#everything I eat is being rejected. please please god

[jockpoetry]

I know it’s almost February because out of nowhere my body has decided it doesn’t want to be a body.

#talkin to myself #everything I eat is being rejected. please please god #I’m down to saltines & a hard boiled egg right now 😭 I wanna kms

[peachypinkygloss]

cherry — jjk

Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

⚡︎ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

⚡︎ genre: friends with benefits to lovers, college au, smut

⚡︎ word count: 2.9k

⚡︎ warnings: pussy drunk jk because there's no way he wouldn't be, jk's a simp, they're kinda corny but whatever i like that about them, public sex, unprotected sex, oral (f & m), cunnilingus, handjob, overstimulation, cum eating.

a.n.: jk in a tank + hooded jacket has me acting up bruh, quick put me in jail ‼️ literally wrote this in one night send help. as always, don't thank me 💋 please, tell me if you liked it or not 🫶

"Stop..." You whine, gripping his hair in your fists. "Jungkookie!" You insist even more as you try to push his head away from the area between your legs, but Jungkook doesn't budge an inch. You squirm around and cry pathetically, but it doesn't alert him at all.

He keeps licking and slurping until no arousal is left, but more always comes out of your hole, so he continues and continues... Oh, you wonder how this man can be so hungry even after eating the whole plate he ordered. You told him to not follow you into the bathroom, but Jungkook never listens, does he?

You pull on his black locks and the only answer you receive is a disapproval grunt from him. You sob, so overwhelmed and tired, but you can't deny how good his tongue feels on your naked core.

He already got two orgasms out of you, one with his fingers patting gently your sweet spot and the other by sucking avidly on your clit. You don't remember which one came first and maybe they both happened at the same time. You don't really know.

You're so overstimulated, but his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud have you over the edge again. It hurts badly good. Does it even make sense? Whatever, it makes sense to you.

You two hooking up in a bathroom while your friends are waiting outside is bad, while having Jungkook's head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man is good. A little too good.

You place a hand behind you on the counter, the other holding tightly his hair in your fist, not caring if you pull too harshly. If his scalp stings, it's in no comparison to the heavy pulsations in your clit.

"Jungkook, fuck," you curse, throwing your back against the wall, just beside the mirror. "God, this is too much!" You yelp and close your legs, pushing his head away from your drenched pussy.

He doesn't fight back and he peeks out from between your thighs, looking up at you. Your heart skips a beat when you see his face and how messy he looks because of you.

His lips and chin are glistening in your juices, tongue darting out to lick them clean. Some of his curls are broken, hair tousled around, and you really can tell you were pulling on them seconds ago. Just the thought that his face was buried between your legs, insanely making out with your cunt, makes your stomach clench.

How can he be so passionate about something that isn't even his? He's really trying hard to make you fall in love with him and you have to admit he's doing good so far. If dating Jungkook means receiving head everyday you might stop rejecting him and consider letting him have a chance.

But you don't feel like it right now, even though he's treating you like a real princess. Being chased is really fun, you're about to become addicted to that treatment.

"Just a little bit more, okay, baby? Just another one, let me do that, please," he begs, but in the end he always does whatever he wants to you. You rarely say no to him and his filthy mouth, and even if you would say no, you doubt he would listen.

"My clit will fall out," you sigh, so weak against his pleas. Nonetheless, you slowly pull your legs apart, revealing your core to him again, totally at the mercy of his insatiable hunger.

He looks at your crotch, pouting slightly, showing a bit of compassion. But him having pity for you doesn't mean he'll stop, oh no, not at all.

"Don't say that," he scolds, staring at your swollen clit. "It'll feel really good, I promise, baby," he coos and you can only believe him. He softly blows on your sensitive bud, making you flinch, and a smug smirk appears on his face.

"Okay..." You capitulate, gasping when his mouth finds its spot on your pussy a second time.

On the other hand, there are your nipples, hard and puffy, wanting Jungkook's attention badly. You wish he would focus on something else than your cunt, but he's stubborn and when he wants something, he has it.

You play with your nipples through the material of your dress since you decided to not wear a bra today. You pinch and pull on them, moaning sweetly as the knot at the pit of your stomach tightens with Jungkook's ministrations.

His strong and veiny hands hold up your thighs while he enters and exits your pussy with his sturdy tongue, his big nose brushing against your clit so deliciously.

You can't believe he uses his nose voluntarily, actually knowing it's doing something, unlike most men who literally have no idea what they are doing with their hands and mouth. Jungkook is so passionate about cunnilingus, you're lucky to have him, honestly.

"Close," you warn him hurriedly, scrunching your eyes shut as you feel your high approaching really soon. It's going to be intense, you sense it. It burns in your belly, it twists and it tightens, making you go crazy over Jungkook's mouth. "Fuck, Kookie, please!"

You rub your pussy in his face and he groans deeply, appreciating your enthusiasm for his incredible skills. He hears you and fastens the pace of his tongue, moving his head from side to side, his nose pressing against your clit.

Your orgasm shoots through you and you moan out your pleasure, cumming hard on Jungkook's tongue. He hums contently as your thighs shake beside his head, his hand palming your soft flesh, leaving beautiful marks behind.

You come down from your high, letting out a long sigh, totally pleased with what just happened. He licks you clean, collecting your arousal on his tongue and drinking it as if it was pure water.

He stands up when he's finished, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You look absolutely dead, which is understandable after Jungkook just forced three orgasms out of your poor body.

He looks satisfied, and you wonder if he's still hungry. He probably is, which would be insane, but what's not crazy with this man.

He doesn't waste time before he's kissing you sensually, tasting yourself on his tongue, fighting for dominance as you let him have it. After all, you're too tired to fight for anything.

Though you're exhausted, the bulge in his pants catches your attention. He presses it against you and you feel it really clearly, erected and hard just for you.

You break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you slide off the countertop. "What do we do about that?" You purr, sneaking a hand between your two bodies and reaching his hard cock trapped in his jeans.

He hisses, grabbing your wrist as if to remove your hand, but he keeps it there, even though he's really sensitive. "We leave it as it is," he says seriously and you frown, a pout forming on your lips.

"Oh, don't be a gentleman, Kook," you reply quickly, determined to return the favour. "Let me suck your dick, please. I'll be such a good girl," you insist and he can't refuse you.

"I'm all yours, then," he grins, letting go of your wrist.

You push him against the nearest wall and you drop on your knees instantly. Your bones hitting the floor tile isn't gentle, but you'll suffer through any pain if it means sucking this pretty man's dick. Right, maybe you're a little whipped for Jungkook, but that doesn't mean anything. Or does it...?

You stroke him over his pants, feeling his length and his girth under all those pieces of clothes. You extend your arm to reach the zipper of his hooded jacket, tugging it down open. You look up at him while doing so, noticing his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He's focused on your movements, watching your hands on him as if it's a movie, wanting to remember each second of it.

You go under his white tank top, running your delicate fingers over his abs, loving the feeling of his muscles under your palm. They tense a little bit at your contact and you can't help but smile, enjoying how much Jungkook isn't indifferent to your touch at all.

"Stop playing," he breathes out, wanting you to get your hands on what's really aching right now.

"I'm sorry," you apologize in a low tone, even though you don't really feel bad for him. He gave you three orgasms one after the other without listening to your complaints, didn't he?

You finally free his cock out, this one springing out excitedly, standing tall against his stomach. Jungkook releases a breath of relief, burying his tattooed fingers in your hair by reflex. You don't mind the pulling, you love it, in fact. It tells you he's enjoying himself and it reminds you he still has control over your actions.

"You know what happens to bad girls, sweetheart," he says and it sounds like a warning. A quite exciting warning, you won't lie. "Make me proud and act good," Jungkook orders from above, your eyes up on him as you nod your head in response.

Your gaze shifts down to his hard cock, slightly curved with a vein along it. You lick your lips, now understanding the hunger Jungkook felt when he had your pussy in his face. The eagerness to please him is real.

You wrap your fingers around him, liking how stiff he feels under your palm, and put his leaking tip into the warmth of your mouth. "Ah, fuck," he curses under his breath, his head rolling back and hitting the wall behind. He closes his eyes, feeling every inch of his length that enters your mouth. "So fucking good."

As he praises you like you're nothing less than a goddess, you swallow his dick, exactly the way he likes it, the way he showed you. You breathe through your nose, Jungkook being specially big for your mouth, but you surely won't give up so soon.

You said you'll pay him back and you stick to your words. Especially after those fantastic orgasms he gave you tonight.

You palm gently his balls — which he's really sensitive to — while you start bobbing your head over him. Your eyes are quick to water and you blink to pry the tears away, unbothered if your makeup gets smudged. You hear deep moans and groans from Jungkook, telling how good you're being.

You keep your tongue flat underneath him and hollow your cheeks to maximize his pleasure. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your head over his cock as he watches it disappear and reappear between your lips.

He's entirely coated in your spit, length glistening under the bathroom's lights as you bounce your head over him. The situation feels really filthy and the fact that you're in a restaurant, your friends probably wondering what's taking you both so long, is making everything more arousing.

Jungkook didn't even hesitate when he discreetly followed you to the toilet, locking the door before sneaking his large hands under the skirt of your dress. You've let him touch you, let him sit you down on the sink counter, let him slide your panties off. And you don't regret it.

You're even grateful he followed you because now you have to listen to his beautiful moans like it's a melody and suck his dick like it's a cherry lollipop — your favourite.

"Let me... Let me," he rasps out, swallowing to ease his dried throat. You glance up at him when you hear him begin to talk, wondering what he has to say. "Ask you out on a date," he finishes and the lopsided smile on his face has your stomach fluttering.

You pull him out with a 'pop', stroking his wet cock as you collect your thoughts. Is he really asking you out right now? As you're sucking the soul out of him?

"Aren't we already on a date?" You wonder, knowing it's not the answer he wants. You're just not totally ready to give a response to that, not even think about it. You prefer to avoid, prefer to tease.

He frowns cutely, passing his fingers through your tangled hair. He wets his pink lips and looks at you as he reflects, shaking his head. "This isn't a date," he replies. "I want to be with you, only you, baby."

He's referring to your night out with your friends, explaining a real date will be you as his only company. He sounds sure of himself, completely convinced that what he wants and needs is a date with you.

Somewhere you'd choose because he believes the place doesn't matter as long as you're happy with it. Somewhere he can learn more about you, more about your personality and the people you love. He wants to get to know you, know how much sugar you put in your coffee and know if you take your shower in the morning or at night.

He wants to know the simple and the difficult things.

Everything. He wants you to tell him everything about you because he's absolutely in love. Stupidly, drunkly in love with you.

"I want to know you," he confesses and you swear your heart just did a jump in your chest.

"You know me more than anybody else, Jungkook," you flirt, smiling as you stroke him gently, elongating the pleasure. "In every way and angle possible."

It makes him chuckle, his eyes blown out in lust. He shows his cute bunny teeth, a smile you realize you don't want to lose — yes, even when giving him a handjob.

"Let me have my chance, you won't regret it," Jungkook promises, his thumb passing over your cheek, leaving your poor heart incredulous, but still wanting to believe every single word that escapes his mouth.

You don't respond right away, a bit lost in your own thoughts. You've only said good things about Jungkook since you started hooking up and all of your girlfriends are team Jungkook since the beginning. You've even lost the count of his green flags.

Maybe you should let yourself be more vulnerable and be open with him about your feelings. You realize that all this time the one you weren't trusting with your emotions was you, not him.

"I'll fuck you right every day, you'll just have to ask," he adds on and you roll your eyes playfully, smiling at his silly words. "Even on the week-ends. Especially Sunday," he smirks, saying everything to convince you, even what seems stupid because at this point, he knows you've already fell for him.

You swallow him in a swift motion, lubricating his cock more as there was a bit less saliva left on him. You pull out and start pumping him again.

"Why Sundays?" At your question he grins even more, as if he knows his answer will please you.

"Because it's the day of the week you hate the most," he explains, biting down on his bottom lip as the knot in his stomach begins to tighten. "Gonna make it the one you love the most."

You can't help but grin back, connecting your gaze with him. You break eye-contact to tilt your head down and take him back into your mouth. He takes a hold of your hair again and his grip is rough, making your scalp burn.

You whine around him, sucking him like there's no tomorrow. He quickly comes close to his high, saying a bunch of profanity under his breath. He directs the movements of your head, making you take all of him at once, then sliding back up to just have the tip in your mouth.

"Shit, baby," he slurs out, wet curly bangs covering his forehead. His big brown eyes don't leave you, watching you like you're a living piece of art. "Gonna cum, don't stop," he announces and you doubt you'll stop with his hand behind your head, controlling each one of your moves.

You hum around him and place your hands on his strong thighs, sensing his muscles tensing up as he comes undone in you. He steadies your head over him, nose pressed down on his shaved pelvis.

He softly moans, pink lips parting to let the sounds out. He fills your mouth up with his cum, cock twitching as he spills everything he can in you.

He carefully slips out of your mouth and you don't wait to swallow everything before sticking your tongue out to prove him. He smiles, patting your head gently. "What a good girl," he compliments, satisfied with your instant obedience.

You stand up on sore legs as Jungkook stuff himself back in his pants, pulling the zipper of his jeans up. He replaces his tank top over his stomach, covering the band of his Calvin Klein boxers that peaks out.

He brings you closer to him by the waist and you giggle, playing with his silver chain he wears around his neck. "What do you say?"

You sigh, pretending like he annoys you, but your smile totally betrays you. "One date," you accept and he's about to kiss you, but you stop him before he can. "But I chose where we go... and you can't follow me to the bathroom anymore!"

Jungkook chuckles, cupping your jaw and giving you a kiss on the lips. "Deal." As you're about to go back to your table, he hands you something and your eyes widen when you see your panties. "Don't forget that, I'm the only one allowed to see what's under that pretty dress."

You take back your underwear, stepping into the holes then sliding them up your legs. "Shut up," you quickly say before exiting the bathroom, Jungkook behind you.

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Do not ask for a part 2.

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts scenarios #bts drabble #jungkook fic #jungkook imagines #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader

[yanderenightmare]

more gojo with curse!darling please! i lobe this concept<3

Gojo Satoru

P1 & P3

TW: abduction and captivity, mild condescension, mild coercion, NSFW hints, some descriptions of darling, but nothing too specific, a joke dissing people with blue eyes and pale skin

gn reader - fem labels (drama queen) & fem accessories (jewelry: various)

He kept you like one would a stray cat. Leaving you be as you found places of comfort around his apartment, hiding when you wanted to be left alone – which was almost always.

You hadn’t warmed up to him yet. Understandably so.

He’d set out food for you, locking the door with seals when leaving – scoffing out a laugh after coming home only to find the dish still on the table. He keeps forgetting you don’t eat.

You may look it, but you’re not exactly human.

But you are getting thinner, unfortunately. Suppose his apartment isn’t ideal hunting ground for a curse. And as you’ve gotten weaker, you’ve become wilder – primitive in a way – hissing at him when he gets too close – feeling vulnerable. 

You’re very cute.

But, cute or not, he doesn’t want to starve you. He isn’t cruel. So he walks and wonders what it is that you would find appetizing. 

Watching your behavior – how you sneak around his apartment looting – like a crow – collecting shiny objects to deck yourself in. Stealing all his rings, chains, watches, belt buckles, manchets, any gold or silver-rimmed glasses, and anything else you can use as jewelry – old coins, can tabs, all the silverware – along with everything else you deem pretty – fabrics, flowers, decorations, all his silk shirts. 

You rob anything and everything of value, making a nest of it all in the tub. 

His theory is that the bathroom is the shiniest place in the house and, therefore, where you feel you most belong. You sleep there despite him having given you a room – coveting all your findings.

He’s never really thought about how a curse can have such behaviorism. It’s not too odd to keep tamed ones as pets, but still, he’s never thought about why one would aside from utilizing them in combat. But you weren’t made for such intents and purposes. You were… just fascinating to have. Not far off from being an exotic pet.

But even for a curse, you’re unusual.

It’s not fear or death you thrive on. It’s… something a lot more innocent, actually – which is probably why you have no malicious instincts to hurt him – not that you could if you tried. But he can tell… you don’t want to be a curse, do you? In fact, those few times he has nicknamed you curse, you’ve scowled at him a little more than usual. 

No, what you desire is devotion – to be worshipped. 

What you want is to be a god.

Quite like him, actually. You like having your ego stroked. 

It’s your pride that needs feeding, and he can only asses that it feasts on people’s mad desire for you – of which he has plenty to give.

But you reject it.

“I won’t rely on the pity of a filthy jujutsu sorcerer. I’d rather starve.” You tell him with a sneer, curling yourself up with folded arms upon your chest – pouting with eyes closed, drowned in your treasure bath as though everything wasn’t nicking your skin, trying to ignore him.

He slants his head to the side, crouched down beside you with his arms resting on the tub, a smirk on his face – playing cute as he reaches a slim finger out to touch your cheek.

“Won’t you let a filthy jujutsu sorcerer worship you a bit? Trust me, a curse has never made me feel so weak before. Don’t you think I’d make for the best beggar?” 

You grimace, brows deepening into a vexed frown without opening your eyes, but you don’t flinch away. “I won’t be patronized. You keep playing with me like I’m your toy.”

“Maybe a little,” He chuckles softly. You’re such an honest and expressive little curse. “But I do think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen~”

“Naturally.” You reply simply, the furrow in your brow softening, but you don’t offer much more.

“Come on, pretty curse.” He drawls. “Let me help you before you waste away.”

You scoff. “Tch- foolish, selfish human… you really are such an ugly thing to behold.” The furl returns, but still, you keep your eyes closed. “Do you honestly think that your rancid touch is going to save me?” Then you laugh – harshly and mockingly. “Please, don’t flatter yourself. A god requires offerings left at their shrine, not the filthy touch of the peasants that leave them.” Your nose scrunches suggestively. “You should consider it a blessing to even be allowed to look at me.”

Vain and stubborn, he thinks. You are the curse of beauty. But still, he's never experienced rejection before.

Suppose he has to try a little harder…

He soon finds himself courting you. Trying to make you comfortable.

He starts giving you gifts – first, silver silk bedsheets that lure you into sleeping in your bed instead of the bathtub, along with other changes that make your room more appealing – ornate wallpaper, canopy drapes surrounding the bed, and a smaller chandelier for the ceiling. Happy to see you abandon your former treasure in the tub in favor of your new dwelling.

Then he gifts you other pretty articles – clothes and such that actually fit you – patterned silks and lace. He attempts to give you clothes you can use to cover up more of yourself, but you seem partial to wearing less – most comfortable in just an elegant kimono you can easily discard on the floor.

You’re confusing like that – walking around his apartment half-naked but hissing and scowling at him when he stares.

It’s more the jewelry you enjoy wearing – crowns, earrings, necklaces, body chains, rings for your fingers and toes, bracelets for your wrists and ankles – everything in abundance. Jingling when you step about.

You seem healthier after receiving his presents. Also, a bit less skeptical – now engaging in conversation with him – although often about what his next gifts will be and if he can buy you diamonds and rubies for you to bead your hair.

“Sorry, but the banks closed. I’m not giving you a single dime, your highness.” He laughs one day, eyes bright and smiling, watching the puzzlement befall your face before the spread of horror that soon followed after hearing his next words. “In fact, I’m gonna start taking things away.”

“You wouldn’t-” Your voice had dropped into something so weak it was adorable, no longer having that strident overconfidence you’d built up.

It makes him feel almost bad watching your face drain and become so distressed like a spoiled little brat who’d just been told no for the first time.

“Oh- I would.” He grinned like it was all only a cruel joke to him – something just for shits and giggles. “Satoru Gojo giveth and Satoru Gojo taketh away.”

“But-” Your lip wobbles, and he can spot the tears brimming in your eyes already.

He doesn’t let it bother him. Or at least he doesn’t let it show.

“I think I’ll start with all your jewelry- how about that necklace you’re wearing right now?” He threatens, pale hand reaching towards your neck to pull your pearls off – but you shrink into a ball on the floor before he has the chance to.

“No, no, no, don’t-” You start sobbing, and he thinks it’s the first time he’s seen a curse be so sad and desperate.

Not to mistake those countless curses he’d made cry and plead for their life, but that wasn’t what you were doing. You were grieving. 

You’re really such a simple thing, aren’t you?

His smile softens into something not so cruel. Crouching down to your level, placing his hand atop your head where you’re bowed and bawling, petting you soothingly. “Okay then, drama queen. Stop your crying. I’ll let you keep it.”

You raise your head, hopeful. Looking at him with terribly puffy eyes - cheeks streaked with teardrops hanging off your lashes. Looking so pained and vulnerable, it made his heart ache at the sight. 

You don’t say anything but he can tell there’s a question on your lips you’re unable to voice.

“Under one condition.” He answers. 

You flinch when his hand slides from your hair to cup your cheek, holding your chin as he rolls on his feet and places a kiss on your salty lips.

You gasp and allow it for a second but then abruptly push him off – falling back on your butt. “No- you’ll make me filthy.” You rush out. “Beauty is meant to be admired, not reaped. It’s not right. You can’t-”

He watches you blush and stutter and thinks it’s silly how he hasn’t thought about it before. But now it’s become clear. Curses spawn from human fears, after all. It’s not strange that they’re so similar. But still… he’d never think a curse would be afraid of losing their virginity.

“It’s okay,” He coos, setting his knees down softly – crawling forward to where you sit, hiding your face behind small hands decked in too many rings. “I’m not gonna stain you…” He promises, his breath warm on your skin. “I’m gonna make you feel like the most desired diety in the world.”

Your breath shivers as he takes your hands and uncovers your face – eyes wide looking at him.

“And after I’m done admiring you, I’ll get you more diamonds and rubies than you can count.”

You swallow – eyes skittering from one of his blue ones to the other.

“Really?” It’s below a whisper.

“You bet.” He answers with a smile, flashing you a smirk. “I’ll get you enough to swim in.”

Your nose does a little twitch like it usually does, but this time, it’s not to express disgust. “Do you promise?” You bite your lip – staring at him.

“Let’s make it a binding vow.”

And that’s the arrangement.

You let him admire you in ways you’ve never let anyone else before, but only if he fulfills all your greedy heart’s desires.

He doesn’t mind. It’s nice to have something to spend money on that’s worth it.

You’ll lie next to him and he’ll get to study you up close – finding things that betray you – model details that aren’t in line with human imperfections. Missing bone structure, flawless symmetry, hairless skin devoid of any and all accent of mark or spot – just smooth milky texture without a single fault.

He says it’s sad – that the standard for beauty isn’t even achievable, to which you reply that it’s only fair everyone should be subject to the same disappointment, never to achieve perfection like you.

He asks if you think he’s really that ugly. And you say yes.

“Liar.” He accuses. Head propped on his hand, his hair a tousled mess lying in the bed beside you.

You’re looking up at the ceiling but close your eyes insouciantly at his comment. You tip your chin a bit as you speak – lips pouty and proud. “Lies are an ugly trade- in which I don’t partake.”

“Oh, really?” He rolls on top of you and you give a whine. Looking up into his sparkling blues and how his pearly hair falls loose and wispy. “Then look me in my eyes and tell me I’m ugly.” He dares.

“Puh-” You scoff, folding your arms above your puffed chest, looking off to the side, still with eyes closed as though to dismiss him like you so often do. “Men with beady bright blue eyes and pink skin look like pigs.”

You sneak a peek with one eye when he doesn’t answer. He’s still looking down at you – still daring you. 

And you continue. Raising a finger to nudge his nose up. “Say oink-oink, piggy.”

He brushes your finger away as he leans in closer. Now with his nose rubbing yours.

“Tell me I’m ugly.” He repeats – his voice dipping low into that serious tone that makes your breath tight and your stomach flurry.

“You’re-” You try but it ends up swallowed, stifled beneath those big worldly blues. “You’re…” You try again but it’s worse than the first time, making you bite your lip. He’s not budging.

You look away. Feeling defeated and mopey because of it.

“You’re not as pretty as me.” You finally sulk.

So cutely grumpy with your pursed lips and vexed brow, he just has to laugh. “Tch- now that we can both agree on.”

And then he forces you to laugh too – beginning to snort like a boar into your ear, placing sloppy kisses to your neck while you scream out that it tickles.

P1 & P3

#yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #yandere gojo x reader #yandere gojo satoru #yandere gojo #yandere satoru gojo #jjk smut #jujustu kaisen headcanons #gojo headcanons

[desafinado]

𓆩♡𓆪 oblivious crushes hcs

their crush on you is as clear as day, but you seem to be wearing sunglasses

°｡⋆ kaveh, alhaitham, kaeya x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ fluff, maybe a bit ooc alhaitham, lots of touchy/clingy :( and some angst in kaeya's part

note: i haven’t gone too far into sumeru yet D: (purely bc of laziness and college) so that’s why alhaitham might be a bit ooc… but! i hope yall enjoy, i had fun. (ps. this was inspired by my short convo with @kana-dayo , i hope u don't mind the tag just tell me if you want me remove it!!)

kaveh ♡

it threw for him a loop the first time. you were both walking down the port at sunset when he asked if you liked him, and you said of course you love him and you couldn’t ask for a better friend.

he thought you had rejected him when and was genuinely heartbroken for a day, until you visited the next day acting as if everything was fine.

he did not know how to proceed, but he did with caution… when he realized, you genuinely did not understand, he decided to build up the romance before asking you again.

he started making it known to you (and everyone else in the room) that he wanted to spend time with you.

“alhaitham, if you could give us a moment or tw-” “no.” “we’re having dinner out then, dear, lets go.”

of course, he would never do anything that might make you uncomfortable, the moment you express any discomfort or hesitance, he backs off.

that being said, you have never really done such, most times you’re even encouraging him

“kaveh… hugs now please :( “

and how can he not deny you?

speaking of which, he also tried to make more gentle subtle touches, taking your hand when you both walked, placing a hand on the small of your back, hugs that lasted just a second too long.

by the end of it he was extraordinarily clingy, one of his favorite moments is when your head is on his lap and he gets to caress your head.

he acts nonchalantly about it, and so do you. little did you know was that he never did that with anyone else.

“what do you mean kaveh doesn’t like hugging? we spend hours cuddling on the couch..”

to be honest he doesn’t really think much of it either, touching you is like second nature to him. you don’t mind either, because for some odd reason, it just feels right.

he’s almost certain that you like him too, but he’s too afraid to confirm it. he’d much rather stay like this in some sort of limbo between friends and lovers.

but eventually, it eats him up. he needs some sort of closure, even if it meant the collapse of his lovey-dovey facade.

everything’s in place. he had gone through all the scenarios, he knew you were in a good mood, and alhaitham was all the way in sumeru city. everything was perfect for him to make his move, all he needed was you.

“kaveh, what’s all this?”

a picnic blanket was spread out on the grass, a strawberry shortcake, sandwiches and wine laid on top. kaveh stood before it, his familiar smile inviting you to come closer. “ah, i have to admit, it is something a bit special so, please have a seat.”

you follow his advice and gently rest on the blanket, careful not to disturb kaveh’s work. he does the same and sighs. “hm… is this an anniversary or celebration of some sort? did you finally pay off your debt?” you start to ask excitedly, getting a bit ahead of yourself. kaveh simply shakes his head, chuckling softly.

“no, dear. on the contrary, if this all falls through, it could be my funeral.”

you give him a curious glance, tilting your head. he takes both his hands in yours and squeezes them gently.

“nothing that serious, do you remember when i asked you if you liked me?”

“yes… and i still do, if that’s what your concerned about.”

“when i said that, i meant to ask if you liked me as more than just a friend.”

…

…

“you mean… like family? like sibli-”

“no, no, dear god no. i mean like… lovers.”

your face turns red at the mention of that word, lovers. it implied romantic love, of course; you weren’t that dense. he’s looking straight into your eyes, awaiting a response, but your lips feel as though they’ve frozen in place. a few more seconds of silence pass, and his lips purse into a heavy frown.

“ah, i’m sorry, if you don’t… i just couldn’t go on like this, pretending that we were something more, living in ignorant bliss. i truly am sorry.”

“no, wait. kaveh…”

you finally build up the courage to speak, letting go of his hands and caressing his cheek. if there’s something you can’t ignore, its the way he’s putting himself down.

“i-i like you that way too, i just didn’t want to believe it either. i… i didn’t want to delude myself into that, so i never entertained the possibility that-”

his tender lips find yours in a kiss, interrupting your rambling along with any doubt the two of you had left. just like all of his other touches, the kiss felt right, familiar, and simply satisfying.

alhaitham ♡

feelings, specifically love, are a far too strong force that many times they most certainly overcome any logic of even the most robotic of personalities; enter alhaitham.

normally, he would be upfront about these sorts of things, giving them the ultimatum. letting them choose to accept or reject his feelings.

but this time, he didn’t want to give you that chance. he needed you to accept him, he couldn’t imagine any other possibility.

so what does he do? he takes a chance with the whole concept of “romancing” in order to win your heart.

he makes an effort to be around you more, he’ll listen to your long winded rants about the most random topics.

“so, why do you care about this again?” “i just do, i’m not quite sure why honestly.” “that’s understandable, please go on.”

he’s never been one to care about how others might perceive him, how others might react to his actions, but he cares so much about you and he wants you to trust him.

once he notices the way your lips curl up when he enters a room or the way you look at him when you feel a bit overwhelmed, he takes this as a sign that he can try being a bit more touchy.

he never really understood the appeal of it, until he felt how warm you were, how your skin brushing against his made him feel a bit more understood and loved.

and you don’t mind one bit, in fact, you’re happy that he has you to lean on (literally and metaphorically)

but you imagine his roommates' surprise to find alhaitham on the couch cuddled up with someone he had never even met.

“wake them up, and you will sleep outside.”

he truly believes he’s being subtle, but everyone (well those who have the courage to) teases him about it.

he brushes it off, but warns them not to tell you or else…

however, when he starts moving onto more overt and blatant shows of affections, he is sorely disappointed to realize that you are not catching on.

he’d gift you flowers before every outing, call you cute nicknames, and even be more honest with his own feelings.

a polite smile, a thank you, and enthusiastic nod was all you ever responded with.

he was disappointed in himself, he thought he must’ve done something wrong, that he must’ve made you uncomfortable.

he needs to confront you about this in his own way, for his sake and yours.

“it’s you…”

his voice rings out like a bell in a cathedral, snapping you back into reality. he had requested for you to meet him at one of the gazebos near the akademiya. stars had been showered upon the night sky, and it was all you could look at, until alhaitham’s voice, of course. you turn around and chuckle at his awe-stricken face.

“glad to see you too. your letter sounded quite urgent, is something the matter?”

upon seeing you, he can’t control his movements, rushing towards you and taking you into a dramatic hug. you’re quick to hug him back, offering him any and all support he might need. he buries his head into your shoulder, taking in your scent, and touch, enjoying it while it lasts. his voice almost cracks as he speaks.

“yes. i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable with my… advances. i understand if you never want to see me again.”

the shock is almost enough to knock you over, but you simply pull away and look at him with deep concern. you didn’t know where he was coming from, and you had never seen him like this.

“advances? what sort of advances?”

“the romantic ones?”

“oh! towards who? i don’t mind at all, really.”

its his turn widen his eyes, he closes his eyes and pauses. he needs to pick his next words carefully, he really wants this to be a swift death, no point in dragging his heart against the pavement.

“towards you…? the one i love is you.”

he finally admits, hoping you finally understand. he’s run out of words to say, ways to express his unwavering love for you. you flicker between his eyes and lips, confirming if what he says is true, and what he feels is real; after a moment, you speak up.

“i’m sorry, i never… i knew you were opening up, but i didn’t stop to think…”

you calmly take him back into your arms, letting his head rest back on your shoulder. you stroke his hair slowly, trying to soothe him. “i was already so happy that you seemed to be opening up to me, i didn’t realize you meant it in that way. i didn’t want to push it any further than necessary.” he allows you to touch and pamper him, allowing himself the privilege of your tender care.

“i see. so you weren’t comfortable with it? you’re not comfortable with me…?”

“no, alhaitham. i’m more than comfortable with you, and i’d do all those things with you again.”

you blush, understanding the implications of what you had just said. you just opened yourself to him, laid yourself out for him to accept or reject. you close your eyes, bracing for what comes next, when you suddenly feel yourself being lifted up and spun around gently.

“alhaitham!”

“that’s all i needed to hear, darling. from this day on, we can do all those things and more… again and again, everyday.”

kaeya ♡

he likes to tease, that is no question. making others red in the face, in anger or embarrassment, is a pastime of his.

but why is it that you of all people, his one and only crush, remain unaffected?

its not like you even have a snarky remark back or try to hide your embarrassment, you simply let it pass as though it was the cool summer breeze against your skin.

“oh my… shouldn’t you take me out to dinner first?” “uh why?”

you surely enjoyed his company and the silly jokes he’d make, even though there would be times you just didn’t understand what he was talking about.

other than that, he’d often be extra chivalrous towards you, holding the door for you, taking your hand as you walk down the stairs… but i mean that’s how knights just are, right?

though you can often feel his overprotective step out, especially when it comes to your safety, you once again chalk it to him in his cavalry captain mode.

only his closest friends and allies can detect the minor difference in his behavior around you, except you, of course. it doesn’t bother him, because it only solidifies his love for you, how serious he is about you.

sometimes he truly is just amazed with the way your mind works to rule out all romantic possibilities, its like the notion of love does not even exist to you.

he doesn’t mind it one bit, though. if anything, he wishes to be the person who introduces you to love.

he knows he can reveal his feelings at any moment, but he wants you to figure it out for yourself, that epiphany of love is something he feels everyone should experience…

that is until he catches you blushing with another person.

“oh yeah! they’ve been talking to them the entire night… they’re really hitting it off, i don’t-”

every word after that is just muffled noise to him. he didn’t understand the feeling coursing through his vein. it was a poignant mixture of jealousy, sadness, and disappointment in himself.

he immediately steps out of angel’s share, not even bothering with a drink to drown his feelings. he thought he was special to you, the way you were to him.

that’s when the creaking of the tavern doors catches his attention, revealing you.

“oh, hi.”

your voice was timid in the chilly night atmosphere, the silence between you and kaeya almost deafening. he huffs and crosses his arms, trying to pretend as if he hadn’t just felt his heart rip, shatter and

“hey, so what are you doing here? i know you’re not one for taverns, most specially on a wednesday night.”

he doesn’t miss a beat, starting his investigation. your eyes widen at his unusually stern demeanor; its not like you haven’t seen this side of him, but you don’t know have a clue as to where it's coming from. you start to sober up, feeling the excitement and adrenaline of the bar leave you. “honestly, i had nothing better to do… and i was trying to get out of my comfort zone.”

he raises an eyebrow at your seemingly simple explanation; you didn’t have any reason to lie, and to be fair, it wasn’t like he had a right to know anyways. his posture relaxes as gives you his arm, gesturing for you to take it; you, having no reason to deny him, take his arm in yours. you both start walking down the streets, no definite destination in mind.

“Is something wrong, kaeya?”

the glazed look in your eyes is something he can’t ignore, and he knows you won’t ignore his furrowed eyebrows either. he sighs letting the cold air entering his lungs, as if numbing himself before the storm truly begins.

“yes, actually there is. could i be a burden to you?”

“kaeya… you know you can always talk to me about your feelings, you’re no burden to me.”

a bitter chuckle escapes his lips, acting as if he truly had nothing left to lose. “that’s why i love you, you know? ah… i thought i’d be saying this in a drunken stammer or you’d hear from rosaria or lisa, but i’m more sober than ever and… i love you so much it hurts.”

suddenly, his touch feels much colder than it ever has, sending a shiver down your spine. you pause for a moment, the adrenaline and heat rising back up.

“k-kaeya, wait… i love you too. i’m-”

“you needn’t spare my feelings or lie. perhaps it was my fault for letting my pride get the best of me, and now you’ve been swept away by someone else, someone who makes you blush.”

your eyebrows curved into a straight line, clearly baffled by kaeya’s assumptions. yes, you were a bit oblivious when it came to love, so you feel like you’d take note if “someone swept you away”.“kaeya, i have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you’re referring to my demeanor in the bar, i was…” you face only gets redder by the moment. “i-i don’t hold my alcohol very well…”

kaeya pauses for a second, his lips parting in a small o-shape. he feels like such a fool for jumping to assumptions so quickly, but he quickly regains his composure realizing something far more crucial, a smirk plastered onto his face.

“i see. so you like me after all? and i’ve finally managed to fluster you”

“n-no, you didn’t! the alcohol just hasn’t-”

“aha, so you do love me? dear, just say the word, and i’m all yours.”

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#genshin imagines #genshin x reader #kaveh #kaveh x reader #kaeya x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin hcs #genshin impact

[fairytsuk1]

Could you write something how alexis would deal with a needy gf? He seems so busy and all that he wouldnt have time for a gf and then theyd argue but make up afterwards ofc

alex with a needy gf

honestly yall you cannot show your neediness before the relationship or he's running for the hills LIKEE i'm sorry but he def does need someone mildly independent in order for him to feel safe to enter a loving space

once you're together, though? well he's literally locked in. he'd definitely feel so bad being with you and having to manage the server, his channels, and everything else. coming out to see you fast asleep on the couch makes his heart hurt. is it really worth the eyebags and sudden colds? to leave you on the couch as the sun sets back on the earth? suddenly, work didn't seem all too important.

he really starts putting in hard work once he realizes he can't have his cake and eat it too. it's thrilling! finally, his shoulders aren't clenched up to his ears and he has less headaches. you do all the things he needs.

you crawl into his lap like you belong there, and you do. he swears he could almost hear you purr as you nuzzled into his neck, "hey there, what's up?"

"just missed you," you mumble lazily, "i wanna stay in here while you work."

"babe..." he'll get distracted, you'll distract him, but your frustrated huff makes him think twice, "well..."

you're completely content to relax into your beanbag chair, slotted right next to his desk so you can lean against his calf and whine for his attention.

there's other times though where the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. alex wasn't an angry person. he never so much as yelled at you, but when he was stressed like this? you could tell it was eating him alive, and you knew that every rejection from his end was only the result of stress.

you weren't the one to take that, though. demanding he speak to you, scoffing when he rejects you, and finally you break by shouting at him, "i wish you would act like my boyfriend sometimes!"

alex's heart skips a beat in the worst way. he can see every rejection clear as day. when he declined to have lunch with you that day because he'd been too busy. when he'd said, "i really don't have time for this!"

you stand there, pathetically wiping stray tears of frustration off your cheeks while holding yourself defensively. he doesn't make a move towards you, fearing the dreaded step back you might take.

"i-i'm sorry," and you're still silent, "mi amor, i'm really so sorry."

you don't reply. sniffling and barely glancing at him. you don't step back when he approaches you, when he wraps his arms around you and he feels how tired he is. and how he feels better just hugging you.

"i know i haven't been paying you much attention," he whispers, and there's something in his voice that sounds watery, "i'm too stressed, but i can't take it out on you. my love, i am sorry."

"you're so stupid, alex! god, making me cry and everything..."

you wail into the cotton of his sweater, but he can hear the forgiveness laden through your words. he can hear every wonderful thing. your sweet breaths, the beating of your heart, the loving embrace of your arms. you care so much for him, and he cares for you.

"i love you so much, i really am so sorry," he says.

"i know."

"let me make it up for you, please?"

the tenseness washes away. the next morning, you're delighted to feel alex sleeping behind you, spending a few extra minutes snoring away into the pillow. the lull of sleep and warmth of your body lets him dream the sweetest of dreams.

#quackity imagine #quackity scenario #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity x you

[spacebaby1]

Can you do sukuna x Muslim reader? Where he is going through a hard time and she prayers for him(Arrange marriage but sweet kinda of relationship) it's okay if you don't want to write it. Love your writing:)

Yes! Omg I'd love to! Hope you like it!

It was an arranged marriage between you and you father's friends eldest son; Sukuna. You were having dinner one day with your parents and your dad had asked you if you'd be interested in an marriage with a nice man. You blinked at that question and shrugged, "I mean as long as you know he's a nice man I guess it's not bad in meeting him," you replied with a small smile.

After a week both your families decided to go out for dinner at a fancy restaurant and you saw him for the first time; he was not a talkative type, he was a gentleman and very well-known for his devotion to his work and family. You both talked then and there; he was charming not once he said something to make you mad or upset. He was very soft spoken to you. Your father had informed you after that dinner that Sukuna agreed to the wedding and he also said that if you reject him he'll understand and it's not pressure on your side to agree but you already decided that wanted to marry him; he was nice, gentleman and respectful and every other person that knew him said kind things about him.

Once you both agreed to get married Sukuna had texted you asking about what are your requirements for the wedding venue, cake, dress and everything else to which he also added that you shouldn't look at the price of anything; whatever your heart desires he'll agree to it. He wanted you to be happy, as of that didn’t already captured your heart, you both picked everything for the wedding together; nothing extravagant but very classy wedding with few of your friends and families.

Sukuna had bought you a home and it was not less than a castle; after the wedding he still spoiled you with gifts, and handed you all his credit cards to buy whatever you need. However you'd refuse to use his money on random things even though he said his money is your money from now on. He's been nothing but kind to you but also a bit shy some might say cold hearted; but he just didn't want you to fell uncomfortable around him. He'd often walk past a room and see you praying and would just stand at the doorframe to watch you and leaving before you see him.

One of the days he had a rough day, nothing seems to be in his favour that day, his meeting ended badly, the clients were complaining about some services and few stakeholders were arguing about something in the company. He got home with a heavy headache and saw the hot dinner you prepared for him, you entered the room and saw him, with a smile you took his bag and coat greeting him, "how was your day?" You asked and he just smiled not trying to bother you with his bad day, "it was good, I'm hungry." You nodded "come, let's eat, I made your favorite today." He was very grateful to have you at this moment, he ate his dinner and showered before going to sleep with a headache. Unfortunately the headache caught up to his sleep and he woke up in the middle of the night to find you not in bed, rubbing his temple he got up knowing where you are; in the prayer room.

Unlike everyday he didn't just stand by the doorframe to watch you pray. You werr done praying when you started to say the dua, "Dear God, thank you for all the blessings you gave me, thank you for the health and thank you the most for sending me such an amazing husband. He's very kind to me and caring towards me, I pray you bless him with health and well-being and a long life where we can be together always and honour each other, I really appreciate and," you paused with a smile, "I love him so much, I just wish he'd be less shy," you chuckled before continuing, "please God , keep him happy and safe, Ameen." Sukuna felt his heart melt at your words, he waited few minutes before knocking and walking in the room, you turned to smile at him as he took the seat beside you on your prayer mat. "Did I wake you up? I apo-" He cut your sentence short by placing his head on your shoulder as he sat beside you, "I've been feeling down all day, I had a very bad day-" he couldn't speak further without tearing down and you immediately wrapped your arms around him protectively so did he, holding you for dear life as he spoke and cried while you rubbed his back, "I don't know what to do, I want to just hide away and do n-nothing I'm just so so tired from today, I- I promise I'm not l-like this always b-but-"

"You have been working so hard lately, you need to rest, Husband," you softly spoke gently caressing his pink hair with your soft hands, "please, can you take few days off of work? You need to rest, it's not good to work and feel such pressure. Can you?" He nodded in you embrace, "y-yes I can take few days off." He slowly removed himself from your embrace chuckling as he whipped his nose and you whipped his tears with the end of your hijab before he placed his head on your lap and taking your hand and placing it on his forehead, "Sweetheart, would you please pray for me everyday?" He asked and you smiled down at him as you gently massaged his head, "with my whole heart, Husband." He blushed.

"Call me by my name," he chuckled, Now it was your turn to blush, "No!" You replied, and he chuckled, taking your other hand and placing his on his chest, "come on, just once, say my name." You rolled your eyes and spoke, "Sukuna." He blinked at you, "Again? Please?" He asked this time softly, and you tried hard to hide your smirk as you called his name, still massaging his head, "are you feeling better now? Sukuna?" He smiled and nodded eagerly, then closing his eyes, letting you massage his head some more.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #angst #sukuna jjk #sukuna ryomen #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna x reader #husband sukuna #sukuna #sukuna ryoumen x you #sukuna ryoumen x reader

[inourtownofhawkins]

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ

Summary: The aftermath of yours and Eddie's time in the Upside Down, and the few times you meet up afterwards.

Author’s note: This fic means the absolute world to me and I hope you guys love it as much as I do. Again, this has been adapted from an Edancy fic so those of you who have read that fic, please don't spoil things for others.

CW: 18+, swearing, smut, signs of PTSD.

Word count: 4.3k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

It was pandemonium at Hawkins Memorial Hospital, with every hall seemingly overflowing with patients, frantic staff, and inconsolable family members. You knew you wouldn’t be able to ask at the front desk where Eddie was, if he was even there, due to the large crowd of desperate people screaming over each other to talk to the clearly overwhelmed receptionist.

Gently pushing your way through the crowd, you raced towards the stairs and almost fell down them numerous times while hurling yourself up them. All you cared about was trying to find Eddie. You checked every room, every bed, but he was nowhere.

You even began to lose hope until you came into the final room, everyone else inside of it was asleep apart from the silhouette of someone sat up and staring out the window made your heart skip a beat. Nervously, you slowly walked towards the figure, pushing back the curtain that separated them, causing the figure to turn around.

“Eddie, you’re here,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes. Before any tears could fall, you were gripped into his tight embrace, your face buried into his chest. You clung onto each other for a few minutes before eventually letting go, albeit reluctantly. “I thought you were gone.”

His chuckle made the warm glow in your stomach turn into an inferno, almost to the point where it might’ve exploded out of you. “Nah, sweetheart, you’re stuck with me, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

God, how you loved the sound of him laughing and seeing him smile.

You couldn’t help but blush as you smiled shyly, feeling like an awkward kid again. “I’m glad you’re okay, when are you gonna be sent home?”

Eddie looked at the various bandages and bruises he could see on his arms for a few moments before shrugging and looking back up to you. “Probably later today, I only got a few cuts and bruises. They just wanted to make sure nothing was infected.”

You nodded, another shy smile spreading across your lips. “Did you want me to stay with you?”

There was that damn smile again, the one you felt like he saved just for you. His eyes would shine like starlight, even in the darkest of moments. “Nah, that’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll come by as soon as I can, I promise.” He took your hands in his and pressed a kiss to the back of each one, causing another blush.

His lips felt like sunshine on the hottest summer day against your skin, making you feel warmer than you’d felt in days. While you knew you needed to go, your heart was begging you not to. The rest of the world felt so cold, but wherever Eddie was, there was always warmth.

You squeezed his hands tightly before letting go and leaving the room. There were so many things you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say them, the fear of rejection was too much.

Driving home, you knew you couldn’t exactly tell anyone you went to see Eddie; your mom would flip, and your dad would probably have some kind of brain aneurism. Nobody knew about your relationship, every time you wanted tell people, you could never find the right words.

You knew Eddie’s reputation and how harshly he was judged for every aspect of his life, and if people knew you were dating, you would be judged just as harshly or perhaps even more than he was. But maybe after everything that had happened, maybe people would be more forgiving.

Arriving home, you didn’t speak much at dinner until you asked to leave the table due to being tired, despite only eating less than half of your meal. While being tired wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t the whole truth of hardly eating and wanting to go to bed. Being riddled with anxiety over Eddie’s wellbeing was driving you insane; you knew he was fine, he was okay, but until you saw him again, you knew the anxiety would continue to eat at your insides.

Once in your room and safely behind a locked door, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to attempt to calm yourself. Not that doing that ever worked, but it was a start.

 Just as you were maybe on some verge of calm, the phone rang. Although it startled you, you eventually picked up the handset and held it to your ear for a few moments before speaking up. “Hello?”

“Sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice on the other side made your rapidly beating heart skip a beat before finally calming, the warm glow starting once more.

“Hi Eddie. Are you out of the hospital yet?”

“Yeah, they let me go a couple hours ago. The trailer’s completely gone so I’m at the school with Wayne right now.”

You nodded, a small smile ghosting across your lips. “How’s that going?”

Eddie sighed and eventually turned it into a groan. “It sucks, the food isn’t that great, and I have to sneak around just to get some peace and quiet. I’ve mostly just been hiding in the drama room.”

You couldn’t help but smile more as you imagined Eddie camping out in his beloved drama room with his D&D set up still there just to get away from everyone.

Out of the months you knew Eddie, you’d only ever been in there once when a session had happened. You’d gotten fed up with waiting for Mike and his friends to come out of the session and had stormed in and demanding they get their asses into the car before you dragged them out. Funnily enough, that was how you met Eddie and the sparks instantly began flying.

“You need me to come and rescue you?” You joked, twirling your fingers around the twisted wire on the phone, once again feeling like the teenager you used to be before everything had happened.

Eddie chuckled, readjusting the phone in his hand. “Of course, princess. Your helpless prince is dying for your return.”

A dark blush came across your cheeks, you’d always secretly loved when Eddie would talk like that to you, even when you’d tell him he was an idiot and to stop, the blushing and your nervous but adorable laugh would tell a very different story – one Eddie knew all too well.

“You think you can wait until tomorrow morning?” You asked, almost shyly.

There was a pause before Eddie spoke up again. “I’ll wait forever for a moment with you. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Then the line went dead as he hung up, with you putting the phone down soon after. Eddie was safe and fine, that was for certain. But there was still a nagging idea in your head that there was something he wasn’t entirely telling you, the only real issue there was you weren’t quite sure how to ask him about it without sounding like an asshole.

That would be tomorrow’s problem, you mused.

In the morning, you woke up bright and early to eat breakfast and head out to the school before anyone would really notice or question where you were going, not that you really had anything to hide. If anyone asked, you were just volunteering, that was… believable.

Arriving at the school, you sped through the halls to try to find Eddie as quickly as possible. It almost reminded you of the hospital but thankfully, there weren’t any crowds you had to push your way through this time. You peeked through the window at the gymnasium to see if Eddie was there, but to the surprise of almost nobody, he wasn’t there.

Although you knew Eddie wouldn’t be eating with everyone else, it was still worth a try. You gave a quick glance towards Wayne before moving on, just to check if he was okay, making a mental note to visit him when you came to properly volunteer the next day.

You took a deep breath as you stood outside the drama room, knowing Eddie would be in there. Well, you hoped he would be in there and waiting for you. You gave a loud round of knocks before opening the door and stepping inside. Sat on his throne, basked in the slightly orange and gold tinted light that shone like a halo around his head, was Eddie.

His face lit up when he saw you, that smile planted firmly on his lips. “My princess finally came to rescue her prince.”

You laughed loudly as you closed the door, walking over to stand beside his throne, instantly feeling the warmth from the stage lighting against your exposed skin. “I told you I’d come! I hope you haven’t been suffering too much without me.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, moving his hand down a little lower to playfully grab your ass before smacking it, causing a small yelp to leave your lips. “All the suffering was worth it now that you’re here, your majesty.”

You playfully hit his arm before playing with some of the fabric on his shirt. Sadly, he wasn’t wearing his Hellfire club shirt, but instead a plain black shirt that had been donated. As much as you wished he had the shirt on, you knew it would only remind both of you of the horrors you’d had to endure and how close you were to losing each other.

Due to your decision to keep the relationship a secret, both of you would always have only fleeting moments of being together before it would be interrupted by someone or something needing your attention. The most time you’d spent together publicly was in The Upside Down of all places, but even then you couldn’t show your true feelings towards each other, there wasn’t enough time to explain to Steve, Robin, or anyone else anything. Although after everything they’d all been through, maybe they would understand and not judge either of you.

No more words were exchanged before Eddie stood up, his hands moving to cup your face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. The sweet and gentle kisses turned into a long and heavy make out session, Eddie bringing his hands back down your body to your ass to pick you up and effortlessly bring you onto the table, your legs almost automatically opening so he could stand in between them.

While your fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging, and grabbing at it, Eddie began slowly pushing up your skirt until it was around your waist, causing both of you to pull away from the kiss to give each other a breathless smirk.

Eddie’s lips moved from your own lips and down to your neck, causing you to shiver a little. You wanted more, you wanted everything he could give you. You moved a little underneath him to try to get more friction between you both, Eddie smirking again against your skin as he began nibbling and biting at your neck, being sure to leave a mark.

You couldn’t help but let a loud moan escape your lips as both the sensation of his teeth on your skin and his fingers slipping into your panties was almost enough to make you cum right then and there, it had been so long since he’d been able to touch you like that – far too long.

You subconsciously bit down hard on your bottom lip, letting out a few quiet whimpers as Eddie began to rub your clit, already feeling as if you were going to burst. Eddie moved his lips back up to yours, both of your lips barely touching as he whispered to you. “God, I’ve missed seeing you like this.” You couldn’t even reply as your eyes rolled back, unable to hold back your release.

Your legs felt like jello as Eddie kept rubbing, causing you to whine a little before that whine turned into a giggle. Grabbing his wrist, you slid off the end of the table and pushed Eddie back into his throne, smirking. “You’ve had your fun; I think it’s my turn now.” You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans open, pulling them down with his boxers as you got down on your knees. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

Eddie groaned as he gently pulled on your head to guide your mouth down to his already hard dick, with you ready to begin licking and sucking as soon as his dick entered your mouth. His moans filling the room as his fingers gripped your hair, bringing his dick further into your mouth and throat, causing you to gag a little on it. He let you gag for a few moments before releasing your hair, with you giving one last lick to his dick before standing up.

He smirked as he watched you, picking you up and easily placing you down on the table. Taking off his shirt, he kissed you. “I want to fuck you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Are you sure you want our first time to be here?” you whispered back, your eyes slowly opening to look up at his.

Eddie nodded slowly, kissing you again softly. “I’m sure, sweetheart. At least here, we won’t get interrupted.” Both of you laughed at that, knowing it was all too true. “Plus, this is where we first met, why wouldn’t I want it here?”

You took off your shirt and unhooked your bra, tossing them to the floor along with Eddie’s shirt before lying back on the table, the cold wood against your back causing goosebumps all over your skin. Kicking off your boots, you shimmied out of your skirt and panties until you were completely naked on the table in front of him, finding Eddie to be just as naked.

You’d been naked in front of each other before, but you’d never had sex – you’d tried, sure, but it was always interrupted, or you just never had enough time. While you didn’t have all the time in the world now, that moment would have to be enough.

Hesitantly, he grabbed a condom from his jean pocket and tore it open, causing you to raise an eyebrow as he rolled it on. “Were you planning this, Munson?”

He blushed darkly, shaking his head quickly. “Not at all, baby. I just happened to have one on hand.”

You smiled, kissing him softly. “I believe it, don’t you worry.”

Climbing onto the table, he positioned himself in between your legs, with you wrapping your legs around his waist. Taking a shaky breath, he slowly slid inside, both of you letting out loud moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and kissed him, not even caring how messy the kiss was.

During the kiss, Eddie slowly began to thrust, both of your moans seemingly getting louder with each one. Your nails dug into his back as you broke off the kiss to tilt your head back. “Fuuuuuck, it feels so good.”

Looking down at your position, he took the opportunity to kiss your neck and bite down, being sure to leave as many marks as possible; he always found it a turn on to see the love bites on your neck or thighs, knowing that he was the cause.

As he bit your neck, he felt your body jerking underneath him, knowing you’d cum soon. “Come on, baby, show me how much you’ve wanted this,” he whispered into your ear, causing you to whimper and moan as you came hard, your nails almost painfully digging into his back.

He thrust harder and faster, causing the table to shake and move slightly with each movement of his hips, but not that either of you even cared. Eddie was dying for his own release, but he wanted to at least try to impress you by lasting longer.

You pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, moving his hair away from his neck to move your lips towards it and gently began biting, causing Eddie to moan your name loudly. You smirked against his skin, clearly finding a weak spot.

You kept on gently biting his neck until Eddie whined. “Baby, if you keep this up you’re gonna make me cum.”

Smirking again, you moved your lips to his ear. “Come for me, don’t hold back,” you nibbled at his ear a little before moving back to his neck to gently bite and suck on it, feeling Eddie’s thrusts getting sloppier as he struggled to hold back, he let out one last groan before finally relenting and cumming.

He kissed you softly, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath. “If I’d known sex was that good, I would’ve done it with you months ago.”

You laughed, holding him close. “You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.”

“And you’re irresistible.”

You cuddled each other in contempt silence for a few minutes, Eddie nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. If you’d been in an actual bed, both of you could’ve stayed there all day but after catching their breath, the table was starting to get uncomfortable, against everything inside of him, he pulled out from inside you. “I suppose I should let you go; I know everyone would be wondering where you’ve gone.”

You frowned as you got up, but ultimately nodding knowing that he was right. “Alright, fine. But I’m leaving my window open.”

Eddie gave an exaggerated gasp, faking horror. “My sweetheart is offering a man into her bedroom, what will her mother say?”

You shook your head, hitting his arm as you smirked. “Oh, shut up.” Grabbing your clothes from the floor, you began putting them back on, mentally cursing yourself for not having access to a mirror to check if you looked as dishevelled as you felt.

“Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Shaking your head one last time, you opened the door and stood in the doorway. “I’ll see you later tonight, don’t be late.” You gave him a smile before leaving the room.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him.

Both of you felt almost daft; there was one thing you both knew they needed to say to each other but of course, both of you were worried the other didn’t feel the same, no matter how clear it was from the way you looked at each other, especially the way you both looked when the other wasn’t looking.

Eddie Munson was in love with you, just as much as you were in love with Eddie Munson. That was a fact, but you were both too scared to tell each other.

Later that night, you couldn’t keep your eyes off your slightly open bedroom window, nervous that Eddie wouldn’t actually come. But the familiar sound of someone climbing onto the garage roof put any nerves at bay, jumping out of bed to help Eddie inside your room as quietly as possible.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. I had to pretend to use the pay phone, so they’d let me out,” he ended the sentence with a quick kiss before slipping out of his jacket and sneakers. You raised an eyebrow as you glanced down to his jeans, with Eddie looking confused for a moment before taking them off.

“I’m not letting you in my bed with jeans on, shirt is fine, jeans are a no-no,” you gave him a sarcastically sweet smile before getting back into bed, pulling aside the covers to let him in. Eddie smiled as he shook his head, climbing into bed beside you before hiding under the covers, bringing you underneath with him.

Under your covers, both of you stared at each other, taking in every small piece of each other. Although it was too dark to really take in any of his features, you had already memorised every inch of Eddie like the back of your hand. “I wanna tell people about us,” you whispered, caressing Eddie’s cheek gently with your thumb.

Eddie looked at you confused for a moment, unsure of what to say. “Why?”

You sighed heavily, almost looking as if you were about to cry. “Because after everything we’ve gone through, I don’t want to keep you hidden. I want to scream it in everyone’s face that we’re together and I don’t care what anyone has to say about it.”

“Are you sure you want to?”

“Do you?”

“Of course, I do, I don’t want to keep sneaking around anymore, you’re not some dirty little secret. You’re my girl.”

You blushed darkly at his words, a ghost of a smile on your lips. It just felt so right to be his girl, no matter what other people’s prejudices would be.

“I love you,” he whispered, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“You love me?”

He repeated himself, using your full name with it too, just to prove his point.

“And how do you know my full name? You looked at my driver’s licence, didn’t you?”

Eddie grimaced before nodding slowly. “I looked at your driver’s licence.”

You shook your head, playfully hitting his arm. “You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.”

He took your face gently in his hands. “And you’re mine,” he whispered before kissing you softly.

Both of you soon fell asleep together, holding onto each other closely, almost protectively. But by the time you awoke in the morning, the bed beside you was empty and Eddie was gone.

Sighing heavily, you got out of bed and got dressed as quickly as possible to begin packing up your unwanted belongings to be donated to the school. You opened your closet doors and began going through each article of clothing and every box inside, slowly accumulating at least a box worth of things to go. Grabbing a cardboard box from the basement and assembling it, you returned to your room to begin putting the belongings into the box and closing the closet doors.

When you turned back towards your bed, you almost screamed as Eddie was sat upon it, appearing out of almost nowhere. “Jesus, you scared me!”

He chuckled as he looked at you, looking as if you’d seen a ghost. “I did knock!”

You couldn’t help but laugh too as you placed a hand on your still rapidly beating heart. “Right, of course, sorry. I was so massively distracted with sorting all this out, I didn’t hear you.”

He got off the bed to grab the box from you. “Let me help you with that stuff.”

Reluctantly, you let go of the box. “I’ll make up another box and start filling it up, you can just put it down somewhere so we can take them all downstairs together, there isn’t much left.” You sprinted back into the basement to grab a second box and set it up, returning to your room to hand the box to Eddie.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re being organized.” Eddie smiled as he watched you put things into the box.

You hit his arm, unable to contain your blush. “Oh, shut up!”

A knock on the door interrupted you two, with Steve being the one to knock before entering. “You got everything ready?”

You nodded, using some tape to close the box in Eddie’s arms before he gave a slight nod to Steve. “Yup, we managed to fill two boxes. The other is somewhere, not sure where Eddie put it.”

“I put it in front of your chest of draws, didn’t want you to trip over it.” Eddie answered, placing the second box down on top of the first.

“Eddie?” Steve asked, a completely puzzled look on his face as he looked between the two boxes on the floor and you.

You looked confused, too. “Yeah, Eddie’s been helping me. What’s up with that?”

Steve looked like he was about to say one thing but quickly stopped himself, deciding to say something else. “Does he look real to you?”

“Does who look real?”

“Eddie… does he look real?”

You frowned looking between Steve and Eddie stood behind you. “Of course, he looks real, he is real! He’s standing right here!”

Steve rested his hands on your arms, shaking you a little. “No, actually look at him. Properly look at him.”

The façade dropped at that moment, you slowly turning back to look at Eddie. He was wearing his Hellfire Club shirt and bandana, both were covered in blood and torn to pieces. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to tear your eyes away from him, looking back towards Steve.

“I am so sorry. It’s a dream, you dreamed it for yourself because the truth was too terrible.”

A sob escaped your lips before you were able to stop it, your knees gave out and you collapsed to the floor. The horrible truth you’d so desperately denied over the past few days finally resurfaced; the image of seeing your Eddie lying dead outside his trailer, still wearing the handmade bracelet you gave him came flooding back.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, your whole body was shaking as you screamed and sobbed, but you couldn’t hear anything. Your mind was still in that awful place, reliving it over and over and over again. Watching Eddie die in your arms, not knowing how you felt about him; you couldn’t bare it.

Now you had to face the truth.

Eddie had been dead the whole time you’d been back in Hawkins, all the time you’d spent together had just been lies, a delusion you’d made because you didn’t want to face the awful truth. But the worst part was knowing that Eddie had died without knowing you loved him, and that you wanted the world to know that you were together.

But now you’d never get the happy ending you both so desperately deserved.

#spilled ink #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader smut

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Viren’s voice

i love Viren’s voice, okay. It’s cool and smooth and generally chill. Very nice to listen to. I especially love that little hitch he does when he’s searching for words. It’s kinda cute.

But it’s also scary, because of the times when his voice doesn’t hitch.

Viren gives off a bit of an absent-minded academic vibe sometimes, as if he has these great ideas but doesn’t know how to express them clearly. When he says lines like “We may be on the brink of... changing times,” and “Right now... I... do not come to you as my king...” it’s pretty obvious that he’s grabbing for language to make his point. 

Cool cool. We all do that.

But what he’s really doing is softening his intent. Viren is trying to make his true feelings and motives more palatable for those around him. For his children, for his king. For those whose opinions he values.

When Harrow rejects him and tells him he’s gotten above his station, Viren drops all pretense. His anger and hurt make his voice come out fast and smooth and strong.

“Oh, are you sure you wouldn’t prefer ‘Your Royal Highness’?”

“’Your Esteemed Inimitable Majesty’, perhaps?”

Viren words here are like molten gold. Smooth, fluid, fast, rich, and deadly to the touch. These are his true feelings, which he so rarely shares. But Harrow is in a far different mindset than usual, and they’re both under a lot of stress, and Viren loses his cool. His words pour out hot and deadly, and he doesn’t care, in that moment, about impressing Harrow anymore.

Viren starts off very cordial and reasonable when he tries to get information about the mirror out of Runaan. “If you don’t eat, you’ll die.” And “You don’t look dead. Though...that hand has seen better days.”

But Runaan is angrily opposed to even being civil with Viren, let alone being helpful, so Viren quickly downshifts, seeking a motivation that will work on the elf.

When he comes back in with the coins--when he dumps them out in front of Runaan--he knows exactly what he’s doing. His voice is smooth and velvety. He’s entirely pleased with how things are going, and he’s getting everything he wants from the situation.

“Oh, this isn’t a bribe. It’s a threat. Go on, take a closer look.” Viren doesn’t have a need to impress Runaan anymore. He tried the soft way and got nowhere. Now he’s just flexing his dark magic muscle. He can do whatever he likes with Runaan, and no one will stop him. And they both know it. 

So when Viren speaks, his voice pours out in an easy, smooth stream of comfortable power. This is Viren at his hottest (gods help me). He knows his place and he isn’t afraid to stand there. 

Look at this look on his face. He’s expected a result, and he’s gotten it. He’s reveling not only in being right, but in shaking Runaan up, hopefully so he’ll spill some intel about the mirror.

[unfinished tdp meta]

#tdp meta #viren #runaan #evil viren supremacy #release the drafts

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Hi hello and howdy

Since I can't contain my thoughts here's all the "Mirage" logicistics. Basically they either swap or enhance ones personality, heres a few examples:

Mirage Lenore is way more looney and impulsive, with a practically nonexistant off switch having to be dragged off screaming before she sets anything on fire, her group mainly sticks with her for fear of their own lives and she and Annabel are ALLOWED TO BE GAY!!! HOORAY!!! They still have the pretend to hate each other thing but thats mainly due to Annabel's paranoia

Mirage Duke is a shit magician who constantly looses parts of his tricks, he's also like WAYYY too overdramatic, the kinda mf to fall over if you steal his chip,

"MY CHIP!!"

"Its... its just a crisp.."

"I WAS GOING TO EAT THAT!"

"Oh my god..."

So yeah, pathetic cringefail looser LMFAO, but he is the kinda person to pull a "OMG MY BEST FRIEND! MOVE!" And shove whoever out of his way

Mirage Pluto is if you took a wet cat and made him a golden retriever. He's very hyperactive, social, easily distracted. Mf is like "wanna hear abt my hyperfixations?!" Talks and doesn't wait for an answer a neat thing i did with some characters Mirage's is i inverted stuff abt them like hair, emblems, all that. He still thinks M! Duke's magic is cool

Mirage Berenice is a feral little creature, constantly biting or nibbling on things (mainly Eulalies arm, or her own. I dont think chewlery exists in the victorian era). She's also the queen of being unhinged, in spectre form shes somewhat normal at least. For the most part she's in her own world

Mirage Eulalie is the mean autistic, less into creepy/old things n thinks their lame and/or weird. She's the one dragging Berenice around and keeping the gang from falling apart. Her and M! Morella really out here sharing the only group braincell, shes also blunt as fuck and wont hesitate to tell you you look bad. I wanted to lean more into the japanese part of her character so she just kinda- speaks more of it now (lol idk how else to explain it)

Mirage Morella, like M! Eulalie, is a mean autistic. She's less emotional, and more of "I dont give a damn just get me out of here.", sticks with whatever group she's feelin that day tbh. Won't tell you you look bad, will probably just call you a dumbass and leave

Mirage Annabel is kinda like regular Annabel but without the "Life is like chess" mentality. So more jumpy, kinda a walking talking mental breakdown waiting to happen. Excess paranoia and increase of hallucinations cus pookie and I decided we aren't giving her a break

Mirage Prospero is no longer fancy and polite, he is sopping wet germaphobic wet cat. He will go through great lengths to avoid disease, faints around blood and puke, screams at the sight of his own rats (or just rats/bugs in general), actively raising his and Annabel's blood pressure with how scardy he is.

Mirage Montresor is imo the funniest one cuz he's just a polite little gentleman, doin all the chivalry shit like opening doors, pushing chairs in and out, saying his pleases/thank yous/welcomes, he's even calling everyone "Sir" and "Ma'am". He's still an asshole, but you really gotta provoke him to see that

Tbh, I didn't think much abt Mirage Will since Will to me is kinda just there as Monty's lackey who gets kicked around. SO he's less of a pushover, more demanding, up and refuses what people tell him, bullies M! Monty, he tried bullying M! Ada and M! Morella but bro got his ass kicked. On top of it, he's unfortunately more sexist and stubborn. No more people pleasing ig 🤷‍♀️

Finally, Mirage Ada. What I wanted to do for her is have her be an absolute girlboss who is always serving 100% of the time. Everything she does is her choice and for her and her friends, and and and shes Aroace too, pretty chill when she has to reject someone just like:

"Hey i like u"

"Oh! I don't feel the same but we can still be friends?"

"Ok"

EPIC HIGH FIVE

She also beat M! Will up, good for her

So uh, yeah! Thats all i got. If you have questions, feel free to comment or ask in the askbox. :)

#nevermore webcomic #annabel lee webtoon #nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee whitlock #annabel lee nevermore #duke nevermore #pluto nevermore #eulalie nevermore #berenice nevermore #prospero nevermore #will nevermore #morella nevermore #nevermore fanfic

[necroromantics]

🔥 — TOBIN LAWSEN.

tw; dark themes (abuse, revenge, drugs) // long ramble type post

I. FATHER

"I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat and he is screaming and crying for help."

- dan lawsen was a bitter, mean old man. if he wasn't drunk, he was high. if he wasn't high, then he must have died.

- the man was nothing but shattered glass, booze, and rage that never settled.

- his son, tobin, was a bit too much like him. he was just as angry, just as violent. they never got along.

- the boy grew up in a warzone of a house. a dirty, tiny, broken down mobile home. a crime-ridden trailer park in rural north dakota.

- from an early age, he learned that it was every man for himself. his mother had a long list of mental illnesses, and his father hit hard. tobin spent a lot of time looking after his little sister.

- and from an early age, he learned that it was dog eat dog. it was kill or be killed. it was him against the world. him against his father. against god.

- tobin was the type to run his mouth. his father was the type to drag him out back and beat him for it.

- the boy spent so much of his life being treated like he was powerless, or a problem. and he was angry at the world for turning its back on him.

- in his early teenage years, it had gotten to the point where tobin would wonder if his father would go too far some day and end up killing him.

- and he started keeping a knife by his bed, or in his backpack.

- dan raised the boy in all the worst ways. 'drink, hit your wife, hit your son, drink some more. this is how you aim a shotgun. this is how you be a man.'

- his father would sometimes take him hunting, and tobin was something of a weapons fanatic. he could take a gun apart, and almost put it back together.

- when he'd lay in bed, sore after another fight with the older man, tobin would fall asleep imagining what it'd be like to stand over his father with one of those guns in his hands.

- he imagined that he would look his father in the eyes when he pulled the trigger.

II. PUMPED UP KICKS

"He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid."

- tobin was in and out of school all of his life. his parents never bothered to stay on track of his attendance. for most of his youth, he was left to his own devices.

- when he did go to school, it was as if every person he talked to had come to the same conclusion that the boy was fundamentally different from them

- a mangy mutt, a dirty dog. something diseased, or bad. an inconvenience, a problem child.

- he wore secondhand, unwashed clothes. his hair was a mess, he smelt like smoke and rot.

- this followed him into high school, and as he grew up, so did his behavioural issues.

- tobin would find himself as the butt of a joke, or being talked about behind his back, or ostracized. he would always fight back.

- he was quiet, but mouthy. aggressive. he bit, and he bit hard.

- everything was an attack to him. he was constantly on guard, constantly looking for an excuse to make an example out of somebody.

- that boy made sure that nobody fucked with him again.

- after spending a long day of being mistreated at school, only to go home and have it done to him again by his own father, he would lay down in his creaky old bed and stare up at his water damaged ceiling.

- and he would wonder if they'd still laugh at him with a barrel of a gun down their throats.

- and he would wonder if he'd ever get the balls to make it happen.

III. TEENAGERS

"You're never gonna fit in much, kid."

- tobin was a problem child, to say the least. a junkie prick, a street rat.

- everybody who knew him called him insensitive, and for good reason. he seemed to have lacked the type of empathy everybody around him had. or, as he saw it, pretended to have.

- he never cared enough to fake it. his philosophy was that there was no use trying to please a world that constantly rejected him. it was easier to be an asshole if everybody saw him as one anyways.

- the boy was alone his whole life. nobody could tolerate him. nobody wanted him around for very long, and he never wanted to stay.

- it was clear that tobin never fit in anywhere

- he was always in his own world. he did things his own way, fought his own fight.

- always had something to prove. tobin had to get the last word, had to fight bloody, had to put people under him. always fighting something.

IV. TWIN SIZED MATTRESS

"It's no big surprise you turned out this way when they closed their eyes and prayed you would change."

- he never wanted to be saved. he never wanted to be soft, or kind, or easy to swallow.

- he was uncaring, angry, hostile. that boy couldn’t be kind if he wanted to, it wasn’t written for him that way.

- everybody around him wanted him to change, he played the ‘troubled teen’ role so well, they had hope for him. they thought that maybe if they tried, if they ignored the bloody knuckles and canine teeth, then he would be better.

- but the boy had a lot of issues with authority, and being told what to do. he hated rules, a troublemaker from birth. tobin fought against change like it was his right to do so

- they wanted to love him, they did, but that boy was not built to be loved.

- at the end, he became what everybody expected him to become. a junkie, a criminal, a good-for-nothing.

- nobody was really surprised when they heard the news of what he had done. dan got what was coming to him, and tobin being the one to do it was written from the start.

- maybe he was cursed, maybe it was all the stupid things he did and said.

- maybe, it was all of the consequences catching up to him.

V. PRETTY FLY FOR A WHITE GUY

"Our subject isn't cool, but he fakes it anyway."

- from his years of not really having any friends, and being socially isolated, tobin was the definition of a socially inept loser.

- but he wouldn’t tell you that. no, he was the master of lying to himself, or maybe he just didn’t care.

- tobin was in and out of school, constantly dropping out for months just to come back. he was always bad at math and sciences, he hated all the rules. and with all of his time out of education, he didn’t know a lot. he barely knew how to read.

- tobin wasn’t braindead though, he knew he wasn’t like the people around him. but he had a knack for acting like he was. he spent a lot of time making mental notes on how people socialized, on how people interacted, on what they deemed acceptable.

- he wanted friends, he wanted to keep himself busy. tobin wanted to prove that he could make anybody like him, that he could get whatever he wanted. to him, that was power and control. that was being smart.

- outside of the violence though, tobin was a goofy kid. he liked to joke around, he was different from the other kids, but he played into it for the fun of it. almost everything he did was to entertain himself, to make himself laugh, maybe others.

- his sense of humor was mostly insulting others, or teasing, or making weird comments. he liked to banter, liked to piss people off. he never cared to be liked anyways.

- tobin talked a lot, moody, but typically full of energy. he struggled to show much emotion, but he smiled wide, and always had a joke to make.

- awkward, but a social butterfly. he never tried to please anybody, and said what he wanted, but he was funny, and he was bold, and people liked that.

- but it was his nature to crash and burn. so he hopped from friend group to friend group, leaving the last one nothing but ash, torching every bridge he had ever built. to him, everyone was replaceable.

- because behind all the jokes, and the confidence, and the entertainment, tobin wasn’t a good person.

- everything was a performance act for him.

- he couldn’t connect with people even if he tried. behind the acts, the boy was off-putting, weird. vulgar and offensive. a dumb mutt.

VI. AVOCADO

"I'm the fucking king of everything."

- tobin was an egotistical prick.

- he didn't necessarily think he was better than everyone, but he was the king of his own world, he followed his own rules, he never considered anybody but himself.

- confident, not because he thought the best of himself, but because he knew in his world, he could do whatever he wanted.

- if he wanted to have something, he’d steal it. if he wanted to say something, he’d say it. and knowing that he was capable of that, of having that freedom; he was definitely an egotistical prick.

- tobin always assumed he was above consequences, and would put blame onto anything but himself. when faced with what he had done, he would preach a gospel of excuses, or just completely brush it off.

- the boy thought that if he stayed on the move, then nothing would catch up to him.

- he never apologized. he hated saying sorry for things he wasn’t really sorry for. he hated putting himself below people for the sake of civility. the one thing nobody would catch tobin doing, is pleasing people only to cater to whats expected of him.

- tobin never felt bad for the things he did, because he could justify anything, to others, and to himself.

- he did what it took to get by, little to no moral code. morality was just another expectation to him, another rule used to control him, another norm to reject.

- prideful to a fault

VII. PINEAPPLE BOY

"I know it's bad for me, I don't want to here it."//"Told myself I'd find a limit, honest to God I'd be done with my sinning".

- that boy had a problem of destroying everything he touched. bloody knuckles, bad choices.

- tobin wasn’t built for guilt, remorse, or shame. he didn’t have any of it.

- making the same mistakes over and over again. he never learned.

- but honestly, tobin was just bored all the time. horribly bored. and he thought, that maybe, setting everything on fire was better than the cold, gaping void in his chest.

- he lived life on his own terms, reckless and wild, brushing consequences off like dirt on his shoulder.

- on the other hand, though, he was ambitious. to a fault, like everything else about him.

- tobin always needed more, he was never truly satisfied. always unimpressed.

- he didn’t need anybody to help him. he didn’t need to rely on anybody. he was going to prove to everybody who said he’d never do anything great that they were wrong, and he was going to do it all on his own.

- the boy pushed his own limits until he was kissing the pavement. busted lip, aggravated.

- he pushed himself like he pushed everyone else around him. until they snapped, until they wanted nothing more to do with him. until he was left with nothing but a shovel in his hand, and dirt on his sneakers from digging his own grave.

VIII. DEAD IN 2008

"I'm a kid with a mission so I'm getting fucked up."

- he knew he did it to himself, at the end of the day.

- but he didn’t want to think about any of that, so he’d do another line, pop another shitty pressed pill.

- he spent a lot of time replacing bike chains, getting into fights, and running from the cops.

- always smoking cigarettes or rolling joints. he liked having something to do with his hands.

- tobin was a junkie kid, he had a few bad habits to say the least.

- in his hometown, he was known as a reckless troublemaker. drinking until he blacked out, snorting coke until his nose bled. always stoned or wasted, jumping fences.

- street fights and broken noses.

- it was something he was raised into. it was all he knew.

- he didn’t know how to control his anger, but he knew that weed helped him calm down. he didn’t know how to get things done, but he knew that doing lines of ritalin helped him focus. tobin was never good at math, but he was good at selling, and good at counting wads of cash.

- he couldn’t tell you about pythagorean theorem, but he could eye a baggie of white powder and tell you how much blow it was before putting it on a scale. he didn’t know anything about physics, but he could take apart a semi-automatic pistol and tell you how to put it back together.

- tobin was a dumb kid, but he knew more about parts of the world that no other boy his age knew about.

- and maybe thats what did it, he thought. maybe knowing more about how it feels to overdose than how it feels to get along with his father, is what did it.

cr; banner of tobin drawn by @clockeyedtoy

#tomboc #tombwrites #creepedverse #creepypasta oc #creepypasta au #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta ocs #crv tobin #crp tobin #crp ocs #crp oc #creepedverse tobin #tobin lawsen #creepypasta original character

[unholycringebirther]

OBSESSIVE IAN DUFF X GN!READER

SUMMARY: Ian’s taken a turn for the darker side, his thoughts have gotten obsessive as he convinces himself you’re the same level as a deity.

WARNING: Obsessive thoughts, unhealthy worshipping, incessant calling and texting, very brief mention of cheating, MINORS DNI.

WORD COUNT: 936

The messages and calls build up unanswered, and despite the ache in my heart I can’t help the dull sense of relief that I haven’t been blocked yet.

Not that I don’t deserve it, I think to myself bitterly as I sit down on my mattress, the cool night air from the open window brushing against my exposed skin.

Everything hurts, the lack of their smile, their presence, their texts, it eats me alive, loneliness pulling me under into a dark, thick sea until I’m clawing pathetically at them to pull me up, to pull me away from the coldness of their tears, tears caused by me.

Desperation laces my fingers as I type another text, it’s late, I should be asleep and logically, I know they probably are, but I can’t stop myself.

I know I should leave them alone, that I should respect their boundaries and stop reaching out so frequently, but something grows inside me as every day passes, something dark twisting around my heart as I fall from their good-graces.

It’s sickening, almost as nausea inducing as the bile that rises in my throat when I think about the night I spent unfaithful, I don’t know how I could’ve looked at anyone else, not when it feels like my ex-lover is the centre point of the earth, pulling everything I am towards them in a enchanting pull.

As the darkness wraps around my heart, my thoughts change, the love I have for them turning to almost worship, the voice I loved listening to late at night shifting until it was above even the song of a siren.

I’m not worthy of them, they’re a deity to this cruel, cruel world and nobody is worth their angelic light.

But as I open Amazon in my browser, I can’t help but attempt over and over to prove that I’m their best follower, the priest that will worship in their temple ‘till my orange hair turns grey and dusty.

Every god needs offerings, and I’ll offer my heart, my soul, everything I am to them, they own my being and I’ll love every second they take me back, I’ll beg for it, take me please, I’m yours.

But right now, the materialistic is all I can give, despite their eternal perfection so obvious to me now, everybody else misses it, and they’ve been rejected from jobs aside from that yogurt place they despise.

I know I shouldn’t be mad at the world, I’ve been so blinded by their light that I missed it completely, but I can’t help the resentment that builds in me at the idea of anyone mistreating them, of rejecting them anything they could ever desire.

But twistedly, a sick gladness washes over me, that means I can provide, to prove im worthy of forgiveness, that im worth the trouble, that I can return to their temple to praise them like they rightfully deserve.

I know what they want, and I scroll through amazon, clicking constantly on things I know they’d love, adding them to my cart and watching the price tag build, they could never afford this themselves, but that’s alright, i’m here for that.

Finally, when the quality of the items starts declining down the list I click the cart, ready to checkout for the next few hours at least, typing in our apartments address.

I stare at my phone, silence booming loudly throughout the apartment as I think, this isn’t enough, not nearly enough, I’m not sure anything ever will.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t try, or won’t, I stand suddenly, moving to my window to gaze down at the campus grounds, part of me regrets coming here, I should’ve stayed in our shared home, happy and warm, where I had the honor of belonging to them.

But I’m here, and that’s opened new doors for a better life for us, I’ve received a offer, one that I’ve mulled over for weeks, wondering where it would slot in to the life I’ll build for me and my god.

I’ve been sent a email about one of the auditions I’ve tried for, a high budget reboot of an old show that the name escapes from me, starring as the colourful main character.

Wealth and fame was promised as part of the deal, it was tempting for the wrong reasons.

I wasn’t special or important in any way, there’s nothing about me that stands out from the crowd, I don’t have looks or anything, my mothers made sure to remind me of that.

But with fame, with my name out there, I could become somebody, even if that somebody was a clown, it was better than staying the nobody that desperately claws at the legs of a higher being, begging for another chance after I so foolishly threw my first one away.

And with wealth, I could buy a better home for us, gift them only the best clothes, food, and luxuries that exists in this world, I would give and give until maybe, I could prove I’m worthy of their gaze on me for even a second.

Yeah, that could work out nicely for the both of us, but I can’t exactly email them back this late at night, so instead, I pull up my gods call ID, I’ve been sent to voicemail hundreds of times, but it was worth it on the off chance they’d pick up, and to hear their siren-like voice message over and over.

I can’t buy them a temple for worship just yet, but I can still prove my dedication with yet another call.

#sunny day jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sdj #swwsdj #sdj ian #ian duff #sdj ian duff

[ruthlesslistener]

please...can I have hornet headcanons...lack of silkson has me starving

fuck yeah hornet hcs lets gooo

-Has normal carapace all over, with the exception of a plume of spider fluff at the back of her neck and at her wrists/ankles, like a chinese crested dog. I have no functional reason for this, I just think its cute. She usually keeps the fur by her hands trimmed short, though

-Has piebald splotches across her back due to PK's genes meddling with Herrah's

-Her needle is named Sting, in honour of the Hive that trained her. Nobody but her knows this, however.

-Queen of Intense Stares. Most of the time, this is accidental, but she's employed it to her advantage a couple of times as well.

-She's intersex as a result of PK's hermaphrodite genes mixing awkwardly with Herrah's bisex genes. While Deepnest naturally doesn't gender their young, and wyrms have no gender system to begin with, she was mistaken as male by Midwife at first, who logs the sexes of spiderlings so that she can moniter their growth rates. This health standard was rejected on the basis of Hornet being a hybrid, as wyrms do not display sexual dimorphism, but it did lead to Hornet feeling a lil funky about her gender/sexuality

-Speaking of sexuality, she's a lesbian. Gorls only for her.

-Is allergic to several types of fruit, but unaware of it. She just thought that most fruit was supposed to be uncomfortably tingly and kind of spicy, which is why she's not really a fan of eating anything incapable of bleeding

-Has no cooking skills whatsoever. She can technically clean and roast a prey item, but she usually just eats things raw. It's less of a hassle for her

-Excellent at crafting things out of necessity, but also just because she enjoys making things. Would be an excellent engineer if her patience allowed her and Hallownest didn't fall to shit. This bitch would be killer at calculus

-She inherited her social skills from her father, which is a polite way to say that they're absolute shit. She grew up in a tense political atmosphere between two previously-rival kingdoms with an apocalypse looming overhead and gods meddling with everything, so she grew up learning how to speak in archaic, riddling half-truths among enemies, but had no experience speaking among friends. I also just think that she's really awkward outside of a combat situation, bc that means she has to be friendly and play polite and say the right words at the right places instead of just hitting it with her needle

-Got her blunt nature and no-bullshit attitude from her mom, however. Her temper skews towards more of a cold anger, like her dad, but it's just as fierce as Herrah's, and she isn't afraid to use it.

-Because Herrah miscarried several times before her egg was laid and had to be magically induced back into a fertile state for it, she hatched in the dead of winter far outside of the normal breeding period for spiders, which means that she hatched in an odd in-between period where she was too young for all the other spiderlings to play with and too old to be friends with the next clutch when they hatched. Throw in the fact that she's half-spider and half-wyrm, and there's an even greater distance between her and everyone else, one that she has always been acutely aware of

-Actually just really isolated period, which helped her a bit when everyone died but took a blow to her mental state overall

-Her venom is primarily neurotoxic with a good dose of cytotoxins thrown in. You'd be paralyzed and feeling your flesh melt under your carapace long before it stopped your heart

-Loved her mother fiercely, but lost her when she was young, so now she's haunted by the doubts of whether or not Herrah would ever be proud of her or not. She has a very complex relationship with her father, in which she thinks that he views her as a liability and loathes him for it, but some part of her still craved his affection despite it

-This only got even more complicated after he sent Herrah to sleep, spiraled into a depression after the Sealing, and then summoned her to tell her about the vessel plan part b and king's brand before vanishing from the mortal plane altogether. He never told her anything to indicate care or pride before he abandoned her, but entrusting her with the future of his kingdom- one she was never meant to inherit- showed some form of trust and belief in her capability as Hallownest's protector. Factor in the whole bit about her being called 'Daughter of Hallownest' despite her being born for Deepnest, and well...it's complicated.

-She's pretty neutral about WL though. WL tried to be a good stepmom to her, and was genuinely fond of her, but the problem of her being an immortal, non-bug being made itself far more apparent with her than with the Pale King. She tried her best and was supportive, but she was always somewhat distant and vague or would offer advice that would be more confusing than helpful. I don't think that Hornet despises her, but she's not likely to want to visit her, either

-Also she was really fond of Hollow bc they too were an outcast just like her, and PK and WL damned them to death and recruited her to kill the rest of her siblings, so. That kinda fucks the whole situation doesn't it

-Oh yeah, PK's regrets and void-meddling also ended up being a strong enough taint on him by the time of her conception that she hatched void-touched. She's not a being of void, but she's got trace amounts of it in her blood, and that's given her both an uncannily dark carapace as well as a propensity for being able to guess at what the vessels are communicating. She can't feel the currents of their thoughts like others of the Sea, but she's got a very strong intuition for what they're trying to impress on her and a knack for translating it to commonspeech

-Loves violence, as one might expect from the child of two apex predators. She gets a rush out of fighting and loves to hunt, so playing rough is always a delight for her. She was an absolute hellion as a child, racing around play-hunting the palace retainers and biting everyone she caught. WL thought it was cute, PK turned a blind eye as long as she was only biting people who irritated him, and Herrah actively encouraged it

-She also was hellbent on killing and eating Lurien, a fact she announced everytime she saw him, but luckily outgrew that desire quite quickly

-Prefers to sleep in high places rather than in burrows. If she can find a neat little nook in a cliffside to wriggle into, she'll go for it, or she'll string up a hammock to sleep. Anything that's out of harm's way and lets her get a drop on her victims is a good spot to rest

-She's not heartless, but her speech about how she'd feel no sadness at a weakling's demise is true. Both Herrah and the Pale King had very little mercy, which got passed down onto her. Killing the vessels still hurt her, but it was a numb sort of pain, and one caused more by the circumstances that lead her to such an action rather than ending their lives. She lacks empathy, and compassion was beaten out of her, but that doesn't mean she's cruel. She'll just do what needs to be done, no matter what her own emotions on the subject might be. She's all analytical brain and very little emotion, mostly because she can't afford to be anything otherwise

-Despite this, she's got a very strong sense of duty instilled in her by her mother, and a protective instinct passed down from her Higher Being side of the family. If the quest mechanic where she writes down all her tasks makes the cut in Silksong, that's why. She'll hear about a problem that needs to be done and very seriously tack it onto her roster to be completed, bc she's capable of it so that makes it Her Problem

-Doesn't go out of her way to do it, but she has eaten some intelligent bugs before. Most of it was carrion when she was desperate or fresh meat from when she was small, but she's fully in the right as a spiderwyrm, and survival is survival. Doesn't matter how much Hollow huffs at her or gives her dissapointed stares, she won't feel any shame for it

-Also is stubborn and proud despite trying very hard not to be. Pretty much nobody can make her feel bad about it other than Hollow and maybe her mom (the two people who can make her feel like a child), but even then she'll still be stubborn as hell and refuse to yield

-Her cloak is heavy, warm, and packed full of various pockets for items, which makes it quite heavy and comforting to wear. She takes excellent care of it and often curls up under it when sleeping in a lil ball of murder spider (which are usually perfect circles, or circles with her back legs stretched out)

-Fucking LOVES honey. One of her very few good memories of PK involved her catching him raiding the kitchen for honey in the early morning (when she was participating in her own honey raid), and him letting her have half his share instead of scolding her about it. It's like, the one fatherly memory she has of him, as he stopped acting parental pretty much as soon as she became old enough to remember things (which he did to prevent her further heartbreak down the line, but lead to her thinking that he barely tolerated her)

-Had a crush on Songstress Marissa when she was younger, which she now absolutely refuses to talk about. Her type in women is still made up of two categories, which is 'pretty lady' and 'can beat my ass'

-Purrs. Does not know she can purr until much, much later in her life, as it is a courtship response. Is extremely embarressed by said purring

-Despite her aloof nature, she is touch-starved to hell and back. Drag this girl into a snuggle pile, and she will protest, but eventually melt, and maybe start to cry the first time it happens. She just needs the affection and ability to put her guard down that badly

-Terrible with kids. She has no maternal or sisterly instincts whatsoever. She is deeply protective of Ghost and Hollow, but she's also just as likely to kick Ghost down a flight of stairs if they piss her off. Hand her a child and she will freeze, hold it out awkwardly, or just straight-up drop it

-I have no idea if this will be a thing in Silksong, but I headcanon that she is capable of making a kingdom fall if she needs to, and is more than willing to tear it down if she spots its rotting underbelly. Hallownest's defense was all about putting her old home to rest so that it could decay peacefully and grow into something new, but I get the feeling that Pharloom is on its last legs, and that Hornet's gonna tear its throat out as soon as she gets the chance to pounce upon its weakness, perhaps with the help of mortals that she assisted along the way

#hornet hk #hollow knight #hollow knight headcanons #silksong #whew this got out of hand #in my defense i personally really fuckin love hornet shfhejsj #anon #reply

[altheasmeadow]

Last Piece of The Puzzle

Summary: In which, Han and Lee know, I always felt a bit of a hole in their bond, and now they know why

Pairing: Lee Know X Reader X Han Jisung

Warnings: insecurities

Everyone was supposed to have one soulmate, those were the cards fate played. Having more than one wasn’t unheard of but it never had a happy ending. Between not accepting one of the two soulmates, to never meeting your third part there were few things on their side.

She had more factors, her family was very traditionally close minded, she did well at hiding her marks claiming she just hadn’t received a mark in general, making her the punching bag of all of her family’s pent up aggression. She chose not to pick a mark to show, deeming it as disrespectful towards her soulmates to absentmindedly pick one over the other. One day however her cousin burst into the bathroom while she was getting out of the shower and caught a glimpse of the two marks, not even giving her a chance to explain, her cousin outed her for being a “whore” in front of anyone she could find.

She honestly gave up hope after that incident. She got kicked out, though that did not stop her family from tracking her down at random times and belittling her whenever they saw fit.

That’s what led her here, outside of her bestfriends work place, nervously pacing as she waited for him to join her, just as she psyched herself out and turned on her heel the door opened and she was almost immediately engulfed in a hug from behind by Hyunjin.

“Are you okay? What did they do this time?” Hyunjin wondered, spinning her to face him as he scanned her for any marks that weren’t meant to be on her of course.

“They caught me in the freaking supermarket Hyunjin.” her voice broke, conveying her frustrations.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m so tired.” She whined, shoving her head into his chest as he simply rubbed his hand on her back for comfort.

“Do you want to come back to my dorm tonight? So you’re not alone.” He offered, earning a sniffle and a nod. “Okay let me go tell everyone I’m calling it a day.” He said starting to turn ignoring the protests the woman offered wishing he wouldn’t drop everything for her like that.

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20 minutes later she was swaddled in blankets and Hyunjin’s arms as they watched some awful american movie and ate any snacks they could get their hands on.

“How come you’ve never shown me your marks?” Hyunjin wondered, all he knew was she had two, she never said any descriptors.

“It’s not something I exactly like sharing, Jin.” She sighed, not feeling up for the conversation but once Hyunjin gets started it's impossible to stop him.

“Oh come on! Han and Minho have a third and I’ve seen their mark. I never walked away from them.” He defended, knowing her fear was him becoming like her family.

“I didn’t expect Han and Minho to have a third if I’m honest.” She murmured, remembering seeing interviews where the two were looking at each other as if they were the only two in the world.

“They are really excited to meet them, but a bit nervous that their third might reject one of them and not the other.”

“Well people are stupid.”

“Can I please see your marks?”

“Why?”

“Okay I might be a bit curious because their third mark may have some symbolism to you and I just want to make sure.” Hyunjin declared, watching as his friend huffed and shrugged the blankets off of her and lifted her shirt to reveal tso very familiar markings to Hyunjin, A small handprint present on her ribs that was also on Han and a little bite mark that was also present on Lee Know. That one was placed on her neck and the one she covered with turtlenecks and hoodies a lot.

“Now can you leave it alone.” She grumbled, grabbing her snack and going back to eating.

“Oh my god!” He yelped, grabbing her food and throwing it to the other end of the bed in his excitement earning a very scary glare from the woman but he simply continued on. “You're their third! This is amazing, they'll be so happy!”

“Hyunjin, One: throw my food away from me ever again and stray kids will be down a member. And Two: those two don’t need a third, they look at each other like they’re the only ones in the world and I am most definitely not going to try to get between that.” She dismissed the idea, suddenly not wanting to be in the boy’s shared area with the new found information.

She grabbed her things, ignoring her friends' protests and frantic typing on his phone supposedly to her other counterparts.

Throwing their bodies through the front door of the dorm the two were immediately met with a very disappointed Hyunjin who was pacing the floor of the foyer leaving yet another voicemail to his friend.

“Look at least come back here, even if it’s not to meet them, You shouldn’t be alone after the incident.”

Even the name sent shivers down their spines, they watched their friend eagerly hoping to hear the voice on the other end but hyunjin simply ended the call and told the two it was a voicemail.

“She ran?” Han asked sadly, making Minho wrap his arm around him to comfort him, though he too felt the hurt of the rejection pulsing through him.

“She was intimidated.” Hyunjin defended, not wanting the two to think she was openly rejecting them, since he knew that was the last thing on her mind.

“By what? Han is literally the equivalent to a squirrel and I’m only scary to you.” Minho blurted out, feeling very put off by the comment.

“She’s seen clips of you two, how happy you guys are, she doesn’t want to face rejection or for you guys to feel the need to adjust your system for her.” Hyunjin said, sighing in frustration as he ran a hand through his hair.

“That’s stupid.”Minho bluntly stated with a tinge of annoyance on his tongue.

“Yea well if you lived her life you’d understand.”

The conversation got cut off by a weak voice on the other side of the door, “Jin I know they’re in there but I really don’t have anywhere else to go at the moment, can you please let me in.”

Hyunjin didn’t even get a chance to process the presence before Han lunged for the door, tearing it open and pulling his other counterpart into a tight embrace.

The electrifying feeling where his hand rested where her shirt had slightly risen was intoxicating, her previously tense body seemingly to relax completely against the man.

“I’ll uh leave you guys to it.” Hyunjin muttered, rushing away to hide in his bedroom, and totally not easedrop.

“We’ve been waiting a while for you.” Minho simply stated, never the one for romantics, but she honestly couldn’t care. She just didn’t want to think about the family she had spotted outside of her apartment lurking and waiting for her. She pulled away and gently caressed Han’s face as her eyes filled with adoration that she will one hundred percent blame on the soulmate bond and not because she always found him beautiful in every video Hyunjin sat her down to watch.

“Okay me now.” Minho grumbled, pushing Han out of the way and pulling her into his arms next.

“We are never letting you go now.” He muttered after some moments of just hugging and swaying, Han eventually joining and making a group hug.

#stray kids #lee minho #lee know #straykids imagines #han jisung #minsung #straykids fluff #hwang hyunjin #stray kids au #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #lee minho imagines #han jisung imagines #lee know imagines #jisung imagines #han imagines #kpop imagines #kpop idol x reader #idol x reader #kpop #fanfic #kpop scenarioes #idol imagines

[caseylicious]

Qpr (queer platonic relationship) with the boys but it's with a energetic fun loving s/o. I mostly just want fluff and more qpr content :]

Platonic Love.

Summary: How do the brothers (separate) and the reader interact in a queer platonic relationship?

Characters: Leo, Raph, Mikey, and Donnie.

Reader: GENDER NEUTRAL (not specified)

Relationship: PLATONIC

Warnings: None! Some fluff.

A/N: It's quite refreshing that somebody would like to see some platonic relationships with the brothers! Thank you my dear. I LOVE queer platonic relationships. They're just so nice and friendly honestly. Mind it being shorter than my other pieces.

As always! Please, Enjoy 💐

[ If you have any constructive criticism or corrections for any of my English do let me know! :) ]

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"Queer Platonic Relationship" : Queerplatonic relationships and queerplatonic partnerships are committed intimate relationships which are neither romantic nor sexual in nature. They may differ from close friendship by having more explicit commitment, validation, status, structure, and norms, similar to a conventional romantic relationship.

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💙 Leo

You two had a bond like no other, literally.

you both had the most goofiest inside jokes that nobody could understand, except the two of you.

He wasn't interested in dating you, and you weren't interested in dating him. Hence, you both became bestfriends.

He loved you as his buddy and bestfriend and you did as well.

The trust that you had for one another, could argue with the trust I have for Tumblr saving my drafts. was unbelievable. You could just tell him anything like drama, gossip, funny jokes...

And important information. He'd keep a secret for you no matter how bad it is, with advice.

Whenever people asked if you and Leo were dating, you'd laugh. Not to be mean, but it was just a funny thought!

"I'm sorry- did you ask if we're dating?" Leo spitted out the water he was drinking, just to wheeze loudly. "L- LORD... WHAT?" You couldn't help but giggle, rejecting the claim. "We're friends buddy."

Leo gasped insulted, "JUST friends? I thought we were BEST friends!" You rolled your eyes nudging him. "I meant that dumbass-"

You both were together by the hip. Telling each other the most stupidest things that Donnie has ever heard. You were Leo's best friend and nothing was going to change that.

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❤️ Raph

His hugs are literally the best, congratulations you're in love with this big turtle platonically.

He is a man of GREAT advice... sometimes. You and his brothers know that best.

He is your Number #1 Hype man to almost everything. And I mean EVERYTHING.

You trying to find a relationship? He'd hype you up to ask out the guy/gal! Trying to get the new job? He'd make you practice on how to look presentable with a good pep talk.

Whenever you just have a bad day he'd let you watch shows with him on the projector. As you vent and complain about people that he has heard of multiple times.

"And- Raph. You don't understand, he has the audacity to just tell me, NO! Like are you serious??" He nods listening to your day, while paying attention to the show. As you were about to continue, you glanced to your red friend. Who.. was eating popcorn to Jupiter Jim. "Oh my god you aren't listening..."

"Huh-? What! I am listening Y/N.. I don't know what you're talking about-" He sweats scratching the back of his neck. "It's okay to say you weren't listening to some of it- I won't get mad y'know."

"Yeah I wasn't listening."

"Knew it."

He would still need some reminders that you both are friends, though- He just overthinks a bit sometimes. That you'd leave him all alone.

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🧡 Mikey

Being in a platonic relationship with Mikey would be so much fun. Imagine all the nights you'd both stay late to argue on which franchise was better.

He'd show you his drawings of his brothers, and you'd show him your drawings of you and him. The days spent with you drawing with him ranting on about your favorite shows.

Mikey would share his favorite music with you, and you'd do the same! You both just got along so well; nothing could honestly tear you two apart.

He'd give you advice whenever you were going a tough moment, and listen to you complain.

And he'd agree with you because of how right you were.

the DRAMA you'd gossip about with him, especially in the Battle Nexus? My goodness.

"Do you think they're having an affair...?" He whispered as you both stood in the crowds within the Hidden City. You chuckled nodding, "Totally! with.. that weird blue scorpion looking thing." The both of you began to giggle covering your mouths. "Nooo wayyy..." "SHHSHSHSHHHH!"

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💜 Donnie

Donnie wasn't looking for a partner, but a friend. And you filled that role perfectly. You chose to understand that he didn't see the need for a relationship in his life.

He appreciated you as a person. Especially when he explained how he didn't understand emotions easily and may be a bit hard to work with.

You'd go to him for advice on your work, and he'd scold you. Not to make you mad, but to remind you of your future.

Whenever you came inside of his lab, you were immediately his lab assistant. And you honestly didn't mind!

Though you were a bit silly, you still tried to understand.

"So, Y/N. I need the screwdriver..." He had his hand open.. with no screwdriver. "Uhm. Y/N-? Dear god what are you doing?" You were trying to balance all of the instruments needed for his experiment.

"I'm being a genius Donnie.." He stared at your creation of boredom. "..Uh huh."

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[karmic-vibes]

Oh, Baby, Baby

2 - How Was I Supposed to Know?

cw: mentions of pregnancy, failed contraceptives, misgendering

Year: 1985

“If you two don’t get her to go to sleep, I’m shipping you off to Wayne’s for the night!” Pattie threatened.

Maggie had been screaming for the past hour, nothing doing the trick to console her. Stevie and Eddie had tried feeding her, changing her, rocking her, and everything else in between. They knew she was teething, so they tried giving her an array of toys to help soothe her, but she was even rejecting those.

The couple had school the following day, but they were debating on skipping again because of the lack of sleep they were each getting. Stevie was beginning to worry that her parents were going to kick them out—she knew her father couldn’t take much more of this. She was already pressing her luck by being a teen parent, never mind having both her child and husband staying there as well.

“Eds, can you try feeding her again?” Stevie pleaded.

“Stevie, my nipples are so fucking sore,” he whined.

“Please! She needs to go to sleep.”

“Jesus, fine.”

Eddie sat up in bed as Stevie set Maggie down in her husband’s arms. By the grace of god, she began eating and mellowed out. The parents sighed and sunk back into their bed’s headboard.

“You’re getting a fucking vasectomy,” Eddie mumbled. “I’m not doing this shit again.”

“Not getting pregnant?”

“Not having anymore babies. This is fucking exhausting.”

“But I want more kids.”

“You want more of these?”

“Yeah… is that bad?”

“Christ, Stevie.” Eddie gently ran his thumb along Maggie’s chubby cheek. “How many more are we talking?”

“I want six kids.”

“Six!? Nu-uh, no way!”

“Why? We’re great parents.”

“Let’s see how shit goes with Maggie first, and we’ll go from there. Deal?”

“Deal.”

A few months passed and the couple was finally getting a hang of being parents. Now that Maggie wasn’t teething, she was learning to walk, and even babbling, home life was becoming much easier. Pattie was helping out while they were at school, John would read to her when they did their homework, and Wayne would babysit when no one else was able. Their lives were finally coming together, despite the accident that was their daughter.

By June, the couple was set to graduate high school. Eddie had already been held back a year, which was expected after having Maggie. But the family didn’t care—if anything, it was more convenient that they were able to graduate together.

When the ceremony began, Eddie and Stevie walked side by side, with Eddie holding Maggie up on his hip. They had convinced their principal to have Maggie with them, and even got her a graduation gown and cap to match her parents.

While graduating high school was nothing more than an expectation for the Harrington’s, Wayne was beyond proud of Eddie for his accomplishment. Even with all the obstacles he had to overcome, he still managed to leave with a degree. The wife and the kid were just a little bonus.

The Harrington’s spent the summer in Hawkins with their friends, basking in the little time they had left before they were set to up and move to California. Stevie had gotten into UC Berkeley and Eddie had gotten a job working for a music producer. He may have just been a coffee runner, but he was happy to get the opportunity to know people in the industry.

The family moved out to California near the end of summer, Stevie getting special housing accommodations for her family. Berkeley had provided the Harrington clan with a two bedroom apartment, fully furnished with a kitchen and laundry in the basement of the building. John was paying for Stevie’s entire college education, as long as she kept her GPA above a three. He even said that if they ever wanted to move into a bigger place, he’d cover the costs.

Stevie may have never been close with her father growing up, but she firmly believed that he had a soft spot for his granddaughter. Who could blame him—everyone loved Maggie.

Right as winter break approached, Eddie decided to celebrate by surprising his wife with a special, adults-only evening. He hired a babysitter to take Maggie off their hands and Eddie made the whole evening about Stevie.

He made her dinner, rented her favorite movie, found a nice wine to try, and bought a bunch of candles to decorate their bedroom for their alone time. When dinner was all said and done, and they were up in their room, the entire world melted around them.

That was, until, Eddie felt the condom break.

“Shit, Stevie, get off me,” he panicked.

“What? What happened?” she hummed, blissed out.

“The stupid condom snapped—I feel you’re fucking cum in me. Get off, I need to go clean up.”

“Ed, stop panicking. You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, look how that turned out the first time.”

“Okay, but you love her, so it worked out.”

“Just because I love our kid doesn’t mean I want another one. Now move, Stevie, before I end up pregnant again.”

“Eddie–”

“Stephanie, I am not having another kid before I’m twenty!”

“Fine,” she whined as she rolled off him. “I love you, Eds. Thanks for tonight.”

“You’re gonna be asleep when I’m done showering, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm,” Stevie hummed. Eddie placed a kiss on her forehead and ran his hand through her hair.

“I love you too, baby. I’m gonna go wash out your swimmers.”

“Don’t be gross.”

“Too late.”

Eddie kept a close eye on his cycle for the following month, and for the first time in his life, he was thankful to get his period. He rejoiced with his wife at the fact that he wasn’t pregnant and they could return to their normal life.

Slowly, but surely, Eddie was making strides in the music industry. He scraped enough money together to rent some studio time, where he was able to put together a single on a cassette. He presented it to his boss, who happily sent it out to a handful of record labels, seeing if anyone would want to pick him up as a client.

It took a few months, but Eddie eventually heard back and he struck a deal with Capitol Records. They offered him a single album contract, and would be offering him more if he picked up a following. When his new manager, Billy, told him, he was buzzing from excitement—so much to the point where he immediately upheaved his lunch in the trash can.

“Fuck, ‘m alright,” he groaned.

“You sure, man?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, I’m, uh… I’m fine. Nerves just getting to me, I guess.”

“Well, pull it together. You’re gonna be big, kid.”

“I’m… aren’t I older than you?”

“I dunno, dude, maybe. But regardless, why don’t you take the rest of the day off. Head to urgent care or something and get yourself checked out—make sure you don’t have food poisoning or something.”

“I told you, it’s just nerves.”

“Still, go get checked out just to be safe. I can even drive you, if you need a ride.”

“Yeah, fine, let’s go.”

Eddie hopped in Billy’s Camaro and was dropped off at the closest urgent care center, where Billy just waited in the parking lot until he was done. Lucky for Eddie, the wait wasn’t long, so he was able to be seen within a few minutes.

“So, Mrs. Harrington–” Eddie cringed and chewed at his bottom lip. “What brings you in today?”

“I threw up at work and my boss just wants to make sure I’m okay. I feel a little queasy, but besides that, I’m fine.”

“Alright, we’ll figure out what’s going on. Just a few questions–”

“No, I’m not pregnant if that’s one of your questions.”

“Okay, so when was your last period?”

“A few weeks ago.”

“And how long did it last?”

“I dunno, three days?”

“And there’s no chance you could be pregnant?”

“I mean, no? My spouse and I had a condom break a few months back, but we took care of it immediately.”

“So you went to the doctor and got a Plan B?”

“What? No, I–”

“So there is a chance you could be pregnant?”

“No, I cleaned up immediately.”

“Mrs. Harrington…” Eddie rolled his eyes, but sat back and listened to the rambling doctor. “Just because you ‘cleaned up’ doesn’t stop you from getting pregnant. Let’s just take a test to be sure. If you’re so adamant that it’s going to be negative, then there shouldn’t be an issue.”

“Fine, but I don’t have to pee.”

“We can do a blood test. It’s more accurate that way, anyway.”

“I’d rather just pee,” he muttered.

“Then drink up and I’ll be back soon.”

After Eddie devoured nearly a liter of water, he requested to use the restroom. He did his business and continued to wait for the result. The thirty minutes dragged on, even though he knew what the result was going to be. Eventually, his doctor came back in, result in hand.

“Well, Mrs. Harrington, congratulations. You’re–”

“Not pregnant? I told you I wasn’t.”

“Eating for two…” the doctor trailed off.

“I’m… I’m sorry, it almost sounded like you said I was pregnant.”

“Yeah… because you are…”

“I… no, I can’t be. Please, say psych.”

“Mrs. Harrington–”

“Don’t fucking call me that. Tell me you’re joking and tell me I’m not pregnant,” he panicked. “I-I got my period. How can I be pregnant?”

“A bit of spotting is actually quite normal. The test is right here, if you wanna take a look. Two lines means it’s positive.” He showed Eddie the test strip, and two lines glared at him, clear as day.

“Oh, my fucking god…” he cried. “I can’t be pregnant again.”

“Again? Do you already have a child?”

“Yeah… she’s not even two. Oh my god!” Eddie sobbed into his hands, his breath getting caught in his throat. “I can’t do this again.”

“I mean, there are other options available.”

“I know, but my spouse would never want to go through with that…”

“Well, have a conversation with him and see what would work best for you two. While we’re here, would you like to get an ultrasound done? Just to see what’s what?”

“Might as well,” he sniffed.

“Alright, follow me down the hall and a tech should be with you shortly.”

“Thanks,” he grumbled.

He got situated on the exam table and blacked out for the remainder of the exam. It wasn’t until the ultrasound technician asked him a series of questions when he tuned back in.

“Ready to listen?” she smiled.

“I, um, yeah, I guess…”

He heard the thumping of the heartbeat over the speakers and tears spilled over his eyes. He didn’t want another baby. Not now. He couldn’t.

“Okay, that was Baby A. Ready for Baby B?”

“I’m sorry, what!?”

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[are-we-really-doing-this]

Do you think that The Path Of Totality is just...JDevil lore?

Okayokayokayokay yes I DO, I gotta break this one down by song, this is too good, okay so:

Chaos Lives in Everything = JDevil living inside JD, duh, and JD not being able to escape his demons. Err, demon. Demon/alter ego/musical side project.

Kill Mercy Within = JDevil feels alienated from human society so he rejects humanity and says ‘fuck you and your broke ass system, I kill with impunity’.

My Wall = JDevil living with his own demons and those who wanna see him suffer, in the end accepts that things always change as well as…forgiveness and resolve???

Narcissistic Cannibal = JDevil really likes Hannibal. And positivity in the face of nihilism. And eating people.

Illuminati = JDevil despises the evil empire government of humans looking to rule society with hate and greed.

Burn the Obedient = JDevil reeeeeally doesn’t like the 14 year old Twitter anarchists talking about violent revolution when they can’t even break their curfew without crying to mommy about how they’re so sorry, it won’t happen again.

Sanctuary = JDevil practicing desperate coping mechanisms in response to psychological and physical abuse.

Let’s Go = THE PASSAGE OF TIME MEANS NOTHING, DON’T BE A HATER, FUCK THIS SHIT, LET’S FUCKING PARTY, OH GOD THE DEMONS ARE BACK, BABY PLEASE PICK UP THE PHONE I’M SORRY ABOUT THE DEAD RATS.

Get Up! = JDevil loves Fight Club.

Way Too Far = JDevil don’t really understand human issues so when he tries to fix them he always ends up fucking something up, but he wants you to know that he cares.

Bleeding Out = JDevil thought he had a friend in someone but they decided to talk some shit and now he regrets ever trusting them and kinda sorta blames himself for something out of his control. Also crucifixion imagery. Brutal diss track.

Fuels the Comedy = OH Y’ALL DON’T LIKE MY PITCH BLACK DEMON TEETH AND EYES OR MY CRUSTY HAIR OR MY CHEETO-DUSTED FINGERS OR MY FIRE MIXTAPE, SUCK MY WHOLE ENTIRE DEMON DICK, BITCH!!!1!1!!1!

Tension = Sometimes JDevil gives into the dark thoughts and is sometimes shocked at the emotions he feels that regular normie humans don’t, but in the end he can’t rest easy knowing the person that fucked him up is hurting.

#BEHOLD: CHARACTER GROWTH #deep lyrical analysis: JDevil Edition #this was so fuckin FUN I know I can always count on you to whip me back onto the JDevil path #my favorite sick nasty demon dude 🥰 #JDevil hours #which hopefully means I can go to sleep and dream of JDevil #jdevil #jonathan davis #korn #edm #dubsteb #nu metal