her hand dismissively at you, encouraging you on. By her side, Utahime is trying to feed her snacks. Satisfied that they’re comfortable, you follow the guard to Gojo’s dressing room. He leaves you there without a word.

After five minutes of waiting for something to happen, you knock. Instantly, Gojo’s voice invites you in.

He’s sitting in front of the dresser, fiddling with his earrings. You’ve noticed seven piercings in total - three on his right lobe, two on his left, and one conch on either side. Before you knew him, you would’ve been surprised an idol would be allowed to get so many. Now you know he bends the rules whenever he’s able.

“Pass me that?” You hand him the disinfectant. “Thanks. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Then why’d you send me tickets?”

“Thought my roguish good looks and natural charm would win you over,” he says with a smile that says he’s only half joking.

“You’re insufferable,” you say as you bat his hands away from his ear. “Let me do that.”

His hair is soft as cygnet down as you brush it behind his ear. There’s something innocent about his expression like this, watching him from above. His eyes are closed, breaths soft and even as he waits for you.

The silver pools in your hand as you thread it through his ear, a waterfall released when it hooks on. He wears a lot of silver, you’ve noticed. His stylists favor colors that should wash him out but only make him look more angelic. Pale blue silk trims his form, encrusted with embellishments to make him look prince-like. There are sparkles in the inner corner of his eye, soft blush on his cheekbones to make him look sweet.

He’s anything but when his eyelids flutter open and he notices you watching. A smile almost cruel tugs at his lips. His hand reaches for you as if-

There’s a knock on his door for the last curtain call.

“That’s me.” He stands up, brushing his lap off without a trace of anything other than professionalism. He’ll leave you wondering what he was going to do. It’s terrible how good he is at this, though you suppose it’s his job to leave people wanting more. “Keep an eye out for me on stage, will you?”

It’s hard not to. Your eyes are polarized to him. Even when something else catches your attention, like fireworks or confetti, he pulls it back. Greedy, that one.

You’re not the only one. The crowd lives for him. There’s something electric about him on stage. He naturally draws attention with that height and attitude and face, but what happens when he’s performing is inexplicable. You’d call it a religious experience if you believed in a god.

Fate has never factored into your life, but now you’re starting to consider worship. Gojo performs like he was born to be an idol.

Keep an eye out for me, he says, as if you’d have any trouble. You’ll dream about him tonight. The way his mouth fits so sensuously over the words of a love song snags your thoughts like a fishhook. Sick desires run through your blood, each more depraved than the last.

You want to watch him shed his beautiful silk skin for you, become nothing more than man again. You must retract your prior confession. There’s no longing for the altar in you, only a love of sacrilege.

Gojo asks for coffee easily, as if you’re two normal people and not celebrities with a lot to lose if you were caught together. You can’t let him outdo you, so you agree. These are the reasons why your manager curses your recklessness. Shoko calls it bravery, when she’s feeling sweet on you.

The second message comes a second later.

Gojo Satoru 11:25 I only said it to see if you’d agree Here’s my address lol can’t believe you said yes Attachment

You think he gives his address out too freely for a man worth 30 million. The feeling only intensifies as you get out of your car and thank your driver. His gates are pearly instead of the standard matte black, a stark declaration of wealth. He’s practically asking for an incident to happen.

Security buzzes you in. Someone in a white dress - an honest to god maid - leads you to a mini kitchen where Gojo’s waiting. His hair is wet and dripping down his back where his powder blue shirt is darkened to a navy. You thought you had gotten used to overblown displays of money after your first three years in the music industry. Clearly, you were mistaken.

He looks up as you enter, reading a trashy tabloid as he stirs whipped cream into a tall glass of something that looks more like a sugary heart attack than coffee.

You’ve never seen his bare face, you realize. Even that moment when you had walked in on him and the makeup artist, he had been nearly done. He looks practically the same without makeup. People with genetic good looks like him only need to enhance their appearance the tiniest amount.

What really strikes you is how earnest he looks, soft and open-hearted, though that might be because you’ve caught him in his home. This is what you wanted - him without his skin on, naked and without pretense. He’s wearing cotton pajamas and white slippers.

“I thought you’d come later,” he says. “Sorry I got started without you. I was feeling something sweet.”

“I’m early, though?”

“I’m always late,” he says with a one shouldered shrug. “Thought you might be too. Guess you’re not my perfect girl after all, huh?”

You shove his arm off the armrest of his chair to perch on it, ignoring the perfectly good chair across from him. This is better, anyway, easier to talk to him. “Don’t be absurd. I’m everyone’s dream girl.”

Gojo chuckles. “I like confident women.”

There’s been a question on your mind for a while. You knew his group was popular, but all this? Maybe you should’ve become an idol after all.

“Where’s the rest of your band? I thought idols shared rooms.”

“Some do,” he says. “Not so much when you make it big. But this is my family home, so none of that applies.”

Gojo Satoru of the Gojo conglomerate. How had you forgotten? It shouldn’t be so easy to ignore something like that.

Gojo shifts the conversation easily, but you notice. So he doesn’t like the connection, then. “How was the concert?”

“Don’t fish for compliments,” you say, stealing a sip of his drink before it reaches his mouth. It’s too sweet for anyone’s standards. You spit it back into the cup. He takes it from you, eyes it consideringly, and takes a sip anyways.

Your mouth drops. “You’re so gross.”

“Only for you, baby,” he moans, humor like a teenage boy. “Call me names again.”

You roll your eyes at him.

“It’s fine, it’s just saliva. Now tell me the truth. You couldn’t take your eyes off me, could you?”

They’d probably sooner pop out of your head and roll away than leave the sight of him, but you can’t tell him that after all you’ve said about idols. Instead, you push off your seat to go rummage through his cabinets. He has a fully stocked coffee cart in this room and the very latest espresso machine, all to choose his diabetic monstrosity instead.

“You don’t need to respond,” he says cheerfully. “Your silence tells me everything I need to know.”

“Do you think you know me that well?” You shoot back. His fridge is so big you think you could fit into it. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’ve registered that he’s moved from his seat as well, and now stands just behind you.

“Of course I know you,” he says. “I understood you the moment we met.”

“You’re very confident,” you note.

You have a weakness for confident men.

“So you liked my concert. Can I come to yours?”

You imagine Gojo in a mosh pit for a second. It sends you into a laughing fit while he stands there, bemused. You can’t shake the incongruous picture of him, with his face like a carefully crafted porcelain doll, getting rowdy and wild with your fans. Ridiculous. Never in a million years.

“We don’t have VIP seats,” you warn him.

“So?”

“So it can get dangerous.”

“Aw, you do care about me.”

“I care about the fat lawsuit your company’s going to send me when their moneymaker breaks his leg at my concert. It’s not happening.”

“You scared?”

“No, but maybe you should be.”

“Come on,” he says. When had he gotten so close? It’s distracting. “I know you’ll take care of me.”

Gojo had invited you to his concert. It’s only right to return the favor. An idea starts forming in your head, though you’re not sure it’s a good one. You tell him anyway.

Usually when soundcheck is over, you have a little bit of downtime to relax backstage. You’re expecting someone tonight, however.

A rough knock on the door announces Satoru Gojo, spoken in your security guard’s rough voice. Well, he really introduces him as pretty boy idol, but you can guess who it is.

He looks discomfited, a rare occurrence, as he closes the door behind him.

“What’s with you?”

“You’ve got groupies,” he says, looking rattled.

You fight a smile.

“Don’t laugh,” he pouts. “They’re insane. One of them tried to chase me here.”

You can’t help yourself. A giggle bursts out of you. When he tries to leave, you pin his hand to the handle and coo reassurances at him so he won’t.

When you head out the door, he surprises you by grabbing your hand. It’s as nonchalant as anything he does, so you rise to the challenge he sets by refusing to react to it. You only separate once you reach the stairs; him to the spot you’ve made for him behind the barricade, you to the stage.

This is one of your favorite venues, moody and atmospheric. The lights are dimmed to your preferred setting, but your eyes adjust quickly. Your crowd is restless tonight, shifting on their feet as whispers follow raucous laughter through the crowd. Noise on noise, the way you like it.

The wood of the floor is a little sticky beneath your boots as you walk. That’s history gumming the soles of your shoes, generations of artists before you. You’re starting to feel it now, the electric thrum of pure joy in your blood.

Shoko is strumming light tunes on her guitar to warm up, her eyes closed. You hope she doesn’t take it too hard that Utahime couldn’t make it tonight, though you know if she’s upset, she’ll channel into her music.

The crowd settles as the hour draws closer. Shoko’s fingers are liquid now, running through chords effortlessly. You wrap the cord of the microphone around your hands, letting the tension build mindlessly. A stage is like home to you. The crowd plays in the palm of your hand, energy ebbing and flowing as you will it.

It starts with a guitar solo from Shoko. By then, the crowd is already burning with excitement. The first burst of sound from the speakers has them roaring, cheering even though there’s no lyrics to it. The smallest smile touches her lips as she plays to the crowd, showing off exactly why she’s lead guitar for the greatest band in the world right now.

You step in on her heels, your voice rising over the music. Back before you knew how this felt, you almost quit singing, annoyed by the sound you were forced into. This is more your tempo. The almost guttural curl to the ends of your words, the rasp of your hoarse voice - this is beautiful to you.

The crowd is yours. Anything that goes on is within your jurisdiction, higher than any judge or god. You notice everything in your realm.

People are starting to move now, their bodies falling victim to the music. Their mouthes form the vowels and consonants of the lyrics as their bodies shudder and jerk, chained to the rhythm. Bodies ricochet off each other, love taps of respect for your aggressive voice, soaring above it all.

In the corner, there’s a violent eye of a storm. You think it’s a particularly enthusiastic dancer - perhaps a circle is about to form - before you realize what’s actually going on.

A fight is breaking out. You catch a glimpse of snow white hair, realize it’s near the barricade, and your stomach drops.

It’s Gojo and another man, ignoring the security guard trying to separate them. You try to stay professional and play through it, but then you see red.

Gojo’s hand flies to his face, his nose dripping with crimson. He doesn’t look any more injured than that, but you’re angry enough to step in now. Shoko stops as soon as you hold your hand out, the music veering into a screeching crash.

“You, in the black tee!” You realize you should’ve been more specific when what looks like the entire crowd looks down at their equally black shirts. “No, the one that just punched Gojo Satoru. Yeah, you, asshole! No fighting at my gigs! Especially not my guests!”

He had the audacity to yell back. “I was just showing him a warm welcome!”

You climb off the stage. Gojo didn’t show any fear while he got hit, but there’s concern in his eyes now as you drop to the ground by him.

“Wait,” he says, “wait, wait. I don’t think you should-“

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap, pushing him behind you until his back hits the stage. “Let me handle this.”

You get in the man’s face. His eyes are bloodshot - drunk, probably. “Who do you think you are, starting shit at my shows?”

“You’ve sold out,” he slurs. Definitely drunk. “He doesn’t belong here.”

“You don’t get to tell me who can or can’t come to my goddamn show,” you snarl, vicious and low. “Get out.”

“You can’t-“

“Get out before I make them drag you out.”

When he doesn’t move, you motion security over. “Does anyone else have any complaints?”

The crowd is eerily silent for something that was moving like a beast with one mouth before, singing in unison. You clamber back on stage, turning around to grab Gojo’s hand.

“What?” He says.

“Up. Now.” Your tone brooks no argument. You haul him up with you. He stands awkwardly as you drag him towards your mic stand, your arm slung around his shoulder. There’s still blood on his face.

“Gojo Satoru is a very dear friend of mine,” you announce into the mic. You see the confused looks in the crowd. Even Shoko seems wary. This wasn’t on the schedule. “If you're a real rock fan, you'd know that music is more than genre. I get it! I didn’t think idols were anything more than corporate shills either-“

“Harsh,” he whispers under his breath, unable to control himself even now.

“But he proved me wrong. He’s a real performer, just like I am, and I expect the same respect for him that you give to me.”

This is your crowd. They listen. Someone whistles.

You sit Gojo down, right by your feet. He gives you a bemused smile as the concert starts again, you moving around him like one of your props. He spends most of the concert lounging back, watching you through half lidded eyes.

It might’ve been enough excitement for one night, but you’ve always been the type to push your boundaries. When the idea springs into your head, you act on impulse, not giving yourself too much time to think about it as you pull Gojo to his feet.

You’re really manhandling him tonight, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s only a little startled as you pull the mic away from your face to get into his space.

You misjudged the distance. Your forehead knocks into his, just enough to sting, but not really hurt. “Do you want to try something?” Your voice is a whisper to not get picked up by the mic.

“Give it to me,” he says, and his smile is a bloody thing.

When you angle the mic towards him, you’re careful about not hitting him this time.

His voice works surprisingly well for rock. You weren’t sure he could pull off such a sound change, but he surprises you every time, matching you best for beat.

When he pulls back, your hand snakes into his hair and yanks him towards you and the mic again. He sings wholly at your command, being jerked around by your desires. It’s an inferno on stage, sweat pouring down both your faces. Behind you, the crowd is screaming so loudly it nearly deafens you.

Not a bad encore, you think as you towel off in your dressing room. Shoko left for a cool down with a bottle of ice water right before you, her post concert ritual, but the look she shot you says that you need to talk. You’ll deal with the consequences later.

For now, it’s enough to have Gojo shaking with leftover adrenaline against you as you sit him down in your chair. You press a bottle of ice against his face, watching him shiver. He’s still pretty with all the blood. Prettier, somehow, like some teenage wet dream of a vampire from a young adult novel.

You want to lick the sweat out of the hollow of his collar bones. Instead, you talk to him to rid yourself of your insane thoughts. It’s always a little crazy in your head after a good stage.

“Well?” You demand. “How was it?”

He tilts his head, considering. It makes you nervous. Now that you know how good of a performer he is, it almost feels like a test to receive his judgment.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he says, slowly.

“That good, huh?” You smile, trying to ignore the aching pressure behind your ribcage. You shouldn’t care so much what he thinks. Why does it matter?

“Yeah,” he says. “When are you free? I gotta plan our date.”

“Huh?”

“That was so sexy,” he says. “I was thinking about taking it slow, but I’m not going to last if I wait. I want to date you. I want to marry you.”

He’s starting to worry you. “Did you have a heat stroke or something? That’s really fast. Really, really fast, Gojo.”

“I’ve never been more clearheaded in my life,” he says. You only believe him when the medic clears him of any injuries, even the nose.

“We can talk about marriage later,” you say. “Why don’t you tell me about the date for now?”

Two weeks later, you’re Gojo’s plus one to his first movie premiere. It’s his debut as an actor, and it couldn’t be a better one. He escaped most of the negative pushback that usually comes with transitioning between those two industries, being naturally good at everything. Still, he had worked hard, and you’re proud of him.

It feels like you’re the only one, because the man himself doesn’t even care about his accomplishment. He’s too busy being delighted about hiding in plain sight. The cameras flash at you as you walk across the red carpet, arm in arm with Gojo. Your stylist had coordinated with his. It could almost pass for a couple’s outfits.

“You know,” he says conspiratorially. “When you defended me at the concert, I got hard.”

“I didn’t need to know that.”

“It was really hot.”

“You know there are people who can read lips, right?”

“I wish they would figure out what I’m saying.”

“Alright,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Let’s get inside.”

Dating Gojo is nothing like what you’d expected and everything like you’d expected. He keeps surprising you, doing wild things to get your attention that you never thought an idol would be willing to get their hands dirty with. He might be even more of a daredevil than you are, constantly pushing the boundaries of what you both can get away with before you’re found out.

In a way, it’s almost like you’re asking for it. You’re both straining at the bit to claim each other. It doesn’t come as a surprise when it does happen, then.

“Huh,” Gojo says over ramen. “We got papped.”

Utahime, understandably, freaks. “What? That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah?” You say. “Are the pictures good at least?”

“You know we always look good. Could’ve gotten a better angle, but whatever.”

Utahime’s working herself into a minor tizzy in the corner. “Guys, I need you to be more serious about this. This is bad! This is so bad!”

Shoko looks up from her phone and chips on the couch, lying flat on her stomach. “Hate to agree, but she’s right. What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing,” you shrug. “What’s the point? There’s nothing we can do about it. They have the evidence.”

It had been a good run. Two blissful months of peace and quiet. Sneaking around had been fun, giving you that thrill you loved every time someone failed to recognize you and Gojo behind your stupid sunglasses. Still, it was bound to fail at some point. You’re honestly surprised it lasted for as long as it had. You can’t be mad. Two months is more than you could’ve asked for.

“Well,” Gojo says. “Wee-llll.”

“Spit it out,” Utahime gripes at him.

You take another bite of ramen, content to let them argue without you.

“There is something we could do,” Gojo hedges.

“You’re so annoying,” Shoko says.

“No one thinks you’re funny,” Utahime chimes in.

“Hey! She thinks I’m funny!” Gojo frowns. “Tell them you think I’m funny.”

“Sorry, babe. I never lie to my girls.”

“Whatever,” Gojo sighs. “Guess you don’t want to hear my genius idea then.”

“Don’t be a brat,” you tease, knuckling his head. He loves it when you roughhouse with him.

“What if…” The hesitation is real this time. You can tell the difference between when he’s faking it or not. He’s a good showman, but you know him. You place an encouraging hand on his knee.

“What if we went public first?” He says it all in one breath.

You take a moment, turning the idea over in your head. It would wrest back control of the narrative to your team. Even if you might get backlash, it wouldn’t be at someone else’s hands, beholden to their mercy. You like it.

“Sure,” you say.

Gojo gapes at you. ‘That easy?’ His thoughts are written all over his face.

“Why not?” You offer him one of your easy smiles. “I’ve always wanted to say you were mine, anyway.”

#sera writes #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk x reader

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alevicke · 6 months

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Hii!! I saw requests were open!! I was wondering, if you write for trickster, could you write some headcanons of trickster with a survivor s/o who’s very clingy and cuddly and wants constant cuddles from him? Like she’d even go up to him during a trial and beg him to cuddle with her.

Hi! Thank you for requesting, it's actually the first time in my life someone requests something ^^ i hope you don't mind that I added The Huntress and The Spirit as well because I'm weak for them 💖 I'll use gn reader! Hope you like it 💖

Killer x clingy!reader

Characters: Trickster, The Huntress and The Spirit

No TWs! Or if you think something should be mentioned let me know. Also sorry for the mistakes, English isn't my native language and I have no one to proof read this D:

Trickster:

For this man it really depends how much you know each other or if you're already together (just as with anyone else in reality)

To be fair, he's famous and handsome. He knows already people want to cuddle him, he's well used to crazy fan girls who could do ANYTHING to even get close to him. Cuddling is a FANTASY for them.

But so is for you. Although you see more than the others. When the others think about Trickster they think about the softness of his skin, the sweet voice whispering in their ears, the fingers along their skin... But that's about it, they only see a pretty face to cling onto, a trophy and Trickster knows that

But he always felt something different from you

You didn't look at him like a crazy fangirl who would rip his fingers just to have something from him closer. You were seeing more from him

At first, he would shrug, laugh at you and keep you away using his bat like a long twig to keep the distance. No touchy for people he doesn't know. You could have your fingers dirty with oil from the generators and ruin his amazing skin routine that takes so much time to do

You get closer to him to hug him in a trial? Oh heck no (not yet)

But as time passes and you keep wanting to stay by his side even when he doesn't allow you to touch him, he starts to slowly allow you closer. It's not like suddenly, one day, he will let you hug him, but will slowly allow you to sit closer, some days he will let you grab his hand so you can see his new nail polish, to see his make up that turned amazing today...

And day by day you realize he's way more comfortable around you until he finally wraps his arm around your shoulder, allowing you to cuddle in his chest.

He's warm and sweet once he finally trusts you, he's careful not to mess with your hair and he touches you so gently as if he was scared he could break you

He will start allowing you to hug him, he doesn't mind you doing it if it's not getting in the middle of his routines or similar or if it's a situation when no one can be in danger. He would never forgive himself if you get hurt trying to hug him in a trial or similar so he sets that strict rule. But once everyone is dead in the trial? You're more than welcome between his arms. He's just scared of hurting you. He truly wants to hug you in the trial but it's impossible to do it without it being dangerous for both of you.

Although, he often allows you to be the last survivor so you both can cuddle while he finishes off one of your team mates down

When you hug him he specially loves having your hair closer to him. No matter if it's curly, straight, short, long, blonde, brunettte, black or dyed, he likes your hair a lot and the sweet smell of it.

It's not unusual for him to fall asleep cuddling with you once you both are used to this. He likes to be the big spoon but doesn't mind being the small one every now and then

It takes him more time for him to allow you to pet his hair though. He's still over protective of his hairstyle

THE HUNTRESS:

She's so confused the first time you try to hug her. It doesn't happen out of the blue or else she would completely kill you for touching her when she didn't want to and could only see you as a survivor, but it's still strange

She had a really hard trial. Every now and then, Anna cannot help but let the feelings overwhelm her. She lost her mother long ago and has been alone on her own for so long and while she is strong, god knows that, she is sometimes that scared child that wishes to be hold by someone. It doesn't matter how many muscles she has, it doesn't matter how strong she is nor how tall she is compared to the others. She still has a sweet heart and love to give inside but doesn't know how to

And after a really hard trial with everyone flashing her, breaking pallets in her back even several times, you found her sitting on the ground.

It seemed like the rest had already given up from annoying tf out of her and already escaped. They stole all they could from the map and after basically emptying the flashlight batteries on her, there was nothing else fun to do there, more taking in mind that Anna seemed to had given up

You have been there against her in a few trials already. That wasn't normal. She was always so strong and amazing! You always admired it. Her figure, her muscles and her strength to carry on. Deep down you just wanted to hold onto those muscles and cuddle against her

But you found a defeated Anna and... You still wanted to cuddle her, but in a bit different way

Anna barely looked up when she heard your footsteps. She thought one of the survivors didn't had enough yet. But she was surprised to see you, softly tilting her head. She thought you would have escaped like the others. You were always nice. But you were there still. Did you want to laugh at her as well?

Her jaw almost drops when you lean down to her figure and hug her. You can feel her muscles tense and for a moment you feel scared you fcked up and she would kill you. But you slowly felt her body relax under your embrace

She took you in her arms, sat you on her lap and covered your figure in her embrace. You felt happy you were finally able to get close to the giant woman and she felt happy she finally had someone to hug. Your embrace meant the world to her in that moment

From that time, things between you were different. She was never too hard against you in trials because you weren't mean, but since then, she was always missing shots with you. Oops, she was clumsy that day, haha, right? Oh shit there goes Nea's head, that was so accurate

But no axe against your skin

She loved having you around, feeling your arms trying to embrace her large figure. You could feel her chest puff as she would laugh whenever you tried your best to completely hug her but couldn't.

She had no restrictions. You could hug her whenever and however you wanted. But PLEASE, be careful with her axes! Those are extremely sharp!

Everytime you hugged her and tried to cling onto her, if you are ok, she would happily hold you in her arms and put you on her shoulders. Sometimes she would pick you up bridal style and bring you everywhere until she finds a nice spot to cuddle with you

For quite some time she isn't comfortable taking her mask off. But if you give her enough time and don't pressure her, she will eventually take it off to snuggle with you. She loves pressing her face against you, to feel your warmth and see that she isn't alone anymore

THE SPIRIT

What? You wanted to hug her? Why? Her whole body is covered by broken glass!

She doesn't trust you the first times you try to get close to her. She will always attack, hiss you and push you away. She doesn't want you any closer to her. She has the feeling you're trying a weird trick on her to hurt her. She doesn't know what, but she is so sure no one would want to be closer to her. At least not for something good

But she starts to see little by little that you aren't hurting her and you're being pretty gentle with her. As gentle as you can actually be against a killer trying to kill you. But you seemed sad to have to break pallets on her back and you hissed in pain when you could see the pieces of glass get deeper in her skin with each hit. Like... You felt empathy for her?

She had so many mixed feelings from that. She knew you wanted to get close to her, she knew you weren't hurting her. But she didn't know why? She couldn't understand that someone could appreciate her enough to get closer due to what she went through and what her body had

She doesn't really speak your language so she doesn't even know how to ask you what do you want or what your intentions are. But you realize that every attempt you make to get closer to her is slowly being a bit more succesful than the previous one

Oh, don't think it's gonna take you just a few, no. It's gonna take you probably a lot more than a month or even a few months for her to finally trust you to get closer to her. But patience is the key with her. She has suffered so much even from people closer to her she has struggles trusting

The first time you try to reach her hand, she struggles to keep her physical form. She "glitches" trying to process your action but doesn't move away until you finally grab her hand, carefully, softly. Your thumb caress her cold skin and she barely moves. She's speechless, but feeling someone elses' touch is like a dream for her

She almost melts in your touch, if it wasn't because she can't...

She is ok with you holding her hand pretty often, but the attemps to hug her are way harder. Is not like she doesn't trust you, the opposite, she trusts you and doesn't want to hurt you

Trust me when I say she wishes with her whole soul to hug you and get some comfort cuddling with you, but she is so SCARED to hurt you. It doesn't matter how many times you tell her it's ok because you have medkits and nothing can really go THAT bad down the entitie's eyes. She won't allow a survivor to die outside a trial. But she's still is scared to hurt you

Although, you end up managing to find the best spots to hug her avoiding all her pieces of glass. It's a work between you both but you find several cuddling poses that keep your arms and hands and even your body away from the sharp edges

True, every now and then you hiss in pain feeling a cut. And she still tries to run away when she realizes she has hurt you. But you still manage to calm her down and keep her on your side

She learnt to take care of your wounds in the most soft possible way so cuddles become way more frequent. She's so in love with your hugs !

#x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #huntress x reader #spirit x reader #trickster x reader

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kirisimalove · 6 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Period Comfort

pairing : ̗̀➛sonic the hedgehog x fem!reader, amy rose x fem!reader, platonic! tails x fem!reader, knuckles x fem! reader, shadow the hedgehog x fem! reader, rouge the bat x fem! reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ how they comfort you on your period

warnings ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ fluff, heavy cursing, shadow being a scary cat to comfort you, protective behavior, sugar mommy rouge

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “I know the pain.” This woman already spoils your ass a lot. Seeing you down on your month just makes her want to go into sugar mommy mode. She’ll give you sass on how you should not be sad. So she doesn’t let it slide and you both go on a shopping spree. More like robbing. She didn’t pay for shit. Rouge is a kind of woman who will spoil you to death. She doesn't give a rat's ass. Rogue one time came up to you and was like, “Darling, you ran out,” and pulled out feminine products that you are comfortable in one thing different: it's expensive. She does get busy but will always check on you to see if you're okay after seeing you had cramps one day. She may not admit it but she is worried about you. In her eyes you matter more than her work. You’re lucky to have her as a soulmate. She is gonna give you the most cuddles. She will take you to a fancy dinner as well. This girl just loves you so much. She will cuddle you with heating pads. When you get moody with her she will put you in your place. I mean she is mommy and she doesn't take disrespect. “You should know better.”

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “A What?!” Let's be real fangirls. Your man doesn't know what he’s doing. To be honest he is going to freak out when he sees stained blood on your pants. It doesn't matter if you are friends or not. He doesn't know shit. The only experience he had was with Maria. That’s been 50 years (it is not even confirmed Maria had a period). Even then, he didn’t know what to do. I feel like he will let you cuddle to him for heat and he will just stay silent. He wouldn’t necessarily spoil you but he will bring you some comfort in the things you like. Maybe your favorite snacks or some shit. At least he’s trying. It’s not much but as long as you are getting comfort he is calm. You will have to teach him how to give you affection though. I don’t think he’s affectionate as much but he will try for you. He wants to make you happy. That’s all he cares about. He does not want you to be sad. It makes him uncomfortable. He will probably ask Amy or Rouge for advice about the subject and come out traumatized that you bleed out of your vagina every month but glad it doesn’t hurt just the periods. He will probably steal Rouge’s feminine products and blame it on someone else. He gets a little scared when your mood swings hit. “Please do not yell.” He says one time when you were screaming at him over something stupid.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “That’s normal?!” When he first found out about this it was the blood stain. I mean who wouldn’t notice? He freaks out and would probably just run through the house like a maniac until you do something about it. He runs up to you and makes sure you are alive. You are confused as fuck. You will have to tell him what a period is. He doesn’t know much about girls. Thinks youre dying when you have cramps. He will be dramatic when you get moody with him. Will be a big baby and cry about it. He will not leave your ass alone. It's annoying. He treats you normal even after learning you bleed out of your vagina every month. I mean you said you were fine. His dumb ass took it literally. You are not fine. You are cramping! Normal or not. He will constantly run to Tails for advice (How the hell does an 8 year old know about the female body?) and then he will tell you he made the ideas. It is honestly so cocky but he wants to impress you. I feel like he will just cling to you and it will piss you off. He will most definitely give you the most comfort but it's annoying. He doesn’t know what space is (I feel like every boy doesn’t know what a period is) or what a period is. I mean it makes sense. But he is a sweetheart but dramatic. You most definitely pushed this mf off the bed. “Hey hitting is-...ow!” You throw random objects at him.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “Aww man, do you need help?” Bro probably knows more than me. The 8 year old is a fucking genius. I headcanon him to be like a dork like Donnie from tmnt. Same vibes. Anyways, he is your best friend and wants you to be healthy. Will spam you until you take care of yourself. He will give you so much comfort. You too are platonic besties! He will force you to drink a lot of water and eat a lot of healthy snacks. Does not take no for an answer. He will probably give you baby eyes because he wants to convince you. I mean you are a monster if you say no. How dare you! He will probably inform you on different facts so you know what’s happening with your body. You listen to an 8 year old? Cool. He will most definitely help you track your period if your memory is bad or you just need constant reminders. One time it was one day before your period and he sees signs and pulls out his calendar on you. “Your menstrual cycle starts tomorrow!”

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “Oh dear!” She is such a sweetheart. She will bake you some of your favorite treats! She loves you so much and is so sad seeing you hurt so much. She cries when you get upset with her. She is really sensitive but understands you. She will give you the best cuddles and pull up your favorite game for you both to play. She will let you win if it’s a competitive game. She feels so bad that you hurt so much. One day this sweet bean brings you flowers and your favorite candies and sees you hurt she exclaims. “Oh my!” She gives you kisses all over your cheeks and lips. She does not leave you in pain. She will do anything for you to stop hurting. She will not accept you being sad. You are her love. She loves you too much for you to be sad like this. If you have an emergency and run out of pads she will dash to a local pharmacy and give you everything you need and a plushie.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “What’s that?” You will have to explain in so much detail. He will not know what you mean. He will think you are dying and try to stop the bleeding. You tell him before he pulls off your pants to see the blood. He still doesn’t know what it is. He hears you. He will need time to process. Ask you a bunch of questions. He will probably ask Rouge or Amy for advice (sorry Cream and Blaze you don’t matter). He trusts them to know since they are women. Rouge will tease him so much but will help. Amy being the sweetheart she is, will bake something for you. He comes back with pads/tampons/menstrual cups (whatever you are comfortable in) with Amy’s fresh baked cookies. He also has a smile on his face. He is so sweet. I feel like he will get offended with the sudden mood swings. “Hey watch the attitude!” Something along those lines. He doesn’t like you being an asshole to him. He will comfort you. A few kisses, hugs, and cuddles. Not unless you want something else. He wants nothing more but for you to be happy. He values that. He wants you okay. You are his.

#shadow the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #tails the fox #amy rose x reader #rouge the bat x reader #knuckles the echidna x reader

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Wednesday x reader - secret carer

Hey! I saw you are taking requests for characters from Wednesday and I was wondering if you could write a Wednesday x reader where the reader is sick and how Wednesday would react? Knowing Wednesday’s disposition, I’m curious to see how this would play out. 😂 - @the-aussie-fangirl 💜

Wednesday was smart, she picked up on things nearly immediately, so when you didn’t turn up to your first class she noticed straight away.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Enid whispered.

“How am I supposed to know?” Wednesday replied.

Enid opened her mouth to reply but quickly shut it again, giving a small shrug.

Wednesday thought maybe you just didn’t want to turn up to class, after all, it wasn’t uncommon for you to ditch.

However, when you weren’t seen by lunch she knew you weren’t ditching.

Heading back to her room, she closed the door and looked around.

“Thing?” She called.

The hand didn’t make a noise.

“Thing?!” She hissed.

Finally, he came scurrying from whatever he had hidden himself in and climbed up on to her desk.

Wednesday walked over and leant down.

Thing started to sign, quickly and frantically.

Wednesday nodded her head as she watched him, letting him finish signing before she finally spoke again.

“I see, and they kicked you out of her room?” She asked.

Thing begun to sign once more, this time only for a few seconds.

“I see, okay.”

Wednesday decided to leave the information she had just found out for now.

You were sick, really sick, you wouldn’t even move out of your bed. You didn’t talk to anyone, and the only time you did was to tell thing you leave you alone otherwise you’d throw him out your window.

For the rest of the day Wednesday attended her final classes, and made her way to her room for her writing hour.

“I’m going to visit (Y/N), you wanna come?” Enid beamed.

“No. They’re sick, maybe even contagious or enough to kill someone, as fun as it sounds, I’m busy.”

Enid rolled her eyes and went to your room.

She knocked on the door lightly before entering.

“Hey…” she called.

“Get out…”

Enid sighed, closing the door as she walked in.

She’s been at yours before classes started, and you looked way worse now than you did before.

She got you some water and set it on your bedside.

“I’ll ask Weems if we can go to town and get you some stuff to help. Okay?”

Enid just wanted to hug you, but you made it clear you’d hurt anyone who so much as laid a hand on you while you were in this state.

She sat with you for a few more minutes before she finally left, going to talk to the headmistress.

After her writing session Wednesday decided to carry on with her investigation about the Hyde, so she snuck out of her door, thing hidden in her bag.

Your room was on the ground floor, and as she was creeping by your door she heard what she could only describe as someone hacking their lungs up.

Thing jumped from Wednesdays bag, and pointed to the door.

“No. I’m busy.” She whispered.

Thing pointed again.

“No!” She hissed.

Thing flipped her off and scrabbled at the door, she could hear someone else approaching their door, so before she it caught she dived into your door.

Quietly closing the door, she glared at the hand who appeared proud of himself.

“When we’re out in locking you in the draw.” She hissed.

Wednesday looked around your room.

She hadn’t been in here before, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but this wasn’t it.

It was pretty much bare, you didn’t have much in it, just the standard furniture and that was it.

She knelt by the door and stayed there for a few moments, listening to your raspy breathing.

She could hear you struggling to sit up.

“Fuck… sake…” you grumbled.

You collapsed back into the back, letting out a loud groan as you coughed a few more times.

Wednesday stood up, adjusting her clothes before she walked over to your bed, standing over you.

“You look like you’re dying.”

You looked up at her, scowling a little bit.

“Gee, thanks…” you rasped out.

She looked around, walking to your bathroom, she filed a cup and brought it over, setting it on your nightstand for you.

“Maybe you have the plague, it would be a painful death if you do.”

You didn’t reply, you simply closed your eyes again, breaths coming out in shallow rasps.

“Laying flat won’t help.”

“Can’t… sit up…”

Wednesday nodded her head, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do.

How did you help a sick person?

“I could smother you, you can’t be sick if you’re dead.”

You chuckled a little at that, but soon the laughter turned into coughs, and you rolled over, hiding your face as violent coughed wracked your body.

Wednesday watched you before she turned to thing.

“Watch her.”

He gave a thumbs up and she left.

You rolled back over and thing waved at you.

You drew a breath as you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position and soon you fell asleep.

Wednesday got Tyler to pick her up, never spoke a word and got him to drive her back when she was finished at the town.

She snuck her way back into the building but it didn’t go as planned, weems was stood there waiting.

“Again?” She sighed.

Wednesday said nothing but held up a bag.

“You broke curfew to go shopping?” Weems snapped.

“It’s not for me.”

Weems had to think for a minute before she realised why the gothic girl had snuck out.

She simply gestured for her to go ahead.

“Not a word of this Addams, I’ll only let it go this once.”

Wednesday nodded as she walked back into your room.

Thing was scrolling through your phone while you were fast asleep.

Wednesday walked over, setting the bag down. Going through it, she set some stuff on your nightstand and pulled out a box.

Grabbing one of the patch’s from it, she opened it and carefully lifted your pillow, sticking it on the underside before setting it back down again.

You moved a little and she froze like a deer caught in headlights.

You didn’t wake up and she breathed a sigh of relief, turning to thing.

“Say nothing.”

He gave a thumbs up and signed something.

“She’ll be fine alone.”

He protested and she sighed again.

“Fine, but only only sunrise.”

Wednesday walked over to your desk and sat on the chair there, eyes carefully fixated on you, watching you carefully.

She wasn’t going to tell anyone what she had done, and she was going to make sure thing didn’t either.

By the time you woke up again she planned to be gone, she was disgusted to be showing such softness for someone. But something about it felt wrong.

She felt like she had to watch over you, though she’d much rather cut her own tongue out before she admitted that

#Wednesday #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday x you #Wednesday imagine #Wednesday Addams #Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday Addams imagine

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lutawolf · 8 months

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My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 4

If you haven't read the others, they can be found here.

Ahhh, nothing gets me going like a sub wearing what their Dom picked out. That subtle ownership. Why yes, I do pick out all my husband's clothes except the dreaded work clothes. I refuse to take the blame for those tacky things.

Right off, we can easily see that this is not an M/s situation. The fact that Segasaki is asking Yoh what he wants to do, tells us exactly what we need to know. Yoh is explaining what he is going to do. That is not something a slave would ever even think to do. We can easily tell that he is a subby sub though, cause when Segasaki brings out the Dom, Yoh eases back.

OMG, that chin grab! @bl-bam-beyond pretty please gif that chin grab.

That chin grab with the "No." Ugh, how all my lovely subs doing? Are you still here? Have you been able to finish the show? Or are you stuck here on rewind?

Yoh actually questions Segasaki as to why not. Anybody still thinking Yoh a slave? Cause not to be rude, I can't fix stupid. This boy, a brat. Fuck, this whole scene is really showcasing their dynamic. "But we made a promise." "Tell her that you can't go anymore. Do it. Do you even know why you are in this house." And once again, we're back at the misunderstanding stage.

A fangirl, I see. OMG, this is adorable. Yoh is like, sure. Let's look at the tie of my Dom, bestie.

Yoh calling with Segasaki standing over him. This episode is killing me in the best possible way. Don't revive me! (No! I have not taken my ADHD meds, don't judge me!) "I was ordered to stay home." Hahahaha! Then the ahhhh, after he tells her that he will make it up to her. Letting you know he was likely just punished by Segasaki. Yes, my mind went here.

Then the reward of the head pat, "you did good."

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She showed up to check on him! Woot! Haha, she is about to find out who is boyfriend is. Hahaha. I'm dying. Meanwhile, his boyfriend is like, "guess it's time for a face off." Ya'll I'm not okay. I'm laughing so hard.

And Yoho stepped over a line and got put in his place. But he is too busy having a crisis to care! 🤣🤣🤣 Her face is my favorite.

That effortless lie. He wasn't feeling well. Uh huh. I love these two dumbass friends. I need sake too!!! I'm dying. Shit, I can't breathe through the laughter.

Now it's Yoh's turn to be jealous. Ahh, he got drunk and fell asleep on the floor. The places we find comfortable when we are drunk.

Nope, he doesn't want to go to the bed. I love the outer dialogue we are getting. I really enjoy that we get Yoh's side of things and from his perspective, but this rounds it out a bit for me.

And look at that beautiful smile when Segasaki finds out she's married. "Are you in your rebellious phase." Does this sound familiar to certain people whom I will not mention by name!?! Hmmm! Brats! Stop breaking my heart! Make him stop Segasaki, make him stop!

Fuck, I love these two so much. Everything he is describing is very much a Brat Tamer. Bossy but gentle. Controlling but caring. Charming and unreasonable. Brat Tamer.

The way his squishes Yoh's face! Ahhh, these two are gonna kill me!

"It would be nice if you stayed drunk forever." Because of the honesty. Segasaki likes Yoh's quirks, but he also wants the honesty and the connection.

I need the curry story now! But apparently, I must wait. Heavy sigh.

Hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know in the tags if you did. 💜💜💜 See you next time.

#my personal weatherman #taikan yoho #segasaki x yoh #luta talks my personal weatherman #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia #Youtube

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yellobb · 4 months

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Had book club discussion about Carry On today! Here’s some of the highlights:

People were mostly a big fan of the Magic system. Main criticism about it was that it would sometimes take them out of it, like the snickers spell while ebb is actively dying

There was much discussion over Penny and Baz kidnapping the dog, which was very entertaining to me

One of my managers asked if Agatha was in the rest of the series. I told her “she is, but I don’t think she wants to be”

People loved Baz lol. There was a bit less love for Simon (that’s okay, that’s what I’m there for)

I explained the lore behind Fangirl and why the titles are the way they are. Thoroughly confused some people

Someone had to leave the zoom call halfway through because his neighbors called the cops on his van???? Idk that was just wild

One dude who showed up also didn’t even finish the book yet, which I didn’t find out until partway through, so that was fun

They noted some Harry Potter similarities, but agreed it was a very different book

Number one complaint was that “nothing happened”. They were really interested in the politics of the world, how relationships were formed and were pretty disappointed that a lot of that was exposition

One coworker was confused as to why Nico couldn’t do magic anymore, since they mentioned he used to be able to use Ebb’s staff and honestly I don’t remember the answer, so help here would be great if anyone knows. He should be able to even though they snapped his wand, right?

One coworker was frustrated that Simon lost his magic because he thought that was the most interesting part. I told him that he was not alone in that, since I remember so many people being upset back in the day

Everyone saw the plot twist that the Mage was the bad guy coming. Tbh, I read it so long ago that I can’t remember if I was surprised

Everyone also saw snowbaz coming lol. One guy said “I knew by chapter three that those two would be fucking” (oh just you wait my friend. Soon the issue will be that they’re not fucking)

They found it very entertaining that the endorsement was from Lev Grossman because “The Magicians is the polar opposite of this book”

I brought in Skee’s ABC’s of Carry On, Venessa’s art book, the whole series, Fangirl, Scattered Showers, MRB, and various pins from Selkie and others. Also wore my dragon wing earrings and Kris’ shirt :P I let myself be unhinged about it because this is my time to shine. I also have the Wayward Son poster pack at my desk that I pointed out

Overall reviews are positive. Most people didn’t love it quite like I do, but they enjoyed it well enough. I am lovingly forcing two coworkers to finish out the series because they made the mistake of being my friend lol

One guy’s review was “I liked it and I don’t know why. I hate Harry Potter and stuff like it usually.”

Very happy that this is done though, since I can finally hang back up Kris’ Carry On poster. It has too many spoilers, so I’ve had it on the ground hiding for two months for when people came over 😭 it’s going back in its place of honor next to my TV

#m rambles #the simon snow series #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz

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yanderecrazysie · 4 months

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A request for HCs

What do you think would happen if the Karasuno boys know that reader has like a childish crush on the adults in the court? Like she finds Takeda-sensie to be cute and adorkable or coach Ukai to be cool?

They're not stupid tho, they know that crush isn't gonna go anywhere. But her constant fangirling of either one of them behind doors sometimes gets to them, maybe even plant the idea to she's into older men. And they're unfortunately either a year below them or around her age (maybe she's even a few months older than them). Major blow if she's their close friend who often comes to watch them, and she keeps talking about their teacher/coach crush to them.

Ooooh fun! And I must say, she’s got good taste in adorkable Takeda.

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, mentions of murder, reader is into older men

♡ You’re a fan and part of the cheerleading squad, always coming to the games (big or small), so the team sees you often. Sometimes you even come to practice, just to talk to them and cheer them on.

♡ One by one, all of the Karasuno volleyball players fell for you, despite knowing that you don’t see them as anything more than good players and maybe friends.

♡ Still, it comes as a serious blow to hear that you’ve got a childish crush on Takeda and Ukai. And they hear it straight from the horse’s mouth.

♡ You wax lyrical about how cool Ukai is, with his dyed hair and the piercings he sometimes wears outside of coaching. You practically squeal over the adorable, awkward Takeda.

♡ It hurts even more that you don’t say anything like that to them. Sure, you’ve complimented their volleyball skills, but you’ve never complimented their looks or personalities.

♡ Tsukishima’s the first one to figure out that you might have a thing for older men. That’s a real problem for all of them because, not only are you a third year, but your birthday is even earlier than Daichi’s, Asahi’s, and Sugawara’s.

♡ Daichi is the cool, calm, and collected captain, but even he struggles to come up with a plan. There’s no way they could do something stupid like kill their coach and teacher- besides, Hinata and Asahi could never stomach it.

♡ Tanaka and Nishinoya are the most jealous, vying desperately for your attention but not receiving nearly enough whenever the “cool coach” and “cute teacher” are nearby. And they’re never far away.

♡ Sugawara’s the first one to suggest kidnapping you, but there’s a fight that breaks out over where they would keep you.

♡ Since Daichi’s the captain, they reluctantly agree that he would keep you in his house and the rest would just visit.

♡ They act normally for weeks, gritting their teeth every time you say something like “Isn’t Takeda so adorable?” or “Coach Ukai’s looking hot today!”

♡ Kageyama nearly loses his cool when you confide in him that you desperately wish that one of the two older men would pay you more attention. Sugawara manages to diffuse the situation before Kageyama yells himself hoarse at you.

♡ Hinata’s most excited to kidnap you and Asahi’s the most nervous.

♡ Yamaguchi nearly cries every time you tell him how much you like Ukai and Takeda.

♡ They finally can’t take any more of your obsession with their elders, and they whisk you away.

♡ It’s just too bad if you like older men, because soon enough, you’re surrounded by younger men- and they plan to keep you with them for eternity.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere headcanons

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reivrze · 1 year

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Hey hey heyyyy-

Omg I love ur blog sm 😍-random, ik, but I do rly love it. I love all creators Ngl, the dedication to writing and posting is not something I have 😭.

Anywaysssssss I was wondering if you could do a fanfic/headcannon (u choose) of idol!enhypen and how they would react when their s/o started intensely fangirling over their new concept pics. 99% sure all engenes can relate to that rn 😩.

Oh right….and can I be the 🪷 anon if u do anon claims…?

Thanks smmmmm!

🪷anon

a/n : hiii ! thank you for the kind words, they motivate me so much ♡ ♡. i can definitely relate to ur reqs considering i almost died seeing those concept photos, 100% srs. as for the anon thing, i've put you down as 🪷 anon in my anon list ! anyways, i hope you like the outcome !!

pairing(s): bf!enha/idol!enha × gn!reader genre(s): fluff kinda / headcanons format warning(s): thirsting over enha, this is not proof read, i have no motivation to proof read it, i might do it later

희 ; heeseung would laugh so hard when he learned from your best friend that you were on the floor, having a meltdown after seeing the concept photos. he had begged for her to send pictures. the people around him giving him weird looks after he bursted out laughing in public. he'd find it even funnier after seeing that he was now your new wallpaper.

제 ; jay would feel a little embarrased at his pictures but hearing you being a fangirling mess over him would boost his confidence so much, he'd be so thankful that he has you around to remind him constantly that he is hot, sexy, beautiful, amazing, handsome, attractive, pretty, adorable, captivating, sharp, elegant, stylish, every compliment in the dictionary basically.

크 ; jake would get so happy, like he'd have this sheepish smile when he sees that his phone was getting spammed of you going crazy. he'd call you the minute he was available, he'd be laughing and giggling during the whole 3h of call of you just rambling about hot good he looked in his photos.

성 ; sunghoon would get super confident but also shy? like internally he gets so timid and finds you adorable but on the outside he plays it off as "yeah i'm hot and i know it". it'd be adorable watching him try to keep his cool when inside, he's literally dying from the happiness he gets when he sees you fangirl over him.

선 ; sunoo is stuck in between fanboying over you fangirling and side-eyeing you. he'd probably try to act annoyed but he can't hide the fact that his ears would become all red and his cheeks a pink tint. he'd his face in the crook of your neck out of embarrassement.

정 ; jungwon would feel releived to hear that the pictures came out well and that they're good enough to make you nearly faint. he'd been stressed about if the concept would go well and to hear you rant about how attractive the pictures looked would take weight off his shoulder.

니 ; niki, niki, niki... ah.. this boy would tease you forever, it's a horrible idea to let him know the effect he has on you. he'd film your little meltdown and would never let you live that down. his ego would skyrocket and for the rest of the month, if you ever whined about anything, he'd pull the video out and threaten to send it to his whole contact list.

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multific · 1 year

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Captain John Price x Reader

Summary: When you left on a mission with Simon, things didn’t end as you imagined.

John ran to the infirmary as soon as he got the call.

It was meant to be an easy mission. But is there truly such a thing as an easy mission?

Simon was waiting for him outside.

"Captain, they are checking her."

"What happened?"

"Two shots, she fell from pretty high, possible concussion."

"What happened, Simon?"

"We were done, waiting for the chopper when shots were fired at us. They got her once, she fought back but as she moved to get on the chopper, they shot her again. She blacked out as a result and fell from pretty high. Broke her arm. I killed them all and got her. She is alive, Captain, just-"

"Thank you."

John barged in as the doctor was making his way out.

"One bullet went through, the other got stuck but we got it out, no concussion thankfully, but her arm is broken, and his ankle is twisted. She will live." confirmed the doctor before he left.

John walked over to your bed, sitting down next to it as he grabbed your hand.

This was not what he promised, he promised he would protect you and yet here you were laying on a bed.

"John?" you slightly turned and saw him, offering him a weak smile. "They got me... fuckers."

"Love, I'm glad you are alive." he grabbed your hand and brough it up to his lips, kissing your ring finger. Which was missing your wedding band.

"Yeah, fuckers made me lose my ring as well."

"We will get you another one." but you pouted.

"I really liked that one though. It was the original."

"It is just a ring, our marriage is more than a silver band."

You let out a sigh and the movement made you groan in pain a little.

"I think I am done with missions, John." oh how fucking glad he was to hear that. At least it wasn't him who had to bring it up. "When I was shot and fell, I didn't completely faint. I still heard voices and all I could think about was you. That I would lose everything I ever loved because of a fucking mission and I don't want that. I-I'm done." he nodded, "I know this is a strange time to bring this up, but I think I am ready."

"For what, Love?" he looked at you, confused.

"A baby." John nearly fell off his chair. He told you last year that he wanted to have a kid, to which you said you didn't feel ready just yet, which he understood.

"What made you change your mind, Sweetheart?"

"Nearly dying for God know how many times. I realized I should take a step back. And I think a baby would fit into my life now. B-But I understand if you changed your mind, John."

"I didn't. I never did. I wanted to have a family with you from the moment you said yes when I proposed."

"John, kiss me please, I can't move." with a small smile, you let him lean over and kiss you on the lips.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, John."

You could feel the excitement in the air. You knew you will need to heal first. But you couldn't help and think about him holding your child.

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manicplank · 2 months

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Alright now this one will be dimn but

Head cannons about how they feel about the simps?

hehehehe I like this prompt hehehehehehe

How do they feel about their simps?

Peppino: He's incredibly confused! Who in their right mind would want to [TAUNT SFX] a fat old man like him? He doesn't realize there are people out there that love dad bods. Even without the lust, why are people obsessed with him?? Regardless, he feels a bit honored and flattered.

Gustavo: Oh goodness, people want to do WHAT to him? Hug him and snuggle him? Boy, he would LOVE that! He's so honored that people love him as a person. He feels the love and positivity, and it makes him so happy. By the way, Gustavo, people want to uh... Yeah, never mind.

Mr. Stick: Woah! Ladies, fellas, and theydies* want him, he's shocked! He doesn't necessarily dislike his appearance, but he didn't realize people found him so fine. He totally lets it get to his head. He's just confused as to what a "twink" is. Don't tell him. He can find out on his own.

Pepperman: Finally, he's been recognized for his amazing art. He has a following, his own fan base, and even people making fan art of him. How wonderful! He might flex those muscles just to make them shiver with glee. Oh, how they must worship his greatness!

The Vigilante: WHO ARE ALL YOU PEOPLE??? HE DOESN'T KNOW YOU AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHY PEOPLE ARE DRAWING PICTURES OF HIM!!! Oh wait, he has "simps"? Oh, that's a new term to him, but alright. He thought y'all were angry criminals hunting him down. Well, this old man is flattered that people admire him!

The Noise: Heh, more fans, huh? Well, that explains why NTV ratings suddenly shot up. Let him just show off the goods to his fangirls and fanboys and fan-nonbinaries. (Is there a term for that?) He's such a cocky little bastard. Look, but don't touch! *finger guns* (Seriously, don't touch. He bites. Hard.)

Noisette: WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY ARE THEY SIMPING FOR HER AND HER BOYFRIEND??!?!?!? She is totally fuming! At least over his simps. As for her simps, she's totally flattered! She doesn't understand the hype. She's just a simple little lady trying to run her café.

Fake Peppino: Omg people! Him loves people! Can he eats them? No? Boo. :( He's excited that people want to give him hugs and squishes and pets! Yay!!! If only they would come into Bruno's, he pretty pretty promises that he won't try to bite or eat them!!!

Pizzaface: What? He has what now? Simps? Like the Simpsons? Simpletons? Yes, simpletons. Heh. Of course he's to be worshipped. People love pizza, he could imagine they'd love a flying pizza. He's confused on why they keep saying he's hot. He hadn't been in an oven.

Pizzahead: Yes, of course he has simps. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of that pizza? Ah, to have such loyal fans, he loves it! He's totally flattered and absolutely lets it go to his head. Who would've thought his ego could get any bigger.

Pillar John: Oh, thank God! People want to save him! He's been waiting for so long! Wait, they want to WHAT him??? OHHHH, hug! He thought you said... Nevermind. Please send help! He wants out of this tower without dying!

Gerome: What the [taunt SFX] is a simp? Oh... Heh, neat. He thinks strangers being in love with him is a little strange, but he'll take any love he can get. Lord knows he doesn't get enough of it. Cool. *back to mopping*

** If "theydies" makes anyone uncomfortable pls lmk and I will change it! I thought it was just a silly term that Stick would use to refer to his enby fans.

edited to add that this is what noise considers "showing off the goods" (it wouldn't let me link it)

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #pizzahead #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #mr. stick #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo #pillar john

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tsunderedoctor · 2 years

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My question

I saw your WIP list, the "Katakuri's S/O seeing his violence side" one. May I request Zoro, Law, and Katakuri seeing their S/O's violence side? The mirror version from your WIP list if you don't mind. Thank you and don't forget to take care of yourself!

Thank you, love!! I will do my very best on these!!

He’s quite excited to see your more violent side! He considers you an equal and wants to see what you are capable of! Definitely wants to spar with you sometime too!!

He doesn’t get scared easily and seeing your fiercer side doesn’t scare him. He actually finds a relief to know you can take care of yourself! He doesn’t need another person getting hurt or dying, he wants you to be safe and it reassures him you know how.

However, this comes as a double-edged sword. You know how to take care of yourself, but you’re also now a threat to his enemies and your own. This means you’re a bigger target and more worry for him.

Will go all out when he spars with you, he knows you can handle his demon nature and wants to see what makes you tick and where your limit is.

Hopes the idiot cook pisses you off and you teach him a new one, he thinks it’s hilarious and kind of hot seeing his S/O kick his rival’s ass.

Similar to Zoro, he feels reassured you can handle yourself, just don’t be the type to jump into battle without making a plan, then you will be stressing the man more than helping him.

He probably won’t fight you, even though he knows you could handle him, he still gets worried about hurting you or doing something that could cause your unexpected death. Just because you’re strong and violent, doesn’t mean you’re immortal.

Smirks with pride when you beat an enemy on your own (but deep down he was screaming in his head the whole time about you getting hurt-).

Penguin and Shachi totally don’t fangirl over you and ask for you to teach them cool tricks and love when you ask them for any self defense moves too!

As happy as he is that you can defend yourself, he does worry the World Government and Marines will find you as a threat, so he always cringes when he sees your bounty going up. Just let this poor man rest.

The most shocked out of the three. You are his innocent darling angel, you shouldn’t know how to fight, let alone kick someone’s ass!! This is totally a joke!

Just stares at you in total shock. You could be the most muscular person in the world, more than him, and he will still be convinced you are this pacifist angel who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

If you have a bounty on your head, he starts to understand why. In the meantime he keeps you far away from his mother, he doesn’t want her to get any ideas of controlling you and forcing you to work for her and her crew. Again, you are this baby bird and he is a big bad falcon, must protect!

Please pick this man up bridal style if you can, make him an embarrassed mess!! even if you aren’t the same height as him, just give it a try! He will cover his grumpy face with his scarf and refuse to talk!

Loves when you teach his younger siblings how to defend themselves! He tries to do the same, but his scary demeanor sometimes makes it difficult, but seeing your angelic face with his siblings leaves a small smile on his face!

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ageless-aislynn · 2 months

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Aislynn's Jumble of Random Thinky Thoughts on Halo s2 ep4 "Reach"

SPOILERS, but of course

Cpt Admiral Keyes went out like a total badass. I really do hate to lose him but I'm glad he got a better send-off than he did in the game (Halo: Combat Evolved). Seeing him with a pipe was an awesome little callback to the game, IMO. (Though smoking is bad; don't smoke, kids! 👎😬😉)

The fact that The Powers That Be took Silver Team's Mjolnir with them as they ran like cowards evacuated but abandoned actual Silver Team is the most realistic bureaucratic part of the episode. 🙄

I suspected Louis wasn't going to survive but him losing Danilo and then choosing to make that stand immediately after was both heartbreaking but bittersweet: he couldn't live without his beloved and his sacrifice gave John and Riz a chance to escape but also ensured that he didn't have to live long without his beloved. 💔

My Halo vehicle fangirling was cranked up to 117% 😇 here, with me pausing the show to yell, "WRAITH, IT'S A WRAITH! I love hijacking those things!!!" and then "SCORPION! A SCORPION TANK! Aw, man, I do BUSINESS when I have a Scorpion!" *wistful, lovestruck sigh* 💖 Please imagine my dad's 🤔⁉️ face during all of that, lol! 😇

John, my beloved, and Scorpion tank, my beloved... 😍🤷‍♀️😇😉

I was legit upset that Kai was gone the entire ep, not just 'cause I wanted to see her, of course, but because it seems an awful lot like she abandoned her team and that just doesn't seem like her at all. I know last ep she was very torn and upset about John and not really believing what he was saying, but also not wanting to narc him out, either. When she finds out what happened to Vannak, I think she'll blame herself for not being there and, honestly? I think she should. (Same as she should feel bad about not believing John, evidence to the contrary.) Not saying she could've prevented any of the bad stuff, of course, but she wasn't there when Silver Team desperately needed her and if they don't have her feel guilt over that, then that's really going to be OOC for her, IMO. 😔

And then of course, the "two" of the "one-two punch" from this ep... Vannak, nooooooooo! I was completely not expecting to lose him here but I really should have, considering we're straight up doing a version of Reach's game storyline and, as we all know, Noble Team didn't make it out of the game alive (other than Jun).

And yet still... Vannak! Not when he's just learned to love animal documentaries and feeding the birds! The big guy had so much more living to do!!! 😭😭😭 I'm going to really miss him and I'm going to completely ignore his death in any fanfic I ever again write, I'm just saying. 🤷‍♀️😉

Are we feeling like Soren will be getting a place on Silver Team, at least temporarily?

Okay, so I was a little surprised but in a good way over how hard everything about Keyes hit Halsey. She was genuinely kinda tongue-tied at seeing him, then her absolutely screaming at his death and her sobbing... I wasn't expecting that sort of reaction. She really did love him and I wouldn't have thought that before this episode.

I feel vaguely like John's ex just kidnapped his current girlfriend, lol. Also, I keep staring at Makee, thinking, "Is her hair a different blonde? Is she dying her eyebrows or something?" more than anything else so I really need to get over that, lol! Annnnnd I could kinda ship her with her Arbiter but nobody should be surprised at that 'cause I can ship a character with a mop that has a wig and googly eyes on it if the chemistry feels right to me...

I could also see not-Thel!Arbiter as being a suuuuper jealous boyfriend trying to prove he's better than Makee's ex... *shipper glasses, I has 'em at all times!* 😜😉

Since Makee didn't let her Arbiter (whose name is escaping me at the moment) go ahead and kill John, one wonders if it was because she does still have feelings for him or if she just needs him for some later nefarious purpose. And why does she need Cortana? I'm still wondering if we're going to get some sort of "evil" Cortana ala Halo 5 since her new look reminds me a lot more of her Halo 5 look.

This is a still, not GIF, from Halo s2 Cortana's new look, so you don't wonder why it's not moving. 😉

Halo 5 "evil" Cortana.

And you can see s1 Cortana in the GIF right above all of this.

Annnnd my favorite version of Cortana...

Halo 4 Cortana, whom I imprinted on as my very first Cortana, so this is her definitive look to me, what can I say? 🤷‍♀️😉

And bringing things back to the episode once more, I also had a game fangirling moment when John yelled, "Frag out!" as he lobbed the grenade. My dad soon learned that the marines tend to yell that as they're lobbing frag grenades in the various games, too! 😎

Ooo, and almost forgot John's absolute panic eyes when Keyes called him forward during his inspirational speech, lol. Poor Chief, d'aww! But that was a really great moment to show people that Master Chief isn't a robot, he's a flesh and blood person, and I think that was used to great effect in this moment. 💖

In summary, this episode had me