#oh its been you all along oh shit haha

[hellisharchive]

・﹒・ hypersexual nights

Summary: How various Hazbin and Helluva Boss characters react to a hypersexual reader!

Warnings: 18+, sexual scenarios, Vouyer!Vox, does hypersexual not tell you enough lol just read it

Parings: [Seperate] Saint Peter, Lucifer, Valentino, Adam, Vox, Mammon, and Striker x hypersexual!reader

Notes: HOLY SHIT THIS WAS GONNA BE FOR 300 FOLLOWERS NOW ITS 400 FOLLOWERS! As a celebration, have this! I'm an hypersexual aroace myself so hypersexuals rise up! 💪

﹒Adam﹒

・He would notice how you always were down to fuck, almost every day in fact, how could he not? You've been the only one to truly keep up with him as most other people always had "low" sex drives and wouldn't be in the mood when he was. So you were like a blessing just for him when day after day, you would always be up for sex at any given moment. When you told him you were Hypersexual one day after a good fuck, he just laughed in your face.

・"Hypersexual? You're always horny? Bitch PLEASE I already knew that. You ask for sex like- every day and never shut up about it. That's why I like you so much. You want to be fucked just as much as I want to fuck"

﹒Saint Peter﹒

・He is a pretty innocent soul, he swears occasionally but when it comes to sex? Oh boy. And you? Being hypersexual? You always flirt with him in a suggestive manner, wanting him to just admit that he likes you. He can't help but simultaneously love the attention as the thoughts you always put in his head, but feel so embarrassed and dirty about it. He always seems to short circuit whenever you flirt with him, but he never says no, so you keep doing it. He of course noticed it after the first few times, you being on par with Adam in sexuality, how could he not? But when you admitted that you were hypersexual and he finally understood.

・"Oh? That's why you uh- why you're always flirt with me! Haha...and say those...really uhm...dirty things... Not that I mind of course! I actually uh...kind of like it..."

﹒Lucifer﹒

・He had his suspicions very early on, it was so obvious to notice how you and Angel Dust got along so well with the topic of sex. He also noticed how you always made sex jokes and talked about sex even without the porn star around. And when it came to him? You always seemed to get flustered whenever he flirted with you, always ensuring to make it dirty, and it worked everytime. After you got together, you almost pounced on him, wanting to have sex early on. He didn't mind it, but in fact, wanted it. You then apologized and said you were hypersexual, meaning you couldn't not think about sex constantly. He just laughed and pinned you down on the bed.

・"Oh I know very well, very well. And I will enjoy fulfilling every. Single. Desire. You could ever ask for"

﹒Mammon﹒

・He isn't exactly the smartest tool in the shed, but he knew you were just as greedy as him. Not in the money sense, no, no. But in sex. You haven't yet gotten to that point in your relationship yet, but he could tell you were denying taking the step. Was it because he was a Sin? He didn't know. All he knew is that if you didn't fuck him already, he was going to fuck you first. So he confronted you and you said you were scared of him just using you for sex due to your constant sexual nature. He reassured you that he truly did love you, but couldn't deny that someone just as greedy as him was very nice to have around.

・"Oi! Don't be scared mate! I won't use ya just for sex and toss ya away! I love ya too much for that. But ya know- I'd be down to fuck every single night if that's what you want"

﹒Vox﹒

・He is an interesting case. He isn't the best guy around and loves to spy on you. So, when you act all innocent and sweet around him, yet fuck yourself silly with a stupid toy screaming for him so incredibly often it becomes a pattern? Yeah, you're hiding your sexual nature. Which is odd, but probably so Valentino didn't swoop in to take advantage of you. Instead of talking to you, he let your feelings build and build and let your toy eventually not be enough for you. You finally burst into his office and told him you knew he was watching you while you masturbated. He was taken aback at first, but then laughed as he realized you loved that he watched you.

・"You need the real thing, huh? Was waiting for you to finally say it you dirty little whore"

﹒Valentino﹒

・He noticed immediately as you would constantly flirt with him in a suggestive way and he would flirt back just as hard if not harder. It was so easy to notice, he played into it very hard and took advantage of your very sexual nature. It was easy to get you hooked quickly and you never had to say a thing. He fucked you in every way he could imagine and you loved every second of it. It was a mutual understanding between you two- the thought of telling him that you're hypersexual was laughable in every sense of the idea.

・"Oh baby~ you wanna be fucked into the mattress again? It hasn't even been three hours amore~ you're still horny? I'll make sure you can't walk anymore after~"

﹒Striker﹒

He isn't apposed to sex, he just hates it when people makes jokes about it when he's just trying to do his job. In fact, he loves sex, have you seen the huge statue where his dick is very endowed? That man is full of himself and knows he can fuck good. You started out as a target for him and at first your sexual flirting threw him off his game. But after many failed attempts of cat and mouse, you finally managed to get him to admit that he liked it from your non stop remarks.

・"Ok fine- yer hot and I wanna fuck. Don't look at me like that! Not my fuckin' fault yer always telling me you wanna suck my cock"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #valentino x reader #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #adam x reader #saint peter x reader #striker x reader

[cambion-companion]

Only One Bed

What are we gonna doooo? haha love this trope.

Word count: 950

Aemond x reader | fun and getting tangled up with the prince | no content warnings | pre-relationship which leads to awkward hilarity |no more beds! No other options! What a shame

“You said there are no other accommodations?” You said, looking at the small room and singular bed.

“No, my lady.  It is the festival season; this is the last available room in a thirty-mile radius at least.” The landlord bowed to you and your companion apologetically.

Aemond looked over at you, his eyebrow raised, a slight quirk upon his lips. “We can always keep searching.”

“We’ve been at it for hours, Aemond.”  You shook your head, turning to give the innkeeper several large coins. “Who suggested we come here again?”

“Aegon.”

“Little shit.”

Aemond chuckled, allowing you to enter the bedroom before he followed. “Careful, Y/N, that’s your king you speak of.”

“He’s a royal pain, sending us both here in the middle of the busiest season of the year.”

“You’ll get no argument from me.”  The prince’s eye twinkled as he tried to disguise his mirth.

The both of you settled as best you could within the cold room, there was no fireplace, no space for a wardrobe.  You set your bag at the foot of the rickety looking bed, your gaze falling upon Aemond who lingered by the doorway.

“I will sleep upon the floor.”  He said dutifully, avoiding your gaze.

“Don’t be absurd, Aemond.  It’s freezing.”  You held up a hand as he opened his mouth to protest. “I won’t be hearing an argument.  You are not sleeping on the dirty cold floor.”

“If you insist so vehemently, who am I to decline.”  A small smile pulled its way up Aemond’s face as he removed his overcoat and moved to the bedside.

You slipped under the covers, fully clothed still, pulling the blanket up to your chin for warmth.  Aemond joined you, the size of the bed forcing the two of you to press against one another.

“You’re very warm.”  Despite yourself, you wiggled closer to him.

“Mmm. I have the blood of-.”

“A dragon, yes so I’ve heard.”

“I ride a dragon, have you heard that?”  Aemond teased, his voice low.

“Mmhmm.”

“The largest dragon in Westeros.”

“She is the size of an island, yes.”  

“Vhagar would be more comfortable than this bed.”  Aemond huffed, moving to try and find a comfortable position.

“Less squeaky, too.”  You chuckled, turning onto your side to face him.  Aemond had his eye already closed, his mouth twitched slightly, you noticed he had left his eyepatch on.  “You don’t have to wear that to bed for my sake, you know.”

His violet eye flickered open to meet your gaze. “I would prefer it remain on all the same.”

You lapsed into silence; the candlelight played across Aemond’s relaxed features as he closed his eye once more.  You fought the urge to reach across the small distance that separated your faces to brush a strand of silver hair falling against his long nose.  Your attention was drawn to his lips, curved and slightly parted as he breathed deep.  The dim light flickered along his angular jaw, his high cheekbones and prominent brow.

His lips pursed.  “You’re staring.”

“I was not.”  You guiltily turned your head to face the ceiling as Aemond spoke.

“I could feel the intensity of it, even with my eye shut.”

Your shoulder brushed against his chest as you repositioned onto your back, your cheeks burning.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, my prince.”

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You could hear the steady beating of someone’s heart in your ear, your head rising and falling with their breathing.  Warm arms encircled your waist, your fingers were twisted in long silken hair.  You hummed in contentment, feeling long legs move against your own as he stirred, pulling you tighter against his body instinctively.  As your mind fully regained consciousness you recalled the events of the previous night, sleepy bliss turning to alarm at the dawning realization of how tangled up you were with Aemond.

“Oh, oh no.  I am so sorry.”  You gasped, trying to wriggle free of his grasp.

“Y/N, that’s my arm.”

You tried hurriedly to extricate yourself from him, your legs were so entwined however, that as the two of you struggled like clumsy wrestlers, you pulled Aemond off the bed with you in a shower of twisted sheets and pillows.  Your back made contact with the hard stone floor, the prince’s weight on top of you making it difficult to catch your breath for a couple reasons.  

“Good morning to you too.”  Aemond’s hair tickled your cheek as he propped himself up on his forearms, hovering over your blushing face.  He smirked at your mortified expression. “…It seems we got a little cold last night.”

You let out a strangled laugh, your morning voice groggy.  “Help me up, please.” You moved under him helplessly. “Unless you planned to have me pinned here all day.”

“I could think of worse things.”  Aemond drank in the way your eyes widened and lips parted for a long moment before he relented, rising and helping you to your feet.  “Alas, we have errands to run.”

You had to take a moment to recover, reigning in your swirling emotions, as Aemond prepared to depart.  

He glanced over at you from where he was tugging on a boot. “Are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah…I’m fine, thank you.”  You ran a hand through your tangled hair, picking at the knots. “Only, next time let’s try to not fall off the bed.” Your face blanched as you realized what you’d said. “N-not that there will be a next time.”

Aemond rose, coming to your side and helping untangle a particularly large snarl. “That’s disappointing indeed.”  His hot breath tickled the side of your neck, you could feel his gaze intent upon your profile.  

“In that case, maybe next time we can have a nicer room.”  You chanced a glance at him. His expression was unreadable, but it sent a pleasant tingle from your chest all the way down to your toes.

“Hmm.”  Aemond tilted his head at you slightly, his eye crinkling a smile. “I can arrange that.”

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[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Hi!! I have a small request that can either be in drabble or hc format (it makes no different to me) for a GN!reader that is touch sensitive? Certain textures just give them the ick and leave them overwhelmed. (Think having your flooring be all stone and having to walk on it bumps and all without any breaks or changes in texture. It would get annoying and uncomfortable) So they avoid touch like its the plague when it comes to their neighbors because they sometimes just feel 'gross' in a sense, sometimes to fuzzy, others to scratchy, or sometimes just too alive (*eyes wally*)

Kept it semi-vauge, so you can go ham on your own interpretation of it, hoping to see what you will produce if you find this interesting :]

-🌼

OH REAL. REAL REAL. I’ve got touch based sensory issues myself (along with “contamination anxiety”? Akin to the ‘gross’ part you mentioned HAHA), that shit slaps (as in it slaps me, daily) /neg /lhj !!

Thank you for the request though >:] I hope what I write satisfies!!

Felt Fingers

Welcome Home x GN!Reader with a Touch Sensitive Reader!

Headcanon format, relation(s) are platonic!

When you moved into the sleepy neighbourhood, you had already geared up for your usual “new people routine”.

If they went to touch, you’d curl away— nervously chattering off that you’d prefer to not be. Some understood immediately, others took it personal— grew defensive, and then some were simply confused. You had grown used to the reactions, and you were ready!

…After all, you were meeting.. quite a few new people, quite fast, today!—

You had been taken on a tour of the town by no other than Wally Darling, who— to your unspoken relief— was not the touchy type. At least not with a very new friend. Instead, he held his hands clasped neatly behind his back.

Some of the other neighbours were, though— specifically one by the name of Julie Joyful, the first one you were pulled up to meet.

When Wally acquainted you both to one another, she rushed in for a friendly hug— only to be left confused, head tilted when you back stepped.

Ah, here we go..

You chattered off, nervously tugging at the edge of your sleeve— but she soon perked up, like a light bulb had clicked over her head.

“Ohhh..! Okay!! No worries!” She beamed at you, “I’ll keep that in mind!!- Sorry! Haha-“

Wally watched the interaction silently, also taking note of it.

Next up was Frank Frankly, who wasn’t very far off from Julie. As of current, he was crouched near what seemed to be colourful milkweed, watching a butterfly of some kind intently.

You watched as Wally slid up behind him, not really making any noise before he hummed.

“What’re you up to, Frank..?”

The reaction was immediate, some gruff, garbled spew of confusion quickly followed— before Frank huffed.

Soon, though, you were being introduced. Frank held out his hand for a handshake, and you declined with a weak smile.

He didn’t seem bothered, just nodding and lowering his hand.

Soon, you were moving onto the next person; Howdy Pillar.

As you both walked into the cooled down store, Howdy warmly greeted you from the counter— immediately taking note of you.

“Oh! Hey! Is this th’ new neighbour you were talking about, Wally?”

Upon confirmation, his attention slid to you with a warm smile. He introduced himself, and held out one of his four arms for a shake— leading to another decline.

You watched his head tilt in confusion momentarily before he gave a quick, understanding smile.

“Just not in the mood?” He asked, voice softened— he didn’t seem upset. You simply just explained the boundary, as you had been all day, and he nodded along.

“Alright! Got’cha, neighbour!”

As Wally pulled open the glass door, the little bell hung above going off, Howdy would wish you both “a swell rest of the day!”

And you were off!

For just a moment, before a large, blue dog strolled up.

He was soon introduced to you as Barnaby B. Beagle.

He didn’t reach out for a handshake, instead just sort of giving you a small wave with his large paw, paired with a cheeky grin.

“ ‘ello.” [Hello]

Wally and he seemed to catch up for a moment, before Barnaby somewhat.. patted his head. Wally simply stared, still smiling— and a non-hostile look!.. He just.. didn’t react very much.

And, soon, you were being whisked to the next neighbour; Sally Starlet.

You found her atop a rickety built stage, seemingly warming up her voice— speaking loud and proud, from the chest!

.. Before she noticed you both, of course.

Soon, almost in the blink of an eye, she was in front of both of you— smiling.

“Hello!! Hello!! Is this the new neighbour?” She absolutely beamed as she spoke, to which Wally calmly nodded.

Ecstatically, she’d take your hands in hers— giving them a shake as she began to introduce herself— before Wally cleared his throat.

“They.. don’t like to be touched.”

Ah. Agh. Agagghhhfhh.

You smiled at her, though strained, trying to discretely wipe your hands off on your pants once she had (quite quickly) let your hands go.

Very quickly, she was apologetic— seeming concerned.

“Oh— shoot!- I should’ve asked, first, my bad!!- Are you alright?”

Very quickly things had become a notch more overwhelming, but you’d be fine.. you’d be fine, just had to trudge through..

You nodded, giving her a weak smile and reassuring her you were fine.

Your hands felt tingly, and it felt like she was still squeezing them with the scratchy felt and— auuggjhdhr. hhrhrhrr.

She introduced herself far more calmly, still holding an apologetic smile.

Soon, yet again, you were off— quick to run into what seemed to be the neighbourhood’s mailman!

He gave you a warm, chipper smile as he introduced himself as Eddie Dear, but he was quick to move on.

“It’s a delight to meet you, neighbour, but I gotta get goin’!! Have a good day though, you two!!“

And with that, he was gone! A brief introduction after the one with Sally was a relief, and soon you and Wally were left in silence— walking up to one of the houses this time.

“.. How are you feeling, neighbour?”

His voice lulled through the silence, and you perked up. You answer was pretty curt, but polite! You liked the neighbours, but you were still awfully tired from moving…

“That’s good. Don’t worry, there’s.. just one.. left.”

Though his voice was flat, you could tell it was supposed to be reassurance (or, you at least took it as such) as you nodded.

And, soon, you dawned upon the Final Neighbour; Poppy Partridge!

As Wally knocked on the door, she soon pulled it open— staring down at the both of you with kind eyes.

“Ah.. hello..!! You’re— the new neighbour, I’d take it?”

Her voice held a nervous ring, though friendly! With confirmation, you introduced yourself— and she smiled.

“It’s— it’s a pleasure to meet you, dear..” She then glanced back into her home, before back to you. “I— I made a few treats, for you! If you’d- like one, of course!”

You accepted, might as well, and she soon handed you what seemed to be a few freshly baked cookies wrapped up in cloth. Your hands made brief contact, making you tense again, but her soft, feathery hands didn’t get to you— tttoo badly. You still felt that familiar drip of discomfort slide down your neck and throughout your back, but it passed.

She seemed to notice, though, and her gaze instantly flooded with concern.

“Oh, dear.. are- you okay, neighbour? Do you feel well? Are you sick-? Do—“

Before she could continue nervously rattling off what may be the matter, you nodded, and— with a smidge of hesitance— took the chance to properly state the boundary to her.

“Oh— oh! Of course,.. I’m sorry,” She held a small smile, “I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart..”

And, soon, after wrapping up conversation with the sweet bird, you and Wally were headed back to your own home.

“.. So..” You could feel his intent gaze start burrowing into your face. “.. How was that, neighbour?”

GRAAAHHHHHHH I WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING RAAAAH /lhj HAHA!!

I hope it’s satisfactory!!! Thank you for requesting >:] /g

Have not proof read!! Will do so laterrr!!!!!

#sighsdeeplyanddreadfully #x reader #reader insert #welcome home #welcome home x reader #howdy pillar #frank frankly #Julie joyful #Wally darling #poppy partridge #sally starlet #Eddie dear #barnaby b beagle

[sukunasweetheart]

Headcanons for sukuna as a volleyball player - idk if i wanted this to be set during highschool or not so i guess it'll be kinda generic or all over the place haha,, dedicated to @luvkun4 my love, who likes haikyuu and sukuna so its a perfect combo for her

warnings; NSFW, throat fucking, rough and angry sex, degradation, femme reader, youre kinda his pocket pu$$y but also his sweet gf, minor angst but with happy end -- this wouldve been a good fic but i dont have the energy for a fully written fic nowadays, im alr working on a billion rn

edit; THIS ENDED UP BEING SO LENGTHYY sorry, i wanted to add in the drama

right.. idk from where i should unpack this

we all know... sukuna would be competitive as fuck.

i know for a fact that he hates losing so much

which is what makes him such a good player tbh, the balls not gonna touch the ground as long as hes around

he’s a wing spiker, and definitely the ace (cough, totally not inspired by this gorgeous fanart)

hes so mean and arrogant but is willing to demonstrate teamwork in order to win and so theres obvious respect between him and his teammates

uraume is the manager, tho its clear that they favour sukuna the most pff

sukunas such a powerful player, no one can beat him one on one and hes so sexy when hes playing seriously

volleyball sukuna and his fuckin horse cock, u bet u wanna get wrecked by his shii

problem is, i cant find a creative way of how yall first met 

idk, probably through mutual friends, out in a big group at a restaurant ?? maybe you hooked up with him afterwards and you both caught feelings for each other

yeah something along those lines

anyway ofc seggs after matches are a regular thing haha

its almost an expectation that you come to see his games now

here comes the smut smut smut

vb sukuna would totally drag you into the unisex bathrooms so you can “help him relax” right before the game starts...

nothing like cumming down your throat to get him all warmed up

and youre such a whore for him, you can never say no bc YOU DONT WANT TOOO <3

even tho you make a fuss about the icky floor pfft, he grunts and lays a bunch of toilet paper for u to kneel on, what a gentleman

his soft groans as he lodges his thick cock into your warm mouth, and then pushing your head down to go even deeper

the pleasures just too great, the thrilling mixture of being in a public toilet right before a big match, fucking your tight throat raw

and your teary eyes, fluttering your lashes up at him with a mouthful of dick, he could laugh from how adorable you look

after hes done spurting stringy thick ropes of his seed down your esophagus hes just: “thanks babe... you sucked the nerves right outta me.”

and you know its bullshit bc hes smirking in that sarcastic way, and its a fact that sukuna doesnt know what it feels to be nervous!!!

lucky for you, he treats you better than anyone else - he wipes your mouth and kisses you before parting ways with you

likes to give you another smirk once he finds you amongst the audience

its crazy how much energy he still has after games

on the rare occasions when his team loses... oh boy

100% takes his frustration out using sex

just thinking abt the simmering anger...practically throws you onto his bed

pins your body down and slamming into you with his whole body weight

ruins you so bad, bruises and bites literally everywhere

but like... you’re into that shit

butterflies in stomach whenever the other team ends up winning

“ugh...fuckin’ squeezing me like that... you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“maybe you like it when i lose a game. what a whore.”

“sukuna...sukuna, too bi-big..”

“oh? and you’d think this cunt would be pretty used to it by now,” he responds cockily. it turns you on when he uses such vulgar language.

spills so many loads into you, youre like a cream filled donut by the end

spanks you too, handprints on your ass and all - omg imagine the strength as a vb player

the aftercare is nice, usually he brings you to the bath immediately and check you out if you need ointment applied to your skin or vice versa

but it wouldnt be surprising if he got lazy with it on some days, especially after an exhausting game, having sex on top of that is gotta be tough

also he spends a lot of time training and practicing, which adds to your loneliness

sometimes you overthink it and feel like youre just being used, but instead of communicating it, you just act more sensitively around him

and vb sukuna sucks at picking up the small cues, so he just thinks youre being unreasonable

the two of you get into a pretty heated argument which ends with you storming off one time

theres a bit of silent treatment going on, but then afterwards you start talking with him “normally” again

theres an obvious distance growing between you and him, and your attitude is colder than it used to be. sukuna thinks its something thatll pass sooner or later

but then you text him, saying that you wont be able to come and see his game

thats not right. hes had a few fights with you before, but you’ve never skipped out on coming to watch him like this, ever.

but being a prideful tsundere he is, he just replies with a “do whatever you want” before chucking his phone off to the side (which he checks later again, to see if you said anything more after that. you didnt.)

on the day of the match, hes constantly checking the crowd if youre there

its not like *glance* he cares *glance* about you coming *glance* or anything *glance*

his mates raise eyebrows and tell him to focus properly and hes never looked scarier lmao

they won in the end, but the taste of victory isnt the same

the group wants to celebrate and go to some restaurant to eat but he skips out and goes home alone

and when he opens his door to an empty and dark living room, he cant shake off the feeling of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach

totally doesnt google search “signs of an incoming breakup”

feels worse afterwards

eats a nice and nutritious meal he cooked for himself, but it tastes kinda like cardboard

i said previously that sukuna doesnt know what feeling nervous is, but now he does, hes terrified youre gonna pull the breakup card on him, he wont know how to deal with that

he has a feeling that if he doesnt do something about this now, he will lose his chance forever

sukuna calls you but you dont pick up

he finds his way to your front door and rings the bell, and you call out from the other side asking him what he wants from you

“why didnt you pick up any of my calls? i want to talk.”

he hates how whiny he sounds.

you crack open the door ever so slightly, so only one of your eyes are visible to him

“about what?”

“about... this. about us.”

“...you’ve been crying. let me in.”

he gently pushes open your door and you stand out of the way, letting him

...and he starts with an apology. about saying mean things to you during the argument, about acting like he doesnt care when he does (he cares so much abt you that it drives him mad), pretending not to notice how upset you were

you watch him sternly, but end up bursting into tears bc youre so relieved he came out and admitted to his faults, and that theres hope for this relationship

youre bawling as he pulls you into his arms, and you confess that not going to see him and treating him coldly was the hardest thing youve ever done in your life

sukunas so relieved you still feel deeply for him, and simultaneously upset bc youre upset

you reveal that youve been feeling neglected, feeling like he only liked you for your body, and you too, apologise for not communicating that and acting sensitively instead

hes appalled, calls you an idiot but then retracts that statement and denies ever having thought in that way

the two of you snuggle up so close together in your bed, communicating and chatting and catching up for hours while he occasionally eyes the mountain of used tear-filled tissues in your room, rather concerned

for a while, he doesnt initiate sexual activity unless you specifically want it bc he wants to prove he likes spending quality time with you just as much <3

and when sex does eventually happen, he makes it very romantic and meaningful, with proper aftercare, continuously whispering “i love you,” throughout

and he shall do anything to have you keep loving him back.

some general stuff with vb sukuna:

mad tall. i wont give an exact number but anywhere between 195 - 200cm tall :>

mad horny. hes like an animal

hes such a big eater,, i mean, i see sukuna as a big eater in any au but this one in particular bc hes an athlete haha

u probably make protein shakes for him and stuff, but hes not rly on a strict diet or anything, he just eats anything and everything

has a lotta fangirls >:( but he ignores them now, after he met you >:) but before, he probably played around a lot and hooked up with some >:( he never liked any of them to stick around, tho >:) except you >:)

goes on morning runs, at like 6am and gives u a kiss on the cheek beforehand

is so fucking touchy clingy, always needs you on his lap, hands under your skirt or shirt

the last guy who tried to hit on you got a nosebleed, getting hit with a volleyball (its so funny, he changed his aim mid-spike during a practice match)

haha he was sent to the bench for that one (everyone was chuckling behind their hands)

the headband was given to him by you, bc he once complained abt having to gel his hair every morning + gel doesnt keep his hair in shape when hes sweating excessively

thats all for today <3 thanks for reading

Masterlist

tagging; @yuujispinkhair @moonchild-artemisdaughter @skunaskitten

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[gojocp]

getting hurt

cw: fluff, mention of character injury, reader lives cuz of plot armor, i have no idea how cursed energy and gojo's techniques work featuring: gojo satoru

a/n: hello!! this has been in my drafts for too long, i just randomly got motivated to start posting more, so i am!! lmk how this is!! also im working on a tangled movie au series thing for geto, so stay tuned!

"how is she?" satoru asks, sitting by your bed.

"she's in stable condition, she'll live. what even happened?" shoko asks, placing a comforting hand on satoru's shoulder.

"well.." he begins recounting the story to shoko.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"yo! (y/n)! let's go!" satoru calls out, waving his arm.

"wait! i'm coming!" you exclaim, chasing after him.

"haha!! that's what she said!" he laughs, pushing your head away with a finger in a teasing manner.

"oh my god.. fuck you." you blankly state.

"when?" he asks, wriggling his eyebrows and blowing a kiss to you.

"ugh.. you're the worst." you state, half-jokingly.

"sure, sure.. anyways, let's kick this curse's ass!" he says, stretching his arms as you near the location of it.

and someone got their ass kicked! just not the curse.

you immediately charge into battle, sword in and ready to cut the curse into bits.

"watch out!" satoru exclaims, noticing the curse preparing to attack.

you notice and dodge, cutting its arm off but getting flung by its other. landing near satoru, you watch as the curse regenerates it's arm, and the arm you cut off grows into a slightly smaller version of the curse itself.

"what the fuck.." you mumble, gripping the handle of your sword tighter.

"it can regenerate... you probably, have to kill the main body. go after the small one, i'll exorcise the big one." satoru says, giving you a reassuring smile and charging off.

'man, he doesn't even wait.' you think, running towards the smaller one and slicing where it's heart would be. creating and infusing a dagger with cursed energy, you lodge it into the curse and remove your sword. the curse blows up from the inside out, getting blood all over you, and fades away.

the bigger version doesn't seem to appreciate it's baby getting blown up and ignores satoru to attack you. letting out a large shriek, it slams you into a tree before you have time to process it and knocks you out, leaving a crater in the tree.

"(y/n)!" satoru yells out, worry etched onto his face. he takes the curse's distraction as a chance and uses 'blue' to take out the curse.

he runs towards you and picks you up in his arms bridal-style, carrying you back to shoko to get you healed.

"you should get yourself checked out too, those cuts will get infected otherwise." shoko says, after treating you.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"and.. yeah. that's basically it." with that satoru concludes his story.

"yeah, pretty much.." you say groggily, hearing part of his story as you gradually wake up. satoru seemed too focused on his story to notice it.

"i'll leave you two alone.." shoko says, throwing a wink your way.

"how are you feeling..?" satoru starts, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. "how's your back?" he continues.

"i feel like shit. what about you?" you ask, wincing as he helps you sit up.

"(y/n).. you scared the shit out of me babe, i'm so serious." he states, holding your hand and placing a soft, shaky kiss on your knuckles.

"sorry.." you smile sheepishly. "you get the curse?"

"yeah.." he replies. "i'll get you some water, wait here."

"okay.. i love you.." you say, shooting him a reassuring smile.

"i love you too," he responds, returning your smile. and with that, he makes his way to the classroom to fetch your water, humming a tune along the way. .・。.・゜✭・.

#gojocp #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk fluff #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu satoru

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Fake dating to piss off Shuichi's parents

Clown: Thinking about shuichi lamenting to his friends about his parents always needling him about a girlfriend/ getting a different job/ settling down. And he makes the vauge suggestion of considering taking anyone home just to shut them up And (maybe rantaro) goes "haha, I know someone who would make them lose their minds for like…30 dollars and free dinner" And it's Ouma It's always Ouma The first text he ever recieves from ouma is, "Soo…my dearly beloved to be, how bad do you want this to go?" "Absolutely horrid." "Splendid."

Checkers: He shows up in clown makeup pulls up to their driveway in his little clown car honks at then with his clown nose

Beez: oh you know what would be funny if shuichis parents had to take him w them to some kind of event or wtv n to make him not look like a loser they tell him he needs a date

Checkers: RUIN THEIR IMAGE jokes on them they’re the real losers here

Apollo: Kokichi makes little cue cards with all the problematic things he's learnt about Shuichi's parents and idly flashes them at random people to spread the news

Beez: HE DOES THE STUPID HIGH SCHOOL PRANK TAPING A PAPER ON THEIR BACKS "WE'RE SHIT PARENTS" Clown: He's causing scandals left and right

Dra: No but it would be so funny if he wasn't [wearing a clown nose] and still managed to get the sound by touching his nose/pl Clown: AJSGSH Its a skill!! Along with the several handkerchiefs he hacks up onto the floor

Apollo: Shuichi: WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME? Rantaro: Since when have my friends ever been normal? Clown: Rantaro is watching this from home. Sipping his tea as he watches the news roll in Dra: He complains but he actually loves it

Beez: they gotta pretend they like kokichi too they have an image to maintain they are so happy for their son and his ugly fucking boyfriend theyre serious Sini: They are so pro gay rights Clown: Their clenching their teeth so hard they bleed but "oohh they're sooo happy their son has found love" Apollo: Shuichi's embarrassed by the stories Kokichi is making up but seeing his parents in pain? It makes it the embarrassment worth it

Clown: I have the image of ouma stretching idly as he tell the reporter " Oh me? Psh! I'm actually an adult entertainer. Mhm! You won't believe how far the clown niche gets ya, mhm, real freaks out there. This? honk drives them bonkers. These kind folks are so understanding of my line of work!" He absolutely feeds a different story to every reporter

Apollo: Sure…People talk about what sort of…Things Shuichi are into considering his boyfriend says that sort of shit but hey…If it's pissing off his parents, he'll let Kokichi to claim to do whatever the fuck he wants He uses the fact he's multilingual to his advantage as well.

Sini: “These young celebrities are in love with me!” “One bad joke is all it takes, trust me” “These people have no humour! That’s humorous on its own, really! So charming” Clown: "Oh they've been sooo welcoming. They only tried to pay me off once?? Twice??"

Checkers: He’s reciting a waffle recipe in Spanish Reading out loud a Russian translation of My Immortal Clown: He's sobbing the entire time like its something emotional Apollo: He comes up with 'pet names' to use during interviews. The interviewers think it's super sweet…Until they see the comments pointing out that Kokichi was just saying random words Checkers: He is passionately defending pineapple on pizza. In Italian Clown: Omg, nicknames ranging from the classic "babe" to "my combusted inflamed refrigerator on wheels " And shuichi has to stutter his way through something equally as bad And yet the faces of pure rage on his parents face lend him strength he didn't know possible Apollo: Interviewer: Aww so sweet Interviewer, reading the comments: Why was he calling Shuichi a soda covered stress toy??? What is wrong with today's youth? [my reply to Apollo's message] that sounds kinky

Clown: I love the thought of this starting out as ouma leading the charge. He's throwing out ideas he hopes shuichi picks up. But as the night goes on the last remaining fucks shuichi gives fly out the window. And he is absolutely going all out. Ouma nearly stumbles in keeping up with the absolutely insanity shuichi has awakened in himself and he may be swooning Sini: HE’S CREATED A BEAUTIFUL MONSTER Apollo: Shuichi's gone from the awkward attempting to flirt back stage to the You're actually sorta cute so I'm going to put effort into this stage in like one night and Kokichi is shook Checkers: Saiharizz but it’s just unhinged insanity Beez: the most effective rizz on kokichi tbh Sini: Shuichi: evil unhinged laughter Kokichi: [heart eyes] “I will make my parents eat their own shit” “….So are you free later-?”

Clown: All it takes is realizing how afraid his parents are of breaking their facade and hes pulling ouma to the corner, absolute giddy realization happening in his anxiety ridden husk of a body as he frantically says "Did you see their faces?? Ouma did you see how mad they were?? Haha! Oh my god! They can't do anything to me. I can do anything" Apollo: Kokichi is internally screaming because holy fuck a cute guy just dragged him into a corner are they gonna kiss? No? Oh well, hearing him realise how he can do anything is just as good Me: this is a fake dating scenario, of course they're going to kiss, just not in a corner, that would be against the point, do it in front of everyone Sini: Kokichi: “I can fix him” Bitch, I did, and that was by making him worse Clown: He may be going mad with power Just a little Will shuichi regret this in the morning? He doesn't CARE. That's future him's problem. He's having FUN Rantaro is lowkey impressed by how fast Shuichi has managed to lose it Sini: Rantaro is dramatic [rolling eyes emoji] He’s fine. He’s his best self rn Ignore the maniacal giggling

Apollo: Shuichi manages to get his hands on some soda, something he's not allowed a lot so his 'teeth aren't ruined' or some bullshit…Man's on a trip Sini: He really is in his rebellious teen phase rn He will eat after midnight HA He will drink alcohol He will tag a building He will post embarrassing photos on a burner account

Apollo: Rantaro: What the hell Kokichi? Kokichi: It was one cup! Shuichi: [h y p e r]

Sini: “I feel so alive! Why haven’t I tried this before!? This is great! Fuck coffee, this is my life blood!” He’s been deprived Too much You give him a taste of something new and he goes wild

Clown: On one hand, shuichi has never looked happier, on the other, his eyes show a manic energy that is just a wee bit spooky Sini: Kokichi isn’t sure if he should be concerned or aroused Clown: Just one moment, a single moment for shuichi, grinning, tells ouma honestly "thank you for this" and its over for one kokichi ouma Sini: He is on the floor Shuichi is poking him

Me: sugar rush Shuichi just dips Kokichi and kisses him while showing a middle finger to the camera Clown: Shuichi offers a very nervous peck on the cheek initially and by the end he's dragging ouma halfway over the table to kiss him passionately on the lips in front of his parents

Clown: The aftermath may be less fun But it was so worth it Sini: It’s like a hangover lmao Wtf did he do last night? Clown: He wakes up feeling empty, shakey, strangely shirtless in a bed he doesn't recognize, theres a lingering feeling of impending dread and his phone is buzzing nonstop. Still. He feels so satisfied with himself. He smells like grape soda Sini: He smells like….Him Clown: YES. That and he's blanking on the memory of him toppling over the soda tower at the end of the night Apollo: He sees Kokichi and internally freaks out because What the fuck did we DO? but he then learns when he fell into the soda tower, his shirt got all gross and Kokichi being the everloving boyfriend he is, washed it…Well got someone else to wash it but yeah

Clown: Reality may be creeping up on him in the background but the phones been chucked to the side for now Ouma grins at him and goes "I never got the dinner you promised" and shuichi grins back Apollo: They're fucking dorks. Meanwhile, the Saiharas are attempting damage control, Shuichi's uncle is supportive but also god damn it did it have to go like this and the internet is fucking blowing up Clown: Need Miu to be watching her daily drama channel in the morning with a bowl of cereal and the first thing she sees is ouma's face and she does a spit take Apollo: She starts ringing him but he's not paying attention Clown: Kaito minding his buisness when he sees "Former child actor gone rouge" and it's just shuichi cackling maniacally Apollo: Kokichi is hovering in the background all smug like, dressed in the most horrible outfit despite the stylists trying to make him look nice. Clown: He loves to watch the world BURN From a distance, as shuichi and him take the time to tentatively start to know each other in the aftermath Sini: More so Shuichi causing the world to burn Me: Me: some paparazzi takes photos of them on that dinner they go out on and the relationship gets solidified in the media's eyes Clown: YES. If someone spreads a picture of them at some run of the mill diner in the morning for some breakfast. Hair unbrushed. Ouma still has remains of clown makeup. Shuichis eyeliner is smudged all over. Shuichi is shoving a cinnamon roll into oumas mouth mid rant with the biggest smile on his face.

Apollo: Maki, waking up because her Ouma Sense is going off: Who has that brat gone after this time? Maki knew Shuichi would be getting a fake date for some event. She switches on the tv, sees the bastard of the orphanage she grew up in and just turns it off Shuichi says he wants to introduce Kokichi to his best friends and he and Maki lock eyes. Kokichi: ["*chuckles* I'm in danger." gif]

Clown: She can't be too mad!! Look at shuichis face!! Thats pure joy right there!! Maki begrudgingly accepts and oumas like" sOB I knew you loved me!!! " Apollo: She does hit Kokichi over the back of the head later and then gives him a shovel talk. Shuichi is confused when Maki hands him one of those backpack leash things Clown: Maki, deadpan,"you'll need it." Me: she's a little confused about who needs a leash atm

Clown: I am thinking of the end of the night immeadiately after. Shuichi did not expect to go that far. And as he's calming down. The jitters come back. His phone is a death sentence. He's obsessively waiting for the ringing to start.

Ouma leads him to the bus stop, shuichi drove them there but its just not the time. Ouma wants to live thank you.

Drenched in sweat, and soda, and oumas pockets being stuffed with cake they ride together silently. Shuichi barely even thinks to ask where their going. Reloading his notifications again and again.

Shuichi is hugging his knees. He barely remembers sitting on oumas bed. He's still hugging his knees. "I-" he breaks out into nervous giggles, "I screwed up didn't I?"

And kokichi sighs, it's silent between them before kokichi erupts into laughter. "You were amazing!" He insists, and he's so absolutely giddy. Nearly in awe. It's hard for the doubts to eat at him when ouma looks at him like he hung the moon and the stars. "You were amazing."

And ouma teases him relentlessly, and shuichi is too busy being embarassed to let himself fall into regret. He ultimately falls asleep peacefully in a bed that isn't his and ouma yawns and steps away to sleep on the couch.

Bonus:

Beez: saiou pulling fake proposals in restaurants to get free dessert thats it Hina: Kokichi initiates them Shuichi tries for real and Kokichi thinks he's joking Beez: damn the dessert must look good if shuichis the one proposing for it Ves: they just move on shuuichi thinks they're engaged kokichi thinks he was doing a bit Me: 1) do it AFTER they're married 2) have their actual proposal in privacy, duh. I think they would prefer that anyway This is the sequel movie to the fake dating to piss off Saihara's parents romantic comedy Ves: but the comedy Me: Adam Sandlers plays Kokichi Ves: im imaging him in a terrible purple wig now why would you say that Well, it would be more of his type of deal to play Shuichi, since this makes Kokichi the love interest while he is the protag Beez: alternatively someone they know goes into the restaurant theyre at n witness a proposal so they go over to congratulate them but saiou r like shit [eye, mouth, eye emojis] Me: Ha! Deserved

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #oumasai #saiouma #kokichi oma #rantaro amami #miu iruma #kaito momota #maki harukawa #writing prompt #writing inspiration #when Clown starts cooking we all are just taking up space in the prompt kitchen #I barely did more than deliver the food in this metaphor. but my tag for those is #made by me #I mean. I am proud of what I added to it. but it's little. and I was late to the party per usual

[callmemrskenway]

To that one anon , I love you to (platonically) 😘 sending love your way , as for you Dolly sweetie ,How do you think demon slayer cast react and handle the reader with Shane Madej personality, Who shows no fear what’s so ever , who will dance on Muzan Bridge much to demon horror who would marry one of their best friend while the pair being drunk who happily watch Inosuke try and kill Zenitsu cause let’s be honest friends try and kill each other all the time who would try and connect the dote

Y E S THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST, IT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR. Reader is also gonna be a Hashira too ngl. But I also LOVE THE QUOTES AT THE END OF THIS TOO.

- You're not really scared of demons, you're just..tired at this point. You have zero fear of them too and stuff because, hey, everyone dies. Sometimes death is a bit painful than most. Do you want to die via demon attack? No. Can you really control it? Also no.

- So you become a Hashira, a bit weird but with your mindset you're really good at your job. Maybe you do want to save people or maybe you're annoyed that you and your homie can't go into the woods to investigate creepy "ghost" filled forests and make fun of them for believing in ghosts.

- OKAY BUT LITERALLY, WHAT IF YOU TRAIN ZENITSU AFTER HE DECIDES HE WANTS TO BECOME STRONG LIKE TANJIRO AND HE BECOMES YOUR RYAN BERGARA.

- Like your mentor and protégé relationship is just you being oddly calm and content and Zenitsu is just scared 24/7 and you kinda just scare him sometimes.

- You: "His mind is his greatest enemy...and it is my greatest ally."

- Giyuu: *staring at you in silent judgement*

- You and Shinobu get along really well, honestly. She likes your scientific mind and she enjoys your dry and sarcastic comments. You also like being around her because she's like pretty sensible and chill compared to the other Hashira honestly.

- NO BUT TANJIRO LIKES THAT YOU ACTUALLY STOOD UP FOR NEZUKO AND HIM WHEN THE OTHER HASHIRA ROCKED HIS SHIT TOO NOT GONNA LIE. Like you were all: "You guys...you can't be doing that. You can't be hitting children."

- "(Y/n), it's a demon!"

- "THEY'RE CHILDREN!"

- You don't get along with Tengen, Sanemi, and Obanai. You're at least more polite to Tengen but if Sanemi and Obanai wants to talk shit, well, you can talk back. Like, someone asks what its like working with them and you're all: "Well, let's put it this way...I've met a lot of insufferable people in my life, but they've also met me."

- You're just so unfazed by things that it worries demons, even Muzan himself is unnerved because he can't tell if you're really brave or you're really stupid when really, what he should be wondering is: "Do you even care?" and the answer is no. No you don't.

- NO BUT EVERYONE JUST STARING AT YOU WHEN YOU'RE FACING A DEMON AND YOU'RE ALL: "Rip my heart out. Tear my head off...give me a wedgie. Hell, give both me and Zenitsu a wedgie!"/ "DON'T LOOP ME INTO THIS!"

- You also don't even really have to slay demons, you just literally destroy them by talking. Like, you can TRICK them into saying Muzan's name because you annoy them THAT much. Like you're all: "I'm dancing on your bridge, Muzan, look at how I disrespect your bridge. Its my bridge now."/ "HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT LORD KIBUTSUJI!?"/ "You just said his name."/ "Oh...Oh, I see what you've done."

- Okay but you know how people theory Shane is a demon or that he scares off demons? Literally you. Like Muzan is either very scared of you or wants you to become an Uppermoon or maybe it's both. Like, you terrify him but he finds you interesting.

- You and Muichiro absolutely roasting the shit out of demons too honestly. Like, damn, not only are they dying but they're gonna die feeling like they're not shit, my dude.

- Also, yes, much like the ask says, you're not even phased when Inosuke is beating up Zenitsu or chasing him around. Like, you just shrug it off and are all: "C'mon, friends kill each other all the time!"/ Shinobu: "Haha, I can think of a few of your friends who'd like to kill you!"

- Rengoku thinks that you're an absolute riot and you also feel the same way honestly. He does want you to dial it back when you're daring the demons to kill you because he gets worried one of them will get you. But yes, he's all: "YOUR BEHAVIOR AND PERSONALITY ARE TRULY A SHINING EXAMPLE OF A FEARLESS HASHIRA."/ Obanai: "I don't think they're fearless, I think they're just stupid."

- Inosuke tries to piss you off but you're really good at redirecting his attention somewhere else. Then Tanjiro is absolutely impressed with you and considers you one of his heroes and you're just there like: "Why?" but maybe you can be a better role model around him too.

- You also are writing your own story called the "Hot Daga" which started out as you kinda telling random stories to Nezuko because she was bored but she ends up loving them a lot and now it's a series that you may publish into a story later.

- HE MIGHT NOT BE ANIMATED YET BUT IMAGINE YOU'RE TRYING TO INFILTRAITE DOUMA'S CULT AND YOU'RE JUST THERE LIKE: "um, I'm here for the cult stuff? I saw the ad."

#AGAIN NO ORGANIZATJON THIS IS JUDT PURE BRAINROT. #Kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #tanjiro x reader #nezuko x reader #zenitsu x reader #hashira x reader #muzan is here too.

[heartfullofleeches]

Can we meet the mysterious third sibling?

"What? What do you mean they're on their way?"

...

"Huh? They're right outside?"

You go to open the door you now found yourself at after walking down a long, white corridor; but as the handle pulls, a large figure slamming against the glass stops you from entering. You can see its hulking shape as it holds the door shut; muttering obscurities as it looks around the room.

"Shit. Uh- please hang on a moment while we - er- I tidy a few things up. Shouldn't taken more than a few minutes."

The following ten minutes after accompanied by loud crashes and frantic rambling. The broom wedged into the door's handle is removed as the voice speaks again.

"Okay, you can enter now."

You step inside the room to the scene of a laboratory if a tornado had run through it. Bits of broken material littered the floor. Cupboards were stuffed to the brim and blankets were thrown over things they were too big to hold. A chalkboard stands to one side with its previous contents erased in a hurry. You can make out the first few letters of your name. A hand quickly turns it over, but its just more scribbles of your name. Someone clears their throat.

"Ahem.."

You turn to meet the other party in the room. Their skin shimmers under the dim lights like the wax of a lit candle; carved with intricate details akin to the weavings of lace. Their hair falls to their lower back; curly, spread out, and adorned with multiple eyes through their locks. Their own face has six eyes and sits partially detached from the black silhouette of its head. They wear a lab coat and nothing else with its back cut open for their avian wings; two arms fitted along the top of their upper bones. The eye in the center of their chest centers on you as they speak.

"Well! If it isn't my favorite lost soul that I most definitely haven't been watching through yours entire journey. What can I do for you today?"

"Um... someone told me you have a way into the human world?"

Their eyes twitch. "Pardon?"

"Is there anyway you could send me home?"

"Oh! Haha-...." They grab their face as with their wing appendages it shifts, holding up a finger for pause. "Please give me a moment. I need to talk with my associate about something."

The demon hurries behind the chalkboard, crouching behind a few cardboard boxes from what you can see underneath. An unfinished figurine pops out from one of the crates. It kinda looks like you, but dresses up as a maid. You round the corner, eavesdropping on the conversation it seems to be having with itself. The second voice is much raspier then the first, and struggles at keeping a low volume.

"What do we do?"

"I don't know. When you were talking to them, it was all about you so why should I help now?"

"This is not something you want to dump on a person when you've just met them."

"Hey- If I hadn't seen them, they would've noticed the journals you left on the table. The one about the coffee shop."

"It's a cute scenario and you know it." They hiss.

"We're not starting this shit right-

"Excuse me?"

The demon looks back at you; face a slightly darker shade of white bordering on pink and eyes narrow. It rotates back to the first as it quickly raises to its feet.

"Meeting adjourned! Haha- unfortunately, the technology used for that is unable at this due to... technical difficulties, but I can house you for the time being. I know what type of mattress you prefer already and have filled a wardrobe full of clothing I think you might fancy... This is custom for all humans I met, of course. There's no reason to doubt me so - please don't."

#yandere demon #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere teratophilia #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere monster #yandere demon x reader #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere writing

[mushroomnoodles]

Do you have any headcannons or little lore tidbits about Bad End? Like how is Simon doing after all that happening from Golbaby birth? Is the future humans still around?

oh shit, yall like these? ok neat its under the cut

whole candy kingdom has been wiped out. anyone in the kingdom had their life force drained when morrigan was born.

pb appeared dead when finn found simon in the dome- she was left there but now has taken over the remains of the candy kingdom as a sort of mother gum 2.0

theyre... gonna have to deal with that.

everyone else there is dead. not mutated, dead. nobody else was close enough to be revived.

finn initially tried to kill marceline (thinking she was a threat to simon and mystery baby) but he did not because simon managed to convince him that was his marcy

the rest of ooo is largely unaffected by morrigans birth.

marceline is generally hostile but loyal to morrigan as their creation. since morrigan is not interested in violence, marceline is like a giant, terrifying, twelve legged doberman.

simon lives with finn now. human friendship whoa

simon.. is chugging along. he just can't be a good father right now. he provides basic care to morrigan but morri is primarily being raised emotionally by finn.

[simon sitting in his room alone depressed drunk at night] [he does this a lot] [he cannot sleep]

finn says haha good thing i know how to cope with grief! [avoids thinking about it]

marceline is a good steed

finn and simon silently walking to finns home with only the snarling breath and clicking of a docile marceline to accompany them. golbaby is peacefully nestled into the crook of Simon's arm but the whole vibe is terrible

#a #nothin but words #hc moment #bad end. #tw angst #tw alchohol mention

[northsealight]

Hey, when you said RHATO Jason is the worst version on your last ask, were you referring to the first comic, second comic, or the Webtoon? (Honestly annoyed the Webtoon took that name, makes things even more confusing)

I have problems with all 3 (Webtoon most of all for sure, with the second and first switching places behind it based on what characters or plots I’m thinking about tbh), but I was just curious haha

oh. oh. oh you're not ready for this. I've been trying this entire week to find a good time to air out my thoughts:

so! in my opinion (again, this is not shaming anyone for liking what they like! if you happen to like RHATO!jason all the more power to you! dont read this!) all three reiterations of RHATO!Jason .. are not great. the one I think might have potential to be salvaged is the second one with Artemis and bizarro! (although roy harper is in my heart of hearts)

the way Jason is written in rhato... the rhato written by Scott Lobdell anyway, (who is actually a sexual predator and when you start to think even a LITTLE about how the women are written in RHATO makes so much sense) portrays Jason as yet another cookie cutter anti-hero-deadpool-esque personality who's mainly confined by the narrative restraints of his character.

I say this because hes so.... the way he goes about his vigilantism is so .. shallow. It's like the narrative is finding excuses to make him violent so the reader can be stimulated with Michale Bay explosions lol. You hardly see any stories in there where Jason is an actual champion for the people, and you hardly see his background as a street kid come into play... its like... he became... a vigilante because....he knows how the system can fail those... alienated and forgotten by those sworn to protect them... and thus channels his energy into said people through acts of radical protection... (also because the whole bruce thing yeah I know)

I keep thinking about injustice!Jason's monologue where he literally says something along the lines of "while bruce and clark were fighting I fought for the people who were being caught up in the whole thing" like if that doesn't just tell you who he is idk what will! and sure, injustice isn't Jason source material, so look at under the red hood! he literally becomes a drug kingpin TO CONTROL crime ... and then instead of getting these immense shows of care he has for the community in RHATO, we get panels like this:

like ok get it I guess 😭😭😭😭

this is the new and improved Jason!! he's suave.. hes American... he's... just like every other antihero now!!

I don't know how to explain it without sounding like an idiot- best bet is to read the comics yourself to kinda get what im saying! but even rebirth Jason is (kind of) getting what RHATO Jason doesn't-- he's a product of his huge heart. rebirth Jason has countless stories where we see how Jason ACTUALLY operates as red hood, and what his symbol means to the citizens of Gotham!

if you pour too much grit and "edginess" into Jason, then you kind of miss what he's all about- he can still be silly and sarcastic! in fact, one of my favorite Jason moments is from red hood: lost days, a series where he's portrayed as an edgy, "misfit" ruffian:

like. hello this is hilarious. and we can still have moments like these while balancing his emotional range as a vigilante that's motivated by his big fat heart! (ignoring the fact that he slept with Talia in the next issue 😭 Jason fans can't have shit 😭)

but anyway! ill likely add more when I'm not feeling so tired, but god!! is it so hard to show Jason's propensity for kindness!! is it so hard to realize that his character to the core is revolved around a deep understanding for others based on personal experience!!

there's a reason why DC (in the rare moments when they know what to do with his character) always writes stories with Jason consoling children, or Jason being good with kids in dangerous situations!

it's because he's been there before. he's felt the grief and confusion of being helpless in a situation of his control. he's felt the consequences of adults who were supposed to protect and raise him! he's been killed for daring to cling on to the notion of trust even after all he's been through!

and I don't know, I think his dedication to the people, children especially, is his way of forgiving himself- his way of telling little Jason that it wasn't his fault.

#I went a little crazy midway through but I hope this answers your q! #and I hope it makes sense. I swear im more coherent when I have my thoughts together #the last panel actually makes me sob god above what the hell is that and why are my eyes sweating #Jason robin :((((( #Jason todd #vee's soapbox #asks #thank you for the question btw!! I love answering qs like this #batman #red hood and the outlaws #under the red hood #red hood lost days #red hood

[bingobongobonko]

Hi Bingo! I just wanted to say that I've been lurking and looking at your art for your lancer campaign for a while now and I think it's so cool! You've kinda inspired me to check out the system for myself too! I hope it's not too much trouble/making you retread anything you've talked about before, but I'd be really interested to hear your thoughts on the system and how it's worked out for your campaign! I really love mecha stuff, but I think the genre can be pretty rife with militarism that I'm not super into. I get the sense though that you've been able to find a good way to slot these really cool characters into the setting and focus on their interactions while also getting the fun of that sweet sweet mech combat. My inquiry is very low stakes haha, so nw if you don't have time to gather all your thoughts (I know that if I was tasked to talk about my own campaigns my head would burst into flames just trying to sift through what I'd want to say :P) Anyway, just a little friendly wave to you to say your art is very inspirational, and keep up the great work!

OH WOW this is . whuhh. WOW! sorry im like. wtff. i mean i ramble about my characters a lot but i didn't think anyone else actually gave a fuck which is completely ok, i just WHUHH..!!! holy shit. excitement aside, i get where you're coming from. honestly i was never into the mecha genre, but lancer rpg really made me realize how cool it is! like im not a really technical guy, and i feel like lancer is VERY strategy-heavy in combat; unless you know what you're doing and what everything does, you can easily get overwhelmed with all the features and all the things to consider in the math. for me its a lot because i struggle with spatial understanding and any sort of mathematics. that's my only real gripe on the system, but that might also just be every other system as well. it's more of a personal issue than that of the system, my friends all picked it up super quick. as for the genre, yeah, i find militaristic shit a drag and mecha has the same feel to me. its got a layer of professionalism and seriousness i don't enjoy, nor wish to play along with, so i get what you mean yeah. thankfully my friend who dms the campaign is just. Holy fuck; she just has a huuuge extra care for character stories and weaving them into the narrative she explores. so really, its her i've to thank for making mecha stuff FUN for me. lancer can certainly run hand-in-hand with militaristic-focused rp, i was in a oneshot with that sole focus and while it was interesting, without that interesting narrative stuff you kind of lose steam, but ive grown so fond of dog days cuz of how my friend lets our characters develop AND helps them do that. that and the way she sets up the story, just. FUUUUCK. the military is an afterthought in what is a fight against time and para-causality sinking its teeth into what little sanity we have. we fight against something that is a victim and a perpetrator. we're the worst people to be tasked to be saving an entire planet too, but here we are. as cheesy as it is, it's all about who you play with. thats the feel i get about most systems. honestly why im so ehhh about playing with strangers, when i'd rather play with people i like. all systems strike me as more of a tool; its the way you use em yk? the experience you get from them are more reflective of who you're telling a story with (or fighting alongside, there's no right way to play. i just really like narrative storytelling). so really, ive to thank my friends, especially @spaginithethird who introduced me to lancer in the first place as a dm!!!!!!!!!! TO A LOT OF SYSTEMS ACTUALLY shes rlly knowledgeable abt this stuff and very very very sweet too o7 so yeah really, its a really fun system BUT to me, i wouldnt be playing lancer if i didn't have a narrative to go by and follow with people i like. i am always sayin this but its my favorite thing when it comes to ttrpgs

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BTW #im really happy ppl like lancer.. its a surprise 2 me #i usually just talk bullshit because i like talking about ocs #so its really aieee... #i havent been drawing a lot due to unending slumps so that really means a lot.. ty dude #sorry im bad at explainin shit i REALLY hope i make sense and hopefully youll like lancer too!!!!! #lancer rpg

[aerodaltonimperial]

A, E, R, and H. Oh and G, for the Lighthouse, of course.

A- Of all the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

Another favorite of mine is [1] Unread Message. I don’t even know WHY. It’s not even that GOOD. But it taps into one of my FAVORITE TROPES which is “talking through other means of communication.” You put texts or emails into a fic? CATNIP for me. There’s just something about the separation that comes with typing out things instead of saying them, the divide that offers so much possibility. It opens up so many misunderstandings and too-vulnerable admissions, and I just go FERAL OVER IT lol.

E- What character do you identify with most? Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

Most of the characters I tend to gravitate towards using as POVs are ones that I relate to the most, so right now, I guess that’s Jack. I don’t necessarily identify with him as much as he’s got the qualities that sometimes I see in myself (kayfabe: not knowing your place, feeling abandoned, anxiety) and therefore I find it easy to write in his headspace. It’s the characters I share the least amount of traits with that I have the most trouble using as POVs, haha, because I think I never land it right. Fic-wise, I suppose most of my fics he leads end up capturing it, even if it’s unintentional haha.

R- Which writers do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

Oh, man. Uh… this one is really hard. I have been told that I write like Laini Taylor, though I’ve only read one of her books (though I could see the comparison). Tbh I don’t even know if I pay conscious attention while reading to style, though I’m pretty sure the books I enjoy the most share characteristics with my writing, if that makes sense? Like I read it and it flows the way I would write it, then I tend to like it. But I would definitely say that Vamp is a big influence on my writing, because she’s so natural and skilled with dialogue. I try to emulate her dialogue a lot, LOL.

H- How would you describe your writing style?

In a past fandom, someone once described an aspect of my writing as bullet sentences. They said that my style tends to give you a paragraph of something and then pull out the one sentence that’s essentially designed to tear you apart and keep it as its own paragraph by itself. And I was like OH HOLY SHIT, I REALLY DO THAT. I absolutely will craft five paragraphs just to punch you in the face with one sentence on its own that just destroys you. I’ve leaned into this, I really like that aspect hahaha.

G- (down into the water black) If you wrote a sequel to this fic, what would it be about?

Okaaaaaaaaay lessee. A sequel to this fic would probably delve into the psychological stuff that went along with being “claimed” by the lighthouse entity. The original fic didn’t really have much time to do that, given the subject matter (and the limitations I wrote into it lol), so if I ever went back, it would definitely focus on that. I’d love to explore the ways this manifests differently between them, and how it could slowly become something great and terrible in their lives.

[just-call-mefr1es]

lil infodump bout that band camp tbp au i made within my head because @staggersz is keeping me hostage🫶🏽 /j

so, im not all that familiar with band camps in general, i just know its like summer camp,,,,,, but instruments,,, so yeah really interesting. i’m pretyyyy sure that band camp becomes available when honour band becomes available because they handed out scholarships for band camp (or whatever) when i was in honour band so yeah. not sure if its different in the states but oh well (im canadian)

alright alrigth,, so i dont have a deadset outlook on the au yet (just silly thoughts and ideas) womp womp for me. i mostly have down the instruments from that post i made about guessing what instrument they would play, if you wanna know what instruments they have but dont wanna scroll thru my blog to find the post (dont blame you) just send an ask xx

what i have so far: bruce definitely got a scholarship. not sure if they do that in U S and an A but whatever if they dont. making this up as i go along, dont judge. anygays, if band camps are still following ‘typical summer camp culture’, with the bunks, cabins and shit (ill do research later sjsjsj) then boom. all basement boys™️ (or should i say,, BANDboys.. haha im so funny) are sharing a bunk. yipee. theyre also probably separated by gender so gwen n amy’ll share a cabin^^

just realized i forgot donna (IM SO SORRY) bass clarinet. no arguments? no arguments.

kk, so bruce has definitely been going to band camp for a while, perhaps vance as well. OOO what if they bickered. haha mutual-dislike-towards-one-another to okay-we-can-work-together-for-the-sake-of-our-cabin to hey-you’re-actually-kinda-cool to friends to wait-a-damn-minute, so on and so forth???? hell yeah actually

AAAAA THE IDEAS ARE FLOODING INNNxkmskddmmddmd what if,, because band camp open to everyone n shit (i caANT WORD UGH),, what if finney n robin were childhood friends, one moved (idk which one) then they reunited at band camp⁉️⁉️⁉️ rinney enthusiasts better take that and run idk what else to do

as much as i love griffin, i have no idea- wait nevermind i do and im too lazy to rewrite thst sentence. cause i gave him an older sister (ocs, they are old yes, but i dont care. will talk about them later) no doubt she joined, he just wanted to be with his sister for the summer. okay yeah that works. same could go for billy, since i reduced him to middle child status (sorry my guy) but i feel like he just joined for funsies.

okay thats all my brain can think about for now, im gonna create an animatic in my head then cry about it for an hour now byeee

#that was wild #uhm. okay #sorry if the grammer is terrible i cant word rn for some reason #ughsksmsm #the black phone #griffin stagg #tbp #bruce yamada #vance hopper #finney blake #robin arellano #billy showalter #band camp au go brrr #this shit is driving me nuts #bonkers i tell you #bonkers #side #gwen blake #amy yamada #live laugh donna tbp #brance #i love brance mwah ha ha ha #rinney #finbin #fun word hehe

[coredrill]

okaaaaaaaaay bravernine thoughts. lol (lots of lulu)

i have never been more intrigued and confused and clueless abt where this show is going to go and i am HOOKED. i called my one (1) shot in abt smith dying in ep8 and so now i am just along for the wacky ride until the end!!!!!!!!!! also my understanding of time travel stories is very poor compared to my understanding of wow cool robot stories so that is undoubtedly a part of it FNDNFBJD

i’ll probs catch more on a rewatch and others have pointed this out but. it seemed like the “timeline” changed right when we got the ep1 flashback/eyecatch? like that’s when hibiki’s arm wound vanished and switched to her head, and wehn we saw hiro again, and also lulu’s demeanor switched from being sad to more determined? so like. i wouldn’t be surprised if lulu shenanigans happened as well in that time…………

also lulu. obviously bravern is smith + knuth + brainwave bot but i would NOT be surprised if there was some of lulu in there too. since her brainwaves were in there too? which would make sense as another ingredient in the bravern soup, if he gets his clinginess and more childish demeanor from her in addition to his horniness from knuth and his heroic attitude and love for isami from smith. which is maybe why, after the “timeline switch” i just mentioned (idk what else to call it) lulu suddenly Knows Smith’s In There in a way she didn’t SEEM to before? like she called bravern “smith” ofc but this was like. deliberate in a different manner imo. idk. lulu is up to Some Shit tho and like everthing else i am SOOOOOOOOOO excited to see it !!!!!!!!!!!!

i know i keep making haha funnies abt smith trying to outgay kaworu and like. when it comes to queers in mecha anime i rly don’t think anything can reasonably “outdo” eva due to its impact (heh) and the fact kaworu and shinji did all that in 1996 but like. lewis smith is putting in the bravest effort i’ve seen by a LONG shot……………….what if that tokubro u met in hawaii loved you so much he became your undead horny super robot soulmate (“hey tumblr user coredrill what if you stopped beating this joke format to death” LISTEN i think its funny still. lmao)

hmmmmm i feel like i had more to say but. i forgor lmao. surely this won’t be like every other week where i am like “these are all of my thoughts 😇” and then i continue to make AND ANOTHER THING posts every 3 hours like clockwork. surely things will be different this time. surely i am not also stuck in a timelo

OH WAIT I REMEMBERED. but yeah i was just thinking abt how like. smith gets so fucking angry abt how the lulu are used and so when he contributes to bravern he makes it so that isami can pilot him safely. and not a lulu-pod-scenario. because he loves lulu and he loves isami. i am going to tear my skin off of my own body

#a: bravern #bravern spoilers #t.bbbb #me every week ‘i don’t have that many thoufhts *mini novel*’

[slightlystupidhun]

Skating Around Us

Summary: An Asher x Baabe Fic. Asher is a hockey player and Baabe is a figure skater. @itsdaifuku is the reason for this fic!!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Skates leaned over the ice skate rental desk. Today was rather slow for them so they had plenty of time to daydream about the blonde stranger yesterday. They worked at the rink since it payed well, and they were always there anyways.

They tapped their fingers along the cold wood desk before looking down at the list in front of them. A check list of who was renting skates and who had already returned them. They sighed heavenly holding their head in their hand, a pen in the other.

Was it wrong for them to think this much about a stranger they spoke to for maybe five minutes. A very attractive stranger, who had pretty eyes, a nice smile, infectious energy… no. They needed to stop. Luckily for them they didn’t have time to daydream as their co-worker, and roommate walked over to them, waving a hand in front of their face.

“Hello?! Earth to skates!!!” Angel piped up louder than their previous attempts.

“Oh! Angel, haha what’s up? Sorry I was just.” They made a vague gesture. Waving their hands about.

“Uh uh… What’s got you so distracted? Is it a guy?” They posed jokingly but when skates eyes widened they jumped up excitedly. “HOLY SHIT! It is a guy!!! Who is it?” Before they could answer the doors opened and a large group of people entered. Oh no… it was them, the hockey team. The stranger. Skates quickly ducked down behind the counter. Angels eyes followed them, a mischievous smile made its way to their face. “Which one is it?” They nudges skates with their shoe.

“What?!” They squeaked out.

“Whomst is the one holding my dear skaters heart?” They posed dramatically.

“Oh my- You’re so dramatic. He’s just… like… cool… or whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

“Ash! Can you and David go rent out some skates for sweetheart please? Coach wants em on the ice today…” A shorter man, with a thick accent asked.

“Sure thing Milo!!” The familiar voice of Asher spoke.

“Yeah…” a different man with a deeper, more gruff voice spoke. Upon seeing them approach Angel dropped down to Skates a serious look on their face.

“Please! Please say that it’s not the brunette captain!! Cuz I’ve been seeing him around for weeks and…” Skates cut them off a finger drawn over their lips.

“No… No! It’s number 27, the blonde one,” they tried to say in a hushed voice. The metal bell on the desk rang.

“Good cuz,” Angel stood back up looking the captain in the eye. “I’d like to climb him like a tree.” The man’s face contorted into something unreadable but his cheeks grew a deep shade of red. The blonde man next to him snorted and hid his face in his hand, patting his friends shoulder.

“God, it’s you again. Are you stalking me or something.” The captain spoke, suspicion lacing his words.

“Well, for your information I work here so,” they paused for dramatic effect, “I think you’re stalking me.” He scoffed at this and rolled his eyes.

“Anyways I need a pair of skates, size eight. It’s for our team manager…” he informed.

“But of course, my sincere stalker,” Angel kicked Skates with their foot, “Can you grab that for me Skates.” They looked down evilly, extremely proud of themself. Skates jumped up dusting themself off and fixing their hair. They glared at Angel.

“Yeah… I’ll get that right now.” They said through gritted teeth. They walked to the back pushing open the big wooden door. Asher’s eyes followed them all the way back, not even trying to hide his attraction. He smiled to himself letting out a small laugh and looking at his feet. Angel immediately picked up on this but decided to give their attention back to the captain.

“So are you gonna stop stalking me anytime soon? Or are you just getting your rocks off on it?” They said biting back a smile as he looked at them with feigned disgust.

“You’re unbelievable.” He scolded.

“That wasn’t an answer. Hey, if you’re gonna stalk me, you should at least take me out to dinner.” At that comment he rounded on them shock laced on his features.

“Are you hitting on me?” He said incredulously.

“Would it be wrong? I mean, I like attractive things, and I like a rough personality, you have got both.” They said smiling. Asher was still distracted by the person who walked to the back. Too distracted to offer his friend any salvation.

“God why don’t you just jump across the desk.” He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“I could, but I’d want your number first.” They winked at him. He scoffed before reaching out his hand for their phone. They smiled bright at him placing their phone in his palm. He quickly typed in his number before handing it back.

“Don’t…” before he could finish the other person at the desk returned with a pair of black skates.

“Here you go, size eight skates. I just need you to sign here and here.” They said as they walked back. Holding out a paper. Before the captain could grab the sheet his friend did.

“So Skates, you come here often?” He winked at them, glancing up from the paper he was writing on.

“Only for work,” they replied trying hard to keep their smile down. He signed the paper smiling at them.

“Hey uhm, you can tell me to fuck off if I’m reading this wrong but uhm, would you maybe like to go grab a coffee sometime? Unless you hate coffee, then no.” He rambled slightly, staring at them through his wild blonde locks.

“Oh uhm yeah!” They smiled.

“Yeah?” He confirmed. “I’m Ash by the way.” They quickly told him their name.

“I was gonna ask I just didn’t think you’d be interested!” They laughed a little embarrassed.

“What why?!” He looked baffled as he held out his phone for their number, mirroring angels earlier actions. When they took it and put their number in they smiled.

“Well, ‘When the personality of a human is involved, exact predictions are hazardous.’" They spoke before registering what they just said and handing his phone back to him, their number now in it. “Ah I gotta go get ready! Bye.” They said heading off to the back.

He stood there shocked and smiling like an idiot. He turned to look over at Angel.

“They like Star Trek? They just quoted Dr. McCoy!” He practically jumped.

“Yeah they love that shit, I never got too into it.” Angel replied. Oh their friend found a good one. He might just be perfect for Skates. As the two walked away they smiled. They couldn’t wait to see what would happen next!!

——

“DAMN SKATES ARE YOU OK?!” William yelled skating over to them. They attempted to do a quad flip, but didn’t get a proper start on it. They had completed the four rotations but were unable to stick the landing. Their wrist hit the ground first as they tried to break their fall.

“I’m fine! I’m fine.” They spoke standing back up with help from William. A surge of pain shot through their wrist and they winced.

“Alright. Head over to the medical room.”

“Will I’m fine! It’s just a little sore.” They tried to reason with him.

“We have qualifiers this weekend. I can’t have you there with a broken wrist. Now go to the medical room! Vincent help them with their skates please!” He called out. They huffed as they made their way over to the bench to take off their skates. Vincent met them over there and helped them untie their laces.

“Damn you hit the floor hard. Do you need help getting to the medical room?” He posed the question but they just waved them off. He got their skates off before helping them with their shoes.

“I’m fine, just, hurts a little.” They said and he finally slipped on their their other shoe tying their laces. “I could have done it you know.” They said arguing for the sake of arguing. He barked a laugh at them.

“Yeah sure, especially since you broke your writing hand.” He said eying them.

“ITS NOT BROKEN.” They yelled pushing him away lightly.

“What? Oh I get it! You want your hockey jock to feed you on your date.” He teased and did a kissing motion. Their eyes widened as they stood up quickly sticking their tongue out at him. He was like such a little brother to them.

“How’d you even know about Asher anyways?” They looked at him suspiciously.

“Angel.” He shrugged as they slung their bag over their shoulder.

They made their way out of the room and up the stairs to the medical room. They stopped in the door way as they heard muffled voices and couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“Now that you’re all fixed up, wanna tell me how exactly you managed this?” A thick southern drawl came through.

“Well Dr.Collins, I play hockey, and in hockey we play rough.” They said sarcastically.

“I know that,” his voice sounded much more annoyed. “How about you try not hurtin yourself once in a while.”

“How about you work on your bedside manner.” The voice snarked back.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll work on my bedside manner, when you work on your common sense.” It was then that they walked in and saw a man in a doctors coat with dirty blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. He wore glasses that fell to the bridge of his nose as he flicked the patient on the bed. They were covered in scars and bruises, their ankle was currently wrapped and raised above the bed. The moment seemed intimate, playful and semi-romantic.

They knocked on the door frame with their good hand before entering and the two figures in front of them split apart. The man coughed in his hand. Skater knew him well enough, having visited before.

“Ah hello Skates.” He smiled at them. “What happened?” He looked over them eyes drifting to their wrist. He scooted his stool over to his desk and patted the chair in front of him for them to sit on. “What did ya do?” He gently grabbed their wrist to look over it.

“Failed a quad flip. I’m fine though right? I can go back to practice?” They looked at him hopefully.

“Yeah, it just looks like some minor contusions and maybe a little strained. I wouldn’t go back today.” He took out a wrap for their wrist.

“But we have qualifiers..”

“This weekend I know. But you need to take care of yourself.” He said beginning to wrap the white fabric around their wrist.

“Hey!” The voice called from behind them. “You’re the person Asher is hitting on.” They smiled, smug with the blush that spread across the latters face.

“Oh, uhm yeah… we’re supposed to go to coffee after this…” they smiled.

“Just so you know, he loves Star Trek. He wouldn’t shut up about the fact that you like it too.” They laughed.

“Darlin, maybe you should leave that confession to Asher.” Sam spoke up looking at them through his glasses.

“It’s ok! Don’t worry.” They stood up as soon as Sam finished, noting that it was time for them to meet up with Asher. “You two should go on a date sometime too!” They winked before heading out the door, they couldn’t wait to see him.

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted sam #sam x darlin #redacted asmr asher #redacted shaw pack #redacted asher #redacted milo greer #redacted milo #miloxsweetheart #sweetheart #redacted sweetheart #redacted angel #david x angel #redacted baabe #redacted babe #asher x babe #redacted audio asher #redacted asmr shaw pack #redacted asmr david #redacted tank #redacted vincent #vincent x lovely #vincent solaire #william solaire #redacted william #redacted solaire clan

[dameronology]

STRANGER THINGS 4 SPOILERS hi! could you do hcs for a scenario that takes place during s4 where steve is with reader and how he would react to nancy’s piqued interest in him. the stancy stuff does not sit well with me this season tbh haha

noooo me neither😭😭 i can always see steve/nancy as like a high school couple but they put sm energy into making her & jonathan a better couple and they make so much more sense than her & steve i stg. i digress.

also low-key the start of these headcanons that give the backstory are FAR too long but i got a bit too into this ngl. this is pretty much spoiler free btw, but it's still tagged <3

ok so it should be said that nancy will always have a special place in steve's heart. you can accept that tbh, because she was his first love and you hold your first high school boyfriend in the same regard

like your mum always said you never forget your first love!! and tbh she was right but there's a difference between the person that made you giddy in senior year and the person that makes you feel whole and complete

for some people, those two might overlap; they might meet the love of their life in high school

however, the man you consider now to be the love of your life is the same man you considered in high school to be an absolute mughead with the stupidest hair you've ever seen

and you were the kid in his science class who gave him evils all the time and couldn't speak to him in a way that wasn't sarcastic

so it's safe to say that you guys didn't fall in love until way after you graduated; it was sort of unexpected and it made no sense at the time but the deeper you fell, the more you realise he might be the only thing that makes sense in this fucking world

steve harrington wasn't an asshole anymore. reality had humbled him, and now he still had all his good traits - the hair, the humour, the stupid smile and goofy aura - but he scooped ice cream for a living

you worked at starcourt too in the unit next door and after your parents moved into the house beside him, he kept driving past you on your way home til he began offering you lifts

after a few weeks of steve driving you home, having deep chats and screaming along to madonna, he asks you out

its not long before you're pretty much convinced you'll spend your life with him. maybe you're young and dumb still but you only ever feel truly at home with him

you know he still sees nancy about. it never bothers you - why would it? steve loves you and nancy & jonathan byers are a well-known couple

1986 is...different though. you & steve are as strong as ever but ongoing events have him closer and closer to nancy, who you know for a fact has been drifting apart from jonathan

you'd never want to assume anything, especially not someone you consider to be a friend.

but she looks at him the same way you do

which is when you're like OH

and yeah steve is a certified dumb ass (the word "himbo" didn't exist in the 80s but steve is a himbo and a himbo is steve) but hell even he can see it too

you don't want to feel insecure: you know that steve loves you but nancy is...nancy. she's pretty and smart and way better at all of this upside down shit than you. she makes it all look naturally

steve brings it up straight away as soon as you're home that night. there's no beating around the bush. he just kinda puts his hands on your shoulders and forces you to look him in the eye

"i know what you're thinking," he says, "but i promise, no matter what, i love you"

it's nice, actually, that he just reassures you without a second thought

bc even though he loved nancy wheeler at one point in his life, he's gonna love you for the rest of it

#asks #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington reader insert #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #strangers things x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 spoilers #sr 4 spoilers #stranger things spoilers