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churipu · 3 months
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hiii !!
this is my first time requesting smth so sorry if I’m not making sense !! 😭
can u do jjk boys / men with short reader ?? can u also include megumi ?
thank you !
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SHORTIE — JJK MEN + SHORT PARTNER
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featuring. megumi fushiguro, toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, nanami kento x reader
warnings. none
note. hii jelly!! don't worry love you're doing great, and thank you for requesting! sorry it took so long :( i hope you like this. also, guys, omg you don't know how thankful i am to reach 500+ followers in a short amount of time, i'm going to sob. i love you all so much <;33
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MEGUMI FUSHIGURO. i feel like he doesn't mind at all, he did say his type was someone with an unshakable character — so he could obviously care less about your height. in fact, he'd be pretty much delighted, he finds you adorable (but let's face it, he'd never tell that to your face).
it sounds cliche but megumi would be the one to help you get things from higher places, and when he can't reach them either — he'd carry you up his shoulders to let you grab it. if there's one other thing that he loves besides your personality, it's your height.
so when anyone tries to bring you down with that, megumi would definitely be up to defend you; saying there's no problem with your height and how much he likes that about you.
"what're you talking about? they look just fine." megumi mutters out, scratching the back of his head, his eyes averting to the side.
"so what if they're short? why does that matter?"
"'t doesn't matter what you think, i like them, so what?"
just, he's always going to defend you about your height so the next second you feel conscious about it — he's going to ask you if anyone said anything, and if you said yes (he'll make sure to find out who it is behind your back), and if you said no (he'll tell you how much he loves you, your height, and everything about you).
TOJI FUSHIGURO. big tease, will definitely make fun of your for it, he calls you "shortie", it's just his default nickname for you. the first time het met you, he's just decided that he'd go with the name "shortie" instead of "y/n".
he's going to ask you to grab something for him, and when you realized it's something out of reach, it's just his act to make fun of you, "hey shortie, grab my favorite mug for me."
and when you opened the mug cabinet, his mug is just sitting on the very top — you looked at him with a defeated smile and let out a laugh. he would always end up taking it for himself, patting your head on the way with a satisfied laughter.
though sometimes, you feel a little self-conscious when he makes fun of your for your height, and toji would caught up to it almost immediately.
"what's up, shortie? why'd you look so sad, hm?"
"am i really that short?" he cocked his eyebrow and hummed out, signaling that it's a yes indeed. but he scoffs after.
"so what?" he mutters out, laying his hand on top of your head before walking away, don't worry it's just his way of telling you he loves you. you'd feel so much better after that.
that's why he kept calling you shortie, no matter how self-conscious you get, he ends up encouraging you about it. so he never bothered stopping (and he never thought of stopping the nickname).
GOJO SATORU. like toji, i feel like gojo is a big tease as well. he absolutely loves your height, he's a tall man, and having such a short partner is a fun thing to him. he loves making fun of you (in a cute way) — and so you didn't mind it at all, since you know that gojo didn't mean it literally.
"oh, i didn't see you there! you're so small i could just step on you." he marvels out with a toothy grin before scooping you into his embrace.
with that being said, gojo absolutely loves carrying you on top of his shoulders, and when he has the chance to, he won't waste the chance to ask you how it feels like to be so much taller. you always comply with his jokes as well so he loves teasing you a lot, cause you give out reactions to him.
"how does it feel to be tall?" he asks you, hand gripping on your hips, holding you in place so you wouldn't fall.
"not bad, definitely could feel the heat up here, must suck being so close to the sun," you replied back, patting his head gently and gojo chuckles, letting you down.
being short isn't so bad when you have a giant to protect you from the heat, he's like your personal umbrella. so, you weren't going to complain about it at all.
also, gojo wouldn't let you talk bad about your height. he's your number one fan, don't tell me otherwise.
NANAMI KENTO. he absolutely adores you. he loves how his shirt looks big on you, he loves how small you look next to him, he loves how you always use him as a shield for anything, he just loves you.
most of the time, you'd feel a little bad about your height — but nanami would tell you how it doesn't matter and how much he loves you. he has his ways of showing his love to you and your height. nanami would sometimes use you as a place to rest his arm, at first you thought he was making fun of you, but he wasn't and i guess it's now just a normal thing for the both of you.
nanami loves tucking your head under his chin when you're both relaxing, watching a movie, cooking, anything — he just loves pulling you close and laying his chin on top of your head. he tells you it feels comfortable, and so that has also been a normal thing for the both of you.
having a small height means teeny tiny body parts. your hands, especially; he's in love with how small they are compared to his. how your hand always tugs on his shirt when you're out, he's hand would engulf yours completely, and he makes sure you're well taken care of when you both go out (it would be hard if you'd get lost in the crowd).
one thing he adores is a habit that you always do when he's busy. of course you wanted attention, and when you wanted his attention — he'd find you tugging at his shirt, his suit, his hand with your own while muttering out a, "boyfriend, boyfriend".
he's just so in love with you and everything about you, and with that, you've slowly come to love your own height. thanks to him.
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triflesandparsnips · 5 months
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So I understand that there are Good Omens show fans who have never read Good Omens the book, and that makes me deeply sad because--
Like, there's so much depth to the story being told about humans and humanity and the choice between good and evil -- and how that's actually a false dichotomy whoooops -- WHILE ALSO not really being about Aziraphale and Crowley at all (who are, imo, basically there as embodiments of "Impressive Failures" for the purposes of Theme and also Plot).
BUT IF you want to know why I've shipped them since the book-- here's the moment it happened for wee teenage me:
Wednesday (before the end of the world)
So it's Warlock's birthday party. And there are all these children and security guards and also an angel doing magic tricks while a demon is disguised as a caterer. This bit is basically the same as the show, so hooray.
But as wee me understood the characters up to this point, they were still basically enemies who had been in the field together for way too long and knew each other's moves well enough for the same tempting/thwarting of one another to become kind of boring and repetitive and generally pointless-- particularly once they realized that they could, for instance, just live their (separate!) lives watching humans being weird (Crowley) and seeking various sensory stuff (Aziraphale) while doing the least work necessary to keep their respective bosses off their backs.
The Arrangement was borne not out of hiding a friendship or anything, but instead the realization that sometimes covering for one another would just... cut down on their total overall workload. They were, at best, employees of two different, competitive companies-- though in same kind of department, doing the same kind of work-- who discovered they liked to have lunch at the same deli and that their jobs were sometimes distressingly more similar than either was comfortable with.
SO ANYWAY. BACK TO THAT WEDNESDAY. They're not covering for one another with this whole Antichrist thing-- they're now actively collaborating, and they've acknowledged (mostly) that it's not to cut down on their individual workloads, but rather to preserve their identical-- but not shared (not yet)-- goals of Getting To Continue The Lives On Earth They've Grown To Enjoy.
But like-- still not friends. Not really.
Until Aziraphale fucks up a bit, Warlock accidentally gets hold of a security guard's weapon and starts waving it around, and:
Then someone threw some jelly at Warlock. The boy squeaked, and pulled the trigger of the gun. It was a Magnum .32, CIA issue, gray, mean, heavy, capable of blowing a man away at thirty paces, and leaving nothing more than a red mist, a ghastly mess, and a certain amount of paperwork. Aziraphale blinked. A thin stream of water squirted from the nozzle and soaked Crowley, who had been looking out the window, trying to see if there was a huge black dog in the garden. Aziraphale looked embarrassed. Then a cream cake hit him in the face.
My teenage brain exploded at this moment.
BECAUSE: there is no reason for Aziraphale to do that.
Work-wise: If he got shot, Crowley would get discorporated, but not die-- and anyway, it would happen in such a way that both of them could explain it away easily to their respective sides (and possibly even be commended for it!).
Collaboration-wise: If Crowley had been watching Aziraphale, and if he'd seen Aziraphale have the chance to change the gun but not do it-- then yeah, probably that would've been annoying enough to have warranted some chilly conversations once he came back topside, and therefore, Aziraphale choosing to save Crowley could've been a reasonable, logical choice to keep their working relationship on an even keel until they'd sorted out this Doomsday thing.
But Crowley was looking the other way.
Work-wise, it doesn't make sense-- and secret-collaboration-wise, it doesn't make sense-- and so it is, overall, really weird that Aziraphale saved him.
But his automatic reaction-- in a blink-- is to stop Crowley from getting shot. And he knows it's weird-- he feels embarrassed that his sudden, unthinking reaction is to save his "enemy".
And the final bit is just a couple paragraphs later:
With a gesture, Aziraphale turned the rest of the guns into water pistols as well, and walked out.
SO LOOK: He changed only the pistol about to shoot Crowley. His automatic reaction had nothing to do with saving a party full of humans, many of them children-- nothing to do with Heaven or Hell-- nothing to do with preserving the coworker he needs to stop Armageddon--
It was all to do with saving Crowley. Who may be the enemy, but he's Aziraphale's enemy. And another part of his life on Earth that he's doing all of this just to preserve.
Which may also be, for the first time, the moment he lets himself realize how important Crowley in particular is to him.
...and so anyway, that's how I started shipping these two immortal idiots, and one of many reasons why everyone should read the book.
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theminecraftbee · 6 months
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Tango makes a terrible, terrible face as he walks into Grian's new creation. Bit rude, he thinks that is, but whatever. Grian waves his arms out, getting ready to show Tango more than he'd shown him when the practice room was still in-progress, when Tango says:
"What did you do to it?"
"Huh?"
Tango shudders. He folds his arms over himself and looks at Jellie the ravager. "What did you do to it. To this place. Why is it... warm?"
"I mean, it's not really warm, see it's all white so it actually doesn't retain heat very well, even with the froglamps, so I had to do some work to make sure the temperature was appropriate for heavy physical activity while not risking frostbite the way the actual dungeon does, and..."
Grian trails off.
"The point is that it's mostly just, I don't know, mild temperature? Unnoticeable temperature? The fact you commented on it is weird."
There's a strangely echoing quality to Tango's voice as he steps back again, against the door to the practice room. "It's clean."
"Yeah. I mean, that's the aesthetic, isn't it? Wiped clean of everything but the ravager, the water, and the drowned. None of the distractions. Good for practicing, you know?" Grian squints. "You should like it. You said you'd like it. Wanted people to be able to practice so they'd do better at the dungeon."
Tango shudders again. "You've wiped clean the ravagers, too. I can't... touch her."
"What?" Grian says, baffled.
"What have you done to this place," Tango says.
"Listen, I won't have you insulting my clean room," Grian says. "I cleaned it of all the dungeon bits. It's nice and easy and white and understandable. I won't have you corrupting it."
Hm. Not sure where that one came from, he realizes. Probably a bad sign. He'd certainly guess as much from Tango, who is staring at him with something akin to horror.
In a voice that echoes like a card readout, Tango says: "You won't do this in the dungeon. You'll feed us what's left from this. Or I'll have to ask you to move it."
Grian rolls his eyes. "Geez, yeah, I won't touch the actual dungeon! I already broke the sound test room, I'm not breaking any really important redstone. Now, do you want to see the drowned dodging room or not?"
"I'm horrified to find out what happened to the drowned, if this is your ravager."
Grian looks between Jellie's blank stare and Tango and throws up his hands. "Nothing! I did nothing to her! I have no idea what you're on about!"
"It's like you bleached their insides," mutters Tango. "Bleached everything. It's not natural."
"Not natural? Like you're one to talk!"
"I need to know. Show me," Tango says.
"Right then. Take off your armor first, I don't want Jellie getting thorned or something, then let's practice some dodging and get in there. Then you'll see this is a perfectly normal set of eerie white rooms and leave me alone, right?"
Tango makes a face.
"I don't know why I bother. Honestly. You'd think I'd done something weird," Grian says, and then neither of them talk much, on account of the ravager trying to chew their faces.
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anyasathenaeum · 2 months
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Inexperienced!Choso Thoughts
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A/N: I just really want to do [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] and [redacted] [redacted] this guy, okay? Shoutout to the anon who gave me this brainrot about Choso. It incorporates bits of this at the beginning. It's also not a full-blown fic, just some Thoughts™. Warnings: MINORS DNI, AFAB!reader, female terms and body parts are used, mentions of penetrative, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT, FOLKS), oral (m receiving), guided/taught masturbation, overstimulation, a tiny hint of accidental roughness, Choso being whiny (WOO!).
Inexperienced!Choso, who has no idea what all the new feelings in his body mean, why his whole body feels like it's on fire whenever he's around you and makes his cock so hard that it hurts. What's he supposed to do about it?
Inexperienced!Choso, who comes to you in the middle of the night, asking for an explanation of what he's feeling when he can't sleep because of the fire that courses through his veins and all the images of you naked and beneath him he has whirling around in his brain.
Inexperienced!Choso, who immediately takes it on board when you explain that his feelings are him being "horny" and indicative of his body wanting to mate with somebody and kindly offer to help him with the discomfort it's causing him
Inexperienced!Choso, who ends up cumming the second your soft hand grips his cock, making him whine and pant loudly as his cock throbs and twitches, his seed coating your hand.
Inexperienced!Choso, who accidentally pushes your head down as you're sucking his cock when he feels another orgasm coming, pushing his cock to the back of your throat as he cums and making you choke a little (he immediately apologized afterwards)
Inexperienced!Choso, who ends up fucking you over and over all night as his whines and moans echo through your room, filling you to the brim with his cum and giving you orgasm after orgasm until your brain and body feel like they're made of jelly and you're unable to move, let alone walk the next day.
Inexperienced!Choso, who overstimulates himself to the point of crying but still continues to thrust into you almost desperately, needing to empty himself into you as much as possible. His body wants nothing but to stay bound to yours, claiming you as his in the only way he knows how.
Inexperienced!Choso, who after that night, decides to be a good boy and do some research about having sex and how to make you feel even better the next time you two have sex because Choso cares about your pleasure.
Inexperienced!Choso, who ends up getting aroused while doing research (aka watching porn), and doesn't know what to do about it. You're not around to help him this time as you're out doing errands, so Choso just tries to ignore it (it doesn't work).
Inexperienced!Choso, who's whining and panting against you the moment you get home, his dick painfully hard and the tent in his boxers painfully obvious as he pulls you against him, his lips pressing against yours as he tries and fails at not grinding his erection against your thigh as he whines, "Please, please, (Y/N), please, help me. Need you. Need you. Please, need you so much it hurts."
Inexperienced!Choso, who listens to you with wide eyes as you ask him why he didn't just masturbate, cocking his head to the side as he repeats unsurely, "Masturbate? What's that?", making your eyes widen in surprise as you realize just how inexperienced Choso really is.
Inexperienced!Choso, whose large hand coated in spit slowly wraps around his cock, making him hiss and his cock twitch almost immediately at the contact. Your much smaller hand wraps around his hand as you lay next to him in his bed, talking him through touching himself and making himself feel good.
Inexperienced!Choso, who sees stars and lets out a loud moan the first time he pumps himself from base to tip, fucking into his hand as you guide him gently, pressing soft kisses to his jaw and neck as he follows your instructions.
Inexperienced!Choso, who's a quick learner and begins to thrust into his hand faster and faster, cries and whines of your name escaping him as your hand continues to rest on his as he fucks into it.
Inexperienced!Choso, who feels his orgasm hit him full force as you mumble the softest and gentlest words of praise in his ear as he touches himself, whispers of "That's a good boy, that's it, Choso, you're doing so well touching yourself like that. Good job," making the loudest cry yet escape his lips as his cock twitches and cum spurts all over his abdomen, painting himself in white.
Inexperienced!Choso, who despite having just cum, pouts softly as he looks as you, tugging on you slightly as he whines, "I don't like that I didn't get to make you feel good, though. That doesn't feel fair."
Inexperienced!Choso, whose eyes widen as you blush and lean back in his bed, spreading your thighs a bit so he can see just how soaked your panties are beneath that dress of yours. Watching Choso get himself off for the first time with your guidance and listening to his noises had your pussy aching for him.
Inexperienced!Choso, who immediately wraps his large hands around your thighs and pulls you down towards him, making you yelp at his sudden display of strength.
Inexperienced!Choso, who presses a gentle kiss to your clothed pussy before he tears your panties clean off of you, making you pout - you really liked that pair. Choso sees your pout and he immediately presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh, "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I promise I'll buy you a new pair. Just... let me make you feel good, first."
Inexperienced!Choso, who despite his eagerness, realizes that he doesn't really know what he's doing, and so he looks up at you from between your thighs, his cheeks beautifully pink as he asks you, "Teach me how to make you feel good?"
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yurastarry · 3 months
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screw that pillow— screw himself too!
saiki k. x reader
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✦ — notes : i am doing anything BUT the diap series prolouge. im sorry okay pls forgive me 😭 i promise ill try to upload it during the week
i can't sleep without a pillow it feels so incomplete and empty and it irritates me ARRGGHHHHH
୨୧ cws : touch starved reader. fluff.
✦ — warnings : established romantic relationship. probably ooc saiki.
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you and SAIKI planned to watch a movie at his house while having both of your favorite sweets at the same time.
saiki had just teleported to buy coffee jelly and your favorite desert at a convenience store.
you stared at the open window of his bedroom. it's a sunny day. the sunlight pooled through the window, giving your room a lukewarm ambience.
the birds chirped as the wind breezed in the room. the cool breeze was subtly brushing your face.
you inhale the fresh air, and relax for a bit as you bask in your lonesome.
that was when you realized that you were feeling tired and drowsy. your eyes were starting to close on you. right, you didn't get enough sleep this week because of some class report.
you fight the urge to sleep and occasionally flick yourself on the forehead a few times to wake yourself up. it worked, but it didn't stay for long.
curses. it's getting hard to stay up. you wouldn't want to ruin a date, would you?
.. or maybe you should go and get some shut eye for a bit. saiki's gone for a few minutes so you have some time to take a power nap.
you yawned, rubbing your eyes slowly. it wouldn't hurt, right?
yeah, it wouldn't.
you close your eyes, deciding to snooze for a bit. you grab a nearby pillow and cuddle with it. saiki's scent was on the pillow.
you slowly feel your drowsiness enveloping you, and immediately fall asleep.
saiki teleports back with a bag filled with coffee jelly and your favorite dessert, and sees your figure cuddling a plushie.
'figures, i knew they would be sleeping by now.' he rubs his eyes through his glasses. he's aware you hadn't had enough sleep this week, and it made you miserable.
saiki stared at the pillow you were hugging. he knew you were touch starved and absolutely hated it. he'd swat your hand away if you tried to pinch his cheeks; he's not the one to like physical touch.
he's seen you cuddle plushies and pillows in your sleep, but why is he getting so worked up just because of a mere pillow?
'no, it's nothing to me. why would i get—'
then it hit him hard. saiki, an all knowing and powerful psychic, getting jealous because of a lousy pillow? absolutely foolish. he wouldn't feel like that at all!
this is something silly to be absurd about, and he felt preposterous; not only on that damn pillow but himself too, for getting so pissed at it for some stupid reason. screw that pillow— screw himself too!
a sigh escapes his lips as he sets the bag down at his table. he wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day sleeping in with you anyway, he's tired too.
he walks to his bed, carefully lying down as to not wake you up; the two of you are in close proximity. he reluctantly drapes his arm over you, pulling you close.
it feels weird for him to be this close to you, even though if you've exchanged kisses; but now it's happening to him— and he's the one doing it, but he somehow.. doesn't really mind.
saiki closes his eyes and immediately felt lightheaded after, enveloping your warmth as he falls into deep slumber.
you're going to have to wake up to a lazy psychic after.
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matrixbearer2024 · 1 month
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I just got this crazy idea with Reader having a pet dog and cat and is always distracted or always talks about there Cat and Dog playing, resting, cuddling with Reader and Vox just being jealous at this point wanting some attention too 😂
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What A Jelly TV
Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader
A/N: Ah yes, the double edged sword- Vox is literally going to fight himself in this one since he himself is a pet owner. And yes, I'm mentioning Vark in this cuz about fucking time LMFAO- another slice of life chapter cuz I love writing these. That and we kind of get weird cuddles with the funny TV man, weird in the sense where it's literally a remote connection. Reader is kinda tired of Vox's shit but oh well HAHAHAHAH-
A/N: By the way, I just wanted to mention that timeline wise- this entire series happens AFTER Hazbin's Season 1. So I'll make references to certain things that happened but because I don't want to intermingle the story with canon lore too much- I made things happen after it all. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this installment- it was a little hard to write since I didn't have a prior vision to it but I think it turned out alright Hahahaha- and as always, Happy reading guys!
Vox would proudly admit he was a lot of things.
The king of the biggest technology empire in all of hell-
An oh so powerful overlord-
A conniving and esteemed businessman-
But this-
This was a new low.
Even for him.
Especially when the realization hit like a sack of bricks to the face.
Vox grew to like your presence in his daily routine-
Most of the time even bothering you out of boredom.
He found he liked your attention, not that he'd ever admit it.
He would rather die twice-
But when he figured out pretty soon that he had to share you-
That didn't really sit well.
"Dude, it's just a puppy. Stop being all pissy already-"
Vox just scoffed, you rolled your eyes at his antics.
You kind of expected it, remembering the incident you had with your initial desktop pet.
Glancing over to the open laptop screen nearby, the small digital Vox just waved at you.
Aha... yeah-
This was pretty expected.
"And they're not going to be here for much longer, just until [friend name] finishes moving into their new apartment."
It was only a little over a week ago when your friend called to ask for a favor.
You assured your overlord buddy that it wasn't anything you couldn't handle and Vox eventually just let it go.
Of course, that was until he found out what you had agreed to.
At the start, he didn't really mind.
Hell, he even showed you some pictures of Vark in return while you guys were talking about pets.
But as the days went on and you acted more and more affectionate towards your friend's pet-
It was starting to get under Vox's skin and not in a good way.
You'd coo and cuddle the little fur-ball so much that it was nearly all he saw whenever you guys were talking.
It also doesn't help that you would end up shifting the conversation towards [pet name] and how cute they were after a while.
Vox understood how it was like to fall in love with your pet, he had one of his own after all-
But he couldn't help the envy creeping in seeing the puppy just napping in your lap.
"It's been more than a week doll, just how much longer do you plan on keeping the puppy???"
You were shocked by the fact Vox had been counting days, you didn't really bother to take notice of it.
Not to mention he seemed a little... pouty even?
You just sighed.
"Look, I'll check with [friend name] how much longer they need. I give no promises. Why the heck are you so grumpy about it anyway? It's not like you're the one taking care of the puppy Vox."
The overlord buffered slightly, why was he...?
Honestly speaking, he didn't really know.
He didn't know why he was feeling the way he was.
Only what caused it.
The freaking puppy.
As Vox stared at the screen, he tried to find an excuse that won't make it seem like he got jealous of your freakin pet.
Well, it wasn't even technically yours.
But that isn't the point-
You just expectantly stared at up at the TV screen while the overlord opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish.
Your question was straightforward, no nonsense or beating around the bush-
And still he struggled with an answer?
Soon, a small yip from your lap snapped up your attention again.
You smiled down at the now awake pup and moved to pet it.
Okay that was fucking it-
Static white noise suddenly blared obnoxiously from the TV speakers and you had to cover your ears.
The poor frazzled puppy immediately jumped off your lap and ran off, leaving you and your digital companion alone.
"Ow?! The fuck was that for Vox?!"
He didn't respond to that, just nonchalantly looking off to the side like he didn't just try to destroy your eardrums.
You let out a frustrated sigh, what the hell was this guy's issue???
"Geez, what the hell is up with you today?!"
Vox cringed slightly at your harsh tone.
Okay, he might have gone overboard trying to scare the fur-ball away-
But he didn't think you'd be that upset with him.
Oh well, better to face the music than run.
"Well- maybe if you stopped only paying attention to that fucking fleabag then maybe I wouldn't have to scare it away!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Vox instantly regretted saying them.
It was fucking pathetic.
Your confused expression didn't really help either, he was not going to elaborate-
"You- were you jealous of the fucking dog???"
You couldn't stop the amused grin on your face when you finally understood what was going on.
Not that you would've even noticed anything anyway-
"I- No?! Fuck you!"
This time you couldn't help but laugh at Vox's expense, the TV starting to fizzle and glitch while he uselessly tried to get you to stop.
It was a little...
What was the right word for it?
Cute?
No-
Adorable??
Not really-
Flattering???
Eh, whatever-
Point was, you felt a little fuzzy because Vox wanted your attention.
Like, he didn't know how to ask for it but the fact he still wanted you to just stay and interact with him made you feel funny.
That reminds you-
"Ah! Wait, let me just get something- I wanna see if it works with you-"
"Works? With me?? Doll, what kind of experiment do you want to launch me into this time???"
"Nothing too crazy I promise! Heck, maybe you'll like this one!"
Vox heard your voice call from out of view, the fact you had to run to another room to get it slightly concerned him.
He couldn't tell what you had planned this time, every single other instance he thought you couldn't get any crazier and you just did.
But instead you just came running back with a... pillow?
"Dollface, I think you have plenty of pillows already. What's up with that?"
You smiled cheekily at your flatscreen companion, sitting down on the couch before you plugged in your phone to the pillow.
It was a gift your friend got you months ago that they mentioned would help you sleep better.
The fact humanity managed to put tech in a pillow of all things was still surprising but in this case not unwelcome.
Vox was already surprised that the thing had to be plugged in, but he buffered when an odd warm sensation immediately spread throughout his entire body.
"Wh- What the hell did you just do??"
Your smile soon turned into a grin as you gently hugged the smart pillow, gauging Vox's reactions on the screen as he went from shocked to utterly confused.
It was like he could sort of feel being pressed?
Similarly to how you were hugging the pillow, he could feel himself gently being squeezed.
"So...? Any good?"
"If this is how you're trying to awkwardly hug me then I guess?"
"Ayyyy! It works! Okay, if I give you some cuddles would you stop being pissy at [puppy name] then?"
You knew you won when the screen suddenly tinged pink and Vox just stumbled over his words.
You bit back a snicker as you got comfortable on the couch, shifting slightly to better hug the pillow.
"I'll take that as a yes."
And to no one's surprise, the tech overlord had no complaints.
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hornedqueenofhell · 7 months
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Steddie Sick fic pt. 1
Pre s4 - Eddie is sick but doesn't want to miss Hellfire, until he collapses from his fever and the kids in a panic call Steve. Steve taking care of Eddie who while delirious calls him pretty and says he had a crush on him.
Eddie had been feeling off since he woke up, his throat was dry and scratchy and his body ached like he got hit by a bus. But he needed to maintain some level of attendance at the school and he was already pushing his limits so he downed some painkillers with a cup of coffee and grabbed his books and keys before heading to school.
He doesn’t remember if he managed to take notes or not, even if he did they probably wouldn’t be coherent. His head feels stuffed full of wool and he barely managed to keep down two of the crackers and the water Gareth insisted on nudging his way. When the last bell rang he trudged towards the Drama room to start setup, because of course he couldn’t just go home when he felt so awful, they had Hellfire tonight. He kept his head down, waiting for the halls to mostly empty before moving, and if he had to occasionally lean against the wall to get there that was his business.
A lesser DM may have canceled or postponed but he knew little Will Byers would be leaving them soon for California and that Wheeler, Henderson, and Sinclair were trying to spend as much time together as possible. Honestly it felt a little codependent the way that the others clung to Will, all of them insanely attentive to the smallest flinch the smaller boy let out. There was clearly a story there, one Eddie wasn’t in the mood to hear today. 
He got the minis set up and all but collapsed into his throne, everything hurt and the room was swimming a bit around the edges of his vision. He was breathing hard and shallow too, he needed to get it together. Gareth showed up earlier than everyone else, Eddie was fairly certain his friend could tell that he was under the weather. This was confirmed when the drummer pressed more painkillers into his hand and passed him a still warm cup of tea.
“You break into the teachers lounge?” Christ, was that his voice?! He quickly downed the pills and took a quick sip of the tea.
“You sure you’re up for this man?” Gareth asks instead, Eddie waves his worries off as he takes another sip.
“Yeah man I’m fine, just a frog in the throat is all.” It’s pretty clear neither of them were convinced by that but before his friend could protest or make him cancel the children arrived and the other boy was forced to retreat.
This wasn’t Eddie’s best game he’ll be honest. Between trying to sip the tea as little as possible in order to make it last and all of his npc voices still coming out weak and raspy he just wanted this session to be over. The kids were arguing and Eddie barely had enough strength to smack a hand on the table to shut them up instead of shouting at them. Will kept staring at him, intuitive little fucker he was, could probably tell Eddie wasn’t all there. Okay it was time to end this.
Eddie stood from his throne and tried to make it look like he planned it when he had to splay his hands across the table to stay upright. Black spots danced across his vision and he blinked hard several times to try and clear them. He shook his head when that failed and oh shit that only made it worse, now with spotty vision and vertigo Eddie had to swallow hard as bile climbed up the back of his throat. Just two more minutes damnit.
“Alright everyone, tha-,” he cleared his throat, why did it feel like he was swaying in circles, he wasn’t was he? “That’s all forrrr…” His knees started to buckle so he locked them, fat lot of good it did when they already felt like jelly. He straightened up to his full height and realized too late that was a very bad idea.
“Shit.” Was the last word that slipped from his lips before everything went black.
Pt 2
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things that seemed reoccurring this update:
- Meat
- peas
- jelly
- Hibernation
- Eddie's absence
- Acting out a script (Sally mumbling asking if it's her cue and Howdy changing the script of the narrator in Homewarming storybook, characters general interactions with the narrator, different moments in the video, like the Sally and Frank ad break or the song a barely silent night, where the two literally fight over who get to sing, Sally mentions she wrote the lyrics, and Frank says she already has a song. yeah all of these are easy to see as meta goofs in the original material, but it's the fact there's so much of it this update) (of course all this wrap up with the end of the video where Eddie and Frank are obviously acting off script)
- Being alone (Eddie not having any news of anyone and not even seeing anyone outside (which is interesting as the story says that Sally was up in a tree near his home and saw him fret over having nothing to do), Wally saying it's so quiet during Homewarming and it's just he and Home for a while (potentially the show putting out a christmas special and then being on break? can a show do that?), and in the normal website material, the end of "An ode to hibernation", Frank saying "Where all that's left is me", the "me" being a "...me?")
- Welcome Home being used to sell stuff (cigarettes, medicine, eggnog, cereals, and the cookbook lists ingredients that are a specific brand)
(I'm putting under read more my rambling thoughts so you can just reblog the list without having to see them)
so I can't really make sense yet of all the food stuff. Maybe there are cultural elements/expressions I don't know that explains it? But I still find it very interesting how fucking unhinged that cookbook is yet the commercial and the website treat it normally. The cookbook is overall extremely interesting, because some of the recipes seem to actually be written by the characters; Barnaby who only presents you weird hot dog dressings with pictures but no recipe (and all jokes), Frank who lists not just the ingredients but also the material, and overexplain each steps (at least overexplain compared to the other recipes. it's actually interesting to know why you do x or y), and Julie who turns her recipe into a game at the end, and felt a bit harder to follow? anyway.
The cookbook, the Homewarming tradition of hanging a ham in the tree, Santy Claus being said sometimes instead of Santa, the ham for Santa? Once again, the christmas commercials being so casual about some of the weird stuff it says and presents? This almost feels like an alien who only has a blurry grasp of Christmas and what humans enjoy made the cookbook and the live commercial.
Sometimes, Welcome Home feels like it never actually aired and produced things, but we're making it retroactively exist. Something is making it exist. Like a retcon of the universe, "What do you mean you never heard of Welcome Home? No, of course it always existed and was very popular, look at all this old material we find!"
So maybe whatever is making it exist doesn't fully get humans and accidentally creates things that are weird to prove its existence. Like a cookbook that tells you a single pea in a buttered plate is a classic meal, or that of course you give Santa ham on Homewarming! (tbh almost getting an AI weirdness feel)
But in total contrary, in its story, Welcome Home also feels like it always existed, but got somehow completely wiped from people's mind, as something caused its sudden stop, and its characters gained consciousness of what they are and their world. As an existential dread fell on them one after the other, slowly realizing something isn't right. As Eddie felt anxiety and nervousness over no one being there or contacting him, to then having the story acts lightheartedly about it, the narrator saying things have been solved but he doesn't feel it, and suddenly Home is staring at him.
Both "It never existed but the universe is being retcon into it existing" and "it existed but something terrible happened that erased it from peoples mind" seem plausible. If two theories contradict each other, that means there's a third one that needs to be found.
Maybe it existed. Maybe it truly was popular, but something corrupted it, leading to its disappearance. A disappearance so big it stopped to exist. And now the thing that corrupted it is trying to crawl back, make it exist again, but it's making it come back completely off.
Anyway.
Also, I think the show may have been on hold during the Holiday season, "hibernating", and the character who got some self awareness realized that something was off. They're alone because there's nothing new, so no one is there bringing life to the neighborhood.
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Could I request Ace, Azul, Leona, and Jamil (the tsunderes) getting a stunning, Magicam-worthy dessert from their s/o after the boys get jelly (heh) that she's always giving their dorm mates tasty and cute sweets or desserts she made?
Ace would 100% whine, just sayin'
I 101% agree with you on that last line. And I am so sorry for not doing this sooner! And once again, apologies if they're ooc.
TW: Ooc, slight suggestive on Leona's part, slight mentions of insecurity, a bit longer on Jamil's part, mentions of jealousy
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• So it all started when you baked some goodies and decided to give them to one of the members of Heartslabyul since they weren't allowed desserts. (You felt bad) • And since Ace wasn't there (Trying to avoid Riddle, again), you gave all of the baked goods to a good half of the Heartslabyul. • It continued like that for quite some time, and surprisingly, Riddle was unaware of you giving sweets to his dorm members. (And you hoped it would stay that way) • Now how did Ace find out about this? Simple, from Deuce telling him that you were giving out desserts to half of the Heartslabyul. And Ace being Ace, became really slightly jealous and pouty and whiny, which is not a good combo. • Ace practically barged in on you baking more sweets and confronted you. Whining and complaining about why you didn't give him any desserts too :( • So as compensation, you gave him a stunning and tasty treat, way more than what you gave Heartslabyul that's for sure. • Ace forgave you and teased you for making him such a wondrous dessert. • The two of you shared the dessert and had good laughs here and there, teasing him for being jealous, etc, etc. • At least it ended up not being so bad, huh?
• BONUS: Riddle found out about the baked goods, safe to say it did not end well for you or half of the Heartslabyul.
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• The Mostro Lounge is good and all, but you felt something was amiss, to say the least. And you realized that there were barely any desserts in the Mostro Lounge! (There were just a few) And you had a new recipe you wanted to try out so… • And it was so delicious that most students only came into the Mostro Lounge for your cute and tasty treats! And since you made extras, you gave them to the students. (Not for free though) • Now, Azul found out due to all the whispers of the students because they can't keep their mouths shut. And to say the least, he's surprised he hasn't found out about it sooner. • Although Azul is glad that more people are coming to the Mostro Lounge; he gets jealous because those grubby students keep flocking you and he can't seem to talk to you with all the people hoarding you. • Jade and Floyd(Mostly Floyd) TEASES Azul for his jealousy and Azul not wanting to break his reputation, denies it because he's still trying to up his facade but he knows deep down that it's true. And Azul can't help but feel a bit insecure… • You felt Azul's stare and immediately knew what he was feeling. So you excused yourself and went over to him and comforted him and told him that you promise you'll make even more tasty and cute treats for him. • Happy octopus noises! • Azul is somewhat hesitant to eat due to his past, but you tell him that it's alright and you promise that it's really really good! Azul agrees and he can't help but feel slightly embarrassed because he was jealous for nothing. • You both continue eating and you saved some for both Floyd and Jade. (Floyd almost ate Jade's treats because he loves them so much)
• BONUS: All your tasty baked goods and desserts are on the menu, except for the one you and he ate together.
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• If Leona has to be honest, he kinda doesn't really care that much you were giving out free desserts to his Dorm members. I mean, you do whatever you want and he'll respect that. • However, seeing some of them being way too close then they should made him slightly jealous.. • He acts like he isn't affected by it, but the glares he sends in their direction and the flattened ears alongside the tail swishing back and forth give it away. (Ruggie teases him for it) • If it gets too much, he'll gladly drag you away from that student and make you his pillow for the rest of the day. He prefers lazing around with you! (You'll get in trouble the next day for not attending, but who cares?) • You know Leona is jealous just by his behavior, so, to make it up to him; you baked him goodies, a lot tastier than what you normally give out that's for sure. • Leona smirks when you present your cute delicious sweets to him. Your baking never cease to amaze him, however, he does think you taste tastier though wink wink. • After you two shared the treat, he immediately dragged you to his room and forced you to act like his pillow, again. But hey, at least you got to see a content smile on his face. • Ever since then, Leona has been a bit more protective than usual. Most of his dorm members backed off since you weren't handing out that much sweets as much as you did before. Just on some occasions. • Leona loves your treats, but he definitely prefers you as his pillow.
• BONUS: Ruggie is sad that he'll get less desserts from you ever since Leona told you to tone it down.
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• He is currently in a dilemma with this. On one hand, he doesn't want to admit he is jealous; on the other hand, he's possessive and it's more obvious after his Overblot. • But, he hides it really well and offers to help you. He sees it as a way of bonding with you even more and giving each other tips on each other's recipes. • When you hand out your treats and desserts, he will be watching from behind you and make sure the members of Scarabia don't do anything dumb. (All they have to do is say thank you and that's it) • He is fighting his inner demons when Kalim comes into the picture and asks you for your goodies as well. Of course, you can't decline Kalim's request so you give it to him while Jamil is slightly fuming... • Don't worry, he gets over it eventually and accepts this is reality now. (But that doesn't mean his jealousy diminishes every time) • He thinks he's quite good at hiding what he truthfully feels, even from you. However you have noticed lately that Jamil has been in a sulking mood lately, so why not surprise him by making him a top notch dessert and alone quality time? • Jamil suspected something was going on with you since you were pretty secretive of your motives. Everytime he asked what you were doing, you'd simply dismiss his suspicions and tell him that it's nothing at all and that he doesn't have to worry about it! (It increases even more when you tell him this) • After your hard work of preparing everything and making sure it was perfect, you'd waited for Jamil to be finished with his duties so both of you could relax and spend time with each other. You were pretty excited because you had made a special treat just for him! • Once Jamil was out of his duties, you'd immediately dragged him to the kitchen where you prepared your best ever cute treat just for him! And safe to say, you both enjoyed it together!
•BONUS: Jamil internally celebrates that he finally is number 1 for someone.
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YAYA! I'm finally finished!! This has been in my drafts for the longest time and I'm glad I got to do this request!
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writingseaslugs · 1 year
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Diasomnia: Injured Reader
Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.
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Injured Reader Headcanons
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Malleus Draconia
Malleus isn’t used to being injured at all. He had a very good upbringing with guards making sure nothing could hurt him. Not to say it never happens, but it doesn't happen often. Still, he studied healing magic in-depth and is pretty good at it. Injuries are just something he knows how to treat, but personally it isn’t something he deals with often.
Malleus nearly had a heart attack when you got injured. The small yelp you made had him on high alert as he rushed over to you. Last he had seen you, you were picking a flower. Did it have thorns? When you opened the palm of your hand, he realized what the cause was. A bee stinger stuck out of your hand. He’s going to make sure you’re not allergic before taking your hand and asking you how bad it hurts. He’s concerned and is ready to find the beehive and destroy it himself.
Whenever you get injured, the first thing he’s doing is using his magic to fix the problem. The immediate relief is always a needed thing and makes you feel better. However, he’s not going to end it like that. He’s now in his overprotective mode and will be carrying you to his room for a while. He wants to keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t get yourself hurt again. If you get hurt in his presence, he finds it as a personal failure on his end.
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Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia is a veteran, and therefore has both had to heal his own serious injuries, as well as other people. Not to mention raising kids made him pretty used to dealing with small injuries. He’s good at what he does and knows far too many healing spells. If he ever got bored, he could open his own clinic and be the best doctor in Briar Valley. Not like he’s going to, but that’s how skilled he is.
Lilia at first couldn’t believe it when he watched you get injured. Then he found it all too amusing and had to stop himself from laughing. He had taken you to the beach and everything was fine, until you saw a jellyfish. Or so you thought it was just a jelly. Your intrusive thoughts convinced you that you needed to step on it, and that was your first mistake. It was a Man-O-War and you were in pain. Of course Lilia was concerned…but honestly he couldn’t stop laughing as well.
He’s going to heal you right up after assessing the injury. He doesn’t use his healing magic on anyone, so you’re a special exception. He’s also going to be giving you a kiss to make it all better, and then put on a plaster that has some stupid design. He’s still a father at the end of the day and a pretty goofy guy. Not to mention he adores how flustered you get, as well as your confusion as to why he put a Band-Aid on your cheek when you injured your foot.
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Silver
Silver was used to injuries due to training. When working with swords, it was inevitable that someone was going to get injured at some point. Lilia had him train to use some basic healing spells for these occasions, as well as made sure he could treat them without magic. He normally never has to treat anyone else, but he has the skills to do so. 
Silver at first didn’t realize you were injured. You two had fallen asleep on his bed and at some point, you rolled off the edge and landed right on your collar bone. You groaned in pain for a while until Silver finally registered that you might have broken something. He’s going to wake up pretty fast and feel a short adrenaline rush as he thinks the injury is more serious than it is. 
If you get injured at night and try to assure him you’re fine, he’s not going to believe you and insist on getting it checked. Doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night, Lilia was probably awake and playing video games anyway. He will carry you all the way over to his father’s room and ask him to check on you. If you’re fine, then good news, you can go back to sleep or whatever you were doing. If not, then Lilia might use you as a practice dummy to help Silver improve healing magic. He’s going to apologize if it’s the latter and then take you back to his room for some much needed cuddles.
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Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek, like Silver, has sustained a lot of injuries over the years. He also knows how to treat them, but not to the same degree. He’s a bit more clumsy and uses too much pressure when bandaging things up. He also tends to overthink things when using healing magic and then ends up ruining the spell. He still will try his hardest, but he isn’t the go-to guy.
Sebek felt horrible when you got injured, since it was kind of caused by him. You were reaching for a book on a high shelf when he called out to you. He was going to offer to grab it for you, but by that time you had kinda gotten a hold of it. His loud voice made you flinch and the book, which happened to be a very thick hardback, fell right on your head. This caused Sebek to scream your name and cause the ringing in your ears to worsen, but he was just worried and startled that you had gotten injured in the first place.
As an apology, he’ll carry you straight to the nurse. He would also offer to take you to the young master since he’s adept in healing magic, but it’s up to you. If you go to the nurse, he’s going to be by your side and probably have to be scolded by the nurse for being too loud when you have a head injury. He’ll take good care of you and talk in a gentle voice after… at least until you’re all better.
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faerunsbest · 9 days
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Despite how much they love each other now at some point cal Lia and rolan were just kids, mean little grubby jelly beans who didn't think about what they said.
At some point in time it never occurred to either cal or Lia that rolan didn't feel like he's one of them or maybe they just didn't know?
Sometimes grumpy kids say awful things and they don't realize how awful it is until later much later.
Let's assume they all [the kids] share a room in a small apartment with their single struggling mum. Space is limited and they do step on each other's toes, cal and Lia are so close in age its easier for them to stay together during arguments.
It just is. Rolan being so much taller takes up more space even when he doesn't mean to.
So they argue they argue and cak or Lia winds up screaming at rolan, with all that young thoughtless hangry rage
That they wished he wasn't there. Then maybe they could be comfortable. By the time they've finished Rolan is breathing heavily, eyes glassy with his hands gripping the front of his shirt. They know what they said and the weight if it hits them like a ton of bricks and now... there's a stunning silenece...but for rolan trying to stay calm.
Cal and Lia bolt from the room, they don't didn't mean it. Why did they say that?
Unsure what else to do. Rolan looks around the room and begins picking it up, all the mess. He rolls up his own clothes into tight roll, trying to make sure everything of his fits into the bottom drawer. Out of the way.
When he comes out he doesn't see them, but he can hear them kicking around their mums room, wanting to be left alone.
In the kitchen he sees their mother rattling noisily about, frustration on her brow.
" can I help?"
She jumps at his small voice. She seems to glance into the cupboard and back to him
" actually I think I've forgotten to grab a few things from the market. Would you run out for me please?"
Happy to be of use, rolan slips into a coat riddled with patches and takes the small purse she hands him along with a small messy list and almost heads out.
At the door his mother stops him to kiss the space between his horns
" If there's enough, maybe a bit of sweet bread too?"
With a lopsided smile, he hurries out and down the hall out of sight.
A few minutes later, cal and Lia come out grumbling. They look around the living room, he isn't in his spot by the window, his little stack of books are gone. Cal points to the empty spot, Lia can feel something clamp tight in her chest before she bolts back the bedroom.
Cal immediately behind her, they freeze. Both of their beds are made nice and neat, lias with a little bear on its pillow. Rolans bed sits blank and bear, his blankets nowhere in sight. They begin frantically shouting for him ripping open the closet to find him hiding.
Where are his things!? They come out and cal sees a coat missing on the rack. His lip wavers
" mum, where's rolan?"
They watch her trying to pry open the shell of something they don't care about when she answers with mild annoyance.
"He went-ouch!"
She whipped her hand away sticking a finger in her mouth. She looks up stunned to see the pair suddenly falling apart, bawling and screaming at her. She drops what she's doing to try and figure out what's going on, impossible with them hiccupping and breaking their words into jagged parts.
a few moments later, the door creaks open and a very happy rolan steps in with an armful of grocery.
" mom! There was- what happened?"
He blinks at the scene his siblings have made of themself, knocked off his feet when they rush him.
" IM SORRY!"
" I DIDN'T MEAN IT!"
Their mother swift as can be manages to grab the bag from his arms before it can all go flying. She shakes her head at them unsure what argument is being resolved.
After dinner and clean up the place is quiet and empty. Their mother narrows her eyes suspicious of the silence before peeking into her own room.
She can't help the smile at seeing them all curled up together under her blankets, cal and Lia absolutely refusing to let go of rolan.
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thedragonqueensblog · 4 months
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Stefan Salvatore///always you
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Request by @characterxreaderimagine: Stefan: Fem! Reader is a friend of his brother demon who is a werewolf and when demon introduced the reader to Stefan they didn't like each other very much until Stefan realized that he was falling for the reader and eventually teases her whenever he could and when Elena noticed this she gets a little jelly of the reader and eventually got into a fight with her leading to Stefan saving her as Elena tried to put a finger on her
Warning: jealous and bitchy Elena and idiots in love even though they don’t want show it
You have been friends with Damon Salvatore for a long time. after saving him multiple times from his enemies that want him dead. you have done a lot for him. and you're the second person that he cares for a lot.
“So where are we going?” You asked
“I desire for you to come across someone who is equally significant to me as you are.” Damon answers
"Is it your girlfriend? Don't you think she'll get jealous?” You laughed
"I don't have a girlfriend besides who wouldn't be jealous of you? You're hot.” He smirks
As you laughed, you shook your head. “Don't you think you're a little too flirty? It's good that you don't have a girlfriend who wants a flirty boyfriend?”
“Rude.” He mumbles “I was complimenting you and I don’t get a thank you?”
You chuckled, “Hurry up, I want to meet your person.”
“I'm sorry, I was unaware that you had a desire to die. I'll drive very fast then.” He jokes
“Finally, it took you an eternity.” You remarked as Damon parked the car.
He exits the car to open your door. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to die.”
“That's alright, who would miss you anyway?” You smirked
"Everyone." He smirks in response
Damon goes in and opens the door for you as the two of you walk into the living room you see a person sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand
“Damon, who is that girl with you? Is she your new girlfriend?” That person asked rudely
“I have a name, and you don't need to care if I'm his girlfriend or not.” You crossed your arms
“How am I supposed to know your name? if I haven't met you or anything?” He rolled his eyes
“Y/n Meet Stefan my brother and Stefan meet Y/n my long-time friend.” With a smile on his face, Damon introduces the two of you
“It wasn't too difficult to tell me your name. Moreover, why is it important for me to know your name?” Stefan glares
You glared back "I don't care either, nor do I care about you. I don't want to do anything with you and I’m unconcerned about Damon being your brother. He is my friend, not you, Dumbo head.”
Your comeback causes Damon to laugh as Stefan's mouth is wide open
“It's not like we'll be friends or anything.” He gets up and leaves.
You looked over at Damon, "I know and I'm sorry but your brother pissed me off.”
He laughs "it's ok he deserved it I loved your comeback.”
Everytime that you are over at the Salvatores place Stefan and you always ignore each other. you only talk to Damon or the Scooby Gang except for Elena who doesn't like you
“Since everyone is gone, why don’t you not leave as well.” Stefan asks smiling
“Stefan.” Damon warns
You looked over at Damon and smiled “it's ok I didn’t get offended.” Then you looked over at his brother with a smirk, "Damon didn’t tell you? that he invited me to spend the night here.”
"What?" Stefan looks over at his brother "why would you do that?"
Damon wraps his arms around you “because Y/n and I have plans for tomorrow.”
Stefan crossed his arms "she could've gotten home instead and you could've picked her up tomorrow.”
“Brother, don't worry about it. it's not like she's going to take your room, she'll sleep in my bed and I'll take the floor.” Damon tells him
“Whatever, it's not like I care or anything.” Stefan before leaving takes a look of Damon and you
Stefan covers his both ears with a pillow not wanting to hear Damon and you talking and laughing
“Stop it. I don’t like her, remember we both hate each other.” He whispers to himself angrily
Stefan woke up and went to the kitchen to see that Damon was cooking breakfast, and with no sign of you his smile turned into a frown thinking that you would be here “so where’s your little friend?”
Damon flipped the pancake "oh she had to go. She had something come up that she had to cancel.”
“Oh.” Stefan mumbled sadly
Damon smirks “why are you asking? Are you missing her?”
“Of course not, I was just asking since she's always with you.” Stefan defends himself “and for the last thing I don’t like her and won’t ever.”
“We'll see about that. something tells me that You and her will end up together and that you both will thank me for it later on.” Damon sets two plates on the table with a smirk on his face
Ever since Stefan has been around you, he couldn't help but start falling in love with you that he could feel himself feel nervous around you
He loves anything about you, and he always question himself if you do feel the same way about him his love for you is so big
That He starts to feel bad for treating you like trash because you deserve everything and you didn't deserve to be treated that way by him and he promised himself that he would treat you with respect and kindness
Stefan opened the door to see you “Awe princess, did you miss me? Is that why you are here?”
"Of course not, I came here to talk to your brother.” You raised an eyebrow “You don't have to be nice to me just because your brother told you to.”
He lets you inside the house "at the moment he's not here I want to apologize for acting like a douche to you this whole time.”
You sat on the couch "it's okay I accept your apology and I do want to apologize as well.”
He laughs. “It's ok I deserved it anyways.”
You giggle, "Do you think your brother is going to take long? I just came here to ask him something.”
He shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know it depends where he went, are my brother and you a thing?”
You laughed “oh no I see him as a friend, but why do you care?”
“I just thought you were since you're always with him, so I kind of got jealous of it.” He confessed
“Why would you get jealous?” You asked
“I just realized that I have feelings for you.” He replies looking down at the ground
You smiled. “Is it bad to say that I feel the same thing about you?”
He smiles back, "Of course not, it's brought me happiness to know that you like me as well.”
“Did I just hear the two of you confess your feelings to each other?” Damon smirks “I knew it”.
"What's going on here?” Elena glares at you when she sees Sefan and you are sitting near one another.
“Nothing came at the right time to hear Sefan and Y/n confess their feelings for one another.” With excitement, Damon says
"What?" she inquires, evidently not pleased with it.
“Elena, is there a problem?” Damon's eyebrow raised.
“Everything is fine, just shocked since Stefan and Y/N were not getting along.” She demonstrates her response with a fake smile
"Oh okay." Damon clearly didn't believe her.
Everyone was happy when Stefan and you revealed your relationship to them, except for Elena who was angry. Since she wanted to get back together after breaking with Damon
She realizes that breaking up with Stefan to be with Damon was a huge mistake she thought that she was better off with him but she thought wrong when she walked in on Stefan and you kissing
She comprehends that she had to terminate your relationship by inciting you to break up with him and steer clear of the Salvatore Brothers.
“You are aware that he does not truly love you.” Playing with her hair, Elena laughs "He's simply using you to get back at me."
You chuckle. “Oh, my darling, you're just enraged that he no longer cherishes or desires you.”
“What are you talking about?” She growls.
You laugh once more, “but he hasn't informed you? that he asked me to marry him and I accepted. It's cute, but it's sad that you can't get over him yet.”
"He did what?" She questions with anger.
While smirking, you present her with your ring. “He asked me yesterday.”
She pushed you against the wall with anger, demanding that you give it back. “It doesn't belong to you, stupid bitch.”
You attempt to escape from her. "Let me go, you're crazy."
"Not until you give it back.” She pushed you back
“What's happening here? Elena let her go”. Elena was pushed by Stefan.
“She was the one who attacked me, but I was just defending myself.” She cried without real emotion trying to get Stefan to comfort her.
“Stefan, it's not true she attacked me.” You said, hoping that he would believe you.
“Shut up, you liar. It was you, Stefan believe me, not her.” She try to get close to him but he run to your side instead
“Elena, I heard everything that you told her. I can't believe that you would attack her.” He shakes his head
“She doesn't deserve you, I do.” she tells him
“She deserves me, not you. You made up your mind when you began to date my brother. You broke up with him to try to be with me again, but that’s not my problem anymore because I already have my fiancée.” Stefan grabs your hand with a worried smile “are you ok my love?”
You smiled as you nodded, “Yes, just scared a little bit.”
“Is everything ok? I heard screaming. What happened?” a Worried Damon walks in
“Elena is no longer welcome to our house or near Y/n.” Stefan informs as he holds you
“Okay but what did she do?” He asked confused
“She attacked Y/n because of her jealousy towards her.” Stefan replies.
“She did what to Y/n?” he asked angrily.
“Brother it’s ok you don’t have to worry Y/N’s okay.” Stefan told him with a smile
“Yes, I’m fine. Just shocked.” You grinned
“Because of her attempt to harm you, she is no longer welcome among us. I don't care if our friends support her, we simply require each other.” He brings Stefan and you into a group hug
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moodymisty · 1 year
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How about Din getting jealous? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
That Grogu like the reader more than him XD
I feel like he’d feel so betrayed and secretly pout under the helmet.
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Author's note: You're gonna pay for baiting me like that, you know..... I kid I kid, I love dadmode!Din so much. Edit: forgot to add a few notes that I meant to earlier because I am... stoopid
Relationships: Din Djarin/Gn!Reader
Warnings: None unless you consider excessive fluff a thing to warn for. And snuggling. Just being a little family after Din gets over being overprotective and a little jelly (not completely but enough lol)
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Din will never allow his eyes to wander off the kid when you're near him, at first. They usually never do, but with someone else close by, he's on constant high alert.
He'll snatch Grogu up if he starts walking your way, or make sure that any attempt to say more than a few words at the little one is met with a firm glare you can feel through the tinted visor of his helmet. Any reassurances of your peaceful intentions are met with incertitude at best; Though you still give them none the less.
His excuse for being this way is protection; He can’t just let anyone near the kid. And while you're understanding, at least somewhat, Grogu definitely isn't on the same wavelength as the two of you. and Din hates it. You two are attached at the hip within moments.
It seems like as early as the first day you saw him, any time you're within reaching distance of the kid he's trying to make his way closer; Tugging at your clothes or reaching out in your direction. If Din is holding him or he's snug in his pram, he's always trying to catch a peek at you, making curious little noises. You reciprocate every one, always smiling back or laughing. Din at first doesn't quite realize why his chest feels tight when you do.
The Mandalorian manages to halt most of these efforts, but a few manage to slip through his non-stop surveillance.
'Hello', You whisper to him at one point while you're walking beside the hovering pram, smiling down at the child. Din for the first time silently lets it slide, continuing forward but his eyes still watching you out the side of his helmet's visor.
You're not even looking his way at the moment, and Din eventually just sluffs off; Filled with noticeable displeasure. You roll your eyes at him, and try and ignore the way his sentences are more snipped for the rest of the day.
But now you take the passenger seat in the Razor Crest- or later in Din's journey his N-1 Starfighter with the droid port modified to be a co-pilot's seat- which had previously only been Grogu's. You end up having the little one sit on your lap most of the time, particularly if you're landing or taking off. Grogu seems more than fine with the arrangement, and Din decides not to make a big deal of it.
After you're off planet you like to talk to Grogu while in hyperspace, talking about the stars or how 'he looks like such a pout over there', gossiping to only to the kid and smiling at the way you watch the Mandalorian's helmet crook towards you both. He's displeased, but he once again finds himself looking forward again and letting it slide. Din knows he isn't too much of a conversationalist, so surely Grogu enjoys your chatter. At least he seems to; And Din finds himself not minding it much either. Even if he'd still rather you talk to him.
It just takes time, chipping away at him piece by piece. but over time, Din finds himself also seeing a bit of whatever the kid sees in you.
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The ship's gangplank is locked, all the supplies are secure, his and your blasters are clean; Din runs through his mental checklist, eyes drifting over every single centimeter of the Razor Crest.
The spaceport he's docked at tonight is safe enough, he feels like he can rest just for awhile without anyone trying to tear metal off the sides of the ship to sell for scrap.
He had sent you off to do so quite a bit ago, seeing the way your eyelids were drooping and you struggled to keep up with his sentences. When he'd told you to go lay down, you'd done it without much resistance. After one more once over Din finally walks back to his cot he indeed sees you tucked in it, the blanket tugged up over your shoulders as you're curled up underneath. One glance to the foot of the bed and he sees the floating pram closed, safely within reach. He looks back to you, eyes lingering for a moment and watching the way your body slowly raises and lowers with your breaths; Before he begins taking off his armor.
He's so tired; His body aches from the pain of carrying so much for days without sleep. Each piece is like peeling off a bit of him; So uncomfortable yet relieving. He gently sets them down, making as little noise as possible until he's left in only his flight suit.
The ship is almost pitch black other than a few small lights that barely illuminate around themselves, and he knows you'll keep your eyes closed. it's a well instilled habit in you now.
Once he's finished undressing he approaches the cot fully, and notices your lips curling upwards. So he'd either woken you up, or you've been listening to him this entire time. Your voice stops him, once you feel the weight of his knee on the cot.
"Sorry, Din. Your spot is taken."
You blindly pull back the blanket just enough to reveal the little child curled up in your arms instead of the pram, safely asleep. You usually curl up against Din's chest, so instead he loops around to your back, moving into the spot behind you and fully forfeiting his normal spot to the child. His arm lays limp over your waist, and you raise your head enough that his other arm can slip underneath your neck, becoming your pillow. the blanket rests at your waist level, now that you have his body heat to help warm you in the cold confines of the ship.
And for the first time in awhile, Din feels like he can actually let down his defenses a bit.
You're both here; The kid and you, right in his arms where he can feel you and see you. He doesn't have to keep a watchful eye on every stranger within reach and a hand on his blaster. His clan his safe; His family is safe.
He can just, breathe. For a moment.
“I’m glad the kid likes you.”
You can feel his facial scruff scratch against the top of your head as he speaks. Your eyes are still closed, so close to drifting off that you almost don't even respond to what he just said.
“What, did you think he wouldn’t?” Din noticeably stiffens for just a moment, before relaxing again.
"No," You can feel his arm laid gently over your waist, hand laying limp right next to Grogu.
"I'm just glad he chose you."
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mintaikcorpse · 1 year
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I've been binge watching Helluva Boss (again) and I think I've realized something about Blitzo. As much as we see him dom Stolas and try to dom everything sound him, I think he likes being dominated more.
(Yes, I'm analyzing the kinks of a fictional demon)
Let's start with the Striker and Blitzo scene from episode 5.
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Striker pinned Blitzo against the wall, and Blitzo mentioned how it was "kinda hot." He also smiles while saying this, and he seems pretty into it. And while you could say that it was acting, some parts of the scene seemed genuine (including contemplating joining him).
And off topic here, it's also the first time I realized how long Blitzo's head was. Looks like a potato or a pickle.
The next scene I wanna talk about is in episode 6, specifically how Blitzo reacted to Stolas in the little drug trip and how he reacted when Stolas saved I.M.P. I won't br full blown analyzing the drug trip (many videos doing that, I recommend watching Cartoon Universe's one).
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In the dream, Blitzo crawled towards Stolas up golden stairs that were cleaned off by his feathers. A chain goes around Blitzo's neck when he reaches him, and dream Stolas puts a finger on his chin and pulls Blitzo forwards with the chain. While I don't think this is supposed to be a, "Blitzo turn on" scene, I do want to mention Blitzo's little blush. He also doesn't seem to try and leave it, but he's embarrassed that he doesn't want to leave.
And then the scene where Stolas saves I.M.P.
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Blitzo's face isn't fear or complete shock. It looks almost like admiration. He's in awe that Stolas went into his full demon form, just to save him. He likes that Stolas went in full demon form to save him.
An honorary mention is Verosika Mayday, who is a tall Succubus that is definitely a top.
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And now "Seeing Stars." This one kinda just proved this head canon to me. Especially with that. "BReaThlEsS" scene.
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This is the first time we see Blitzo actually appreciate Stolas's advances. And it's when Stolas is acting like a dom. Usually, his flirting consists of "in your face" comments or just the most horrifying, nonsensical, kinky dirty talk ever (wtf is he gonna do with jelly sandwiches???). But the flirting here is a lot more subtle, and Stolas having complete control over the situation. Which was definitely a turn on for Blitzo. I think that Blitzo does enjoy being dominate most of the time but, to me, it seems like he's a switch.
It also make sense why he'd like being dominated at times. He feels like he has to do everything by himself (said in the "Truth Seekers" dream), and is probably used to doing everything by himself. Makes sense that he'd want someone to be in charge for a bit.
(Aka, I wanna see dom Stolas or power bottom Stolas. It'd be awesome)
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redflagshipwriter · 1 month
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Reassembly 1
inspired by the iconic DC/marvel crossover Dark Matter that was actually the only reason I started reading DC (so if you like my DC stuff, Mystery Cyclone is who you have to thank)
The first thing that Peter registered was pain. His whole body felt like an electrical burn.
It was a relief to be in bone splitting pain, for about an instant. That was enough time for Peter to joyously process,  'I'm alive?' It came with a flood of endorphins. Holy cow, he was alive! How had Mr. Stark saved him? Did they win after all?
That next instant was when he fully processed the pain he was in. His whole body was burning cold. He opened his mouth to scream and he inhaled a viscous, sour liquid. He choked on it, hands flying to his throat. He opened his eyes and everything was filtered through a shadowy green. He couldn't see anything but green. He felt panic and it didn’t feel natural.
It didn't take Peter long to regret opening his eyes. It burnt. He gasped again despite knowing he wasn't going to get air. He closed them again but it didn’t help anything.
'I'm drowning! I'm drowning? Why am I drowning!?' 
When did he get in the water??? The last thing he remembered was being on Titan! Titan wasn't notably wet! 
It didn't matter, he could figure that out later. He swam. He only moved a little before he hit something. Peter flung his hands up flat against something hard, smooth, and cool. It felt like glass. He felt like a wild thing, feral and desperate. There was a light show behind his eyelids– or maybe an electric light was flickering madly a few moments before it died, casting him further into darkness.
'I'm going to make a mess.'
His hindbrain was running the show, so the guilty thought was just background noise as he made fists and banged on what he really hoped was glass. It broke.
He expected the glass to shatter or something and the water to all rush out in a dramatic wave. Instead, he felt it sort of collapse away from his hands and he distantly heard the glug of draining water filtered through the burning liquid all around him. 
It still hurt, everything hurt. He had to get out! He hit the glass again in desperation. This time it broke more dramatically. Water rushed out with enough force to dash Peter against the broken glass. 
It knocked the air out of his lungs- but he didn't have air. So instead he violently heaved that horrible green jelly out in a dramatic spray. He heard it hit what sounded like a hard surface.
And he heard screams. 
Peter's eyes flew open. He blinked rapidly and fought the urge to scrub at his face with his hands. The odds that he had small shards of glass on them was uncomfortably high. 
His spider sense switched on violently. His full body jerked. 
Holy shit. Leaving the tube had apparently been a very bad decision for his safety.
'What is this?'
He was in a dark room. The only light was coming in through the glass pane on the top half of a door. He stumbled towards it. His whole body was loosening with relief as the green slime sluiced off of him. 
The door was locked. Before he’d processed why it hadn’t opened Peter stupidly turned the handle a second time. Right. Of course. It was still locked. That was how locks worked.
It took a moment to think of what to do. 
He forced the door open. There was an ugly crack in the doorframe. He didn't look as he stumbled out into a hallway. It was white tiled, with off white walls and the long lines of fluorescent lights overhead. 
'I've been taken captive by someone who doesn't have an interior decorator.' 
It wasn't much, but it was a clue. Mr. Stark would be able to exclude a lot of villains with that information. Peter looked both ways, heart pounding. Where should he go? He had no idea where he was or what was going on. One end of the hallway was silent. The other had the sounds of a distant but desperate fight.
That was when he realized he was naked. Peter was standing in a hallway absolutely naked, and still wet with green goop soup. 
He turned away from the sounds of people. 
Instantly he felt guilty, but he was naked! Peter ran, wet feet slapping on the tile. It was absurd. It should have been funny. It wasn't. He felt frantic and halfway insane and he still hurt. 
'I hurt before, too,' he remembered. 'On Titan, everyone disappeared and then I hurt and I fell and Mr. Stark said-'
He shoved the thought deep, deep down before he became a gibbering wreck. Later. He'd think about it later. 
For now he threw open doors as he came across them. Most of them were locked. Peter threw open a door and then turned on the light.
It was a lab. There was a huge tube full of green liquid and a- 
"That's a body," Peter said, to himself. The words echoed. "That's a - that's a corpse." 
Horrible? Bad. Very bad. He flicked the light back off and kept running. He was suddenly very glad he had run away from the sounds of human voices. 
His brain tried to draw a mental connection between the green tube and where he woke up. He pushed that down and ran faster. His survival instincts were still in charge and they were screaming at him to leave. He was even more frantic now. He needed a door outside. He flung open a door, registered that it was full of clothes, and shut it. 
Then he remembered, 'Hey, I'm absolutely naked,' and opened it back up. 
It was full of clothes that were not suitable to wear in a lab. That made sense. Peter stared at a collection of jackets, skirts, and boxes of sandals. Right. People who worked here would have changed into long sleeves and full length pants when they got to work. 
'It must be hot outside now.'
It was not ideal. He grabbed a bright green zip-up jacket that smelt kinda dusty, a black pair of dress pants, and frantically shoved his feet into a few pairs of slip-on sandals until he found one that kinda fit. "Why don't women have bigger feet?" Peter wailed, heels hanging off the end. He pulled the jacket on as he ran and hopped his way into the pants. "Ned is going to give me so much shit," he panted. The thought made him feel better. The closest door led to a shitty changing room, with metal lockers. 
'Oh. Normal clothes that don't need to hang up would be in here.'
He froze, weighing how desperately he wanted to get out against how bad of a fit his current outfit was.
His Spidey sense didn't say the building was about to fall down this instant, so he decided to look for something better.
He started pulling on lockers frantically. Even if it wasn't immediate, he was in danger here. His spider sense was screaming it. That normally meant that he should run or duck or hide. Right now, he just knew it meant that he needed to get out of here and not get tracked back. That meant blending in. He needed to look normal, and a teenage boy in too-small sandals, dress pants, and a hi-vis jacket was not normal or inconspicuous.
He found one that hadn’t been properly locked and yanked it open. “Thank god,” Peter breathed, looking at men’s clothes. There was a slightly messy pile of T-shirts and rolled up socks at the bottom, a brown zip-up jacket, and two pairs of sweatpants. The holy grail was a pair of slightly worn white sneakers that looked his size. A quick check of the tag showed they were a half-size smaller than he’d buy. 
‘Thor is looking out for me,’ Peter decided. ‘This is actual godly intervention.’
He changed right there, sending up a silent apology to the mad scientist whose wardrobe he was raiding. White shoes, black sweatpants, brown zip-up hoodie (oh no, he was mixing warm and cool neutrals) and a plain white t-shirt looked a lot more natural on a teenager than what he’d grabbed at first. The outfit change took seconds. He stuffed the old outfit in the locker to hide it and impulsively decided that he might as well grab the bag that was hanging from the back. He was pretty sure the compound was being raided or something, so the guy was probably going to be too busy in jail to notice his missing stuff.
The next door led outside. He could smell fresh air. He nearly wept. 
First that was because freedom was close. When he shoved at the door, the temptation to cry was because it was a heavy metal door and didn't budge. 
Peter reeled back and looked around for a way to unlock it. The only thing he saw was a box with a card reader. You needed an ID badge to get in and out, then.
Or super strength. This wasn't going to be subtle. Peter busted the door down with only a smidge of regret and burst into what turned out to be cool night air. It smelled like the ocean and safety.
Alarms blared. 
"Okay," Peter said, "That sounds bad." 
He picked a random direction and bolted. He wasn't too far gone to notice the first street sign and numbered address on the building he passed. He'd need to know where he'd just escaped from later. Mr. Stark would know what to do about a creepy laboratory with bodies in tubes-
A body!  Not bodies, just one human corpse! He had been in a tube, yes, but. But.
Peter pushed down the impulse to scream. 
That was great, because it wasn't actually that late out. He passed a jogger with a reflective wristband and hi-vis jacket. She gave him a weird look in passing. 
'Because I look crazy sprinting by myself,' Peter processed. He needed to- did he need to put distance between him and the building or to blend in better? 
No one was actively following him. 
Peter swallowed hard. He forced himself to slow down to a brisk walk. He tried to look bored. He wished he had a phone to mess with. Oh. He unzipped the bag to check if there was one inside. There wasn’t, but there was a wallet.
He grimaced. Whoops. He’d look in that later. Maybe he could mail it back to the guy, if there was an ID in it. 
There wouldn't be like, cameras everywhere, right? If not, the most important thing was to not be memorable. He was pretty sure. That sounded like something the Black Widow would say. 
He ruffled his hair and realized it was drying in spikes. Peter grimaced at the feeling of whatever that stuff had been, drying. He wanted to shower immediately. 
He settled for not touching it. He walked and walked and realized that he didn't recognize anything. He wasn't in NYC. 
Well. Duh. He stared out at an unfamiliar city after sunset, dumbfounded. The last thing he remembered was being in outer space. He should just feel lucky to wake up on Earth at all. 
Okay. What was first? He sucked in deep breaths, struggling for calm. He needed to find out where he was. That was first, right? Then he needed to contact someone. Aunt May or Mr. Stark or- he had Happy's phone number memorized. Okay. Great. His heart rate started to slow a little. He knew lots of adults that could get him. 
It felt a little unreal to walk down the sidewalk past chattering civilians. Peter stared at people, not entirely sure why but feeling a little creeped out. 
'They're not scared or stressed. Everybody's acting like it's a normal day.'
It took a while for the realization to hit. 
'The invasion must be totally over.  Things have gone back to normal.' 
That should have been a relief. Instead, he felt a creeping tendril of fear. What had happened to him? How long had it been?
Okay. That question gave him a task. He needed to find the date. That was achievable. 
He started walking again with that mission in mind. Despite how bizarre his situation was, having a goal made him feel more stable. Sure, he didn’t know what had happened, but he knew how to gather information to make a plan. That plan was probably going to be ‘borrow a phone and call someone, or use a public computer to email someone.’ He just needed a little more information to make that happen. 
A thought occurred. Peter bit his lip and stole looks at the other people walking around. No, it couldn’t be. He hadn’t been asleep for a really long time, no way. People looked about the same. If anything, the fashion here was a little conservative and outdated. He eyed one young woman and was pretty sure Aunt May owned that exact top in another color.
To be fair, he was from New York City. Fashion started there and spread elsewhere, right?
It was fine. Everything was fine! He walked a little faster and wished he'd ended up somewhere that he knew. It would have been easier to get his bearings. He saw the name “Metropolis” on enough signboards to figure out that was the name of the area. 
‘That is weird,’ he thought, anxiety prodding at his nerves. He fiddled with the zipper on his jacket to have something to do with his hands. ‘I’ve never heard that city name before. And this is definitely a city. People have American accents here. Shouldn’t I know this city?’
Well. Maybe it was a suburb or something. Like, a subname, like how the boroughs were all part of NYC. He could be in like, California, or something and just not know the area well enough to recognize it. 
Peter finally found an electronic billboard with the date on it. Oh, shit. He stood open-mouthed for a long moment, watching the pixels appear and disappear in a ripple in between ads for a divorce lawyer and a jeweler.
It hadn't been long. It had been the opposite of a long time since the fight with Thanos. Or something? 
Peter knew he was reeling. He shoved his hands in his pockets and started running on the sidewalk just so that there was a reason for his breathing to be so heavy. Shoot. Shoot. His shoes were starting to pinch and his whole body felt itchy with panic.
The flashing billboard had displayed the date in the bottom left corner. According to that, he was 5 years in the past.
'How and why?'
That complicated things. Peter tried to make a mental map of what things were like five years ago. 
He couldn't go home. Not yet. He could – oh. Oh, Uncle Ben hadn't been shot yet. He reeled. He could- and Mr. Stark, this was around the time that Mr. Stark was kidnapped, wasn't it? He didn't remember exactly but maybe he could help. 
It was too much for him to process right now. He wanted to go home and hide. 
'I can't go home.' 
The thought hit him hard. His heart started to race.
If he went home- they'd think he was a stranger! Would Aunt May and Uncle Ben even recognize him this much older? 
'I think they'd want to help me. But they can't afford to feed me. I can't put that on them.' 
Guilt crawled into his throat with claws. Peter felt his eyes watering. He was so selfish. He had a chance to help people and save lives and he was busy feeling sorry for himself because he couldn't go home? What kind of hero was he? 
"This is good," he choked out. He scrubbed at his face. "I- I can fix so many things." 
So why did it feel so terrible? 
It was a bad night. It really was. He should have- he was a literal superhero. He should have compartmentalized and strategized and been practical, like his inner Colonel Rhodes advised. 
Instead Peter wandered. He just walked the streets of this city as night fell and didn't even figure out where he was. The climate seemed like New York City, for what that was worth, so maybe he wasn't too far off from the home he could never go back to. 
It took a really long time for him to realize that he was hungry. Like, he was really hungry.
That stopped Peter in his tracks. Despair crawled up his throat and choked him with tears. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to solve these problems. Act like an adult, he guessed. Adults got jobs. He needed to get a job. 
'I want to go home.' 
Was that just childish? Maybe it was a good idea. If he was in New York City, at least he'd know his way around. That could only help. 
Well. All roads lead to Rome, don't they? Peter started looking for train tracks. If he found a subway entrance it would be clearly labeled, but he didn't have any money for tickets. So he needed the actual railroad, for moving stuff.
'It's not legal but it's not like, a real crime,' Peter told himself, and decided to go for it.
Peter sent up a silent apology to the transportation system and hopped on top of the next freight train that came by. It took him through this weird city and then out into the country for a short spurt before churning into a different city.
Not just any city. Peter stared at the night skyline. The bleariness from exhaustion was playing tricks on him, wasn't it? Because this looked like New York City. 
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mycheersricochet · 3 months
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HOOK hockey player au ideas
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The one where they meet in the Olympics (wrestling is seen as a sport. No kayfabe.)...there's a lot of hooking up in the Olympics btw.
Your bf gets traded but he's a POS and Tyler welcomes you as Captain of the team. (2 ideas: romantic or sexy hook up)
Matchmaker Taz brings a wrestler to his son's game.
Enforcer au. Tyler is always getting into fights on the ice.
Amateur/beer league hockey au where you go see him, but are surprised when your sweet bf gets in a fight and put in the box. You take care of him after. Bonus if smut at end in locker room (Based on Bones episode)
He's a hockey player, she's a wrestler. They're both injured and recovering together when they meet.
Meet during his off season...you're moving to LI and it's going to be awkward to explain why his face is plastered on every Billboard in town.
Puck Bunny au. all porn, no plot
Wear his jersey to the ring..maybe don't know who he is bc youre not a hockey fan but the company wanted you all to wear a jersey..maybe reader is a heel and throws his shirt away for a cheap pop..show his reaction on camera...or he sees on TV..he's a fan? He responds on Twitter, turns into flirting over text and they meet and fall in love??
Tyler's her secret admirer, sending her flowers and gifts thanks to Taz's and/or the Lads help. They slowly get to know each other over text. But she doesn't know who he is until she goes to a game promoting AEW where he does something on ice and she gets an OH moment and she's wearing his jersey and meeting him after in the locker room in front of cameras where he reveals himself as her sercret admirer.
Ohhh the meetcute au where she wears his jersey with SENERCHIA proudly on the back and Taz smiles bc she doesn't realize he's the Tyler Senerchia's dad until he invites Tyler to Dynamite.
Orrr she's his Puck Bunny hook up who got his jersey and its awkward with Taz butttt they secretly like each other just don't know the other does and Taz has to put an end to this shit
She's his biggest rival's girl so he has to hate her too (he doesn't). Note this idea for regular fic, not just hockey.
He's her # 1 fan (wrestler!reader?) but shes dating his rival or teammate (Barzy).
TNT / TBS network wars (bc AEW moved to TBS bc of NHL 😒) or like a PR relationship to promote the new schedule but they "hate" each other.
They meet at TNT/TBS sports awards show. He wears a suit and she a long coutour dress. She's hosting idk. Red carpets. Presents an award to him.
Maybe it's in Vegas and they get married and they must remain married but "hate" each other but would be bad PR to annull (I wrote this for him already but IDC)
I just need a HOOK and Nolan Patrick meet up and brood together.
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Badass couple hockeyplayer!Tyler x wrestler!reader
Charity promo hockey game between wrestlers and hockey players, celebs and Hook wants to show you he could play too bc you keep talking about your favorite hockey player and how hot he is playing and he's JELLY
Or contrast it with a worried couple. Tyler is shocked when you get body slammed in the ring and you laugh it off. But then you see him in the rink get body slammed onto the plexiglass and don't find that funny but he does. "Tyler, you're on ice, skating on sharp knife shoes!" you say outraged. He laughs, "And you get body slammed on a wood plank. There's nothing safe about either of our jobs."
Banged up Tyler and reader squabbling over who has to get up to take the dog out
Bonus if they're friends and when they get together he's like you're meant to be with a wrestler babe not a hockey player 😁
Hockey players are a superstitious bunch. The one where you learn Tyler's superstitions on game day
A gritty & bloody hockey au
WAG au
My moodboards (they're terrible)
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his game day suit is his sweatpants
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