#i figured this was a good enough crash course on the concept

[giantchasm]

Sack’s Random Kirby AUs #1: Perennial Bloom AU

Desperate to bring Sectonia back, Taranza makes a gamble after learning of Morpho Knight’s existence. Taking a bold stand, he travels to the Divine Terminus and summons it in hopes that if he defeats it he can resurrect the person he loves.

And Taranza does prove himself in battle, but Morpho Knight still refuses to grant his wish. It tells him that the cycle of life and death cannot be disturbed and that there’s nothing it can do. He must accept Sectonia’s death.

Taranza won’t, though. In an impulsive, last ditch effort, he makes an proposal that neither he or Morpho knight expected to hear:

“What if I offer up my own life!? You… you said you couldn’t bring her back because that would disturb the cycle of life and death. Could I… take her place? That way, it wouldn’t upset the balance.”

Morpho Knight, intrigued by his offer and impressed by his bravery, ends up presenting an impulsive deal of its own:

“Half of your life. Split your spirit in two and rekindle her soul. Your lifespan will also be cut in twain, but the person you love will return, having stolen much of your future from you.”

Taranza accepts, albeit under one condition:

“Return her as she was,” he pleads.

“I will remove the rot,” it responds. “The corruption will cease, but I can make no promises she’ll still be the person you remember after having experienced what she has. Her heart will return to her, but her memories will remain.”

Taranza’s frightened, but says that’s just fine. That’s… all that matters. That Sectonia is alive again, and that the curse he put on her is lifted.

As such, he willingly sacrifices half of his life. Sectonia returns.

She looks like she once did— like Joronia, that is. As she stares at Taranza, she’s frightened and confused.

She says she doesn’t know what’s going on. What… what happened? The last thing she remembers, she was…- t- there was that pink thing. She was fighting it. It…

“Killed you,” Taranza confirms. But he reassures her it’s alright. She’s back now. He’s been trying to save her for a very long time.

Staring at him, though, she’s even more confused. She remembers attacking him. She remembers hating him. Why?

He explains her corruption— just what the mirror did to her. He describes her becoming a tyrant who not only went on to terrorize Floralia but who treated him with abject cruelty. She remembers everything.

She’s horrified. Horrified, and a little angry. Why… why would Taranza try to bring her back? After being abused— seeing her become a monster? Why would he bring her back, knowing she’d have to remember that? Knowing she’d look like this again?

Fingers stretch. The shape of her eyes shifts. Fuzzy brown skin and orange horns remain, but golden wings burst from her back.

In a voice that isn’t hers, she screams:

“Why would you do something like that!?”

A pause. She freezes up at the sound of her own voice. She stares down at elegant fingers, quivering.

“What- what’s going on!? What did you do to me!?”

The Mage Sisters and Hyness are surprised when Taranza returns with the person he was hoping to save— they had no hope he’d succeed… and that surprise only grows when they realize he’s carrying her. She’s unconscious, and he’s screaming and crying about something having gone wrong.

Hyness’s hypothesis is that it has something to do with her nature as a parasite. For years she existed as a Frankenstein’s monster— an uncanny yet beautiful monster made of other peoples’ sewn together parts. Now that she’s ‘herself,’ again, her body has no idea what it’s supposed to be.

He, Francisca, and Flamberge take her inside to try and wake her, then calm her down. Zan Partizanne is put in charge of supervising Taranza in the meantime.

The minute they’re alone, she asks him, point blank:

“What did you do?”

Taranza plays dumb, saying he has no idea what she’s talking about, but Zan isn’t going to fall for it. She says that she’s familiar with death, and that there’s clearly more to this story than Taranza is implying. There’s no way Morpho Knight just brought Sectonia back. Taranza made some sort of deal with it, didn’t he?

He says he did no such thing. She tells him if that’s the story he wants to tell, then it’s fine, but she just wants to warn him: miracles don’t come for free.

(Rich, coming from her.)

Eventually, Hyness and the others are able to wake Sectonia, and by the time Taranza’s arrived, she’s calmed slightly. She’s still clearly unnerved, but says they explained everything to her— both what’s likely going on with her and how much he suffered in her absence. She apologizes for ‘lashing out,’ saying the last thing she’d want to do is seem ungrateful.

Taranza, of course, tells her it’s fine. He’s just happy she’s back.

…But is she happy?

Morpho Knight was telling the truth— she’s no longer cruel and self-obsessed, however Sectonia has been changed nevertheless. Traumatized and trapped in a body that’s always seeming to shift between two forms she despises, she’s not only crushed by guilt, but left with no idea of who she is anymore.

She… doesn’t deserve to be ‘Joronia’ after everything she did, does she? Taranza insists she does— that it wasn’t her fault, but it does little to convince her. She can’t stand the idea of being ‘Sectonia,’ either, though.

When he asks her what she’d like to be called, she says he can refer to her as whatever he’d like. She doesn’t care.

For the time being, they settle on simply ‘Nia.’ If she can no longer envision herself as Joronia— ‘beautiful spider,’ but also doesn’t wish to be Sectonia— ‘beautiful wasp,’ then…

Well, that works.

Taranza and ‘Nia’ return to Floralia, but aren’t able to stay long. As soon as the denizens realize the totalitarian queen has returned, they riot. She and Taranza are forced to flee to Popstar— more specifically Castle Dedede, leaving behind the only home they’ve ever known.

From there, they settle into a routine of sorts, with Nia attempting to adjust to being alive again and Taranza trying his best to help. This is easier said than done, though. Not only does Nia have the aforementioned identity issues, atrocities committed, and body dysmorphia to deal with, but she’s volatile and prone to lashing out. One moment she’ll be in a panicked rage, and the next she’s started to weep. She tries to remain stable and come across as content in front of Taranza, not wanting to tarnish his happy ending, but even that’s difficult sometimes. She’s very, very confused, frustrated and afraid.

She begins donning a mask at all times— unable to bear looking at the sight of herself regardless of which face she wears.

…Still, it’s not all bad. She starts to get to know the friends Taranza has made in her absence, and while some of them make her feel envious, she’s grateful for their presence.

She’s grateful for his presence as well, trying her best to make amends as they awkwardly attempt to repair their relationship and figure out what exactly it should be now that the dust has settled. Are… are they allowed to love each other now? Should they?

While initially Taranza’s friends are happy for him, the more of them that find out about the sacrifice he made to make this dream come true, the more he’s criticized. He’s told he’s done something self-sacrificial that he can never take back.

He says he’d never want to take it back in response, but they warn him that if Nia learned what he did, she’d be crushed. And not only that, but with the way he sometimes hears her cry at night…

Even he has to wonder if he actually did this for her or for himself.

(^ Unfinalized designs for/doodles of some messed up bugs)

#kirby #taranza #sectonia #queen sectonia #joronia #kirby of the stars #hoshii no kirby #hoshii no kaabii #i have…. way too many kirby aus. i figured i may as well finally share some of them #this is one i’ve been rotating in my head a lot recently #i <3 sectonia’s mentally unwell swag #there’s a lot i didn’t talk about in this like how she interacts with the rest of the kirby cast #her fascinating and impulsive attempt at having ‘revenge’ against the mirror world for ‘ruining her’ #and how the au actuslly ends but #i figured this was a good enough crash course on the concept #if anyone has any questions about how specific things go in this or any other au though just let me know! :3 #i love talking about my ideas

[spiriteddreams]

I Know the End

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader Warnings: angst Word Count: ~2k A/N: season 2 is out who's ready to cry with me :D

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was all red. But it’s easy to be selfish when you are in love. You hold onto the concept like a lifeline and become strung alone in this clothesline of hearts. Your emotions are spread thin, clipped at the edges at the result of a strained relationship.

A love with Gojo Satoru was never one for the books. It was whispered words when no one was looking and lingering touches when you pass by one another. How many years have you played this cruel game with him? The memories bleed together as do the years and yet you hold on selfishly. To him, the world did not need to know of the way his crystal eyes lingered a second too long on your figure, or the way he swore upon empty promises to no one but you. He loves so easily, sly with his words and so eager to be around you. His touch is a brand, his words a blunt knife, driving in, digging deep, dismantling you bit by bit. But the worst comes when the overwhelming weight of it all feels heaviest whilst you are alone. If there’s one thing that becomes clear the longer you’re around him, it’s that Gojo Satoru is far too good at pushing people away. He’s so easy to get along with and you find yourself falling for him before you even realize it. But he keeps people at a distance. No matter how close you may be, physically and emotionally, it’s like you run into Infinity everytime. 

And yet you glorify it in your head, pretend that sickly sweet words and phantom touches are real. You cling to the memories in the worst way possible, because everyone leaves you before Gojo does. And when he finally does, he does it so casually cruel that you think you feel his technique shoot through your chest and leave a gaping hole as you bleed. You tell yourself that you have parted on good terms, because in your head, it is easiest to remember the good rather than the bad. 

You remember high school days, hand clasped around Shoko’s as you chased after two boys who wobbled on a bike together. The blissful ignorance of childhood is one that you wish you would have treasured longer. Because a mission gone wrong turned the course of fate and you could only watch as both Gojo and Geto stumbled down their separate paths. Only that Gojo’s led towards you and your open arms. The guilt for not reaching out far enough for Geto still eats at you and you wonder if perhaps Gojo holds that against you.

But when you recall the memories and bury yourself under sheets and stare at picture frames that collect dust and his text messages you’ve chosen to ignore, you are selective about your memories. Because the good is warm and comfortable and loving and oh so cruel. But the good is followed by the bad in a tidal wave that crashes upon the shore during high tide. It pulls you into the deep, that freezing painful deep that stings your skin and shocks you to your core. And then you are drowning in hurt, in tears, in unrelenting sadness as you mourn over a relationship held together by cobwebs. 

But forever will you believe that Gojo Satoru is deserving of highest praise. His name carries across the stories of the legendary holder of the Six Eyes who, when he was born, shook the world. And he knows it. You relish the days when your friends, your family would tease you both. Words of appraisal cooing over the two of you even as Gojo looked away with a blush on his face and grumbled for everyone to “stop making a big deal out of nothing.” But even as he said those words, he didn’t pull away from your touch, instead leaning closer, as if chasing the brush of your fingertips against his skin.

Then it ends. It ends on a day you least expect it the most, when the sun is warm and caresses your face and you think that it is just another day of rest, basking in the sun. Despite that, the heavy feeling in your chest that had been building for the past few days has seemed to fester, ready to spill over. Something is near and you know it, can feel it and no matter how much you try to push away the growing anxiety, it sits heavy in your chest. You wonder if Gojo’s noticed. And as if he was reading your thoughts, he appears, calling your name with a tone that douses you in cold. Peeking through his sunglasses, his blue eyes look duller than usual.

“Are you okay?” you sit up, watching as Gojo looks down at you for a moment, then looks away. He is silent and you wish you could read what was going on in his head. Perhaps that’s always been one of the hardest things about loving someone who’s walls have been built up for so long that even when he allows you to peek through one crack, it becomes smoothed over in an instant, blocking you right back out.

He sighs, “I’m fine.” His words are far too clipped for comfort and you straighten up, staring up at him in confusion. You don’t prod him to speak, knowing that when he wants to, he will. Gojo likes to choose his words slowly, precise and careful with everything he says. He dislikes rushing into things, and gods knows how much he spends in his head mulling over his thoughts. It scares you, more than you’ll admit, to know that there are a million things that Gojo has, and will always, keep from you.

“I think we should end things.” The words take a moment to register, but when they do, you’re snapping your head up, eyes wide and mouth parted in shock. “Before you argue about it, I’ve already thought it over,” Gojo says bluntly. He still refuses to look at you. “I don’t think beneficial for us to see each other.”

You stare at him in shock. “Beneficial? You act as if this is just a romance of convenience.” The cold seeps into your tone before you register it. But Gojo looks unfazed, as if he was prepared for this. It scares you. It’s just another one of those things he’s kept to himself. “Satoru, what’s going on?” He hates the way you say his name, so breathy and concerned. Sometimes he feels as if you can see right through him. He wonders if you’ve caught onto his own lies that have begun to wrap around his own throat.

“The distance between us has grown too far, I don’t think it’s fair for us to continue to pretend that we feel the same,” Gojo shakes his head. You push yourself to your feet, gathering your composure before fixing him with a glare, the same defiant glare that drew him in. He takes a shaky breath and reminds himself that this is necessary in the long run. You will be safer if you are farther away from him and this path that he’s chosen to follow. The sacrifices that are sure to come will put you both in a precarious position where you will have to choose between one another and the greater need of Jujutsu society. And if Gojo can make that decision before it tears you apart on the spot, it’s a risk he’s willing to take. The apologies can come later, he’ll grovel at your feet if he has to, put aside his ego and swear up and down that he’ll never deceive you like this again. But for now, please, he begs, please just let him do what he needs to do before someone else forces your hand.

“No,” you shake your head, eyes narrowed as you take a step towards him and jab a finger at his chest. Your eyes widen momentarily when you make contact with the hard plane of his clothed chest; he let down Infinity. “No, you don’t get to pull this on me. One week ago you were telling me how I was yours for the rest of your life and now you’re trying to break up with me? Cut the bullshit, Satoru.” He hears the tremble in your voice and he’s not sure who you’re trying to convince more: you or him.

“Look, I’ve been thinking—”

“Then stop thinking!” you shout. You sound irrational and you know it. The tears gathering in your eyes are a clear sign of it. “You’re making it sound like this is all some thought out, self-sacrificing, selfish plan and—” You both stare at one another. Gojo hates that you know him so well because you come to the right conclusion far too quickly and he knows that you’re not going to back down now. 

“This is your plan isn’t it,” you say quietly, voice tinged with disbelief. Gojo was known for his plans, well thought out and well executed to success. So careful and thoughtful in the process and you’ve watched him time and time again commit to things without a second thought. So to hear that you’re part of this next selfish plan, placed in this position, ready to be swallowed up on his chessboard is a slap in the face. You can play dirty too and in this moment, with anger and disbelief clouding your thoughts and vision, you strike faster than him.

“Fine. You want to break up, then we break up. But we’re doing it on my terms,” your words are all bark and no bite but you refuse to let him see. You hold back the tears and push through your watery words as you step back.

“If you want to call it off, then it’s off for good. When all this shit is over I’m going back to Kyoto and I don’t ever want to see your stupid, pretty, face again!” you stumble over your words and Gojo only watches behind his glasses, mouth pressed into a thin line. You want to rip them off his face and force him to look you in the eyes and tell the truth. Far too cocky for his own good, you hate that Gojo Satoru is so effortlessly cruel and fuck does it make you angry. The words spill and you take low jabs, both verbally and physically and Gojo just takes it. He takes the watery calls of his name and the cursing, your gasps of breath and your own selfish cruelty that he knows damn well that you don’t mean.

By the time he disappears, you’re left with nothing but the crisp air of Autumn. Sharp and stinging in the back of your throat, you inhale sharply as you whip your head in the direction you know he’s gone in: your shared home. The worst part is that you had both kept things a secret, a little game where you both sat at other ends of a glass table and now that it's shattered, where do you turn to, who do you turn to?It is then that you finally realize that despite your own attempts to twist the game, you had fallen right in. Blinded by the sudden rush of anger and the overflow of anxiety from the past few days you had done exactly what he had wanted. A breakup is a breakup, whether or not it is on his terms or your terms. And you know that now the words have been said, it’ll be hell to try to find him and talk it back over.

If only he was still around to hear your cries of his name as you run towards him, bloodied and battered, voice hoarse as you frantically search for him in Shibuya. You catch wind of the words “prison realm” and your blood runs cold.

On October 31, Gojo Satoru feels his limbs stiffen and his mind races. You’re still out there, still fighting, still angry, still cursing his name with love disguised as hatred. You’re still out there but so long as you stay out there, stay alive then things are all going according to plan. And when he finds a way to escape, to destroy those cursed fingers once and for all, he’ll grovel at your feet and promise to love you to whatever end. 

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 Bonus: @shiinleaf and gojo kiss and make up and there was no official breakup and all is well

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

[strwberri-milk]

🧚🏽‍♀️~ Interesting and slightly wild (and kind of funny) concept:

A Body swap between Kaeya and the reader!

On this occasion, the reader is more on the timid side so naturally it’s rather obvious something is amiss because of their contradicting personalities.

I’d imagine Kaeya is having the time of his life (the reader is afab) experiencing life through his partners eyes (and body in a funny way). While on the other hand the reader is freaking out 😭 because how are going to pull being Kaeya until they find a cure. 

Exuding confidence is not the reader’s forte despite not being a complete push over. They do struggle with their confidence.

Maybe you could include some funny instances!

omg i love a good bodyswap ngl they do be smacking

Neither of you expected to wake up in the other's body. You just woke up like this, Kaeya admitting a little reluctantly he was once again the recipient of yet another one of Albedo's experimentations. Kaeya couldn't just not show up to work so the two of you decided to try and go through your days. It did not go well.

You tried to walk into his office and promptly got lost because you were so lost in your thoughts that you almost crashed into Lisa. She clocked immediately that you weren't Kaeya with the way you drew into yourself and tried so hard to avoid eye contact. Thankfully, she agrees to keep your secret and help you out a little bit. She gets all of Kaeya's work for you, even showing you how to fill it out but when she realises your writing doesn't match his at all she just starts to do it herself. She then decides to make you go outside and run errands for the Knights.

You had no idea that being Kaeya would be this difficult. You had a feeling it would be hard with the fact that he carried himself with the utmost confidence but you thought you might have been able to make it work. Clearly not, with the way your face kept heating up and your desperate to stay away from people.

That, plus the breeze that kept your chest feeling a little cold made you incredibly distracted. You kept a hand on your chest or tried to use your scarf to cover up, brushing off concerns from the people around you by telling them that the breeze today seemed to be bothering you more often than usual.

When you felt someone's arms wrap around your waist you panic a little, trying to figure out how to reject them without accidentally ruining Kaeya's reputation more than you already definitely were. You were getting a little too many strange looks today after all. The second you meet your own face you jump a little before realising that impish grin on your face was from Kaeya.

He teases you about failing so bad at being him, even pulling the scarf away so he could "see the goodies" for which you smacked him for. The action was so you that he couldn't help but laugh, wishing he could kiss you without feeling so weird about trying to lean into his own face.

Kaeya's day was much more fun. He chose to wear something that you might not normally wear, strutting around your room and turning in the mirror to admire your body. He thought that you were so pretty and he wished you would dress like this more.

It didn't take long for him to realise this might be his only chance to see what you look like wearing some outfits you were too shy to wear so he spent most of his morning prettying you up and taking photos to prove that you were as pretty as he thought you were.

Soon enough he got bored so he decided to go out, a little unused to the clothes on his body but he enjoyed making small talk with some of your friends or just spending a bit of time to himself. He was just enjoying a nice drink when he heard some people whispering about how Kaeya must not be feeling well, following the trail until he saw you panicking in front of a stand trying to decide what treat Lisa would like more. Of course he thought it would be a great time to scare the living shit out of you, grabbing your waist and laughing when you almost jumped a mile into the air.

Suffice to say the two of you decided to spend the rest of the time like this either together or just at home. It was going to be a bit of a learning curve but it was much better than accidentally ruining each other's lives by not really knowing how to act like the other person.

#kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact x reader

[slytherinshua]

hellooocould I please request #2 from fluff, #1 from angst, #3 from sickness, and #4from action for Jake?

Skater Boy

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. nursing trope. skater au! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: y/n gets hurt and brief mention of blood. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: jake x reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1k. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i'm sorry it took so long, and hope you enjoy it! 💕

Your boyfriend was good at skating. Like really good. You often came along with him to the skate park to watch him do tricks, but today you wanted to try it out for yourself. So after 10 minutes of watching Jake ride around the skate park, you asked him.

“Babe, could you teach me how to skate too?”

Jake slowed down on his board, eventually coming to a stop right in front of you, “You want to?” He smiled widely, his excitement already clear.

You nodded and hopped down, “It can’t be that hard, right?”

Jake nodded, stepping off the board and pushing it over to you where you caught it with your foot. “Just step on it and I’ll make sure you don’t fall.” He instructed, holding your hands while you got both feet on the board.

You thought you would be able to balance pretty easily. The way Jake effortlessly skated around the park made you think you would be able to do the same in no time. The concept should be simple, right?

You tried to move on the board, using one foot to get momentum from the ground. Jake still held your hands, paranoid that you might fall if he didn’t. You didn’t have the best track record for balancing, after all.

After slightly teetering you managed to travel a couple of feet. Jake still held onto your hands, but less tightly than before. You thought you must be a natural at it, because within 10 minutes you could skate around without Jake’s help.

The breeze blew through your hair and gave you butterflies in your stomach. It was exhilarating. You regretted not asking Jake to teach you sooner. You got a bit daring after another 10 minutes of skating smoothly. You wanted to be faster and feel like you were racing along the track, so you tried to pick up more speed.

With a couple big pushes with your left foot, you soon gathered up enough speed to feel like you were flying. You looked over at Jake with a big smile, and he mirrored your expression. He was proud of you for figuring it out so quickly. He would have to teach you some tricks soon as well.

You kept your eyes on Jake, watching his proud expression and puppy-like smile. He had the power to take up all of your attention, like you were under some form of hypnosis. He was the only thing you wanted to look at. So, of course, you didn’t see the rocks you were about to ram into until it was too late. 

You crashed.

The skateboard zoomed out from under your feet and your legs scraped against the pavement as you fell to the ground. You heard Jake’s worried shouting, his voice slowly getting clearer and louder as he ran towards you.

You were sure your knee would be bleeding, but you didn’t expect the countless scrapes on your calves as well. Everything burned and stung, and you couldn’t stop the tears forming in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked urgently. He got you sitting upright and glanced at your leg. There was a small trickle of blood travelling down from under your jeans. Your jeans were ripped at the knee, and all Jake could see was red through the rip.

“Tell me where it hurts.” He coaxed, rubbing small circles on your back to distract from the excruciating pain.

“Mostly just my knee.” You told him, gasping as you tried to move your leg and all that followed was a sharp shock of pain.

“Hey, it’ll be okay.” He assured you. He gently rolled up the pant leg of your jeans, careful not to touch your knee. Once it was fully uncovered, you both saw the full injury.

Jake sighed, “I think I have a first aid kit in my car. Can you wait right here? I’ll only take 2 minutes.”

You nodded, offering him a pained smile as reassurance. He ran off but was back in an instant. In his hands he held the red first aid kit. He knelt down beside you again.

He opened the box, eyes widening at everything it held inside, “To be honest… I’ve never used this before-” He hesitantly grabbed some gauze, “I’ll try to figure it out. Here,” He held out his hand to you, lacing his fingers with yours, “Just squeeze my hand real hard if it hurts too much.”

He pressed the gauze gently on the wound, wiping up all the blood and stopping the bleeding. You closed your eyes, enduring the pain as best you could and keeping a tight grip on your boyfriend’s hand.

“I’m gonna pour some of my water on it to try to wash it out, okay?” 

Treating it didn’t take too long, and soon Jake was grabbing a long piece of gauze and wrapping it carefully around your knee, tying a knot tightly to secure it on.

You watched him with a smile. He always took the best care of you. Even though there was still slight stinging, all you could seem to focus on was Jake. His brown hair fell just above his focused eyes, and the muscles in his forearm were clearer than before. He was absolutely beautiful.

“You look so kissable right now.” You let the thoughts in your head slip out as Jake finished with the bandage.

He looked up, puppy dog eyes landing on yours. His lips curved into a smile which soon turned into a shy laugh. God, he was so cute.

“Come here.” He whispered, opening up his arms wide. You obliged, slipping into them and landing a short kiss on his lips as you did.

“I hope this doesn’t ruin skating for you. You did really well, babe.” 

“I still had fun.” You told him, leaning in slightly again. He just looked too good to resist.

He giggled once more at your cuteness, pressing his lips to yours happily for a second kiss. It lasted longer this time, with you relaxing into his arms fully and the kiss successfully distracting you from your aching leg.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ enha taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @ddeonudepressions

#﹒fics 𓈃 ⵌ #﹒events 𓈃 ⵌ #jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen #enhypen jake #enhypen jake sim #jake fluff #jake fic #enhypen fluff #enhypen fic #enhypen fanfic #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #enhypen jake x reader #fanfic #fic #fluff

[longhairedwriter]

just what I needed - part one

in which the girl of steve harrington’s dreams visits hawkins and their worlds collide.

steve harrington x original female character

(if you would like an 'x reader' version of this story please let me know! I am more than happy to write it that way!)

summary: as he tries to recover (again) from his nancy-induced heartbreak, steve meets ginger, a pregnant girl his age who is visiting hawkins to help her grandparents move out of town.

(set in the canon stranger things universe and timeline, after the events of season 4. also this is meant to be a multi-chapter story so it's a bit of a slow burn, but I promise it'll pick up in part two.)

content warnings: pregnancy, mentions of sex/sexual acts (in relation to pregnancy/conceiving), steve having mommy/daddy issues, minor use of explicit language (but nothing major that I can think of), please lmk if you find any more that should be mentioned.

word count: about 3.9k-ish (this is so long I'm sorry)

author’s note: so this is a concept I’ve been thinking of and wanting to write for awhile but I wasn’t really sure what to do with it/if people would want to read it (this is my first time posting writing/a fanfic on tumblr). I mainly write screenplays so this was a bit of a change for me, but I had the absolute best time working on it! I'm a bit nervous to post this just because it's my first time posting writing on here, but I really really hope you enjoy it. please let me know your thoughts and tell me if you’d like to read more of this story (I was planning on making it three or four parts total maybe if people are interested in reading it). your feedback is important and much appreciated! thank you so much for reading! <3

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steve harrington was in a pickle— not that he hadn't been in this exact same pickle before. he's been pining over nancy wheeler (again) because, as he’s put it about a hundred times to his friends robin and dustin, she was just one of a kind. steve was particularly heartbroken this time around though, as he had recently revealed his deepest, darkest secret to nancy while they were on the brink of death together; he told her he wanted to have six children with her. six. children. with her. her response was more than disappointing for steve— she reconciled with her boyfriend right in front of him, as if she were rubbing it in his face that she loved jonathan and not him. never him. just as he thought he finally had another shot with her, that he was maybe finally good enough for her, reality hit and his RV dream came crashing down around him, the girl he so badly wanted to share it with leaving him to pick up all the pieces. steve was, to put it plainly, absolutely heartbroken. heartbroken and lonely. he had even stopped bothering to ask any of the girls who came into family video to go out, because every date just left him feeling lonelier than he did before. and he didn’t go off to college like he thought he should have, so he was stuck in this small, haunted town until further notice. he had his friends, of course— robin and the kids— but they would all grow up and graduate and, he figured, leave town someday much too soon, leaving him behind. but on a crisp tuesday in september of 1986, when he least expected it, things began to look up for steve harrington.

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“ginger, honey, hurry up— we’re leaving,” was the last thing twenty-year old ginger rodgers (a funny coincidence of a name that she never quite forgave her parents for) heard before strapping into the backseat of her mother’s mercedes. she and her parents were headed to hawkins, indiana to help (but it was really more like force) ginger’s grandparents move, because— as her parents kept saying— the town just isn’t safe anymore and isn’t what it used to be. after a tragic fire at a shopping mall and a freak earthquake, the midwestern town was hardly the same quaint dwelling that ginger’s parents had grown up in. as for her own childhood, ginger’s upbringing was pretty white picket fence— full of spring break trips to disneyland, carefully curated christmas card photos, and backyard barbeques— but she had since grown apart from her dear mother and father due to, as they liked to put it, her challenging lifestyle choices. in other words, ginger had fallen pregnant. it was a pretty standard college fairy tale: her boyfriend (who wasn’t even really her boyfriend, they’d just gone on a few dates, but she had benevolently insisted to her parents that he was her boyfriend when recounting the story) had failed to succeed at the apparently tried-and-true pull out method, leaving ginger to miss her period, throw up in the dorm bathrooms, and scurry off to the pharmacy around the block to discreetly buy a box of pregnancy tests (she made sure no one from any of her classes was in the store at the same time, just incase they wanted to sneak a peek at her shameful purchase). when the dreaded little pink plus sign menacingly appeared on the test stick as she sat anxiously on the toilet the week before finals, ginger knew her life would never be the same. she didn’t tell her not-boyfriend before leaving for winter break, never to return to campus in the new year. after a holiday spent in silence with her bewildered parents, who couldn’t seem to understand how their baby girl had gone off to college just a few months prior and come back to them with child, ginger opted not to go back to school for the time being. she would stay in her hometown and find a job, as at the time, her parents seemed to have slightly shunned her, and she didn’t expect them to help with the costs that this lovely new adventure would bring (even though they could definitely afford it). but despite the freshly minted cracks in their relationship, when ginger’s parents told her about their impending trip to hawkins to help her mother’s parents leave the apparently scorned town, she jumped at the chance to escape her currently mundane reality of retail work nightmares and weird stares from neighbors she’d grown up with. a change of scenery will do you good, her father had said when she inquired about the trip. a change of scenery, it would turn out, was just what ginger needed.

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part one

“honey, here, why don’t you stop lifting things like I keep telling you and organize these,” ginger’s mother gestured to a disorganized stack of boxes that was really starting to pile up at the bottom of the stairs. helping her grandparents move was proving to be more challenging than ginger had initially expected— sure, she was pregnant, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t lift a measly box.

they were currently setting up for a yard sale (ginger’s grandmother had refused to let them call it an estate sale because that’s for old people) and despite her family’s badgering about how she shouldn’t be lifting anything too heavy and should just leave the big boxes for dad and that neighbor boy and his little friends who were coming by to help later, ginger felt useless. she had come all this way to help her grandparents move, and they wouldn’t even let her lift anything. never in her life had ginger wanted to carry a box so badly, so when her mother quickly became occupied with another yard sale matter, she decided to pick up a box that was probably too big and carry it out to the yard. as she carefully made her way outside, walking slowly but surely, she was caught red handed by an unfamiliar voice.

“hey, do you need help?”

ginger could barley see over the humungous box that was nearly toppling out of her arms, but from what she could see, the voice belonged to a handsome young man who looked to be about her age. he approached her, his legs making long strides, his long— and beautiful, ginger mentally noted— hair flopping with every step he took. she had almost forgotten about the box that was weighing down her arms as he came closer.

“oh, no thanks, I got it.” she politely turned him down as she placed the box down by the other yard sale stuff, hoping it seemed like she had carried the box with ease (it hadn't).

steve was finally able to get a good look at ginger without the giant box in the way, and his eyes almost widened as he took in the sight of her pregnant belly that protruded through her sweater— how old was she? he had thought that she was probably somewhere around his age based on her face (which, he thought, was unmeasurably beautiful) but was she older? and where was her husband? and why didn't dustin tell him that he had such a gorgeous neighbor? ginger’s sweet voice, which steve had decided in that moment was unforgettable, interrupted his frantic train of thought:

“thank you for the offer though,” she said as she herself got a good look at him. he really was beautiful to look at, she thought, especially his hair. she thought about running her fingers through it, wondering what it might feel like if it touched her skin.

“I’m steve— I’m dustin’s friend. I guess he isn't here yet but he said his neighbors needed some help moving stuff for a yard sale today, and I thought maybe there would be some things that could be useful for the earthquake relief center. I’m guessing… you’re the neighbor?” he cut himself off, hoping he wasn’t rambling too much, not wanting her to know that she was making him nervous.

ginger was too preoccupied with her own spiraling thoughts to notice, however. wasn’t dustin in high school? why was his friend so… manly? where were the little friends her mother had mentioned earlier?

“oh, um, this is actually my grandparents’ house— I don’t live here. I’m just in town to help them move. I’m ginger, by the way,” she formally introduced herself as she stuck her hand out to him. he graciously took it, trying not to worry too much about whether his palms were sweaty or not.

“nice to meet you. how can I help?”

“well, there are a ton more boxes inside that I actually probably can’t lift myself. here, follow me.” she led him through the front door and into the house. "thank you so much for helping out, that's really nice of you. I didn't realize how nice people were here," she turned back to look at him, smiling. steve wanted to look at her smile for the rest of his life. he hadn't felt this way about anyone in awhile, especially not after knowing them for less than five minutes.

"oh, it's really no problem. dustin loves your grandma, and any friend of that dingus is a friend of mine, apparently." shit, he'd just referred to a child-- it was dustin, but still a child none the less-- as a dingus without even thinking. he prayed that she wouldn't hate him. to steve's utmost delight, however, his comment had made ginger crack up with laughter. he decided it was his new favorite sound. maybe he should record her laugh on tape incase vecna decided to come for him next.

now high off her laughter, steve continued to trail behind ginger as she made her way to the pile of boxes by the stairs, which had only grown since she last saw it.

"so this is all yard sale stuff. but if you'd like to see if there's anything you could take to the relief center first, please, be my guest." she gestured towards the boxes. "what kind of things do they need over there?" she knelt down, starting to shuffle through one of the boxes.

just as steve was about to answer, ginger's mother waltzed down the stairs, carrying even more things in her arms. her eyebrow quirked when she noticed steve.

"dustin?"

"oh, no, mom, this is steve. he's dustin's friend, he came to help us out. isn't that so nice?" ginger quickly corrected her mother before steve had a chance to say anything, which was probably a good thing because his brain felt like it was short circuiting at the sound of her voice saying his name. he might not ever be able to get over it, he thought.

"that is very nice. thank you steve!" ginger's mother beamed at him.

"it's no problem at all. it's nice to meet you."

"likewise." she smiled as she added more unwanted things to the yard sale pile. "did your parents grow up here? I swear you look just like someone I went to school with... is your last name harrington?"

"guilty as charged." steve smiled awkwardly, hoping he didn't look as uncomfortable as he felt at the mention of his family.

"I knew you looked familiar! wow, isn't that something. you look just like your dad. but I bet you get that all the time."

steve grimaced at the mention of his father, trying hard not to show his discomfort. he hated that he couldn't escape the harrington name. and he was never close to his father, to say the least.

" yeah, sometimes." he forced a smile.

ginger's mother smiled, oblivious. "well, thanks again for helping us out. I've got to go see how things are going upstairs. your grandmother is supposed to be going through her closet but she's refusing to get rid of anything." she rolled her eyes jokingly as she ascended back up the stairs.

"I'm sorry about that," ginger said apologetically to steve once her mother was out of earshot. he looked at her almost as if to say why? but he knew that she'd already read him like a book.

"oh, it's okay. I do get that a lot, actually. benefit of living in the same town your parents grew up in, I guess." he tried to laugh it off but ginger saw right through his charade. she knew what it was like to have to pretend.

"yeah. I guess I'm lucky my parents moved." she gave him an apologetic smile and steve only fell harder for this girl he had literally just met. she decided to change the subject as she held up a set of bedsheets, showing them to steve: "could you take these to the relief center?"

"yeah, those are perfect, actually, thanks," he reached to take them from her, and as she passed them to him, their hands touched (just as he wished they would). steve wasn't sure if ginger had noticed (or cared), but she most definitely had (and she definitely cared). for some reason, the way his hand brushed up against hers had made her feel bashful, almost insecure. there's no way a guy like him could want her-- had she forgotten how pregnant she was? why would he be interested in a pregnant girl, especially when he looked like that? he could probably get any chick in this town, she thought to herself.

ginger sighed as she went back to the box she was sorting through, trying to exhale the butterflies that her new acquaintance had put in her stomach. she wanted to evict them but she couldn't seem to get over just how nice steve seemed. and looked.

"hey, is this you?" steve's voice, which sounded like how honey tasted, ginger thought, interrupted her stressful sorting. he held up an old photograph of ginger as a toddler; she was wearing a cowboy hat, her tiny arms squeezing a plethora of stuffed toys, her smile almost too big for her face. the memory made ginger smile fondly.

"oh my god, yes, that is me-- how did this get in here?" she laughed breathlessly as she took the photo from him, their hands unfortunately not touching this time. "my grandma must've forgotten to take the photo out of the frame or something."

"you were a really cute baby," steve said, though he wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say. was that a weird thing to say? he hoped to every god in existence that it wasn't.

"I was, wasn't I?"

they shared a smile before a loud knock on the door interrupted their fleeting moment. steve continued going through the box he was working on as ginger went to answer the door.

she opened it to reveal dustin, who's eyes widened when he noticed ginger's pregnant belly.

"you're pregnant?!" he exclaimed before even greeting her, not at all intending to be rude. ginger laughed.

"no, I just had a huge lunch." she smiled as she moved aside, allowing the teen to come in.

"I take it you've met harrington, then? I saw his car out front." dustin inquired.

"oh yeah, he's right in here, actually. he's been so helpful," ginger confirmed as dustin followed her to the foyer where steve sat, sorting through some old sweaters. his eyes lit up when he saw the younger boy, which ginger thought was extremely sweet and only made her like him even more.

"henderson! you didn't tell me your neighbor's granddaughter was so cool," steve stood to greet his friend.

"yeah, she's the coolest. it's been too long," dustin looked to ginger. "but I still can't believe you're pregnant. like, you're literally with child," he went on excitedly in his very teenager way.

the mention of ginger's pregnancy made steve stand up straight. obviously he knew she was pregnant-- he had eyes, after all, and her protruding abdomen was nothing that could be hidden. but in the few minutes he'd known her, which felt kind of like a tiny lifetime to steve, the topic of her pregnancy hadn't come up. he wasn't sure if they were purposefully avoiding it or if it really just hadn't come up in their conversation yet. the dreaded fact that she probably had a significant other came flooding back into steve's brain, making him uneasy again.

"yup, I'm having a baby. it's not that big of a deal." ginger brushed off the teen's remarks.

"not that big of a deal? um, you're bringing a human into the world, I feel like that's kind of a big deal," dustin argued with her, totally oblivious to the fact that she clearly didn't want to talk about this right now.

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, yeah?" ginger tried her best to end the conversation. she picked up a box, holding it out to dustin. "could you be a dear and take this outside?"

"on it, boss." he took the box from her and retreated, leaving ginger and steve alone again.

"I'm sorry about him," steve broke the impending silence, feeling like he should be a man and address the situation, or something like that. but he really wasn't sure what to say at all.

"oh, dustin? it's okay, I expected him to be shocked." ginger smiled as she said it, but it was different than the smile she had shared earlier with steve. more forced somehow.

"why would he be shocked?" steve inquired cautiously. he had never been in a situation like this and really wasn't sure what to say. he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable or like she had to tell him something she didn't want to share with someone she'd just met.

"I mean, I'm a bit young to be pregnant, don't you think?" she smirked at steve almost jokingly as she said it, doing the thing that she did where she tried to make light of something that bothered her deep down.

steve didn't know what to say. he let out a small sound that was almost a stutter, but he just couldn't seem to find the right words.

"it's okay, you can say it. I'm too young to be pregnant."

"no, no, that isn't what I was going to say at all. I just... I don't know what I was going to say. I'm sorry, I'm not usually this awkward." he was telling the truth, he wasn't usually this awkward. he was never this awkward, actually. he was supposed to be cool and calm and collected. he had been king steve once upon a time, after all. but she made him feel like his stomach had turned inside out, in the best of ways.

"it's okay. I'm usually kind of awkward so I can't say the same, but I get it." ginger smiled at him. "I am too young to be pregnant, by the way. I think twenty is too young. but I mean, it's not like I did it on purpose."

she almost laughed at her own sentiment as everything clicked in steve's head. she was his age. she wasn't married, she wasn't even wearing a ring. he must be stupid, he thought. but then he felt bad for feeling excited about the newfound information-- who was the father of her baby? did he leave her high and dry to raise a child on her own? what a shitty thing to do. how could someone do that to her? steve decided that he hated whoever did this to ginger.

"I don't think twenty is too young," steve tried his best to sound unwavering, empowering. "I mean, I know we kinda just met but you seem really responsible to me. and really kind. you'll make a great mother, I'm sure of it." he believed every word he said. even though he'd only just met her, steve knew ginger wouldn't treat her kid how his mother treated him. her kid would be in good hands, that much he knew.

"wow, um, thank you. that's so sweet, steve. you don't know how much I needed to hear that." ginger tried her best not to tear up. maybe it was hormones, maybe it was her new crush on steve, or maybe it was the fact that nobody had ever said anything like that to her before. and she had really needed to hear it.

steve smiled at her before remembering the reason he came over to ginger's grandparents' house in the first place. he quickly began shoveling the pile of things he'd set aside to take to the relief center into a random empty box as ginger spoke again.

"it's been kind of hard, to be honest. going through this alone, I mean," she gestured to her baby bump. "it's just... I don't even know what it is. it's one of those situations that you hear about but you never think it'll happen to you until it does, you know?"

"yeah, no, totally," steve nodded, trying not to short circuit as his brain processed the fact that she was single. he tried to quickly convince his eager mind that he had no chance with her. and even if he did, she probably didn't want a relationship right now. she was pregnant, for god's sake. he had to leave her alone. but his stomach still fluttered none the less.

just in the nick of time, dustin came padding back into the house, holding a wad of cash.

"some people just bought a bunch of stuff! I know the sale hasn't officially started yet, but I didn't wanna turn them down. look at all this cash! here--" he handed ginger the money. "give this to nana."

"nana?" ginger laughed.

"we're close." dustin clarified. he had grown fond of the older woman over the years of growing up next to her. since her own children were grown up and her grandchildren didn't live nearby, she had sort of adopted dustin as a surrogate grandson of sorts.

"I should probably get going, I didn't see the time. I have to get this stuff to the relief center and then get my ass to work--" steve, who had become frazzled after realizing he was almost late for his shift, totally didn't mean to swear in front of his new friend (who he really really liked). he wanted to come off as classy, not crude. he made a mental note to ruminate on it later.

"oh, yeah, I'm sorry to have kept you so long! thank you so much again for all your help, seriously." ginger said as she walked him to the door.

"how long are you in town for?" steve bravely inquired. why would he ask her that? did he think she would want to go out with him? he really didn't mean to ask, the question just slipped out.

"I'm not really sure, it's kind of open-ended at the moment. until we get my grandparents and all their stuff out of here, I guess." ginger shrugged.

"would you want to hang out sometime? with me, I mean. if you're too busy or if you just don't want to I totally get it. but I thought I'd ask just incase you wanted to hang out with people your own age while you're here. or whatever." he rambled off his invitation as he mentally slapped himself. people your own age? why would he say that? he hoped it didn't sound rude or presumptuous.

"yeah, I'd love to. you know where I'll be!" ginger smiled at him as they stood in the doorway. she noticed how pretty his eyes were and she liked how they looked when he smiled. she knew he had to go to work but she didn't want him to leave yet. she could talk with him forever, even if it was awkward.

"o-okay, cool. I guess I'll see you around then." steve said as he made his way out of the house, starting down the driveway.

"see you!" ginger waved as she watched him stride to his car. he was really wearing those jeans. she tried her best to take a mental picture so she could remember the sight later.

steve almost dropped the box he was carrying as he attempted to smoothly hold it in one arm and open his door at the same time. ginger found the dorky moment excruciatingly endearing. she hoped that she really would see him around.

steve had the same thought as he drove away from the house. he wished he could have spent all day with ginger. hell, he would have settled for even five more minutes of time with her. nothing seemed like enough.

he didn't care that she was pregnant. he didn't care about anything other than seeing her again. he had to see her again. and he didn't know it then, but ginger was just what he needed.

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[rebuke-me]

Jake took a shaky breath. He should go find the other boys, get out of this stupid party. He turned to the staircase, only to see a figure walking towards him. 

Older Jake, in his khakis and polo, the monogrammed initials on his chest. He looked like such a straight laced goody two shoes. Like Rich was always saying he was. 

Someone said something down the stairs to Older Jake, who turned and said something, laughing a little. 

Jake bolted, stumbling into the bathroom. He shut the door as much as he could, still peeking out at the hallway. He could see into the bedroom, could see the boy in the desk chair. 

As he watched, his older self walked into the room, and a weight fell from his shoulders. The smile seemed to fade a little, his eyes closing. "God, they're so draining. You'd think they'd get the memo." 

The boy in the desk chair looked up at him, tilting his head back to do so. "Trying to hook you up with another good, proper rich girl?" He asked, grinning easily. 

Older Jake laughed, draping his arms over the edge of the chair. "You have no idea." Older Jake rested his chin on the other boys head, looking at the computer screen. "How's the coding coming? Still crashing incessantly?" 

The boy groaned. "It's fine. I'll finish it this weekend." 

Jake was about to slip his way out of the bathroom when the next words stopped him in his tracks. 

"In time for our movie date?" Older Jake asked, grin on his face. 

Jake froze, scanning his older self's face for any trace of a joke, of sarcasm. Date? 

The boy laughed, but it didn't seem like he was laughing at the concept of the date. "Of course. What, you think your parents will let you escape?" 

Older Jake groaned softly. "No, sorry, I'm all booked up. With, you know, parties, little shrimp appetizers, polo-" 

"Yachts?" The boy swiveled in the chair, and Jake watched as his older self leaned against the armrests, bringing their faces closer together. 

"I think I can fit in your poor, poor person idea of fun with a marathon of fantasy movies into my weekend, if I move the helicopter ride up-" 

Time seemed to slow down, and Jake sat there as he watched his older self kiss a boy. A very funny boy, who was a nerd and laughed easily and liked movies, who was comfortable enough to sit in his desk chair. But a boy. He was kissing a boy. 

Jake stumbled back from the door, leaning against the sink. The hand soap clattered to the floor, and he held his breath. What if his older self and his friend- his boyfriend- came looking for him? And he'd have to explain that he wasn't his cousin, that he was his fifteen year old self, and that he wasn't queer, he wasn't like that. 

And he'd be lying.

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[grawlix-ness]

The Great Big Slingo HC Post

Dingo’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, true, but he is definitely the more emotionally aware of the duo. One might think there’s no thoughts behind those dopey half-lidded eyes so prone to staring off into space. Not quite. When it comes to more personal matters, he’s a good listener. Once in a blue moon he’ll even get Sleet to open up.

The hedgehog triplets are very much keen to Dingo’s crush on Sleet. To catch him off guard, they’ll sometimes slyly allude to it, much to a flustered Dingo’s chagrin. More incentive to permanently silence them, he figures.

Sleet's not super great at maintaining his hygiene. He'll polish and shine his armor until it glistens, but giving the set a deep clean is usually out of the picture--he's become so dependent on the power high it gives him that he rarely takes it off. The thick polluted air of Robotropolis doesn't do any favors for his mangy fur coat either. So if anyone's a flea paradise it's Sleet. He's only projecting when he calls Dingo that.

At this point in time, the relationship is one-sided. Dingo’s making ALL the moves. Sleet tries his damnest not to acknowledge Dingo’s goo-goo eyes and honey glow cheeks. He tries not to stare back, but he’s definitely gotten distracted by Dingo’s buxom chest. Kinda hard not to when your co-pilot’s almost always shirtless. Even harder not to notice when you’re pinned beneath said buxom chest——Dingo could make tripping over his own feet a professional sport.

You’d think the average joe would reconsider negotiating with Sleet. He has a sort of dastardly energy about him; he just screams bad news. And yet, he manages to reel in even the most disconcerting of clients. Sleet’s very good at feigning respect. I mean, how else would he be able to convince Robotnik to let his clutzy ass stay for so many episodes? After an especially big transformation, Dingo becomes so drowsy he can hardly stand. See, all that molecular stretching and rearranging can really take a lot out of someone. And if he’s not quick enough to change back from his embiggened state, he comes crashing down to the earth——anything or anyone nearby is liable to be crushed. Swatbots beware. When he wakes, he is insatiably hungry. Which is saying a lot because Dingo already packs food away like it’s nothing because of his bulking regime.

Dingo finds Sleet’s voice very soothing. Well, that is, when Sleet’s not yelling at him of course. It’s so soft and muted. He could listen to it all day. Sleet, egotist that he is, is more than happy to oblige.

Sleet is a skilled marksman and weapons master. He prefers distance, specializing in both handguns and long guns. He can still hold his own in close quarters using an array of fighting knives and some rudimentary martial arts. He’s also not half-bad when it comes to riding and caring for animal mounts, thanks to the teachings of the cowboy bounty hunter Fleabyte. The only UK Sonic reference you’ll probably get out of me lol, I haven’t read it. I just like cat boys

Dingo’s fighting knowledge is limited to the concept hitting, hitting hard, and hitting dirty. He has no formal training, relying on instinct and what he’s seen on television to best enemies. His moves are sloppy and unrefined. As a shapeshifter, he’s also granted a number of potential forms, can alter the size and shape of his limbs, and can essentially turn his body into silly putty. By all means, he could finish fights before they even start with this power, but Dingo prefers to milk his battles, he finds it most invigorating.

Dingo doesn’t understand mirrors. Sleet, self-infatuation extraordinaire, rather likes mirrors. Yyyeah. He hasn’t owned any since the incident.

Sleet was raised in the gutter. He knows a fair bit more than the average street urchin because his mom was upper class, that is, until she was slandered by her peers and booted from high society. However, currently his education has all but fallen through the cracks. He tries to avoid reading most of the time. Because what will Dingo think if he learns he’s not the uber-genius he makes himself out to be. And wait, why does he care what Dingo thinks? Sleet.exe has stopped working.

Sleet enjoys strategizing. He has free time stored away solely for scheming purposes. Dingo does not. He prefers punching. And biting. Sleet’s plans almost never go the way he intended because of Dingo’s haphazard, devil-may-care nature. They bicker quite a bit. How they’ve managed to get this far in the bounty hunting business is a mystery. That’s not to say Sleet would do better on his own, quite the opposite really. He has a penchant for monologues and theatrics. He can’t simply shoot the target, no, he has to lord over them and savor the moment. A fatal flaw. Dingo keeps him on his toes.

Dingo likes scrapbooking. He has more stationary and cute pens (he’s very heavy-handed, so all of them are in middling condition) than he knows what to do with. He keeps mementos of every successful hunt, little knicknacks and trinkets, maybe the occasional tooth from a beaten adversary.

When they manage to squeeze any free time out of their schedule, they enjoy hitting up arcades and stealing the prizes from kids. They also like to take potshots at the mutated wildlife on the outskirts of Robotropolis.

Sleet and Dingo are very competitive. Back in the good old days, before that rotten Robuttnik came into the picture, on particularly uneventful nights they played board games. They both cheated so they went around in circles for hours. Lots of yelling, finger pointing, and eventual falling into a heap on the floor because they stayed awake all night trying to psyche each other out.

Dingo has a twinge of separation anxiety. It’s not super debilitating, but he gets very restless if Sleet is away.

Dingo’s greatest fears: the dark, creepy crawlies like spiders and centipedes, and being alone. He wears these on his sleeve. Sleet, obviously, is afraid of being roboticized. The other deeper, more personal stuff is sealed away.

Dingo’s not the best at flirting. Sometimes his word choice is, well, let’s say unique. Lummox that he is, his compliments come off more like threats. Turns out Sleet does not in fact appreciate being called small, fragile and edible among other things. (Dingo has cute aggression.) It actually makes him quite unnerved. Who woulda thunk it?

Dingo’s molecules are highly malleable. He can transform into anything so long as he can imagine it, organic or inorganic, animal, mineral, and vegetable, the whole kit and kaboodle. Now, as a mutant of very little brain, Dingo’s imagination can be quite limited, and his concentration skills are lacking. He can only hold a shape if he remains focused. That’s where the transmogrifier comes in. Sleet first developed the remote as a kid not only to defend himself against the local rabble rousers, but to humiliate anyone who so much as looked at him funny. It wasn’t a complete success, only partially transforming targets.

Dingo can transform without the transmogrifier, but the transmogrifier offers boons he wouldn’t be able to reach otherwise. Such as the ability to change colors.

Sleet is toned, but not ripped. He’s most muscly in his arms, a happy accident from lifting heavy weapons. He has very prominent clavicles, and in certain positions his ribs peek through.

Dingo’s legs are substantially short. He still values leg day, however. His calves are chunky.

#sonic underground #sonic the hedgehog #to be steadily updated #slingo #sleet and dingo #sonic headcanons

[soullessjack]

fave saw trap?

OOHH oh my god okay I have so many.

Obligatory reverse bear trap mention bc who doesn’t love her, she’s mother. she is the beginning with John and Amanda and she is the end with Jill and Mark, she brings the narrative to a full circle despite her mechanical function being the opposite.

THE BATHROOM TRAP!!!!!! Obsessed with it. The shades of blue and white and the fluorescent lights, the grimy browns and greens and reds, all so absolutely beautiful together. Really pulls you into the dampness and coldness and the filth of it. Obligatory chainshipping mention also. Love those guys. Very normal about them.

the angel trap and its’ fatality is so so visually beautiful to me. she mothers extremely hard (god rest Kerry tho). truly one of the artsiest of the traps. I love the warmish shade of green in the room, and in the acid, and of course I love it contrasting with the red shade of the ribcage gore.

glass coffin for obvious reasons.. mark is soooo delicious in it with his hair all messy and his nose bleeding and his tits propped up I mean what hahah who said that . and I absolutely love the cold shade of blue it gives off, very lovely contrast with marks nosebleed also. and the whole coffinshipping thing. like it’s such a trust-based trap ironically. like, “you know what I’ve done you know who I am you know I am guilty and cannot be trusted whatsoever but will you throw away all of that and trust me anyways, is your will to survive strong enough to trust someone who ostensibly does not deserve it.” so delicious

I don’t like Jigsaw but I will admit the hot wax trap looked pretty cool, definitely one of the scariest of the movie. if you’ve ever seen 2005’s House of Wax it gives the same literally suffocating and uncomfortable feeling as Jared Padalecki’s character’s wax coating (and the horrendous peeling of it) bc you’re watching someone in such a helpless horrible position and relegated only to watching it.

the death mask is another super cool visual trap, love the green tint, love the spikes, even Michael’s eye injury looked cool! the snapping kill at the end was definitely cool too.

the nerve gas house 100% fav. I love saw 2 very dearly, both for Daniel and Amanda and for Mudvayne’s Forget To Remember song in the credits. I didn’t enjoy most of the traps in the house, mostly bc I felt like they could’ve been easily avoided or thought out better (but in the victims’ defense they were actively being poisoned) and also bc I wasn’t very attached to anyone outside of Danny and Mandy. Love the atmosphere of the house, the grime and dim fluorescence and yellow-greens (as a graphic designer warm tints like that are very good at giving off a sense of humidity and feverishness, really adds to the nerve gas poisoning and the claustrophobia of the house, too).

the horsepower trap. quick bonus for the green and yellows tints, but also I’m personally very drawn to settings with mechanical clutter. I’m not mechanically inclined in any way but visually I love looking at them and figuring out what they do. based mark for putting nazis in an inescapable trap also! the kills are deliciously brutal. the skin ripping scene, the windshield crash, the face smashing, and my absolute favorite has to be the arm/jaw yanking (specifically the jaw, idk I just think it’s neat. maybe not neat , per se, but one of those extremely gruesome things that you just can’t look away from. no pun intended it’s like a car crash).

the Mausoleum Trap. love the setting, a trap in a fucking mausoleum is metal as fuck. more traps should have spooky settings like that I think (a morgue trap would go so fucking hard also). love the colors, basically I love the entire concept but the execution could’ve bene way better (which can be said about a lot of 3D’s themes, especially the See/Hear/Speak/Do No Evil ones).

#holdthypeace.txt #sawposting #saw traps #saw 2 #saw 3D #saw 2004 #saw bathroom #glass coffin #reverse bear trap #death mask

[universitypenguin]

I love how Lloyd considers himself princess’s best friend! It warms my heart to see his cold facade melt with her and how warmly he regards her. She brings out the good in him. I wanted to know do they have little friend dates/outings to the movies or grab ice cream together or maybe try new restaurants that have just opened up? Do you think the other boys crashed those little dates (not counting the time after she and Lloyd first began their affair 😜). Also, would princess introduce Lloyd to some of her friends outside of work?

I definitely think they have friend dates!

Lloyd isn't the most social person in the world, and Princess is much more extraverted. One way to think of introversion/extraversion is to consider if someone is more focused on people or if their mind is more preoccupied by ideas and concepts. By this definition, Lloyd is an introvert who has extraverted qualities because he's so confident. Princess is a genuine extravert. She's focused on the people she meets and less consumed with abstract ideas.

So, when she joined the firm, she decided to spend lots of time getting Lloyd to open up. It's important to get him out of the house, you know. She lets Lloyd teach her golf. This is a massive fail. However, they have great iced tea and sandwiches at the club house, which she does enjoy. Lloyd accepts that Princess will never be much of a golfer and suggests they try something different.

Princess takes him paddle boarding at a rental place in Georgetown. It turns out he's really good at it. She... manages to figure it out. Lloyd has to jump in and rescue her twice that first day. Now, they go paddle boarding at least twice every summer. When he decides to take the office's health challenge and run a 5k, she goes with him on Saturday afternoon runs. This is where they demo the strategy of her renting a bike and riding along with him while he runs.

Princess enjoys riding along with him. While she likes physical activity in general, she isn't into super hard exercise. Everything in moderation! She also appreciates how safe she feels biking around the park while he's with her. Plus, she has an excuse for sticking to a slower pace when he's jogging along. Lloyd likes to listen to her talk while he's running. He gets to know a lot of office gossip during these training sessions. He's into hard exercise, so he can't really say much back and she controls the conversation. (Because Lloyd Hansen does not run at a conversational pace, ever. He wants to be struggling and drenched in sweat by the end. He's after those endorphins.)

Princess finds it enjoyable to lead the conversation. Since Lloyd is her best friend, it's comfortable for her to simply tell him everything. During work he's so focused and on-task that she doesn't have enough time to just talk. When they're done he showers and takes her out for dinner and a movie. He's very amused at how comfortable she is cuddling with him at the theatre, even though he isn't her boyfriend. But he loves holding her so much he doesn't mention it. For years, he can't admit even to himself, how tempting it is to lean in for a kiss during one of these "dates." However, the fear of ruining their friendship which means so much to him, keeps him from following through.

Of course, these two idiots are hopelessly in love, so it's only a matter of time before the other shoe dropped.

#penguin replies #the princess and the lawyer: ask #lloyd hansen #the princess and the lawyer #series: the princess & the lawyer #the princess & the lawyer #the gray man fanfiction #the gray man fanfic #lloyd hansen x princess

[diorsbrando]

SOSA. here with more hiroki brain rot… i thought of this the other day and i can’t get it out of my mind. dan hiroki with a s/o just as equally as twisted as him, but he doesn’t know.

think of the series YOU on netflix. he’s absolutely infatuated with you and knows everything about you and stalks and does whatever to get closer. you are his hyperfixation during all free time, but he doesn’t realize he is that to you as well.

he’s going back and forth serving justice to people and on the side, so are you. as a detective, he’s aware of the sudden bodies popping up of people who has done what he considers bad deeds—but it’s the same way HE does it. the MO fits him to a T and he truly is baffled, thinking that maybe someone has a lead on him and this was their own sick and twisted way to let him know that THEY know.

little does he know. his cute lil precious angel that consumed his mind nearly every second of the day is behind all these. will he ever find out? who will know, but IF HE DOES? wow. it’s like true love all over again. the idea of you he was in love with before has changed into something else—you are true love. you are a true understanding. ,,, now. all i am picture is him taking you out on a bloody table like he’s in head OOPS. it’s just :…) a bloody mess. TLDR ya make his dick hard ! LOL

oh.... oh baby.. this is good. this is very very good. ugh ur BRAIN !! lit rally your brain is so so amazing :(( i really like this concept !

cw — ! dark content ahead, minors do not interact. mentions and descriptions of blood & murder. both hiroki and reader are just not okay in the head :)

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dan having an s/o who is just as mentally unstable as he is would be a dream come true from like...idk he'd probably shiver in delight when he puts two and two together fdkjdhgkdjfd. @touyyes what you think of this ? 👀

and as usually, he loves you so so sooooooo much because you make him experience emotions he hasn't felt in a long time, if not ever. but this time it's different, because it's not just love and adoration for this person, or the unrelenting urge to just give everything that he is to this individual— but instead it's anxiety. he's never felt anxious before, not to this degree, when he sees all the fresh evidence of a crime scene. a crime scene that you created. you emulate him to a scary degree, you make him feel an unsettling uneasiness he's never felt before because he does start to think that someone is onto him, that they might expose him for his grisly crimes. and dan hiroki may not completely regret his crimes, but he knows he won't be able to serve any more happy helpings of justice with a smile if he's locked away in a cell! or worse....

and then, all is revealed.

of course you'd want him to figure out eventually but it certainly still took you by surprise. and you couldn't have been happier that your beloved dan was smart enough to follow the trail of crumbs, to truly open his eyes and ears and see the truth. to look up and see his precious, glowing angel waiting for him. it all comes crashing down in the quaint little restaurant you work at. it was closing when dan came there to confront you about it. you couldn't possibly listen to anything he was saying when he was so close, so so so fucking close to your face like that. velvety voice filling your mind's ear, his lidded, turquoise eyes searing into your very soul— he successfully pulled out two kinds of confessions from you: a confession of your heartless, horrific acts against society, and a confession of your undying love for him. dan's heart sung when he listened to you sweet, honeyed voice tell him how you'd do anything for him, anything, how much you loved him, how inspired you felt by his clear goals when you noticed his pattern of only killing extremely bad people— and how you told him that his modeling his murders after elements of the exorcist? 'genius!', you said (or rather moaned, this altercation feeling his warmth radiate into yours was turning you on more than it should)

he kissed you deeply right then and there. the dark haired man had realized he had definitely fallen in love, that he'd never fall out of your clutches when he made love to you on a table in the backroom. the sound of his balls slapping against your skin was the sound of his love pouring into you. and you're right, dan sees now that you really are his true love, in flesh and blood right here underneath him

now he'd have some help!, he thought, more help to rid this world of despicable, vile people, because he had you. everything would become a little easier now because he had you!! and oh gossshhhh if he wasn't turned on before he sure will be now, every time he sees you in a long rubber apron stained in blood, akin to your gloves and face— the same blood that stained his clothes and face as well. he'd get so turned on, so depraved, he'd succumb to the urge to bend you over and fuck you silly like a dog going through a rut, and he'd keep going, and going and going, filling you up so nicely. the sounds of your moans of his name, how good he feels, and how deeply you were in love with him were much better than the dying screams of his victims <3

#sosa’s filez 💭 #🍫—asks! #zorotits #PHEWWW! #okay that was a lot sorry i got carried away fsdkjfhskdj #this got really....dark? #idk i dont think ive ever written something like this before but i think #that this concept should be explored some more :)) #dan hiroki supremacy 🛐 #sorry for getting to this ask so late btw

[prismaticpichu]

Hi! Question for you, fellow writing friend: how do YOU get into the Jenova Mind Set (tm)?

Oooooooh Jenova! Heck yeah! Evil step mom. Mother Dearest. Soccer mom without the soccer. That’s always such interesting territory! >:3c Your Jenova stories are SO insanely good!!! So perfectly twisted and spooky and always capture the looming, icky presence that makes mumsy who she is.

So! For me, when it comes to Jenova, her aura gets split down the middle depending on the tone of the fic. In complete crack/stupid Nibelheim fix-it settings, she’s usually just a device to lure Sephiroth to the basement—not much of a full character—and is really only made known through bold/italics saying her generic, programmed things (Hello, my son, now it’s independent reading time). Head is pretty empty writing her this way! Hardly intimidating and easily shooed away, and barely any description too. She’s usually the butt of the joke getting flicked off. Then just kinda gives up. Eh. Next mentally unstable experiment.

Now on the OTHER hand…. there’s Jenova. The dangerous, horrid, calamitous organism who eradicated an entire race through infecting her prey, poisoning each and every Cetra, who shifted her amorphous figure to confuse/manipulate their crippling, infected minds and turn them against their loved ones, and whose cells course through Sephiroth’s blood. This is my preferred side >:3c. Because I love CC Sephiroth and of all his kind humanness, I am very stubborn to let this side go, and this leads to me crafting Jenova as someone with a complete autonomous mind, and pretty much frame her as being a puppet master with cellular mind-control abilities. She’s much more than just a voice in Sephiroth’s head nudging him towards his insanity; she’s furious at humanity for sealing her away, and she’s gonna make sure Sephiroth helps her enact her revenge (and, y’know, munching on planet debris while she’s at it).

Getting into the true Ellen Ripley mode takes some lights off and some dramatic music, but the premise of her bringing a steering wheel to Sephiroth’s mind is just so fun to me that I’m usually so eager to write anything to do with it! x3 With her presence being so consuming and real now, I love taking full advantage of her overall horrific concept and diving headfirst into that nastiness—mind games and all. Writing Jenova slowly breaking into Sephiroth’s car is a blast, and I’ll usually tackle it by making her pry out his worst, most vulnerable memories and bring them to the surface. She doesn’t just spew the generic come to me stuff anymore. She’s hitting Sephiroth where it hurts most. Making those emotions so severe and tumultuous that they consume him: Genesis, Angeal, Gast… they abandoned him. Traitors. Jenova will pounce in the moment Sephiroth begins to succumb and accept those feelings, shoving him out of the front seat and plugging in her keys (ok enough with this car analogy). Once she has him where she wants him, she’ll whisper into something much more hypotonic, whispering kind, loving reassurances into his ears… and all of a sudden Sephiroth wants nothing more than to burn humanity to the ground. They locked up Mother… kept them separated for so, so long—and then those inferior, wretched dullards became the dominant species.

Jenova offers a whole lot of imagery too, and there’s so much room for horrific description >:3 She won’t just get into Sephiroth’s mind; she will claw her way in, rake her nails against the surface of his skull, stab into his mind, her cellular pull pulling the blood in Sephiroth’s body and making it crash against his skin, make his veins throb, making it feel like they’re being torn from his skin and into her… er… tentacles. Lots of adjectives and verbs to describe her: slimy, oily, slithering, squirming~ So much fun to add Jenova into any equation! She’s a real party person!

Oh! I also capitalize her pronoun bc powerful space entity.

#ffvii #jenova #mumsy #sorry for the Great Wall of China text!!! apparently you hit a sweet spot in my fangirl xD #sephiroth #crisis core #Nibelheim #fangirl #writing #things #oh wow they really packed the bloody devastating power of the organism who wiped out an entire race into a single human being #like they really did #gold star for effort! I’ll give you about a C for execution #bc hey kitty eyes and natural silver hair are gorgeous

[the-fiction-witch]

Breed P3

Media Irl X Sci Fi

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Flirty 

Concept Breed Series

I was strange after all this time to have changed directions we had stopped orbiting above the planet of linly and slowly we got lower and lower heading towards the surface. Thomas was strangely tense the closer we got to the ground. I couldn't help looking out across the vast place it was admittedly beautiful, a paradise. Vast fields of yellow, purple and blue with bring red oceans that broke on the sweet black sand then all of a sudden the view was gone and we were inside a grey building.

"What's going on?"

"Customs" he says "security. A laser fast sanitisation. Has to be done"

"Ohh… makes sense" I nodded

"Plus adjusting the ship slowly to the gravity atmosphere and so on it's not too different from other class As but it's enough to make you sick" he explained

And slowly but surely I noticed the general air temperature change likely from all this going on but… it affected him.

Far more than me.

He shifted in his seat slightly and began to relax himself but… his hand

It began shifting and moving as if it was a liquid of a slime like the whole of his hand skin, muscle and bone was completely fluid this moved up his arm and across his body until this whole body did it before it settled and returned him to normal letting him breath a clear sigh

"It's good to be home"

"What- the- fuck! What that!' I yelled

"Your really don't know how we work do you?'

"No!"

"Humm then your about to have a bit of a shock princess"

Once all the tests where done men came through and took all our things, Thomas offered his hand but held my chain anyway. So I took it and walked out of the shop with him into the light of a bright white sun. It was a strange place with dark green stone and dirt, blue grass, red water, black sand, purple and yellow flowers everywhere. In the low hanging grey sky was this white sun and three moons of various sizes and distances form the planet. People here looked normal, humanoid even if every so often you'd see a random animal or strange looking creature but they always seemed to have humanoid elements. People looked at me strangely the women angrily, the men... Much like in the club with dark desire. I was confused why we had to walk all this way but part of me figured why, his victory march to show off to all the other men he got himself a breeder. Eventually we came to a beautiful castle carved from the green stone in the side of a cliff the water at times leaping over the spires to crash onto the beachy sand around it. Once we arrived I felt a little sheepish this place was insane with stone floors, arched lead lined windows and high chandeliers the sort of place you imagine all of to with art, sculpture and other things of historical note honestly it felt like being in a museum and I felt as nervous about my presence. "Thomas? My god your back" a man above laughed he hurried down fixing his dark hair "I see it was a success trip' he smirked in my direction "It was, lord Lucas my I present miss y/n my new breeder" he smirked "My my, where in this mad galaxy did you go to find her?" "I have my ways" "I'm sure you do. Pleasure to meet you" he smiled taking my hand giving it a kiss "you ever get to tried your more then welcome to visit my suite on the eighth floor" "She won't have time for that" Thomas corrected "We'll see. She knows your back you know" "I do not need you to speak for me lord Lucas" a shrill voice snapped and Thomas sighed speaking thought gritted teeth "Hello Millie" I woman arrived in a long black dress seeming very angry as she came over and lord Lucas scampered "You could have called" "I could. I was busy" "I see" she glared at me "who's the new kitchen girl?" "Not a kitchen girl. My breeder" "You can't be serious?" "Of course I am" She circled me inspecting me "you paid for that?" "I did. And she was half what your little toys cost so leave her alone" "It shows" she says "well you know where I am" she says before heading off again "Yes. That's my wife" he says "Pleasant" "Believe it or not that was her being nice" he says "come on I'll take you to your suite"

He lead me though the castle to a high suite opening the door for me revealing my things already here. It was beautiful a room fit for a true princess. A large stone fireplace, tall windows with shutters and curtians, a beautiful long sofa by the fire, bookshelves and even a little book nook and window seat, a large bed with clearly many options for how to use it, a beautiful bathroom with a large shower and bath clearly with space for two, even a hot tub, a strange shaped thing I assumed at first to be art but it was squishy and soft clearly some kind of chair for adult purposes. I even had a balcony out the back of the castle that over looked the infinite red sea with the moons hung in its sky. "It's beautiful" "Well I wanted you to be comfortable. And Also... Me to be comfortable. As I'm going to be spending so much time in here with you" he chuckled "free roam. I trust you. Even if the doors downstairs are locked and you do have a guard" "So I'm still a prisoner. Just with a very pretty cell" "You might be a prisoner. But I promise you will be cared for. Spoilt beyond measure" he smiled giving my lips a little kiss "your my princess. Not just my breeder" "Thanks Thomas" "Your welcome. Now I have some lord paperwork to do I'll be back for our first night together later okay?" "Okay" I nodded "Good girl" he cooed kissing my head before heading to the door "Thomas?" "Yep?" "... What was that. In the ship? When we landed?" I asked "Humm... I'll explain later. You get cosy" he says before heading out.

#thomas #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomassangster #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas broide sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas sangster smut #thomas sangser imagine #thomas sangster x reader #Thomas Imagine #thomas imagines

[darl1ngd3ar3st]

2d angst??????? kinda????

warnings: angst (fluff at the end tho!), reverse comfort, mentions of drug use + overdose, mentions of puke/vomit, murdoc is a nob

concept: 2d accidentally overdoses like the silly goose he is

gender neutral reader

2d grunted quietly as he struggled to open a bottle of pills. He had a long day and just wanted to get high for a bit. As the childproof lid came off, there was a knock at his bedroom door.

"Hey, 2d, can I come in?" That gentle voice of his loving partner. He wanted to see you, he really did, but he didn't want you to see him get high. You had seen him high before, he knew this, but he just didn't like to think of how terrible it could be for you to see him like that.

"Sorry, love, not right now." He simply responded through the door. "Well, okay. I'll be in the living room if you need me!" you said as your footsteps got quieter. 2d sighed as he swallowed the pills, with no water or anything to help get them down. He felt the effects start to kick in, but they weren't as strong as he wanted them to be. Without hesitation, he swallowed more.

You heard something in 2d's room crash on the ground. You were worried about him, so you knocked on the door again. no response. Just to be sure, you knocked again, louder this time. still no response. Fortunately, 2d left his door unlocked. You hurriedly turned the knob to find your boyfriend on the ground, mostly unconscious.

Before you knew it, you were in the bathroom holding 2d over the toilet, trying to get him to throw up. "Come on, stuart, don't die on me." you mumbled, mostly to yourself. The sounds of him gagging had gained the attention and concern of the rest of the band. Murdoc, despite trying to keep up his shitty facade, was noticeably shaking with fear. Noodle had seen 2d like this before, yet she was close to tears. Russel, unfortunately, had been out getting groceries.

Thank everything 2d puked. You wiped your hand on a nearby towel and patted the poor boys back as he vomited. "Jesus christ, faceache..." murdoc mumbled, his voice muffled by his hand. Noodle shook with relief knowing one of her father figures was okay. You hadn't noticed that you were crying until you sniffled a bit.

Once your boyfriend had finished puking, he wiped the vomit from his mouth and rested his head on your shoulder. He was exhausted. "Don't cry, love," he whispered. "I'm okay. I'm alright." He was evidently too tired to notice the presence of murdoc or noodle. But the fact that he was alive was enough reassurance for the both of them.

"I'm sorry," 2d sniffled. "I didn't mean to worry you, y/n." You hugged him tighter. "You have nothing to apologize for, stu. I'm just- I'm just glad you're okay." You sighed. "Murdoc, could you go get him some water?" The skrunkly old man just nodded and headed to the kitchen.

It was only then that 2d looked up and noticed his bandmates, one crying and the other in the kitchen. "I'm sorry, noodz," he quietly apologized. Immediately she fell to her knees and gently hugged him. "You scared us so bad, 2d." She cried. 2d whispered out a bunch of apologies for worrying everyone, all of which were replied to with phrases of forgiveness.

Murdoc returned with a glass filled with water and handed it to you. Everyone seemed to be finished crying. You mouthed a quick thank you to the bassist. "Come on, 2d, let's get you to bed." You patted his back and carefully propped him up so he was on his feet. 2d nodded and leaned around half of his weight on you.

You handed 2d his water and told him to drink some of it. "Waters good after you puke." You said. After chugging about half of it, he flopped onto his pillow and sighed. "Thank you, love." He softly said. You smiled. "Of course, stu. I'm really glad you're alright."

You both stayed silent for a bit. The only sounds that could be heard were coming from the fan softly bringing the room to a comfortable temperature.

"You should probably get some rest." You gently stroked 2d's face and got up to leave. "W-wait, um.." he started. "could you snuggle with me for a bit?" You smiled at your boyfriends request and happily obliged. You lied down next to him and wrapped your arms around his torso.

"Thank you, y/n." He sighed.

WOO ITS FINISHED!!!! sorry if anyone seems ooc its currently 4am and I'm very tired-

#gorillaz #2d x male reader #2d x gender neutral reader #2d gorillaz #2d x reader #stuart pot x reader #stuart pot x male reader #stuart 2d pot #gorillaz x reader #angst #2d x reader angst #angst drabble

[jungwonenthusiast]

nonvirgin!jay and inoccent virgin!femreader just making out while reader is sitting on jay's lap and they end up getting horny and they end up doing it. you can add more things if you want, I trust you

A/N: I’m kind of a sucker for the “taking the readers virginity” concept so forgive me if i get carried away lol (also forgive me if i played too much into the “innocent” concept, ik that its unrealistic but its just for funzies lol)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), slight corruption kink, pretty vanilla i think

Word count: 1.8 k

You watch Jay type away on his laptop at his desk. You notice the muscles shifting under his shirt every time he reaches for a sip of water.

You guys never went further than making out and for a while you were fine and happy with that, but these days you’re finding it harder and harder not to tug his shirt off and push him onto the bed.

“Hi baby,” Jay says as you sit sideways on his lap. “What’s up.”

“Are you done yet?” you ask.

“Almost,” he kisses your cheek. He’s studying for an exam he has next week. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” you groan.

He chuckles. “We can hang out for a bit but then I have to go back to working, okay?”

You smile and peck him on the lips. Then again, and again, and again until your mouths are parting and his tongue is against yours. He adjusts you so that you’re straddling him in his desk chair. His hands warm and comfortable on your waist. He’s never touched you anywhere other than ur head, arms, legs, and waist, and right now you want something more. You take his hand and trail it up to your chest. He smiles into the kiss.

You can tell that he’s surprised and nervous judging from how gentle his hand is on you. But after a few minutes he begins to indulge in this new privilege and softly massaging you as you let out small moans.

You pull away from him. “Do you wanna- go to the bed?” you ask.

“Of course.” he chuckles and carries you to the mattress.

He lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.

You pull him in for another kiss.

He nudges his knee between your thighs and you can’t help but rock your hips against him. He notices and it gives him an instant hard on.

“Jay,” you exhale.

“Mhm?” he asks, peppering kisses down your throat.

“I wanna uhm- do it?” you say unsurely, giggling.

“Really?” he looks at you, wide eyed and you nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” you say sheepishly, not making eye contact.

He smirks and goes back to kissing your neck, now with tongue. You feel his hands travel up your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt actually) and you take a deep breath, trying not to whimper from his gentle touch.

His hands move to grope your chest and he pinches your sensitive nipples lightly. You whine and squirm underneath him.

“Do you need something?” he asks and you feel blood rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“What is it sweetheart?” he kisses your forehead. “Don’t be shy.”

“Touch me please.” you say into his neck, not able to look at him.

“Good girl,” he says before slowly sliding his fingers down down down into your underwear.

You twitch right away.

“Have you never..?” he asks and you blush.

“I have, but I’ve never...finished.” you say sheepishly.

He nods. "Let's change that shall we?"

He kisses your jaw before gently circling your clit. You grip at his forearm and he smirks.

“You’re doing so good.” he coos before kissing you softly.

He pushes your hoodie up and wastes no time to get to kissing your chest, running his tongue over your nipples.

You whimper and grind your hips against his fingers. “More.”

Soon all of your clothes are on his bedroom floor. He pulls away to admire your figure but you can’t help you try to cover up. He doesn’t try to pull your arms away though he just comes up to you and says: “You know how beautiful you are right?”

You turn your head away from him, blushing. “Shut up.”

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “Really though, you’re hot as fuck.”

Your eyes widen. No one has ever called you that before. You usually get “cute” or “pretty”, never hot.

He plants kisses from your shoulder to your lower stomach, stopping every now and then to give you a hickey. You’re already gripping at the duvet by the time he gets to your hips. You writhe, not being able to stand the burning between your legs.

“Patience baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “It’ll feel better if you wait.”

He sucks hickies on your soft flesh and you can literally feel yourself dripping.

“Please,” you beg. “I need it.”

He smirks before opening his mouth, getting nearly all of your cunt on his tongue. Your knees instantly snap around his head but he’s quick to push them back open, keeping you spread and pretty for him.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your fingers lacing through his black hair. It’s new; not being able to control your pleasure, but at the same time, that’s what made it so good.

He pushes his tongue into you before circling it around your clit. “Fuck, you taste good.” he growls.

Your hips twitch as he works his tongue against you and you whimper.

He pulls away to slowly push a finger into you. You whine and grip at his forearm.

“You okay?” he asks before kissing you, letting you taste yourself. You nod, getting used to the foreign feeling.

“One more.” you say and he graciously obeys.

Your head falls back as he stretches you out.

“So wet.” he whispers while massaging your chest with his free hand. “You’re taking my fingers so well.” he purrs while pushing up on your sweet spot.

He rests the base of his palm against your clit, letting you grind against him.

You start to feel a strange sensation in your stomach. “Fuck,” you moan. “I can’t I can’t.”

“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your cheek. “Just feel it.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as you start to get closer and closer.

“You can do it,” he whispers. “Be good.”

Your legs begin to tremble and before you know it, your orgasm crashes over you like a big, cold, wave. Your eyes close shut and your mouth parts as you whimper softly.

He kisses your cheeks while slowly pumping his fingers into you.

“You did so good,” he says. “How was it?”

“Really good,” you exhale with a giggle. You shut your legs. “I’m embarrassed now~”

“Why?” he chuckles.

You cover your face with your hands. “You just saw me do that.”

“So? I wanted to,” he kisses you softly. “And it was really hot.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth. Your eyes widen. He smirks. “You taste too good.”

Good god he’s hot, you think. You kiss him hard. “Fuck me please.”

It only takes seconds for his jeans to be unzipped and his shirt to be on the floor.

He teases your clit with his tip before slowly pushing into you, stopping every couple of seconds to help you adjust.

You don’t struggle much considering how wet and worked up you are.

He kisses your jaw. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” you nod with excitement.

He gives you a sweet kiss before thrusting into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You cling onto his back, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he growls. “I never knew that my sweet girl would want to be ruined like this.”

You shy away from him but he holds your face.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart.”

You nuzzle into his neck. “Harder.”

He smirks before grabbing the headboard and pounding into you. You let out a loud whine and it’s music to his ears.

“Look how good you take it.” he caresses your hair. “My precious baby.”

“You feel so good.” you whimper. “How does it feel so good?”

He chuckles lightly, amused by your confusion.

“Maybe it’s because we’re meant for eachother.” he says and you giggle.

You wonder if anyone else knows how sweet he is. His heart must be made of honey.

You mewl under him, grabbing onto everything you can reach out of desperation.

“Touch yourself.” he says and your eyes go wide. “You heard me, I wanna watch you.”

You shyly trail your fingers down to your clit. He places his hand on top of yours for a moment to get it moving.

You moan as the feeling of his cock inside of you and your fingers on your clit begin to combine.

“Oh my god don’t stop,” you beg as he grinds his hips into yours.

He wouldn’t even dream of stopping. The way your eyebrows are furrowing, your mouth is parting, and your smooth skin under his hands is enough to drive him insane. He’s basically drunk on you. He could do this all day.

“I love you.” you whisper and he kisses your jaw.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

He continues to ruthlessly snap his hips against yours.

“Such good pussy,” he says to himself.

“Jay,” you whisper, barely being able to speak. Your legs are trembling and your hips are starting to twist.

“Cum for me baby,” he encourages you. “Make me proud.”

He watches as you come undone. Your eyes rolling back, your back arching, all of it. It’s enough to send him over the edge.

He groans into your neck as your cunt pulses around him. You hold onto him tight, still in shock from the orgasm he gave you.

He kisses your collarbone and rubs your waist. “Good girl.” he says before kissing your forehead.

He pulls out and quickly rushes to get a towel to clean you up.

Comfortable silence wafts by as he does so.

“What am I supposed to say now?” you joke and he laughs.

“Usually you just say ‘you were so good’ or something like that.”

You frown. “I don’t wanna be reminded that you’ve had sex with other people before.”

“Why? Does it make you jealous?” he teases.

“A little.” you roll your eyes.

“Okay this will be my first time from now on.” he says and you giggle.

“We just lost our virginities dude.”

“Sick right?” he plops down beside you and gives you a fist bump.

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Ghost Brother AU Pt 3

Part 1 Part 2 A Half-Hearted Second Chance Kaitou LeBlanc

(Hey, guys, rent’s coming up and I’m seriously short on cash, so if you enjoy this series, or any of my others, could you buy me a coffee? There are also open commissions available, details on my page). 

After Sandboy is Hero’s day, so you know what that means--Danny gets a chance to kick butt. When Marinette goes to recruit Rena Rogue, Queen Bee, and Carapace, she also picks up the Tiger to give to Danny. 

(And I’m ignoring the recent canon with this, so my Tiger still has the power of invisibility and represents the concepts of secrets :P )

So Kaitou is out there, fighting the good fight. He manages to get to the top of the Eiffel Tower, leaving his teammates behind, to one on one Hawkmoth. The fight only lasts a minute when Kaitou notices Ladybug being swarmed by akumas and darts down to help. 

Even when they lose the other temp heroes, Kaitou is still in the game, marking him as the most skilled of the temporary heroes. Even with his help though, there’s no way to anticipate the peacock miraculous and Hawkmoth is still able to get away. 

Becoming a hero against inspires a change in Danny. He grows more confident, more active; where before he was content to stay in the bakery all day working with his parents, he’s now willing to go out more and be a teenager.

I’ve said before that I headcanon Danny as 1/4th Japanese, so he starts taking classes to relearn the language his grandmother taught him as a child. There he meets Kagami, who is learning Advanced French from the same teacher. (Her mom is a perfectionist who insists she keeps attending even after she reaches competence)

Kagami bluntly states his pronunciation is terrible and Danny deliberately makes it worse to shake a laugh out of her. 

I think Danny would be a really good friend to Kagami. He’d help get her out of her shell and loosen up a little. Meanwhile, Kagami is like “He has older brother vibes, I’m going to teach him to stab”, so he’s bullied into joining her fencing class. 

The teacher doesn’t even notice. 

(Tom, who has perfected the art of having Big Dad Energy, has been teaching his son how to project his Big Brother Energy to massive success. They have training sessions in the bakery where they encourage everyone they see and try out dumb dad jokes/puns. Sabine laughs every time she sees them). 

I’m not sure who Danny’s love interest is yet. If you have a suggestion, leave it in the replies and state why. 

Timeline says the Shanghai special happens after Heroes Day, and I’ve never watched it so rough fixes:

Danny and Marinette go to Shanghai with their parents (not sure how Danny gets there; I assume at this point they’ve figured out how to get him a fake ID) because they are good children who care about their Great Uncle, NOT because Marinette wants to follow Adrien to another continent. 

I think it would be funny if Danny just... does not notice any of the supernatural superheroing going on. Like, Sabine has a massive family who have all come to celebrate Great Uncle Cheng’s birthday, so there’s sixty people milling around distracting him. It doesn’t help that this is the first time many of them are meeting Tom and Sabine’s new son. Everyone loves him and wants to talk to him. 

“He’s such a handsome boy, but so skinny!” his Popo says. “Are you sure you’re feeding him enough?” “Mom,” Sabine complains, “stop talking about him when he can’t understand you.”

He and Tom stick right next to Sabine the entire time since they’ve only had a crash course in Cantonese and Mandarin and they need her for translating. Danny assumes Marinette is off hanging out with her cousin or something. 

He’s relieved to return home. Unfortunately, that relief doesn’t last very long. 

Remember how I said Danny took French as a high school elective? Well, Casper High has a tradition of their French class taking a week study aboard in Paris at the end of their senior year. And there’s a red huntress who is really going to love seeing Danny again... 

Bonus round! Every minor change to Miraculous canon that happened because Danny is there. In order:

Evillustrator: Danny doesn’t let Marinette go out on a date with an akuma with only Chat Noir as back up, so he tags along and rescues them from the boat, only to be ditched by Marinette when she needs to transform. 

Timebreaker: Marinette doesn’t have to hurry back to the bakery because Danny is there, ready with the cake. Instead, Chloe purposefully makes Marinette drop the watch and Alix blames everyone. 

Bubbler: The first time in years Danny seriously considers outing his identity. He doesn’t count as an adult, so he’s not sky-bound, but he hovers around his parents, invisible, until the Miraculous Ladybug. If Ladybug had been any later, he would have revealed his powers to Tom and Sabine. 

Darkblade: Sabrina doesn’t make it past the entrance of their home. Danny knows what his sister’s bullies look like and he keeps her out. 

Kung Food: Instead of Marinette not being able to speak Mandarin, being nervous, and needing Adrien to help her, its this: Danny is the nervous one, since he can’t speak Mandarin and he’s never met any of his parents’ family before. Marinette, who is fluent because her mother taught her as a child, gets to be the calming presence for once and helps him get to know his new Great Uncle. Uncle Cheng is thrilled to meet Danny. 

 Troublemaker: Danny spends the day outside the bakery, terrified of being on TV in case Vlad finds him through an obscure French TV show. 

Befena: Gina doesn’t realize Danny is Tom and Sabine’s son, she thinks he’s just some boy they hired to help in the bakery. When she finds out, she’s nearly akumatized again. Apparently, Tom sent her an email telling her about their new son, but she never read it. 

Syren: It’s only through Danny’s quick thinking that his parents didn’t drown like so many of Paris. He had nightmares for weeks afterwards. 

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event request from @smolmo : Congrats on your milestone!! Soulmate Au with a soumate mark on your body +enemies to lovers +sakusa (or Kuroo or Suna) (pls choose i am like a kid in a sweetshop and can't desise💃)

a sour mood sweetens

kuroo x reader (~1k words)

content (warnings): soulmate au (tattoo/mark), enemies to lovers (some profanity), a sprinkle of angst but not sad angst just ‘i had a bad day’ irritated angst aksjdf

a/n: ty for this mo!! ilysm <33 pls it was hard for me to pick too HAHA the choices were all top tier. this is a little all over the place but it captures the vibes of when i point to kuroo and say ‘i love this idiot’ (affectionate). lol pretty much a not so cute meet cute that ends up being a little cute

you know the not-so-subtle glares you give each passerby are uncalled for, but social etiquette was the last thing on your mind today.

the only remedy you could think of for this sour mood of yours was to just get home. this whole day was just.. irritable. your sweet elderly neighbor who sadly did not get the hint you were already running quite late. your boss berating you about deadlines. those two coworkers who are always unnecessarily nasty. heck, even your favorite pen running out of ink. and those are only a few examples. suffice to say you’ve had a long day.

what made it worse? the persistent pain that had flared on the lines and curves on your wrist. the red ink that predetermined your fate.

well, can fate calm down a little bit? can’t you see i’ve already had a shit day?

it was very rare that the mark tingled, it felt like little pricks along the outline. you recall only having felt this feeling a handful of days over the course of your life so far.

you grumble about the pain, running your fingers over the mark as you weave your way around the other figures bustling in the streets.

again, you’ve had a long day. so when the weight of a complete stranger crashes into you, it’s hard to filter your first thoughts.

“are you kidding me?” you huff and look at the person.

he is equally fuming. “i could say the same for you.”

you’re quick to take him in. another corporate ass, you judge from his attire. and you don’t miss how furrowed his brows are at you, eyes striking as they peer at you unpleasantly.

you scoff at the unnecessary rudeness. perhaps you didn’t hold in your reaction when he ran into you, but his comment was uncalled for. “excuse me?”

“just,” he gives an exasperated sigh, “watch where you’re going.”

“even when you’re the one who crashed into me? fine,” you wave him off and turn to go your way. but you’re stopped when he lets out another sigh.

“hey, i shouldn’t have been so rude. my bad, okay?”

you’re a bit shocked by his accountability, it almost feels refreshing. your eyes scan him once again. with this second look you see his hair is disheveled, a bit unruly but it has a charm to it. the coffee stain on his dress shirt hints that he probably had a similarly long day like you. 

you, nor him, don’t need any more gunk to add to this day. “i was a bit impolite too. we’re good, uh, you have a good one.” you lift your hand in acknowledgement and again try to go your own way.

and again you’re stopped. this time it’s a gasp.

“hold on.” when you turn he takes a cautious step toward you. “your wrist.”

looking down at your wrist you notice for the first time since this guy crashed into you that the pain of your mark, a pain that had been bothering you the whole day, had disappeared.

you glance at him in confusion. what’s so special to him about your wrist?

he chuckles a bit. “well, i think we’re - let me just show you.”

you watch as he begins to unbutton the cuff of his shirt and roll up his sleeve. and that’s when it hits you. no way.

but he turns his wrist so you can see better and sure enough it’s an identical mark.

your jaw drops and you haven’t the slightest clue how you’re supposed to react. the concept of a soulmate was one you were always amused with but never took as seriously as others. because the concept is a bit mind-boggling and produces more questions than answers.

but now your soulmate is standing right in front of you.

“you- today- but we were just assholes to one another!” you sputter. again, filter gone.

“indeed we were,” he laughs, “fate’s a funny one, isn’t it?” when you nod, he scratches the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face. “hey, i’m really sorry again about bumping into you, and being rude about it. i should’ve watched were i was going.”

you grin, “oh? are you being nice to me now that you know we’re soulmates?” your voice is lighthearted and you hope he grasps your humor.

he does. “it’s not like you were as sweet as pie to me either, hm?” playful tone matching yours.

the teasing makes you shake your head. this guy. “are you always this cocky?”

you study him now for a third time. this time the small things tempt to tug at the corners of your mouth into a smile. his smirk was much nicer to look at than his earlier glare. his eyes were a pretty color and the dark circles under his eyes made him feel more genuine. he’s cute. even with a necktie with the most comically atrocious pattern of questionable lightning bolts that you hope he’s wearing ironically or because they were gifted to him. nonetheless, he’s cute.

“me? cocky? never,” he grins mischievously.

“said every cocky guy ever,” you joke and smile back. “i’m just messing with you. and i’m sorry too for being rude earlier, had a long day today.”

“i feel you there,” he nods. “still, i was an ass.”

“you were,” you pout, “and just so you know the next time you’re an ass to me for no reason i won’t care if we’ve both had bad days, i’m not taking uncalled for attitude.”

“noted. but,” he smiles, “does that mean there’s a next time?”

he’s annoying, you note to yourself affectionately. “maybe.”

“i’m glad.” he reaches his hand out to you and smiles when you accept it. “my name is kuroo tetsurou,” he gives your hand a small, warm squeeze, “it’s really nice to meet you.”

as you head home after the interaction you find yourself donning a soft smile.

going home was the only thing you wanted to help with the sour mood from today. but after running into a certain someone, with a meeting at a cafe scheduled to better get to know the cute menace who by fate crashed into you, your mood sweetens a bit.

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