#i probably will but i will be making a 😔 face while adding some of these duhudhfugfygfhgfhgd

[banquetwriter]

can u write a smut of an insecure plus sized goth reader x johnnie please? she's a virgin and after being together for a few months she asks him could they do it, and he eats her out n fucks her n stuff 🙏🙏 make it really soft pls and thank u i love ur work btw 🖤🖤

୨୧ Batty love ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ goth!fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ smut, losing virginity, getting eaten out, general shenanigans

summary: ʚ johnnie isn’t gonna let you being inexperienced stop him from devouring you ɞ

Words: 2234

An: i know this isn't the best but I'm legitimately do sick rn 😔

You haven't stopped looking at your phone for at least two days. Johnnie, your boyfriend, had just hard-launched your relationship for the first time on Instagram. And to your shock, 95% of the comments were so positive. Everyone complimented your goth appearance.

This much praise was addicting. Being plus size meant a lot of insecurities made by the pathetic losers of society. There were of course a few nice comments… those were the ones you kept staring at. Criticizing your looks or body.

Johnnie had warned you about this happening, and you promised him the world knowing about you two was worth it, and it was, but god did it hurt. Johnnie Was out streaming with Jake today so that left you alone for a good few hours.

It was useless trying to wait around crying over some loser online who couldn't handle the fact their celebrity crush didn't pick them. You sat up rubbing your face carefully not trying to hit your piercings at all. You scrolled around on your phone’s playlist before connecting to a speaker.

You started to shift through your closet to come up with an outfit. Maybe you and Johnnie could go out tonight? It was hard to get dressed in full goth normally, especially when you weren't feeling good about yourself.

You settled on a long black skirt with silver shiny bats that were sporadically speckled on it and paired it with an ‘i ❤️ emo boys’ t-shirt with a corset. You put your outfit on by pairing your black stockings and fishnet top for your arms.

You sat down at your desk singing along to your beloved playlist. You turned your light on your mirror searching for your hair clips. You managed to locate them by clipping your hair out of your face. Your music was briefly interrupted by a text notification.

You pick up your phone and it is from Johnnie, ‘should be done soon. Just filmed for Jake's, we're gonna do mine now. Probably just dick around Walmart or something. See you soon love 🖤’ you smiled at his text.

You responded back within seconds ‘Have fun filming (but not too much fun without me lol) 🖤🖤’

You sat your phone down, adjusting your shirt, and you started on your makeup. You put on primer, then foundation, the concealer, and to finish your base off you pack on some powder letting it sit on your face. You pulled out your phone and snapped a selfie of your half-done make-up.

You stuck your tongue off a little for the picture. You posted it on your main Instagram story with a goth song of course. Your Instagram gained quite a few followers from Johnnie’s post. It was exciting and also very scary.

You decided the powder baking on your face was about done so you brushed it off. You grabbed your contour brush and packed some onto it. You started to crave your face onto the white base using the black powder.

Now it was time for your eye makeup. It was the hardest part. You spent a good while meticulously adding your eyeliner and eyeshadow. Once you were done, sufficiently looking like a bat, you finished it off with black lipstick and some setting spray.

You put on accessories and teased your hair to high heaven. And you were all ready. You sprayed some perfume on and looked in the mirror. Fuck did you look good. You posed a little admiring yourself, you took your phone out again and decided to take a few pictures.

This time you posted them as posts and not a story so anyone could say anything. It scared you but you couldn't hide forever. You were dating Johnnie and no one could change that.

It took only a few minutes before the comments came rolling in. All of which were positive, it made your heart soar with all the compliments. You were smiling until you read one: ‘Johnnie eating good tonight’ . It was a nice comment and funny naturally.

There was just one issue. You and Johnnie haven't had sex yet, and furthermore, you have never had sex. Ever. Sure you used a few toys here and there but never has another person shared such an intimate moment with you. You had already worried yourself sick about this. Johnnie Was sexually active and therefore, inevitably he would want to have sex with you.

You were ready… you think at least. You wanted to, of course you did, have you seen your boyfriend? He was such a fucking hottie. You had plenty of dreams of ripping his clothes off and going under the covers. You were just nervous.

You did actually weigh a lot more than your boyfriend and no offense to him he wasn't exactly built to handle all you could offer. The nerves rattled through your body. But you were a full-grown woman and there wasn't anything wrong with taking your time to have sex.

If Johnnie didn't understand that (which you're sure he would) then this wasn't the relationship for you. You shook your thoughts of breaking up with Johnnie away. This wasn't a time to worry.

It was only a few more minutes before Johnnie came home. He stepped into your apartment, and he stopped when looking at you. His jaw faltered open. “Wow, how are you mine?” he asked, closing the door, his hands wrapping around your waist.

“From your strapping good looks and charm of course.” you purred, moving a strand of his hair from his face. You planted a small kiss on his now-exposed skin. “Yeah sure,” he murmured against your hair, planting a small kiss on the top of your head.

You smiled at him, your eyes holding each other. His eyes seem to almost darken looking at you. You pull him into a kiss, one he gladly returns. His hands are holding onto your corseted waist. Even through the thick fabric, you can feel him clutching your body.

Your kisses got more heated as he started to move his hands down your body. You had done this with him before. It didn't scare you much anymore. Of course it was nerve-racking, but not scary. His touch felt so nice even if it was through your clothes.

He slowly moaned into your mouth as you gently tugged his hair. “Fuck,” he muttered slowly pulling away from you. He wrapped his hands into your pulling you towards your couch. Your nerves jumped into your throat knowing what was coming.

And yes you wanted to so fucking bad, you needed your hot boyfriend inside you. He gently pushed you onto the couch, you fell back ruining your cute decorative pillows. He positions himself between your legs, his mouth hungry to devour all of you.

You wanted to enjoy him you really did but your heart was pounding out of your chest with nerves. “Johnnie-” you asked quietly against his lips. He pulled back sensing your worry. “We haven't done anything yet-” you started, unsure how to keep going you stayed silent.

“It's fine if you don't wanna, you know, tonight.” he spoke softly, “No trust me I want to. It's just that I've never done that before. I've never had sex before.” you confessed. You could see his eyes widen. You felt like you were holding his breath.

“Woah, really?” he asked, leaning towards you, a small cheeky smile plastered on his lips. “Yeah, not that I’m waiting for marriage or something but I don't know I just haven't yet,” you said shrugging. “That's ok, are you still down to or?” he asks, staring at you sheepishly.

“Of course I am, I just need you to be slow I guess,” you whispered to him. He glances at your lips for a minute, “I can do that.” he says before your lips crash onto one another.

His hand crept down to your ankle and slowly started to run his hand up your legs, he reached the end of your stocking. He hooked his fingers over the clothing and pulled them off your body repeating it for your other leg.

He looked into your eyes as he slipped hai hands back under your skirt, hooking delicate fingers over your panties and slowly pulling them off your body. The feeling of his hands on your thighs was sending waves of pleasure to your core.

You've been horny before but nothing compared to the feelings you felt as your boyfriend slowly lowered to his knees. Kissing up and down your legs. “Are you doing ok?” he asks between kisses up your thighs.

“Y-yeah I'm good,” you said quietly, eyes watching Johnnie like a hawk. He smirks against your skin. He slowly pushes your skirt up your body revealing your bare legs. He placed a tender kiss on the top of your cunt.

You swore you could see stars with the amount of pleasure That coursed through you. The end of your fingers and toes felt tingly and cold. Johnnie moved up to face again, he slowly started to kiss you again. “M’gonna move my hand now. Like my fingers ok?” he said against your lips.

“Ok,” you whispered back, and you spread your legs widely for him. He slowly dipped his finger into your sopping cunt. You let out a gasp at the sensation. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. It felt good but it wasn't enough for you.

As if Johnnie could read your mind, he pumped out of you once again. When he entered back in he had two fingers this time. It stung for a second or two then pleasure returned to your body as he started to curve his finger into you.

“Oh fuck.” you moaned out, you can guess how people get addicted to this feeling. You felt like a little pervy teenager with raging hormones. The feeling of Johnnie hitting your G-spot repeatedly was sending you over the edge.

“Johnnie.” you mewled out, to nothing in particular. “I need more please,” you begged, having a sense of missing something. “If you insist on it my love.” he pulled out of you, his fingers dripping wet. You watched as he crouched down further.

He kissed slowly on your thighs before reaching your clit. He pressed a soft kiss right on your spot. You felt yourself clench over nothing and it drove you wild. He continued kissing down until he reached your hole. He slowly prodded his tongue into you.

Very gently at first to help you get used to the feeling. You felt the pleasure tenfold as soon as he began to rub your clit, fully pumping his tongue in and out of you. “Oh fuck hold on,” you murmured to him.

He stopped cocking his head slightly. You quickly snap off your corset, immediately releasing tension in your gut. You quickly pulled your shirt off, your bra going with it.

You were now naked minus the skirt bunched up around your waist. “M’fuck.” he whispered looking at your tits. He had what looked like a painful erection at this point. His skinny jeans looked like they were gonna burst open.

“You ready?” you asked him, gesturing to his painfully hard erection. “Fuck yeah,” he whined undoing his studded belt, he started to further undress himself. You followed suit pushing your skirt down.

Once he was completely naked, he leaned down and started to kiss you again. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped a few times attempting to get ready for your body. After about a minute he lined up his leaking cock to your entrance.

He slowly pushed into you. You let out a wanton gasp as he bottomed out. “Fuck.” he growled into your ear. He fumbled around trying to find your hand and brought it down to your clit. You started to rub to your pleasure.

At the same time, he started to push into you slowly at first then after a minute he began to push into you at a quicker pace. “Fuck your so tight. So glad I get this pussy all to myself,” he whined into your ear. You couldn't hold yourself anymore. The coil in your stomach was going to snap.

You felt The familiar feeling bubbling in your stomach and your limbs. “Im gonna fucking cum.” you whined out, grabbing at his torso and leaving a long scratch. Johnnie held your eye contact nodding at you.

The coil finally snapped, your walls clenching around him. “Johnnie-” you whined, your back arching. Your body shaking from your orgasm, sent him completely over the edge.

Hit ropes of cum splattered inside you as he fucked you through his own orgasm. Your breath slowly returned back to your body as you saw Johnnie cleaning your body up with a damp towel.

“Are you ok?” he asked quietly, tossing the rag into the laundry basket. He misses but he just took his girlfriend's virginity so he isn't particularly worried about where it landed. “Yeah I'm fucking great right now actually,” you murmured.

He giggles pulling his clothes back on. You did the same, pulling out your phone to see your makeup completely fucked. Your eyeliner and mascara dripped down, the sweat sucking your makeup into your skin, your lipstick beyond fucked.

You pulled out your phone and snapped one last photo for your Instagram

#johnnie guilbert angst #johnnie x you #jake and johnnie #johnnie x reader #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x goth!reader

[lovlive]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ midnight insomnia' - c.yj

SYNOPSIS - its the middle of the night and you have 2 problems; no.1 you cant sleep, and no.2 you miss your boyfriend. PAIRING - choi yeonjun x f!reader GENRE - fluff, established relationship WARNINGS - reader is depicted with a pink colour, reader is called ‘baby’ and ‘girlfriend’, just yeonjun and y/n being really cute with eachother <3 requested from anon: hi! i dont think you've posted yet, maybe your busy or just dont know what to write about since your a new blog, but i want to put in a req.. could you do reader x yeonjun with the prompt “i can’t sleep, come to my bed” id actually die AAH im so curious what you could turn this into, thanks :}

notes: thanku sm for the req! yeah, i havent been writing yet since my brain was blank tbh i had no ideas for a fanfic in mind 😭😭 but now youve added fuel to my fire and ill try start writing more often :3 (and yes, the 127 in the fic was on purpose)

The moon cast a soft glow through the small sliver between your curtains, painting the room in hues of silver. In the quiet of the night, you tossed and turned under your soft blanket, unable to find solace in slumber. As you battled with your insomnia, you just couldnt keep your mind off of one thing; Yeonjun. You couldnt stop thinking about the way he would hold you through these chilly early-spring nights, and how much you missed his warm body next to yours. At this point you’ve realised just how starved you were from him despite only seeing him a couple of days ago.

You gave up on your slumber, rolling like a log from one side of your bed to another to pick up your phone. The sharp glow from the screen hit your eyes, your face instinctively scrunching up since you werent used to the brightness. Your fingers lazily glided over to the message app icon, and then tapped on Yeonjun’s contact. The time at the side of the screen caught your eye, and your realised it was 1:27 AM. You were a little weary of texting your boyfriend at this late hour; you knew that he was probably tired after a long day of practicing and you didnt want to seem selfish or too clingy. But you shook off your bad feelings since you knew that Yeonjun wasnt the type to be able to fall asleep easily either. You began to type your messages…

“jjunieeee..”

“baby… ☹️”

As expected, Yeonjun was of course awake. Your one word messages were opened by him a minute later. He looked at the texts, a little confused on why you’d be texting him right now. Any how, he started typing back.

“y/n? why’re you still up. you better not be up to some weird shi 😐”

“jjunie, i cant sleep. come to my bed.”

“baby, its half 1 in the morning.”

“please..😔 i really cant sleep and i need sum1 by my side 😞”

“y/n you’re going to be the death of me... but what wouldnt i do for my beautiful girlfriend”

“ill be there in 5”

“yippee! 😇 i love you ❤️”

“love you more baby ❤️”

Your face lit up as your boyfriend agreed to come over. You immediately put your phone back on your side table and plugged it back into charging, then quickly tossed the dirty socks that were lying on your bedroom floor underneath your bed to appear a little tidier. After a little while, you could hear a quiet knock echo through your small apartment; your face lighting up once again. Your feet quickly brought you to your hallway, where you rummaged your drawer for your keys. Eventually finding them, you jammed the correct key into the keyhole, twisiting it and gently opening the door. As your boyfriend appears from behind the door, you immediately pull him into a hug, shutting the door behind him. “Whats up with you today?” He teases as he feels your arms lock around him tightly, wrapping his arms around your waist in response. “Just missed you baby.” You responded, taking in his soft scent which you missed badly. “Y/n, we just saw eachother a few days ago..” His chuckle landed right in your ear, warm breath brushing right up against your ear. The sensation of course did not fail to make you blush a little. “Yeah, but ‘just a few days ago’ feels like an eternity to me.” You whisper into his shoulder, finding comfort in just burrying your face in his shoulder and hiding from the world. You feel his hands come away from your waist and up to your back, rubbing small circles. “You really arent a patient person, are you? Now, lets get you to bed.” He whispers as he takes your hand in his and begins to lead you over to your bedroom. You obviously dont resist, and grip his hand back as you walk behind him. None of you made a sound as you walked to your bedroom. Both of your social batteries were drained from the long day you’ve survived today, and all you wanted to do was to hold eachother in peace as you tried to fall back into a slumber.

You walk into your bedroom, and Yeonjun leads you straight to your bed. He lets you crawl in and under the covers as he takes off his jacket and throws it onto the chair you have by your desk. He came just wearing his pajamas, since he knew all you were going to do together was snuggle and sleep. He climbs onto your bed, arms wrapping tightly around your body as your face hides in his chest. His hand runs through your soft hair in a consoling manner, trying to get you to feel more tired and sleepy. His hands work like magic, your eyes beginning to feel heavier by the minute. But before you fall asleep, you give his hand a gentle squeeze and manage to whisper a set of three familiar words.

“I love you.”

#drabble #kpop imagines #one shot #x reader #kpop #yeonjun #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun drabbles #txt #txt imagines #txt fanfic #yeonjun fanfic #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #yeonjun oneshot #oneshot #txt oneshots #new kpop blog #fanfic

[cat3ch1sm]

Heyyy🙏🏼 I’ve been checking out your account lately and I’m OBSESSED 🙏🏼🙏🏼 Please do some more nsfw Light hcs, thanks boo✊

📜~ im glad you requested this because i have NOT been writing nearly enough for death note lately 😔😔 here’s your request, anon! ily<33

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ nsfw ahead, fem!reader

𝐚-𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭- 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢

a/n: i might do the other letters of the nsfw alphabet with the other death note characters i write for just to have some more death note content up!

A- aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i can’t see light being overly tender and sensitive after sex, but he does think it’s common courtesy to just make sure you’re feeling alright and that you’re not sore or anything. he’ll offer you water or something small to eat if he notices that you’re exhausted or anything. he might let you fall asleep beside him if he’s really worn you out, but light will probably get up and leave while you’re asleep. he just isn’t the super affectionate type.

B- body part (what their favorite body part of their partner is)

light’s favorite body part of yours is the neck. he notices that whenever he kisses it or wraps his hand around it that it’s effective in turning you on. the tiny gasps and whimpers you make when he sucks on it and leaves love bites are some of his favorite things about you during sex. he’s also big on domination, so he chokes you a lot so he can do what he pleases with you.

c- cum (anything to do with c*m lol)

when light comes, it’s not usually very messy, but his face does get a little flushed and he does tremble a little. light also enjoys licking your hole clean after you come and kissing you afterwards to let you taste yourself on his lips. it does something for him when he sees how flustered you get.

D- dirty secret

light loves to overstimulate you. he’ll also go as far to tie you up or something like that so you can’t squirm as much when he does. his favorite thing to do with you is tie you to the bed and then relentlessly eat you out until you’re in tears, legs shaking and hole leaking and begging him to stop because you can’t come anymore. he does comfort you afterward though(adding on to the aftercare section, light will be a little more affectionate with you if he’s overstimulated you a lot).

E- experience (how experienced are they, how much do they know)

as confirmed by ryuk, light’s good with his fingers, so that department is pretty self-explanatory. as for sex, i think it’s just something he’s naturally good at. however, i do think he’s fairly experienced, but usually just for his own personal gain. light typically doesn’t sleep with people unless he has something to gain.

F- favorite position

light’s go-to position is CAT (modified coital alignment technique. look it up idk). wont catch this man dead doing shit like doggy style or whatever because he thinks it’s too animalistic. this position is simple and gets the job done for the most part.

#anime #death note headcanons #death note imagines #death note smut #light x reader #reader x light #light yagami x reader smut #light x reader smut #dn headcanons #dn imagines #death note memes #light yagami smut #light x you #you x light #light yagami x you #you x light yagami #reader x light smut #you x light smut #light x fem!reader #light x yn

[chuuyasheaven]

I don't know if you're still accepting requests for the event, but if you still do, Serve Kunikida some justice w/ 3, 6, 9, 11 (i dunno if 4 prompts are fine :') )

If you can also make the fem!reader a little bratty and making Kunikida Jealous by flirting with dazai😔✌️

Prompt/Numbers; 3: “What? Cat caught your tongue?” / 6: “Brats don’t get to cum, darling.” / 9: “Beg for it, let me know you deserve it.” / 11: You’re mine and I’m yours, got it?”

Summary; You messed up Kunikida’s ideal schedule for today, so he’ll have to punish you! :D

Warnings; dom!Kunikida, sub!fem!Reader, bratty!Reader, edging, overstimulation, Petnames (slut/brat/darling/etc.), brat taming, mentions of Dazai, porn without plot, oral (fem!recieving), fingering, squirting, etc.

Notes (from me); I LIVE FOR THIS IDEA??? HELLO?? But you’re so right, I’m gonna serve Kunikida some justice! THE WAY THE SUMMARY IS ALWAYS SO INNOCENT AND SHIT BUT THE REST??? SKDVDJDB

You messed up badly, didn’t you?

You probably did, or else-

You wouldn’t be here in this position.

What Position you may ask? Well..

“Not only did you mess up my daily schedule, you go flirt with my most annoying coworker too?”, Kunikida scolded you, while you sat in bed, totally listening.

“I don’t know why you’re making such a big fuss about your stupid ideal, Kuni. Also, i didn’t ‘flirt’ with Dazai, i just cleaned his face.”, you stated for yourself.

For a little context- (Song lyric intended lol)

Kunikida has been very into his ideals lately, barely giving you attention.

This was the reason you decided to force the attention out of him. So you decided to slightly rile him up for him to..punish you.

But since he ignored you messing up his schedule a bit, you improvised.

When Dazai had something little on the corner of his mouth, you got close to his face to rub your thumb over it.

Kunikida had enough of your behavior.

I mean, messing up his schedule is one thing, but flirting with Dazai was a whole ‘nother thing.

This is how you got here- but he was just scolding you, for now.

“I thought you were better than this, [Name].”, “Yeah, yeah. Me too. But we can’t have everything, can we? Can we just hurry this up? If you’re not gonna-”, Kunikida suddenly got in front of you, grabbing your chin to face him.

“Not gonna what, dear? What do you expect me to do?”, you looked into his eyes, when did he suddenly get so attractive?

“What? Cat caught your tongue? I asked you something, answer the question.”, it was like all the comebacks you had in store were robbed by his stare.

“Uhm, w-well-”, you stuttered, making Kunikida amused.

You felt the bed shifting. When you realized Kunikida got onto bed, his knee positioned between your thighs.

“You didn’t think I’ll let you go without a punishment, did you?”, He smirked at your dumbfounded face.

You should’ve actually think this through.

“You must me excited, hm? Because i feel you soak up my knee, darling.”

Kunikida kissed you, you kissed back.

Both of you let yourselves lay down on the bed, Kunikida was topping.

Separating from the kiss, Kunikida got off again, going down to face your damped panties.

“We barely started and you're already wet? Let’s take care of that, shall we?”

“P-please do..oh my..-”, he took your panties and threw them off somewhere on the floor, blowing a little breeze onto your cunt.

Kunikida started eating you out, making you moan with delight. His tongue hit all the right places, him also adding pressure to your bud, heaven.

When you felt your orgasm near, your thighs started shaking slightly.

Just when your high was approaching, he cut off all your pleasure, cutting off your orgasm.

“Brats don’t get to cum, darling. Especially by ruining my schedule.”, Kunikida scolded you once again.

“B-but- please, Kuni, i-i didn’t mean to!-”, he wasn’t buying that.

“No buts, princess. You don’t get to cum. Unless you, beg for it, let me know you deserve it, hm?”, no. You didn’t want to! But was he actually gonna edge you until you beg?

You let out a sharp moan when you felt his fingers enter.

“Hm? I’m waiting, slut.”, the sudden name change was getting you off too, besides of his skilled fingers.

“K-kuni, please..I’m sorry! I-i didn’t mean to get you m-mad..i just wanted your a-attention! Please..p-please fuck me..!”, Kunikida picked up on your pleas, pumping them even faster and rougher.

It was making you loose your mind, maybe him always writing in his ideal wasn’t too bad.

“You wanted attention? Why didn’t you just ask? Probably because you like being treated like a whore, yes?”, he was SO right.

You were getting closer again, but guess what?

Kunikida cut you off again.

“If you wanna cum, then it’ll be when you’re clenching around my cock, understood? Oh, besides, also for flirting with Dazai, i won’t forgive it so fast.”, Kunikida claimed as he stood up, taking off his undergarments.

Seeing his boner, you got wetter.

Kunikida just entered and didn’t even let you adjust.

This made you moan louder than ever. Which made Kunikida more amused.

“You're mine and I'm only yours, got it? I don't wanna see you flirting with that bastard again.”

How was he saying that so casually?

Anyway, you were getting close again, the knot inside your stomach ready to snap any second.

When it did, you did not just cum, you squirted.

Your squirted cum covering his cock.

Kunikida started to thrust more faster and rougher, yearning for his own.

Eventually, he did and he pulled out.

Both of you heavily breathing, when Kunikida gets down between your thighs.

“Kuni, w-what are you doing..?”

“Well i have to clean you up, remember? This is one of my best way to do it, dear.”

Hope you enjoyed it!

#kunikida smut #bungou stray dogs kunikida #kunikida doppo #i dont fucking know #kunikida x reader #kunikida x you #bsd smut #bsd kunikida #slay

[britcision]

A second WIP Wednesday in this chapter, but gods willing and the creek don’t rise we will not see a third! I’m just trying to see if I can squish both Harley and Constantine in at the end… and the answer is probably not 😔

But, that’s what next chapter is for! And for now y’all can enjoy an excerpt from the tail end of this one! All good things must come to an end

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Yeah This Might As Well Happen

As Harley followed Bruce out of the room, Sam’s phone began buzzing dramatically in her pocket. Abandoning her quest for the thermos, she pulled it out and glanced down.

Grinned wickedly. She’d been expecting this for a while now actually.

“Aw, look, my parents saw our selfies on Twitter,” she cooed sarcastically, Manson Party Voice making a brief return.

Danny scooted just a little away from the still buzzing phone.

“So are you gonna get that?” He asked as Alfred brought him a perfectly reheated plate. “What? Oh, thanks.”

Sam shrugged, hit speakerphone, and set it on the table. They’d posted those pictures pretty much solely for the incoming reaction.

“Hey mom, what’s up?” She said sweetly, still in her public facing voice.

Her mother did not sound nearly as composed.

“SAMANTHA. Where ARE you?! What are you wearing?! Where are your clothes and WHY, in the name of all that’s good, are you anywhere near HARLEY QUINN?! Have you been kidnapped?!”

Sam rolled her eyes hard enough that Tucker faked a fatal injury across the table. She flipped him off as Tim and Duke stifled laughs.

“Yes, mother, I have been kidnapped and just answered my phone completely normally. I’m at the Waynes’,” she added quickly, before her mother could jump to conclusions.

And gave her some new conclusions to jump to instead, but who cared. Still, something seemed to be sticking in her mom’s mind.

“With Harley Quinn?” She asked suspiciously after a moment’s silence.

Which, to be fair, was kind of a good point.

“Apparently she’s a family friend? Like Grandma and Ivy,” Sam added delicately, a vicious satisfaction rising through her.

She’d gotten to say her piece at the gala yesterday and had thought she was done, but. Well. Years of restriction and so on.

She was definitely still having fun winding her parents up.

Her mom’s sharp intake of breath was clearly audible even over the phone, and then the shouting started again.

“Samantha MANSON do not even THINK about going anywhere with that woman! You have responsibilities! School! Your work! We’re coming to pick you up RIGHT NOW, and… where are your CLOTHES?!”

Alfred cleared his throat from behind them, where he’d stayed from delivering Danny’s dinner. Sam half turned and he raised a brow, inclining his head slightly.

She scooted her chair out of the way to let him get closer to the phone, waving a hand.

“If I may interject,” Alfred said calmly, not a trace that anything was even slightly amiss, “the young lady’s clothes are in the dryer at present. They will be finished shortly.”

Another long silence. Her mom probably realizing that Sam had her on speaker. And that she would still be on speaker the next time she spoke.

Finally she choked out a terse, “thank you. I do hope she has been behaving herself. We will be there to pick you up in half an hour, Sammy, and we will Have Words.”

Which Sam kinda doubted, given where the hotel was and how long it had taken Danny and Bruce to get back, but time would tell.

At least they weren’t hiring a helicopter.

It sucked to have to leave, but she’d have needed to head out soon anyway. Her flight back to university would be leaving this evening, and at least this way she could hang out with the others until her parents arrived.

No reason not to needle them more though.

“Aw but mom, I’m having such a good time hanging out with Cass,” she sighed, switching from Party to Heartfelt Woe expertly.

Down beyond Steph, Cass stifled a giggle. It clearly sent Sam’s mom into another spiral of conflicting emotions; delight, hope, ecstasy, and ongoing horror at the presence of Harley.

Who, technically, was no longer present in the room, but telling her mom that would only make her feel better, so Sam wasn’t gonna bother.

Honestly, if she wanted to run away and be an ecoterrorist with Pamela Isley, she could just ask Grandma to text her. She didn’t need kidnapping.

Still, apparently the risk of a close contact with Poison Ivy outweighed her mom’s desire to see her cozy up with the Waynes.

It’d have been real sweet if it had been a worry for Sam’s health instead of a worry about what Sam would do to other peoples’ health. The lack of trust stung, truly.

“We’ll be there in half an hour, Sammy. Get your clothes back on and say thank you for having you,” her mom warned, tone sharp and clipped.

And then hung up the phone before anyone could argue, because while she never used to listen to Sam before, she did somehow still know her. Ah well.

Sam sighed, stuffing the phone back into her borrowed pocket.

“Guess my parole has ended. I’ve gotta get back for my next semester anyway, but you have my number?” She asked Steph, looking from her back to Cass.

Both women nodded enthusiastically, Steph sighing and slumping forward into the table.

“Do you really have to go? Harley probably won’t be done with Brucie by then, you’ll miss the best part!”

But in all honesty, Sam wasn’t too upset about that. She’d made her feelings perfectly clear via thermos, and if Jason wasn’t satisfied with Bruce’s real apology she could always come back.

So she shrugged, grinning.

“Guess it’s my turn to get the video recap once it’s all over. You guys’ll film it for me, right?” She asked, looking from Danny to Tucker.

Both of whom gave her a thumbs up.

“We should make a new group chat,” Tucker mused eagerly, already pulling his phone up, “one for all of us.”

“Then we’d know which galas you were coming to!” Steph agreed at once, her own phone magically appearing in hand.

Dick snickered, leaning back in his seat.

“Said like Steph’s ever let Bruce drag her to one against her will,” he teased and Steph flipped him off.

“Hey, if you’d had the good sense not to let him adopt you you wouldn’t have to do them either,” Steph told him primly. Dick rolled his eyes.

“I’m his ward, not adopted,” he argued mostly futilely, and Sam snickered.

“And still have to go apparently. Doesn’t the ward thing end once you’re a legal adult?” She asked innocently.

Dick gave her a deadpan stare.

“Ma’am, if you want to try and wrest an orphan from the hands of Bruce Wayne you be my fucking guest, I gave up years ago.”

Which, fair. Their rifts had been legendary enough to make the circuit. She toasted him with her phone and settled back.

“Point taken. If being a cop didn’t make him give you up nothing will,” she added slyly, and Dick mimed grievous injury, slumping forward onto the table as the others laughed.

Grinning her triumph, Sam turned back to Alfred.

“So if you just show me where the laundry room is I can grab my clothes?” She offered, trying yet again to be helpful.

Being from a rich family didn’t mean having no damn manners, no matter how often it looked like it.

The old man gave her another of his extremely arch expressions, an eyebrow rising as if to question her impertinence. He had to be fucking with her.

“I shall bring your clothes to the downstairs bathroom on this hall when they are done so that you may change, Miss Manson,” he said coolly.

She’d never heard anything like it.

It didn’t sound like he was upset or offended the way people usually did when their voices iced over that sharply. Just… not an ounce of wiggle room.

Not a sliver of a hint that anything he was saying would not happen exactly as he’d decreed it. He sounded more imperious than a king, and she’d seen those.

Sam kinda imagined that’d be what Clockwork would sound like if she ever met the guy.

Duke misinterpreted her decidedly impressed stare with a wry chuckle, apparently misinterpreting her expression.

Fair, since he couldn’t know she was comparing him to the living manifestation of Time.

Well. Ghostly manifestation. Same difference.

“Miss Manson’s probably the best you’ll get out of him,” Duke said almost apologetically, grinning. “It’s gonna be that or Miss Samantha.”

Which admittedly was enough to make her turn to face him, curiosity peaked.

“What do you mean?” She asked, glancing back up at Alfred.

She couldn’t read anything but serenity in his face, but mild amusement practically radiated off him. She’d have to ask Danny what he saw in his aura.

Dick took this one too, sitting back in his seat and grinning at her.

“Alfie’s serious about the whole “proper titles and full names” thing. I’ve been trying for almost twenty years to make him call me “Dick”, and I think he’d be slower to give that up than Bruce’d be to unadopt me,” he explained cheerfully, arm tossed over the back of his chair.

Alfred treated him to a slowly raised eyebrow too.

“As you say, Master Richard,” he agreed placidly and Sam pressed her lips together on a smile.

She didn’t have to turn around to know exactly what face Danny would be making. The last thing he needed was another scary old man full naming him.

And right on cue…

“Uh… can I specifically request Mister Fenton then?” Danny asked and sure enough when she turned, yup, he even had his hand in the air like a child.

Alfred treated him to that calm stare as well.

“May I ask why, Mister Daniel?” He asked, clearly prodding despite every line of both face and posture oozing nothing but polite respect.

Danny fully flinched, which was interesting. He barely reacted whenever Vlad said his name.

Sam adjusted her opinion of Alfred along a couple “scarier than Vlad” levels.

“I have name-related trauma from another billionaire who refuses to call me anything but that,” Danny admitted sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It’s a really not-fun association.”

“Vlad again?” Tim asked from across the table, sounding sympathetic.

Danny pulled a face at him, sort of grimacing more than a smile.

“Oh yeah. And let’s just say he also does it in super bad situations, so I’d be happier to just never hear it again.”

Sam peaked back over her shoulder at Alfred, wondering what he’d do with this news.

If Danny was gonna be a fixture in Jason’s life (and let’s be honest, he’d be a fixture in Jason’s bedroom by the end of the month), and Jason was a fixture in Alfred’s… they’d see more of each other.

Everyone knew Bruce had been basically raised by Alfred. If he was half as emotionally constipated…

But there was an actual human expression on the old man’s face now, and it looked a damn sight like shame. He cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him.

“My apologies, Mister Fenton. Would you perhaps prefer Mister Danny?” He asked, which would have seemed completely innocuous on its own.

Dick slammed both fists into the table, making half the table burst into giggles.

“Fucking SERIOUSLY?! Is it just me! This is bullshit Alfie!” He declared dramatically.

Tim looked equally gobsmacked, jaw on the proverbial floor as he stared at Alfred, and even Steph looked put out and impressed.

Danny, deeply confused but relieved, stuck his tongue out at Dick.

“Hey, if you want another overly possessive and creepy billionaire determined to control your life you’re welcome to take him off my hands,” he declared smugly, and Sam snorted a laugh.

There was a decided devilry in young Damian’s face too, which vanished almost immediately after it appeared as the youngest spoke up.

“Honestly, Richard, you must admit that Danny’s situation is decidedly more grave than your own,” he said simply, a strong undercurrent of smugness under the words.

Tim threw both hands into the air so hard he almost tipped his chair over.

“Him too?! Come the fuck ON!” He proclaimed to the world at large as Duke snorted half a glass of water out of his nose in a choked laugh.

Tim gave him a hearty slap on the back that was probably supposed to help, the younger boy still wheezing and gasping for air, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him.

There was clearly something of an inside joke going on, and it wasn’t exactly a complicated one.

Danny had already settled back in his seat, perfectly happy with the consternation he’d caused, and Sam joined him.

Watching the dramatics of the extended Wayne clan was even better at home than it had been at the gala. For a show this good, she’d have bought tickets.

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Damian will probably go straight back to last names, but even he has that secret Wayne ability to commit to the bit 😏

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#danny fenton dead and loving it #wip wednesday #chapter 11 i think #second excerpt #sam again!!! sam manson stan account #just a lil lick and some lil fuckery 😏 #shit i gotta go catch up on my comments if it’s nearly new chapter time

[goldenlevi]

Loving you is fun

A/N: so you guys know how much I fuckin love Eddie, I actually made a moodboard someone shoot me down 😔😔🫣🫣 I tried to make this light and just fun really I hope I did a decent job hehe Please enjoy and let me know if you liked it! Let’s all enjoy ST and Eddie together muah ; you can check my other works here

🎧 no warnings: contains fluff, some swear words, suggestive dialogue? 🎧 reblogs, likes, and just feedback are much appreciated 🖤 🎧 summary: You and Eddie are in an established relationship for a few years now. The kids ask you to join them as a sub on a D&D session not knowing that you and him were together.

Part two Part three

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“Do you guys wanna do something tonight?” You asked your friends while going through a stack of movies. You, Robin, and Steve worked together in your local Family Video store.

Steve and you were friends for a long time, having gone to high school together, you always got along fine even though you were not friends with the basketball team whatsoever. The last couple of years however, you got much closer thanks to another dimension deciding to make itself known in Hawkins. Robin was a welcome addition to your group. She calls you guys the 3 musketeers that occasionally spied on Russians and battle monsters.

“Shit, I can’t. I have band. Pep rally and all” She smiled, probably thinking about her crush. “You should come” Robin added, despite already knowing the answer.

You made a face at that. Sitting behind band during a game for a school you no longer attended to, wasn’t exactly your ideal way of spending a Friday evening. Although you could tolerate it to support Lucas.

Blowing your gum, you turned to Steve. “What about you doofus?”

As a response, Steve threw a random pen at your head. “I can’t either shithead. I’m going too with a date” He smirked at you both.

“Ew” You scoffed. “I can’t believe I’m being ditched by my two best friends” Steve rolled his eyes watching you sigh entirely for dramatic effect.

“Oh please! Don’t act like you’re not asking because Eddie’s probably busy” He retorted much to your dismay, an exaggerated gasp left your mouth making Robin laugh.

“How dare you, Steve Harrington! You know damn well I enjoy all you guys’ company just the same” You faked hurt, a hand gripping your chest. The short-haired girl shook her head smiling as she thought you and Eddie looked the same when being dramatic.

“Yeah, yeah we know” He smiled reassuringly.

“I do wish you guys liked him more” you stated, turning to a more serious tone.

“Hey! I like Eddie! Steve here is the one who can’t get over high school” Robin argued.

You guessed that was true. Robin, even though she could be sarcastic she was always nice and gave people a chance. “It’s true that even him has trouble believing me when I say Steve changed a lot” You admitted.

The boy clapped his hands excitedly. “Ah see! It’s not just me. Eddie doesn’t like me either!” Steve exclaimed, as if that helped his case. Robin and you chuckled at his outburst.

Come to think of it, amongst your group of friends, the kids were the only ones that had no knowledge of your relationship with Eddie. You were a private person and didn’t really flaunt it around town. You and Eddie enjoyed your privacy, and being away from the preconceptions that came along with small minded people.

The phone rang, interrupting your conversation. The three of you exchanged looks, silently challenging each other to see who would break first. You narrowed your eyes, sighing knowing the two idiots weren't gonna do it anytime soon.

You picked up the phone, greeting what you thought was a customer. “You reached Family video, how can I help you?”

“Y/N! Hi, I'm glad you picked up!” You smiled recognising the young voice.

“Mike, how many times have we told you not to call here unless it's an emergency?”

“Well how do you know it's not one?” The young boy challenged.

“Is it?”

He paused before answering. “....no. Kind of” he sighed, deciding to go straight to the point. “we need a favor”

That intrigued you, as long as it had nothing to do with the supernatural you were fine with whatever. “Okay, what's up?”

“Can you give me and Dustin a ride tonight?”

“Uh sure,” you agreed easily, a tad confused why he would be stalling if they just wanted a simple ride. “I'm free so it's fine”

“Great! And...maybe you could also, you know be our sub for tonight’s D&D session?”

Okay that made more sense. “Mike, why do you want a ride to your own house? Don’t you guys usually play in your basement?” You frowned, this was probably a trick to dress you up in a characters of their choice’s clothing. Again.

He coughed, suddenly speaking fast. “Oh no, we do that sometimes yes. But tonight it’s with our club, in school you know? We’re one short, and Eddie didn’t want to postpone so -”

“Eddie?” You interrupted him, eyebrows raising. Oh. Hellfire. Right, you completely forgot that they were apart of it. You usually didn’t sit through whatever they did there and admittedly, you absolutely had no idea how to play the beloved game. Eddie had tried numerous times to explain it to you, however each time, you found him so incredibly cute that you couldn’t help yourself. He quickly forgot about it as well as soon as he felt your mouth on his.

“Yes. Eddie Munson. You probably heard of him right? He’s cool, I promise! People say stuff about him but it’s not true!” Well you knew that. You found it sweet the way Mike defended Eddie so quickly.

“Yes, I know him. Don’t worry, you know I don’t listen to what people say. It’s okay, I’ll help you guys out. But be warned, I don’t know anything about Dungeons and Dragons”

You heard Dustin yelling in the background repeatedly thanking you, making you laugh. You reassured them it was no problem and that you would follow their every lead. Whatever that might be. You turned around going back to your tapes, when you saw Robin and Steve looking at you.

“What?”

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It made you sincerely happy seeing the glee on the boy's faces. Dustin was practically buzzing out of his seat in the back of your car throughout the entire ride. You briefly saw Steve helping a girl get out of his car, he winked at you making a scoring gesture when his date came to view. You rolled your eyes slightly amused at his antics.

“C'mon boys are you ready to kill these ogres or what?”You put on your best enthusiastic voice.

Mike and Dustin looked at each other for a moment then straight at you. “We appreciate the enthusiasm” Dustin said. The two boys tried to explain the rules as much as they could as you three made the short walk. Their voices seemed to get louder as you reached the room. Eddie looked up and upon seeing you, surprise filled his face, raising an eyebrow as if asking you what you were doing there. You quickly and discreetly shook your head, placing a finger to your lips telling him not to say anything just yet.

“Eddie! Hey, we got a sub! This is y/n, she's our friend and agreed to fill for Lucas!” Dustin and Mike spoke practically at once. You found adorable how excited they were. Letting them take the lead, you suppressed your laughter realizing that Eddie was going to play along the second he pretended to turn serious.

“Y/N uh? And does she even play? Is she even good at it?” He fired up questions at the duo, as if he didn’t know the answers. “Or did you guys just ask your friend and called it a day?”

Mike and Dustin gulped, sharing a nervous look between them, when they didn’t seem to come up with anything you decided to take the heat off them. “I happen to think I'm a fast learner” You walked towards your boyfriend smirking with a glint in your eyes.

Your right hand grabbed the collar of his vest, leaning towards him as you spoke softly. “Plus you can just go easy on me, can't you?” You almost got lost in his dark eyes and the way he nibbled on his bottom lip after hearing you speak. The sounds of coughs brought you back, and you looked over your shoulder finding the two boys looking downright distraught.

“What the fuck Y/N? Do you know him?”

“No Mike, I just throw myself at every guy I meet” You joked, making Eddie laugh behind you. You felt his hand on your hip, caressing your skin there. “He's my boyfriend guys” You explained.

“I missed you” He said quietly, just for you to hear. Your lips stretched into a small smile, feeling the familiar butterflies on your stomach. With hands now settled on his neck, you kissed him finally greeting him properly. He sighed into your mouth, satisfied. “I missed you too” You replied. He smiled that beautiful smile of his, both of you ignoring the loud 'ews' and various sounds of disgust coming from the near table.

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[wetcatspellcaster]

The first thing I'll say after reading the chapter is - CAT!!!!

Also, my cat came up to me while I was reading, and fell asleep on me, so double cats!

Poor Rosalie, still being haunted, but now actively trying to ghosthunt, when the ghost suddenly does not want to be seen anymore 😔 hug for both of them!

Shadowheart's words made me hurt, because damn. She is so right, they all still did choose to do bad things, because they thought they were right, but also - hug for her too, she deserves it for acknowledging her faults and trying to be better. Love Shadowheart and how wise she is here ❤️

And knowing that Astarion wanted to Ascend in order to be able to protect Rose too, in some way, breaks my heart for him, because he probably understands how stupid it was, and how much pain he brought Rose with that decision, but also how he was hurt in the process too... Oh, it is such a deep can of worms to unearth, I love it 💔

Also, Astarion in a jumper! WITH THE CAT! So far away from scary Ascended, it melts my heart. And him being embarrassed over bargaining in on Rose taking a bath, so worried and willing to face her in case she got hurt again... Aww, is the only thing I can say.

Not me waiting for the epilogue chapter to be Rose and Astarion on a double date with the Dekarios family. And I'm never letting my cat be alone in proximity to Gale. Nope. Also, I'm trying to imagine Astarion's shock when the whole clan of Gale's children starts climbing all over him. That will be hilarious.

Poor Rosalie with her email. I know the struggle. She is still better than me at handling it 😔

This chapter was so sweet, even if it brought something to think over, and that forever quest for acceptance of your past mistakes in order to move on, that fear of facing it, because it will be hard and painful... Yes. I can imagine the road to happiness will be long and thorny for both of them.

And now, I leave you, dear author, with the best of wishes for good luck in your work, many scritches for your cats, and big thank you for this delight of a chapter.

Now I'll go look for the banana muffins recipe, since Gale and Timothy refused to share that, and make me some. Thank you ❤️

hey anon, thank you so much for such a lovely message and comprehensive chapter review. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

I had a lot of visions for what this aftercare portion of the fic looks like, to be honest, but mostly it's just Astarion trying to rebuild his personality from the ground up and then trying to do it as quickly as possible so he can land himself a baddie lmfao. I don't know how well I'll pull it off, bc there's a lot of big things to unpack there that also, I don't think, make for a particularly interesting reading experience, so a lot of it happens off-screen. But for right now, I'm just grappling with an Astarion who feels bit weird about flirting, meanwhile Rosalie is like "he's not flirting with me? :( maybe he doesn't... like me :("

*screams internally in author*

so I added cats misbehaving to give myself some more familiar ground to tread!

I also just feel like Shadowheart's story is the neatest by the end of the game (her just T-posing in the background of the post Netherbrain trauma congaline on the docks, lmfao) but that there are things about her story, at least in my playthrough, that would actually equip her for understanding Astarion more than Rose does. I wanted to give a little space for the acknowledgement that most of the companions have experienced more emotional and moral nuance than my Tav has in her entire life :')))

Thank you for your lovely words! x

#asks #anons #lovely words from lovely people #wip: pieces still stuck in your teeth #i think making a Lawful Good character can make people think I want Rosalie to be a spotless perfect never faltered ever Mary Sue #whereas... in truth... she's mostly just extremely repressed and autistic lmfao. #and she only become heroic bc any fear and anxiety was literally removed from her body! Astarion/Shadowheart should be so lucky! #its so fucking easy to be brave in those circumstances!! #so she doesn't really um. have the tools to handle a lot of what is going on right now :'))

[lilac-5ky]

Heyyyy😏 can you write something for Gintoki where you get in an argument with him (cause he’s a jerk) and then he says something so back handed to you (cause he’s a jerk) and you just walk of and like cry or sumn cause it hurt so much and he just tries to apologize and it gets a little emotional idk I just need something that’ll hurt me a little bit 😔😣

A/N: Hi! I feel like Gintoki is more likely to apologize through his action than his words, and so his apology is mostly done than said :p Not sure if this is super angsty, but I hope it's good enough!

Plot: Gin being a piece of shit who never cleans and upsets poor innocent reader with his attitude.

Warning: Gets a bit suggestive with language and some minor angst ig?

Arguing with Gintoki (x Fem!Reader)

(just look at him being disgusting and cute.)

There are many reasons for one to pick a fight with Gintoki. Be it Otose arguing with him over rent delays, or Kagura and Shinpachi demanding their pay, there’s always someone at odds with the Odd Jobs’ boss.

However, when it came down to you, perhaps you had an easier time letting things slip. You’d stayed around long enough to get acclimated to all those wacky situations Gintoki involved himself in, as well as his hectic and lazy persona.

At this point, you’d earned yourself the nickname “saint” from his peers, considering how you seemed to be the only one with enough patience to put up with him. But even a saint’s patience has its limits.

When you walked into Yorouzya on a day like any other, finding an absolute war-zone where his couch once stood, not even that Buddha’s patience of yours was enough to shield your faint heart.

No way in hell would you willingly pick up his dirty underwear off the fan, or clean after the millions of empty takeout boxes residing under the kotatsu (just how much food can a person consume overnight?!), while Gintoki remained idly picking on his nose like a primadonna. This had to end.

“Gin,” you asked in a near pleading tone that went unnoticed.

“Gin?” Your second attempt was too ignored, his attention monopolized by the weather girl inside the little black screen.

Frustrated beyond compare, you threw about the first object your hands could find onto his head, leaving him with no other choice but to face you. The noodle box ended up landing like a party hat, with a string of curry dropping down his forehead. He sported a somewhat disturbed look, though that wasn’t enough to prevent him from turning back to the tv the second the noodle box fell to the floor.

“Gin!” Unable to contain your temper, you jumped to block his view.

“Huh? Y/N?” Gintoki queried as if he wasn’t even aware of your presence in prior, something that only added fuel to the fire. “What are you doing here?”

“Not cleaning your mess, that’s for sure. What’s this?” You paused to point at the underwear and then his leftovers. “And this? Who’s going to clean all this?”

“Quit nagging, it’s not even 12.” He yawned, stretching his limbs across the couch. “Kagura will probably feed them to Sadaharu, or Tama will pass by later. Just leave them be.”

You couldn’t believe in your eyes, or rather your ears. How could someone this irresponsible be running a business, when this was the kind of reception he had in store for any poor soul that dared walk in? It wasn’t as if Yorozuya was ever the pantheon of work ethics to begin with, but this was too much even for him. Feeding the trash to the dog, just what was he thinking?

“Are you for real? Why would…? Who would… ?” One unfinished sentence followed the other while you struggled to find the right words. “Nevermind. It’s no wonder no one sets foot in here nowadays. Only an idiot would choose another hare-brained idiot to handle their job for them.” You spat bitterly.

“Then I guess that makes you into an even greater idiot, Y/N. Or else you wouldn’t be showing at my doorstep to bitch about something this trivial, especially when it’s none of your concern.” He followed in the same tone, bringing the already heavy atmosphere even further down.

“It’s none of my concern whether my boyfriend’s house reeks like a dumpster? Or whether it gets infested with cockroaches? Then whose is it?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “You know, since I too spend the night here from time to time, I would appreciate if the smell of soured ramen didn’t have to compete with that of your underwear.”

Gintoki sighed in response, lazily combing through his disheveled hair with one hand. You’d always been fond of that scruffy appearance of his, but right now, all it did was add more fuel to the fire, providing you with yet another reason to stay mad at his disposition.

“And do something about your appearance already! It looks as if a crow nested in there!”

“Oi, Y/N. Is it that day of the month? I don’t remember you being such an overbearing control freak.”

“I don’t remember you being such a bum.” You argued back.

“If I’m such a bum then why do you insist on coming here?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.”

The lack of sound succeeding your heated exchange was perhaps even more disturbing than the argument itself. You got so caught up in talking back to him, that before you knew it, such regrettable words came pouring out your mouth.

“What are you standing here for?” Gintoki asked, his otherwise dead fish eyes now beaming with resentment. “The door is right there. Leave.”

Was this really… it? Was he about to forsake everything the two of you had come to be over a silly argument?

With your questions unanswered and your steps heavier than before, you paced outside Yorozuya. This definitely wasn’t the kind of time you’d hoped to spend over at his place. Part of you expected to hear his voice a final time, to receive the affirmation that this was nothing but a silly lover’s quarrel, though silence came to be your sole companion. Silence, and whatever this gut wrenching emotion was.

Little by little, you felt the oxygen within your lungs igniting you whole, slowly burning at your fuse until you couldn’t go on anymore. Crouched near the ground, all you could do was bawl right outside Otose’s bar, meekly hoping that no one was around to notice your muffled cries.

Was it frustration or was it hurt? You couldn’t tell. The only thing you knew was that this was the first time you’d ever felt such uncertainty. Shoes of different color stopped before you, each pair belonging to yet another passerby who felt entitled to shoot his look of pity your way, but not entitled enough to pry any further, to approach any closer.

It was your fault. If only you’d kept your mouth shut, then nothing would have happened. Gintoki wouldn’t get annoyed, he wouldn’t raise his voice, he wouldn’t dare say such horrible things, and he…you…

No. It was his fault for being this messy and unjust. Even if you were a bit too harsh, you acted out of genuine concern. You had no intention to watch as he festered within the four rusty walls of his house. Gintoki had always been the kind to take care of everyone, but when it came down to his own self, he seldom bothered to lift a finger.

What others attributed as mere laziness, you knew better. It was almost as if by wallowing in such unspoken misery, he was atoning for something. As if he was repenting for past sins only he knew of. Either way, his disregard for his own well-being showed in every single aspect of his lifestyle. From the sorry state of his house, to his own unkempt appearance.

You remembered of the first time you met Gin. You recalled thinking how despite his exterior, he bore resemblance to a mirror. A blurred, borderline shattered glass, be it one that let you see an image of yourself clearer than any you’d seen before. The good with the bad, the beauty and the ugliness, the flaws and the imperfections. Everything that made you into who you were was right there, delving in those maroon eyes of his.

Perhaps Gintoki was never meant to shine on his own. Perhaps his strength lied in making others shine brightest, in reflecting not the image you longed to see, but the one closest to reality.

You liked yourself when you were with him. You felt certain and grounded at the same time. That should you ever lose your way, one look at him would be enough to guide you back. You liked that, but more importantly, you liked him. That silver gleam of his was what made you fall for him in the first place.

He was right. You were overbearing and overzealous and butted in his business without thinking twice, and that was precisely why you wouldn’t give up on him. No matter what it took, you’d never quit clearing his soul off the distortions haunting it. Not before making sure that the man known as Sakata Gintoki would never grow dim, that was.

And so, you wiped the tears with the back of your hand and rose to your feet. One by one, you climbed the steps to Yorozuya all the way to the top where you stood still. What would you say to him? Apologies were never your forte and neither his. Showing up to clean his apartment as if you were part of a clean-up crew didn’t seem like a great idea either, especially when one considered the nature of your argument. What if he pushed you away again? What if he demanded that you leave?

No. No, even if he did that, there was no way you’d run. It didn’t matter if he called you names, if he dragged you outside or any of these things, really. You’d made up your mind to clean after his own mess for however long he needed you to. Until he learned to do it for himself. Until he was forced to get a real look at who he really was. That self destruction bullshit of his had to end.

Before you had the chance to contemplate any longer, the door went wide open with Gintoki appearing on the other side, evidently taken aback by your sudden reappearance.

“I-” You said in unison, each stopping at the other’s interruption.

“You-“Another failed attempt.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to blurt out everything without giving him the chance to cut in a third time. Here goes nothing.

“I’m sorry for acting like an evil mother-in-law and yelling at you the way I did. You are right, I am an overbearing control freak, but I never meant to criticize you. I felt as if that was the only way to make you listen, and I honestly can’t stand to see you living life in a swap because, Gintoki, to me you are someone very important and I only want to see you thrive. Why are you so unkind towards your own self? No matter what happened in the past, you shouldn’t let it bring you down.”

You took a short pause. Perhaps giving him a lecture about past trauma would only get him to retreat further in his shell.

“My point is, I don’t intend to stop bitching at you. Whether you like it or not, I’ll keep interfering in your business, until you stop doing yourself injustice. So please, accept my earnest concern and, for the love of god, allow me to clean your house.”

Your outburst imposed a bemused expression on his face, one that was quickly replaced by a forced snort.

“What are you talking about?” Gin leaned against the frame with his index lazily poking past the shell of his ear. “I don’t recall you paying any visits whatsoever.”

“Wait- what?”

“You play weird pranks, Y/N. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or is this a dream you are talking about?”

It was your turn to be dumbfounded. Was this a joke or was he simply going to act as if the whole incident never occurred in the first place?

“Why are you looking at me like that? Did I grow an extra set of balls on my forehead?” He asked, patting down his head.

You brushed his comment off, unsure of what to say next. The mood had completely shifted with Gin returning to his usual “charming” self, something over which you were truthfully thankful. Of course his throwing you out meant nothing. After all, this was nothing but a silly lover’s quarrel.

“No… but looks like your wish is granted.” You jested, removing a noodle that was dangling between silver strands of hair. “It’s finally straightening up.”

Gintoki frowned, looking away while you chuckled.

“If you have the time to be running your mouth, come in already.” He mumbled before scooting to the side.

Upon entering the hallway, the first thing to catch your attention was the scent. It smelled like primrose and magnolia, the sweet vanilla essence completely taking over the foul odor previously emitted by his living room. Did someone visit him while you were gone, or did he actually douse it with perfume?

As the two of you progressed to the living room, your surprise only increased, to the point of making you wonder whether you’d entered the wrong building. Rather than encounterig the same chaos you did earlier, you found a spotless table and an even more spotless couch. The noodle boxes, the plastic cutlery, even the half torn underwear; they had all disappeared.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d place your bet on a second Amanto invasion happening, but the moment you took notice in the half concealed mop lurking between the closet’s folds, there was no doubt anymore. He had cleaned. Gintoki had actually cleaned!

“Gin…” His name was cut in half by a sole sob.

“What are you crying for?” He asked, genuinely confused by your reaction.

“I can’t believe you did such a thing.” You went on, feeling truly grateful. “Everything is squeaky clean!”

Perhaps Gintoki sucked at apologies, but when it came to making things right, he never failed to impress. He always knew exactly what to do. A push was all he needed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gintoki said as he approached you from behind. “It’s always clean around here.”

You were about to object to that, when you felt a pair of arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer for him to press his body against yours. Instinctively, you looked up at him, the look in his eyes indicating he was up to no good.

“But if cleanliness is not what you want, I know of a way to make things dirty again.”

On second thought, a bit of disarray never hurt.

#gintoki imagine #gintoki oneshot #gin oneshot #gin imagine #gintama #gintama oneshot #gintama fanfiction #gintama imagine #anon requests #gintoki x reader #gin x reader #sakata gintoki #gintoki sakata #gintoki angst #gin angst #gintama angst

[daisyvisions]

i feel like hak would be into thigh riding and i simply can’t get the image out of my head

honestly? yes. just yes 😵‍💫 I'm gonna keep bringing up my "hak is a giver" advocacy bcos he's got those vibes for me 😔✋ (but let's save that thought for a rainy day.)

...instead, let's make this a bit spicier shall we?

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), thigh riding, semi-exhibitionsim (I think, but they dont get caught, just in the same area? pls correct me if im wrong), fingering, use of pet name "baby"

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆.

You probably didn't even know you had a thing for thigh riding... up until today that is.

And all it took was you and Hak sitting at the back of a car.

You were on your way home from a day trip to the beach with some of the boys, you and Hak happen to be seated at the last row of the SUV. Because there were too many things that were brought, you had no choice but to sit on Haknyeon's thigh the whole ride back.

He was fine with it of course, since the stuff they brought was occupying the seat beside him (plus it gave him a reason to kinda cuddle you).

Everyone in the car was asleep except you, Hak, and whoever was the designated driver. It was getting dark driving back, seeing the headlights of other cars passing by.

You found having Hak's arms wrapped around your waist very comfy actually, you could've fallen asleep too if you had the chance (and he wouldn't mind).

.... but the car just had to pass a bumpy road.

The bumpy road caused you to slightly bounce and move on Hak's thigh, adding a delicious friction to your core. You accidentally let out a very tiny whimper, making your eyes widen. Shit.

Oh, Hak definitely heard that sound. He even felt your core throb a bit on his thigh. He tightens his hands on your waist and whispers in your ear,

"Are you okay there?"

"Mhmm, I'm fine Hak. Just a little uncomfy from the bumpy road."

"Are you sure? Sounds to me it's making you feel the opposite."

A moment of silence falls between you two and just like clockwork, you pass by a big bump, making you accidentally grind on his thigh again. You let out a small gasp, trying not to wake the others.

Oh if you could see Hak's face right now, the mischievous grin he's making. He begins to intentionally rock your hips back and forth on his thigh, making you whimper again like the 1st time.

You suddenly feel one of his hands snake under your loose shorts, fingers circling your aching bud at a slow but satisfying pace.

"My my, already wet because of my thigh? It's okay, I got you."

You continue to grind on his thigh while he has his fingers on your bud, the bumpy road adding more friction to the mix has you biting your lower lip to refrain from letting anyone hear what's going on between you two at the back of the car.

It doesn't help that Haknyeon nips your earlobe, almost making you let out a louder moan but his hand is quick to cover your mouth.

"Shhh, you have to keep quiet now. You don't want the others to know how much of a needy baby you are, hm?"

#ju haknyeon #haknyeon smut #haknyeon #tbz smut #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #tbz scenarios #the boyz fic #the boyz fanfic #tbz drabbles #hakyneon hard hours

[smilesrobotlover]

what inspired your Link’s outfits? I love them!

Thank you! I’m not sure what inspired them but I’ll just talk about them (without pictures cuz I can’t 😔)

Sky: I really loved the green color he had from LU, how everyone had a deeper green shade while he had a lighter, more minty green shade (maybe not minty green but sh), so I went with that color cuz it suited him so well! I also like him having his sash so I keep them. His design sorta changed, I originally had him wearing more baggy clothes, but I added bracers and tightened up his clothes a tad. I also kept his green pants from the beginning of the game cuz I thought that’d look quirky. The biggest things were the sailcloth and loftwing feather. I always vibed with feather earrings, and I wanted the feather to be king, but when I actually drew it, it was a HUGE pain. So I removed it and just put it on his belt. And I put the sailcloth on his belt as well cuz I HATE drawing capes lol. Luckily drawing Sky for a bit made me realize what I liked and disliked about his design so I was able to change some things. I do love the diamond thing on his chest. Admittedly LU inspired the design a lot lol, but in the end I kept some stuff for myself :)

Minish: the Minish clothes inspired his shirt! I found his og shirt very bland so I spiced things up with a leafy shirt and called it a day UwU. I also liked him having a headband with an Ezlo pendant at the end, thought it looked cute! And I think I added some metal toes cuz what if you dropped a hammer on your feet? Anyways, it’s safe to say LU inspired a lot of these designs and I’m not ashamed to admit that (LU did NOT inspire this au tho)

Time: I was actually inspired by bonus Links with their oot Link having a vest. I thought it was a cute and gave my Time a more farm outfit. I made his shirt a more forest green and gave him a weird eyepatch to cover half his face, and then gave him cowboy boots cuz I thought they looked cool. I lvoe his pants cuz he looks like a sexy mom so there’s that lol. Also, about his hair, this is an unpopular opinion but I prefer his short and spiky hair 😔 I’m sorry to the folks who loved the long ponytail. I also added some gloves that I think are strength gloves that aren’t ungraded? Made his outfit more battle ready (in the beginning the Links were in more comfy clothes but I didn’t like that)

Legend: oh boy, he probably has my fav design lol. I sorta added this red sash thing to go against his green shirt and I think it turned out cool! And the red accents look dope as well! I’m particularly proud of his boots, which sorta resemble the Pegasus boots (I think that’s what they’re called 😭). Also I love the idea of legend link hating pants so he wears shorts. He hates pants. He’s just like me fr

Hyrule: I’m not sure how much of Lu inspired my Hyrule, but I always ADORED Lu Hyrule’s floofy hair so I kept that. I kinda like his clothes being baggy and casual, and I made his boots a little scuffed since he travels a lot. Idk what is going on with his design tho. I cant think of anything specific that I did with his design minus the boots and turtle neck (I noticed one of the designs for Zelda 2 had link in a turtle neck and I thought that was perfect for Hyrule). Yeah not many thoughts. Just like the amount of thoughts going through his head

Twi: oh boy, I just gave him a shirt that matched Rusl’s cuz it has a boob window, gave him that dumb arm thing, his ordon sash and obi, and just sorta lightly tweaked his farmer’s outfit. His boots are meant to have goat fur popping out cuz I thought that’d be cool. Plus an ordon goat on his design cuz he likes goats. Not much to say

Four: I looked at all the knights from the FS manga and tried to make him look like that. I always thought his braid and color thing was unique and showed the four colors well. I also made his clothes more white and cream colored cuz I’ve seen four Links as white and then go colorful when they split and I LOVED that. He also gets a cool cape. He sued to have more Arno but I removed it cuz he’s still a kid and I hate drawing Armor.

Windy: oh boy, I had to change his design since I aged him down, but I gave him a sleeveless overcoat since there are a lot of overcoats with pirates. I also gave him a pirate-esque shirt and made his colors more deadpan green which I ADORE. I always liked his gray pants and simple shoes so I kept those!

Spirit: it’s just his engineer outfit, nothing special lol. A boy…

Age: idk how I feel about his design, but I mixed the knight’s outfit with the champion’s tunic with a hint of the zora armor and Mipha’s scale!

Wild: I sorta mixed the Hylian tunic with the champion’s tunic. Again, idk how I feel about it but Wild has his entire wardrobe on him so I can just change his design whenever I want UwU

Warriors: made his scarf look more triangle and covering his neck, and added some pizzaz to it, idk.

#asks #link between links #phew!

[oneirataxia-girl]

❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ for Mari pls!! (could even make it Midlaw, if you're feeling it, but anyone will do!)

ngl when I saw this I had the vision of the most devastating Mari moment during the timeskip - ‘twas a struggle to not write it out bc it’s a Character Development for her and therefore spoilers (and also bc I haven’t fleshed it out completely oop-). but here’s another place (not Midlaw tho 😔) I think this prompt would work

set sometime after Arlong Park, live-action friendly so psst opla girlies @auxiliarydetective, @starcrossedjedis, @xoteajays, @daughter-of-melpomene, I humbly present this offering to you (can you tell I'm sleep deprived asdjasldakj

A groan escaped Kenji as he sat down. Even after months of training, he was still nowhere near beating Zoro. The guy could at least pretend to struggle when Kenji tried to hit him, but no, he just had to yawn lazily and slam his knee into Kenji’s stomach. Now, he wasn’t one for holding grudges, but Sanji was right to have one against the swordsman, Kenji should help him hide all the booze on the ship. And some of the meat, since Luffy just kept laughing while his poor body got pummeled by Zoro, some captain he was.

“You alright?”

“Gah!” His hand felt for the handle of his revolver, drawing it out to face – “Mari?”

She answered with a thump of something landing in his lap. Something lumpy and smelling vaguely of the herbs the Marines used to ease their muscles after training.

Kenji waited for his crewmate to elaborate on the package. Mari was silent. But it’s possible she just left after tossing the stuff at him, she’s quieter than Nami and even less chatty than their navigator when she’s trying to read a new map. Plus, Luffy didn’t even have the decency to get someone else to keep watch in place of him, so Mari probably just came to grab something or another and brought that along for him.

Come to think of it, she does do stuff for him a lot – not that she doesn’t do stuff for the other members of the crew, but Mari definitely looks out for him more. If it were Usopp wincing from injuries, Mari wouldn’t bring a weird-smelling pack of whatever’s-in-this to help him; plus, she helps him get out of chores all the time. This could only mean one thing.

“Do you want help?”

Oh, She’s still here.

“With this?” Kenji asked. Then remembered that she couldn’t see what he was referring to and added, “The stuff you gave me.”

“Yes.”

Yeah, Mari would never offer to help Usopp apply medicine. Nor would she for anyone else, probably. Maybe Nami if she asked for help, but they seemed to be awkward around each other, so perhaps not.

So, who was he to turn down an offer possibly only he could get?

His crewmate was efficient in her day-to-day work; several weeks of being on the same boat taught Kenji that, but Mari was also pretty good at dealing with wounds. Apparently, Zoro’s injuries from Mihawk didn’t tear up halfway to Arlong Park because of her interventions, and after the fight there, she dealt with all the scrapes the crew acquired from kicking fishman butt and the ones the people of Coco Village, too. Kenji didn’t get to witness her abilities after that fight – thankfully – but feeling her hands applying a salve to his bruised knuckles, he had to admit, Mari was pretty good at avoiding more hurt when she pressed down to rub the ointment into his skin.

Which was good enough for him, he didn’t want to know if she could be gentle when she was cleaning cuts or snapping joints back in their places. He’d prefer it if bruises and burns and sprains were the only reason he had to ask Mari for medical assistance, thank you very much.

His non-bruised hand closed around a small bottle of something, “Apply a thin layer to anywhere you’ve been bruised, wraps are for the nasty ones.” Mari’s voice elaborated at his sound of confusion.

“What’s a nasty one?” Kenji chose to focus on that part instead of Mari leaving him to fend for himself, he could lament that later.

“Depends on you.”

That was not an answer, and Kenji told her so. Mari didn’t reply, so he counted that as a win for him.

“The ones swollen,” she said just as Kenji thought she left, “don’t wrap it too tight.”

“So the one on my stomach.”

Mari was silent, then said, “Sure.”

No help, absolutely none. Kenji was starting to doubt her proficiency in medicine.

“Is that everything?” He asked after a minute of silence.

Mari’s voice was a tad further away this time, “Any other injuries?”

“Yeah,” He began, wondering for a moment if it was smart to – “Can I ask you something, though?”

A beat.

“Sure.” That word was clearer, her face lit by a lantern as she stood with her arms crossed.

He didn’t get a lamp, or a candle, or anything when he settled down to keep watch.

“Where did you get that?” He couldn’t help himself as he pointed to the light in her hand.

She gestured at a wooden beam behind her. Kenji wasn’t sure if that meant the thing was there and she simply grabbed and lit it or something else. Come to think of it, when did she get it?

“Is that it?”

“Is what it?” Kenji repeated without thinking, then shook his head, “Nah, I’ve got another one.”

Mari’s head dipped slightly.

Bidding a goodbye to his preferential treatment, Kenji continued, “Why are you nicer to me?”

Mari’s head tilted to the side.

“Not that I don’t like it or anything, it’s just –” How could he say this without sounding like he was full of himself? “You’re definitely nicer to me than to Usopp or Nami or Luffy, is it because you like me or something?”

A line formed between her eyebrows, and Kenji was no master at reading faces, but was that… disgust on her face?

“No,” She shook her head, “Absolutely not.”

“I meant like in a friendly way…?” Kenji added, but it just sounded like a bad attempt at covering up, even to his ears.

At that, Mari’s face stopped looking like she was about to vomit at the thought of her liking him – seriously? He wasn’t that bad of a catch – and grew back into her normal expression. Which meant he had no idea what was going on in her mind, as usual.

“Maybe,” Came Mari’s answer after a while, during which Kenji contemplated whether he could hurl himself into the sea from his seat to avoid interacting with her ever again, “I don’t like most people, though.”

“But I’m the exception?” Kenji prodded further, then regretted it when she fixed him with the stare, the one that felt like she was looking through his mind.

Mari didn’t give him an answer for the next few minutes, just stared into his soul. Probably because she enjoys making people regret their decisions, who needs that long to decide if they liked somebody or not?

“Yeah,” She agreed, “But you’re the exception.”

Huh.

Well, that proved it, Kenji was Mari’s favorite. He couldn’t wait to lord that over Sanji the next time the cook started to wax poetic over the two girls in their crew.

His new favorite crewmember strode forward, “I’ll do the rest of your watch,” Mari told him, lifting him to his feet with a flick of her wrist, “Go get some rest.”

And since he was only human, he obeyed easily and started to go towards his warm bed.

“Himura?”

Kenji turned around at the mention of his surname.

“Don’t tell Blondie.”

So he still could brag about that to Usopp, got it.

“Or Usopp, or Nami.”

Ugh, at least he could tell Luffy –

“And especially not Luffy.”

“But I can tell Zoro?” Kenji couldn’t help but ask.

Mari finished lighting another lantern, “Peabrain only cares about being the captain’s favorite.”

Kenji shrugged. It did sound like Zoro, after all.

give me a prompt + oc and I'll write a drabble!

#fic: aim for the sun #oc: marionette mari #oc: himura kenji #alvita's writing #alvita's answers #hadley my beloved #i was stuck on this for the longest time #then i opened it again today and the words just went zoom #its also two am and i have school tomorrow so yeah #don't be like me folks #also not edited so i'll reblog this later with revisions

[obeiii-mee]

Fluff what if mammon befriends luke at first just trying to get in Good terms with MC but after while he starts to care for the young angel and starts to treat him as though he was his brother Even starts to be protective of him IM SORRY BUT I LOVE THESE TWO BABIES

Luke; From Mammon’s Perspective

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OH MY GOD BUT WHY DOES YOUR IDEA FIT MAMMON’S BIRTHDAY EVENT SO MUCH??? THIS IS HONESTLY SO GREAT, HAAA-

Mammon would just be jealous of the attention you give Luke but he’s too much a softie to actually do anything lmao

Thanks for the request, I’m happy to provide Mammon happy hours ft. Luke because they’re both amazing 😔

Characters: Mammon, Luke and mentions of the brothers and nowdateables though they’re not all that involved

Warnings: None besides some mild cursing and some vague descriptions of gore

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“Oi! What’s the chihuahua doing here?!”

You didn’t even feel the need to turn around and acknowledge him before you answered, keeping your eyes fixed on the batter you were mixing and on Luke as he fussed around the kitchen. The way he moved around strongly emphasised the decades of experience he’s had in the baking industry and compared to you, the young angel really seemed like a professional. Actually, he became so focused on his tasks that he opted to vehemently ignore the demon that just marched into the room, despite giving him an obvious and nasty glare from his position near the oven. Normally, Luke would take any opportunity to snap at the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation but today, he didn’t seem to be as bothered by their goading.

“He’s here to help me make a cake.”

“For what?”

At that, you did turn around, temporarily abandoning your work so you could face the second born and furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion because you did not expect this level of ignorance coming from him. Then again, Mammon always had a way surprising you at the weirdest of times so maybe you should’ve seen it coming, “Simeon. Mammon, we had a whole conversation about this just a couple of hours ago? I know you have a selective hearing problem but-“

“Yeah, yeah, I remember that.” He huffed out, crossing his arms and scrunching up his whole face as he recalled the talk you had with him during breakfast. It was something you brought up randomly enough, in between munches of toast and sips of orange juice. It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to eat food from the Human Realm so even though this particular issue was bothering you plenty, it didn’t exactly stop you from eating. The stress may have gotten to you…a little.

“Buy him something.”

Not surprising; the only thing Mammon would consider to be a proper gift would either be stacks of money or something inherently expensive. It’s how he works. Really, most of his birthday presents to you were either crazy cheap or really pricey, all depending on his current financial situation.

Though it was a decent suggestion, you had to shrug it off. You could easily imagine Simeon reprimanding you for spending too much money on him, even if he deserved to have something nice. Besides, what kind of gift could you possibly give to an angel? You really didn’t want to disappoint nor overwhelm him with something that may not be up to his taste. Picking gifts really sucks, but you didn’t know how else to show your appreciation for the help you’ve received from him.

Mammon, sensing that this had been bothering you for a while now, dramatically sighed before adding, “Ya should ask the dog if he has any ideas.”

“What?”

“The chihuahua. Y’know, that small, feral thing that keeps following Simeon around like a lost puppy. Maybe make him a cake or something. Don’t let Beel know though, he’ll probably get to your ingredients before ya even have a chance to start using them.”

Now he regretted letting his big mouth ruin your night with him. Truth is, he didn’t expect you to actually take his advice to heart nor did he think you would actually bake him a cake. Mammon really believed you were gonna buy him a cake from the pastry shop down the street like any normal person would but instead, they now have an angel in the kitchen measuring flour quantities in a plastic bowl and melted chocolate dripping on the floor.

“But MC-“

“Mammon, could you please shut up?” Luke’s interference took you off guard but Mammon just seemed annoyed. Seeing as he was keeping quiet up until now, the angel’s patience must have ran thin from the endless rambling of the only demon in the room.

The second born scoffed, “Are ya talking to me? Sorry, couldn’t hear ya, you’re the size of a dog and you’re yapping like one too. Besides, you do know you’re covered in cake mixture from head to toe, right?”

Suddenly embarrassed about the dawning realisation that he does, in fact, have a considerate amount of batter on his face, Luke quickly wiped it off and pointed the spoon he was using mere seconds ago at him, “Just get out! Me and MC are trying to finish our cake, you low-life of a demon!”

Mammon was about to retort but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you giggling from the other side of the room. Luke also appeared startled by your reaction and both of them turned their heads and tilted them in a curious manner as they were watching you erupt in more laughter. Simply because they both kinda looked like confused dogs waiting on their master.

“Hey, why the hell are ya laughing? Did this little shit get his dumb ingredients all over me?”

“Yeah MC, what gives? Hurry up and drive this guy out of our kitchen so we can do our work in peace!”

By the time they were done poking and prodding at each other with small insults, your chuckles died down and you could finally respond but only after wiping away a tear from your eye that was caused by your sudden outburst, “I’m so sorry but Luke’s little disgusted face mirrored yours so perfectly Mammon, haha. And the way he’s on a little stool and he still can’t reach past your shoulders-my bad.” You said that, though you continued to quietly giggle to yourself when you turned around.

In all honesty, they both seemed kind of offended but they couldn’t stay mad for too long because your light hearted jokes deescalated tensions between the two quite fast. Luke was still embarrassed from what you could tell and Mammon was also absolutely flushed up to the tips of his ears.

“In any case, Mammon? You’re staying right? If you are, I’d appreciate it if you could do this portion over here and crack some eggs into the bowl while I start the oven, OK?”

Too dumbfounded to actually say anything, Mammon tersely nodded his head and just stared at you as you continued to gather ingredients from around the kitchen. He supposed this counts-any time spent with you is great even if what you happen to be doing together is bake a whole ass cake. If he’s lucky, he could even steal a spoonful or two of jam when you’re not looking. While he was processing all this, his eyes met with Luke’s stern gaze and the two seemed to reach some kind of mutual, silent agreement.

They could work together for the evening, and this evening alone, if it was for your sake. After all, Luke enjoyed helping you around in the kitchen and he really wanted to make something nice for Simeon. Meanwhile Mammon was just trying to hoard your attention again. Both of them could profit from this so maybe if they just stayed out of each others’ way, tensions would not increase.

Mammon figured that couldn’t be too hard. Even though he considers Luke to be nothing more than a tiny, rabid animal, he supposed he could be considered a decently well-behaved kid. He could definitely handle him.

“If you’re going to help out, you need to wear this.”

“Eh? The fuck is this?”

“It’s an apron, though I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about cooking health and safety. Typical.” Mammon just stared at the soft pink material in his hands, clearly designed for someone half his size before opting to switch his glare back to Luke, who was openly smirking, “You’re bound spill something so you might as well wear it. Who knows, it might suit you?”

He was going to chuck the little bastard into a meat grinder the moment you turned your back on him.

~~~~~~~

The ‘incident’, as both Mammon and Luke refer to it, happened on a Friday after school, just outside the R.A.D building and about half an hour after most students already booked it home.

With the exception of the student council. Which Mammon was a part of. Unfortunately. Meetings with Lord Diavolo were scheduled weekly and the brothers had no choice but to attend them. If they were lucky, the eldest was sometimes the only one summoned but for the most part, they were all expected to show up. No exceptions could be made this week around and even the human exchange students were invited to it. It was all starting to feel a tad bit overcrowded.

Not to mention, the meeting was so dull and boring, the second eldest could think of a thousand different ways to spend his free time than sitting in a chair for hours on end discussing the security cameras Lord Diavolo wished to install throughout the school. Honestly, his back was aching after having been seated on those God forsaken, uncomfortable, spineless chairs for so long and the room was absolutely suffocating because Lucifer was outright refusing to open the windows. The only thing worth looking forward to were the refreshments Barbatos promised to bring, but it shouldn’t be of too much surprise to hear that Beel essentially inhaled all the snacks the moment they arrived before anyone had any time to react. Judging by the smell alone, Mammon guessed it must’ve been Barbatos’ signature cake.

To make matters even worse (somehow), you were clever enough to come up with the excuse of ‘needing’ to go to the bathroom just to escape the torturously slow meeting. You were gone for more than half an hour now, no one was questioning your apparent absence or your whereabouts and Mammon wouldn’t be shocked to find out you just went home. Problem is: now he was stuck, completely by himself and totally human-less, in a boiling room with no drinks or snacks whilst everyone around him pointlessly rambled on about the new delivery system of goods for R.A.D.

So, what’s a poor demon like him meant to do in a situation like this?

Nothing less than what’s expected of the infamous Avatar of Greed and his cunning ability of achieving the most profitable outcome possible; completely plagiarise your idea and then have the audacity to promise his brother that if he were to bump into you on his way there, he would be dragging you back to the meeting by the scuff of your collar at all costs. All lies, of course. The moment he finds you, he’s taking his emotional support human and running home to find a suitable hiding spot from the wrath of the Avatar of Pride once he realises the little trick he’s pulled.

Though his plan certainly worked, his relief was very short lived. Not long after stepping foot outside the classroom everyone else was currently cooped up in, he heard a commotion down the corridor. In his very humble opinion, Mammon has many good qualities but his hearing capacity is, by far, one of the best so it’s not surprising to find out he could easily pick up on the scuffle taking place a hundred metres or so to his right. Obviously, now his curiosity was piqued and once that train starts rolling, nothing will be able to slow it down.

Towards one of the school’s exits, the second born was mildly startled to see Luke fending off four or five oversized demons that could certainly trample all over him if they so wished. I mean, Mammon has always the known the rabid, little thing could bark and bite with all his might but this was more praise worthy than anything else he has seen the angel do. And his baking is marvellous so that really says something. Without a doubt, the poor kid was completely pissing himself out of fear but still had the courage to defend himself, in a way not even the second eldest himself could achieve whenever he was being shoved around by his siblings.

Now, Mammon had no way of knowing or even guessing what those wasted bags of air could possibly be bothering the young angel for. Lord Diavolo made many speeches on the importance of accepting every exchange student into DevilDom in a welcoming manner and those who did not wish to comply would most definitely regret their actions at the hands of the Prince and his butler. Sure, demons are naturally apprehensive of angels with them being polar opposites and all (so to speak) but Luke must’ve done something major to provoke them into attacking like this. Or maybe they’re just idiotic assholes, which could fit the narrative just as well.

They weren’t physically touching him at all so at least they weren’t completely brain dead but they seemed to be harassing him nonetheless. It bothered Mammon to no end, their behaviour towards him. For some reason. Mammon was never particularly fond of Luke and troubling him was always good fun, even though their relationship improved significantly since their first meeting. Maybe it had something to do with the familiarity of the scene unfolding before him: being completely at the mercy of others and having no one to stick up for you was a situation he found himself more often than not. Watching it happen to someone else made him feel more vulnerable than actually experiencing the torment himself.

Mammon tried to justify his following actions by telling himself that the dunderheads were blocking the closest thing he had to an exit with their incessant bullying and he would need to go past them in any case. And since Luke is a good friend of yours, he supposed you would be pretty sad if the kid ended up getting a black eye or something so obviously, he had no choice but to intervene.

“Oi!”

His voice effectively boomed throughout the entire school and he briefly wondered how no one has been able to hear this entire thing so far. They weren’t being exactly quiet and the school’s walls weren’t soundproof either. One of the demons had the audacity to turn around and start retorting something before abruptly freezing in his tracks once he recognised who was in their presence. Actually, they were all so petrified they forgot to bow down before one of the Demon Lords, which, had it been anyone else, they would’ve been punished for immediately. Luke appeared to have his guard up as well and seemed to have taken a few steps back, pressed up against the door leading outside, clearly not used to Mammon’s outbursts. After all, seeing him like this is a rarity.

As he stalked closer, Mammon’s eyes knitted in frustration and he scrunched up his nose at the offenders before him. The scent of fear was only desirable if it was extracted from mortals, not demons and their insufferable odours. It was worth it however, to see the looks of terror on their faces and he reckoned these shit heads would eventually get what they deserve, whether that would be at the hands of the Prince or himself.

“I don’t know if y’all missed the memo,” he began, inching closer to peer at who he assumed was the leader of the miserable posse before scoffing, as if disgusted by what was before him, “But his Highness, Lord Diavolo prohibited any violence against the exchange students. So, either yer deaf or just plain stupid to be attacking one of the angels on school grounds. Or maybe you’ve just forgotten? Lemme remind ya real quick then.”

Without warning, Mammon roughly slapped one of the demons, the one closest to him, on the back to mimic a friendly gesture, pulled him closer and grinned at him, proudly displaying his perfect set of teeth and pierced tongue. The impact was so sudden and loud, Luke thought the demon was going be slammed into the floor from the force behind Mammon’s hit. The other three violators could only stand and watch. The second born continued, with a more cheerful tone.

“Now, listen ‘ere buddy: yer a demon and I’m sure a respectable one at that too,” you wouldn’t be able to miss the hints of sarcasm in his words as he happily rambled on, “So what if, every once in a while, you lose sight of yourself and give in to temptation. It’s what we do best, huh? This is probably not even yer first offence right? But today ya really hit the jackpot!”

Another slap on the back and this time, everybody in that hallway flinched with the exception of Mammon. He took no mind of this and went on, “Committing treason against the Prince-that’s mighty brave of ya! Surely earned you some bragging rights to your friends, being able to deliberately go against the wishes of Lord Diavolo himself and suffer no consequences, you sneaky bastard you.” At this, he ruffled the demon’s hair, ensuring to dig his nails a little too deep into the asshole’s useless skull, “Ya don’t gotta worry about me though. Nope, my lips are sealed, ya know. Wouldn’t dream of ratting you out. Well, for a price that is.”

The malice in his voice was more evident now in his false grin and the demon who was unfortunate enough to fall in his clutches, visibly swallowed at Mammon’s insinuation, “How about it, then? I heard golden skulls have been selling particularly well recently and ya know me, I’m not above dirtying my hands if needed. I’ll gladly dip every single one of your bones in melted gold in exchange for this little secret of yers. Every single one of ya would make outstanding golden statues, ‘m sure of it!”

The eerie undertones of Mammon’s preposition had the demon vehemently shaking his head and the second born pouted, almost childishly, “No? That’s a damn shame, I was hopin’ to make more profit. Well, in that case-I’ll just have to report ya to Lord Diavolo, hmm? What’s the matter, what are ya shaking like a leaf in the wind for? A brave halfwit such as yourself, yer not scared are ya?” Mammon laughed then, a genuine laugh as if he was actually greatly entertained by this, “What would ya have me do then? Hmm? Let ya go? No consequences? I suppose I might be tempted, but only if ya promise me to piss off and never let me see your filthy face ever again.”

The demon yelped as he was pushed forward, colliding with the ground but not giving himself a moment to breathe before he got up to his feet again and staggered up the corridor. Once he disappeared out of sight, Mammon turned his cold yet amused gaze on the other three demons present who immediately got the hint and sprinted after their leader, almost tripping over their own two feet as they took the corner up ahead.

“And if I ever find out ya are bothering anyone ever again, let alone this kid-I swear to his Majesty himself, I will personally skin all of you alive and use your twitching bodies as chew-toys for Cerberus, ya hear me?!” The second born yelled after them, with enough conviction in his voice to send even the most courageous of demons running with their tails between their legs.

Now that he was out of steam, Mammon turned his attention towards Luke, who was standing there, entirely rooted in place and no doubt astounded by what he just witnessed. A demon standing up for him. A demon of all things! The angel had no idea how he had the bravery to bicker with Mammon before now that he was aware of what he was capable of when moved to anger. The Avatar of Greed simply walked up to the door, unlocked it, opened it and took a few steps outside before pausing momentarily, allowing the cold air to brush against his skin. It had been raining earlier but the temperature was bound to go back to scorching hot in a matter of hours.

A few seconds later, he turned around, confused at the silence, as if he wasn’t expecting the angel to not co-operate before finally speaking, “Are ya coming or not?”

It was Luke’s turn to be confused and he didn’t need to say anything since his facial expressions made it pretty obvious. Mammon sighed, annoyed but not as much as he usually would be at the angel’s antics, “I’m taking ya home, idiot. Ya don’t think I’m stupid enough to let you walk home alone after all that, do ya? Is Simeon at Purgatory Hall or has he also fucked off somewhere. Wait ‘till he hears about this, he won’t let ya out of his sight for the next couple of weeks.”

Luke snapped out of his frightened trance at this and instantly jumped to the defence of Simeon as well as himself whilst trailing behind Mammon. To an extent, it was even entertaining, watching the angel express himself with such ferocity and vigour and Mammon could swear he even broke out into a smile on their walk to Purgatory Hall. Not even Luke seemed to mind his presence and though the second born didn’t exactly expect any form of gratitude from someone as uptight as him, he was internally glad the chihuahua wasn’t all that affected by the endeavour.

Maybe the little shit wasn’t so bad after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Luke ended up subverting his expectations after all. A couple of days later and a week before his birthday, the kid showed up to his bedroom door, with you standing proudly behind him. To say he was mildly startled would be an understatement, it wasn’t very often that Luke travelled to the House of Lamentation by himself. He wasn’t even sure how he got in, though he presumed you had something to do with it. The two weren’t exactly on friendly terms yet but no one could deny their relationship was steadily improving and you were obviously encouraging this with every ounce of power you had

“What is it?” His own gentle tone surprised him but he had just woken up and did not have the ability to act all that snappy at seven in the morning.

“Luke wanted to give you something. An early birthday present.” You probed, when neither of them made any sign of moving and sighed as you nudged the angel next to you, “Go on Luke, Mammon would never turn his nose up at any type of gift. Especially a thoughtful one at that.”

Luke nervously fumbled for something in his pocket and Mammon had no idea what to expect. Actually, it was pretty hard to believe the young angel would want to give him anything at all. Sure, he received birthday presents from him before, but that was mostly at the command of Simeon. Whatever he had prepared for today, it would’ve been done out of his own will.

After a couple more seconds of postponing it, Luke finally bit the bullet and pulled out a small box out of his pocket, covered in golden glitter and wrapped in a red material that resembled velvet pretty closely, before hurriedly sticking it out to him, urging him to take it. Mammon precariously reached for the gift, picked it up and admired it for a few seconds. Whoever made it put plenty of care into both constructing and decorating it, making it look aesthetically pleasing to the eye and feel nice to the touch. He shot the two of you a confused look before slowly taking the lid off and he blinked.

A golden bracelet, adorned with a couple of precious gems, grabbed his eye as soon as he opened it and for once, Mammon was left speechless. He was never one for half-assed compliments, but he couldn’t describe the piece of jewellery as anything less than beautiful. And definitely expensive as shit. It was made out of real gold and precious stones so he wouldn’t be surprised if the angel was in debt now because of this early shopping spree.

“It’s a thank you gift.” Luke eventually muttered out and then immediately reddened at Mammon’s curious gaze, before adding on, “I-I mean, it’s also your birthday gift but I realised I never thanked you properly for what you did the other day. And I couldn’t possibly not to do anything. S-so I asked Simeon to help me pick out something for you. I did consider making you a cake but I figured that’s a present more suited to Beel’s tastes.” Luke cut himself short as Mammon continued to stare in shock at him and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, “Just accept it, OK? And don’t expect anything else from me, you greedy demon.”

With that timid confession out of the way, Luke bolted down the hallway and out of the mansion before either you or Mammon could react, the front door loudly slamming shut behind him. Both of you remained stunned at Luke’s outburst but you found yourself laughing before long.

“He’s a sweetheart really, I’m glad he’s warming up to you Mammon.” To jest around, you wiped a fake tear out of your eye as if to act like a proud parent but the silence following your statement made you turn around, “Mammon?”

The second born was studying the gift he had just received attentively, gently swiping his thumb over the gold rimming before gingerly putting it on his wrist, mesmerised but undoubtedly pleased with how that whole interaction went. You spotted a sheepish smile climbing on his face and you wanted to laugh again, “Right, I’ll leave you to it then. See you later Mams.”

It was a weird sort of friendship they built, but whatever happened between the two must’ve been miraculous because from that day onwards, you haven’t heard Luke utter out a single insult against the Avatar of Greed and Mammon guarded the bracelet he was given by the young angel with his life ever since, even going as far to glare at Levi when he suggested Mammon was going to end up selling the precious thing for a quick profit first chance he got.

An angel and a demon, huh. Who would’ve thought?

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #obey me luke #obey me fluff #fluff #cute #protective Mammon #obey me hcs #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me comfort #Mammon and Luke fluff #to cleanse the soul #⭐️ requests #I love them #obey me headcanons #obey me one shot #obey me cute #💳 mammon supremacy #🍰Luke is my child I adopted him

[nagiluvz]

CAN. CAN I REQUEST SOMETHING WITH kissin nagito

anon, i'm gonna be real rn; i love this request. i adore it. i cherish it and think of it. nagito deserves the world. live laugh love nagito 😔 this is probably horrible because i just woke up from a sleep-off-a-headache nap, so don't be afraid to tell me if you wanted smth different or want this re-done!!

NOT PROOFREAD!! NO WARNINGS, BUT TELL ME IF I NEED TO ADD ANY!! VERY MUCH CRINGE 💀

"honestly, how can you let them do this to you?" you gave a gentle sigh, washing nagito's hair gently as the pale man laid in the bathtub. he merely gave a small shrug, his classic smile never leaving his features. "i am merely their servant." you furrowed your brows at his response, dipping his head down into the water just barely so that the shampoo could be washed away.

"but nagito, you're still a person, too! sure, you're a servant. but that doesn't give them the right to mistreat you!" you huffed, startling nagito slightly with the distress in your voice. "and don't even start with the self-deprecation. no matter what you say you'll never convince me that you deserved it or that you're trash or whatever." you quickly added.

you had known nagito since you were both practically kids. honestly you'd feel pretty ashamed if you didn't know when he was going to verbally self-deprecate. you were always there to compliment him and reject every single insult he spoke of about himself.

nagito kept silent, looking away from you as you slowly ran your fingers filled with conditioner into his hair. he enjoyed moments like these. where you'd be so gentle with him, when you'd make him feel like a person worth something. he hummed in bliss at the feeling of your nails grazing his scalp every once in a while.

"hey, nagito?" you started, your voice much softer than before. said man looked up at you, clearly in a daze. "i love you." such simple words but they meant so much to nagito. he gave a bright smile. a genuine smile. "i. . . i love you too." you could hear the small crack in his voice, but you opted to ignore it. giving a content hum, your lips gently came in contact with the non-soapy parts of nagito's face. his cheek, his nose, and when you came to his lips, you paused to make sure that it was okay. that he wasn't being forced to stay silent and accept something he didn't want.

but nagito said nothing, only closing the space between you both gently. it was so soft and delicate, like you were both glass ready to shatter. and you honestly felt like that's how nagito was. but you were always going to be there for him when he broke. because you loved him. and you wanted to grow old with him. you wanted to marry him. you wanted to live in a nice little cottage with him. you wanted to do so much.

and maybe one day, after everything has been settled, after this hell of a kids paradise making has been stopped, you'd get to do that. because you had hope. you had hope someone was going to stop this.

pulling away, you gave nagito a reassuring smile. reassuring him you weren't going to leave him. that you were with him till the end. and a single tear dropped from his eye, him returning the smile. "lets finish and get you dressed. then, if the kids don't need anything, we could spend some time together, yeah?" you offered, nagito simply nodding.

"i'd like that."

#nagiluvz #servant x reader #servant nagito #servant nagito x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #udg #udg x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #এㅤnagiluvzㅤ⪩ ⪨ ─ writings/requests !! #BRO I WOKE UP WITH MY RIGHT EYE HURTING AND THE NASTIEST HEADACHE AND TRIED TO SLEEP IT OFF ONLY TO WAKE UP AT 4 IN THE GODDAMN AFTERNOON #shitting tears

[fullmoonfireball]

finally snapped and decided to Monster High-ify some of the monster AU designs because I’ve had that idea rotating in my brain for a while now

some notes under the cut if you’re inch rested

Jazz:

Aspmine is... a real stretch of a pun, I know, but I couldn’t come up with anything better. I considered “Jaserpent”, but that felt way too clumsy. and yes it DOES feel weird to spell her name with an E at the end, but “Aspmin” didn’t look right. also I changed his last name/parentage to fit MH’s continuity better.

Asp’s style is overall wintery, with a bit of greek influence and a healthy does of accessories (pins, patches, etc.)

the hair+hat was inspired by Deb from The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, because their normal “haircut” didn’t quite fit the MH vibe unfortunately 😔

I know logically I should’ve made their mouth look more cute/feminine with lipstick and such (probably something comparable to Venus McFlytrap’s mouth), but I’m too attached to monster!Jazz’s =} face to draw him any other way

the ‘snake’ around Asp’s neck isn’t real. it’s just a fancy knit scarf. the belt, however, is snakeskin! or it’s supposed to look like it, at least.

the other Gorgon characters have legs, I know, but hear me out. I hate drawing high heels. Deuce and Viperine look pretty different in terms of monstrous features, and there are Monster High dolls with tails instead of legs, so I think I can keep her shape the same, as a treat. plus it reflects the og AU’s Weirdness in their family (with having some cockatrice in the family, which helps a little to explain how her cousin is a siren)

Guy:

yeah I... couldn’t figure out a good pun for him. I tried to work in a “John Doe” angle because of how “Guy” (pronounced like “gi”) looks like the word “guy”, and noppera-bō are faceless, but I couldn’t make it flow right. so instead, his last name is just “whose face” (誰の顔) bc it was the best thing I could come up with

unlike Jazz, I didn’t decide to tweak his family to be related to Kiyomi Haunterly. nothing against her (I haven’t even seen Haunted), but noppera-bō are generic yōkai and as opposed to specific individuals like the Gorgon sisters, and if other generic creatures can have multiple unrelated characters, so can they.

I had to give ONE of these boys that Generic Manster Drip™, and with Guy being a jock who I often portray in a letterman jacket... yeah, he was the obvious target. I think I managed to spice it up enough to 1) show that he’s fashionable “despite” being a jock, and 2) add enough monstrous flare to it, though.

I thought about adding more distinctly Japanese elements to their outfit (kind of like Kiyomi’s sailor collar necklace...thing) but I wasn’t sure how to go about it. the popular male school uniform didn’t combine well with the letterman jacket look, and putting a buttonup shirt under the jacket made him look too formal for these purposes.

yes, the back pack is meant to be a stand-in for JPG’s.. JP. not much to say about it other than the fact I’m probably a little too proud of the transparency effect with it and his hand.

speaking of the transparency, I’m actually pretty happy with how it looks on him! I usually portray monster!Guy as just a normal-looking guy until he wipes his face off, since that’s how noppera-bō are, but the more ghostly elements were really fun to add, honestly. the white lines for the face especially were a little tricky, but look really satisfying!

I also made his hair lighter and a bit ‘cloudy’ to capture the look that most MH ghosts have with their flowy hair, while still keeping it the texture intact.

Rookie:

coming up with a good name for him was a pain in the ass. I tried to do something based off “transform” (bc heehee he’s trans), but it didn’t feel right. I also tried using “Buddy” as his ‘nickname’ for a while since Dog, but I eventually settled on using his original ‘nickname’, because it offered a funny bit of irony when paired with him being a werewolf. the last name also might have been stolen from an ancient MH OC of mine, but we don’t need to delve into that.

I still don’t really know how his family situation works in the actual AU, but here he and his siblings (a harpy and a merrow) are the adoptive children of a shapeshifter and... probably a living sculpture? I haven’t actually decided for sure what Polaris and Callie Graphee are in the main AU yet.

technically, Rookie’s a wulver and not a werewolf in the monster AU, but even ignoring some jokes I’ve made about the idea of his AU self being a werewolf... he’s literally a werewolf in canon. I’m allowed to take this “liberty”.

okay, onto actual design notes! I tried to keep his summery Funnie Guy fashion style from canon but... he turned out a lot more alt than I intended? I don’t dislike it, but it’s interesting that the look ended up taking such a turn without my intent.

at first I tried to give him the letterman jacket, because I think it’s an underrated look for him, but... yeah no. too plain, and it felt redundant with Guy.

the suspenders were inspired by SCPPS’s design for Director!Rookie, because I think the loose suspenders are very charming on him!

decided to go with torn capris instead of his typical shorts to fit the MH vibe (since shorts are usually relegated to sport or beach lines), as well as emphasize the werewolf vibe.

to finish off that werewolf vibe, I decided to give him a collar choker, mostly inspired by the werewolves in Fright On!, albeit styled more like a normal dog collar than the spiked ones they have.

#Vesper's Art #Ace #Vesper's OCs #Jasmin #Jet Pack Guy #Rookie #monster AU #miscellaneous unnamed AUs #bc this is technically AU of an AU #Club Penguin #might do this w/ some of the other characters if people like this #these three are just the ones i had Ideas™ for

[koishua]

❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❞

❍ in which a misadventure as a newcomer leads you to your first ever friend in the big city of seoul.

❍ pairing: goo gunil x gn reader

❍ genre: fluff, strangers/neighbors au, non-idol au

❍ length: less than 0.600k words

❍ warnings: none

❍ author's note: hi hi xjxhb since gunil did study at berklee irl, why not in the SNU in this au 😔. the way i have tons of inspo for these boys while my other masterlists are suffering 💔

❍ taglist: @kdyism @beombon @yourlocalhotgf @jensrose @yyxy27 @woo-minhee02 (click here to be added to my taglist!)

reblogs/feedbacks are very very loved and appreciated here <3 thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!

basic knowledge of korean could only help you so far when you had only just arrived in seoul as a foreign student, ready to immerse yourself in its culture and customs in order to learn the language. currently, you are are stuck at an intersection with no hope of ever arriving at your destination— really, all you had wanted to do was find the apartment you were offered to spend the next fourteen months in. but again, your inability to map out your route, no matter the language, gave you a handicap you had not added to your pros and cons list of moving to a brand new country.

"i swear i just passed by this same convenience store a little earlier. where the heck is that place?" you scratch the nape of your neck deep in thought, frustrated over having spent at least half an hour wandering around. according to google maps, you had to take a right turn and walk straight through a small street to get to where you want to.

"are you lost?"

you jump out of your skin when you feel a presence standing some feet away from you, not having noticed his approaching footsteps from across the other side of the road. even with the mask over most of his facial features, you are still taken aback by the man.

"no," you reply, uneasy about admitting your vulnerability to a complete stranger, facing the guy who looks to be around your age, "i'm just waiting for my friend here."

he chuckles, seeing right through the small lie, "you still have the app on."

you look down at your phone screen that you had been holding at an angle that allowed him to get a full view of the map you had been scrutinizing earlier. "oh," you slide the device back in your pocket."

he adjusts his grip on his bag, "i'm gunil, studying music at SNU. i could take you to the place you're going to if you want, i happen to live right around the same place!"

you raise a brow at him, "you do?"

he nods his head, telling you his adress and sure enough, he lived two buildings away from you on the same street. "i share the place with a few other of my band mates."

"you play in a band? that's cool, what do you do?" you ask while he leads you through the road, walking beside you. he did seem like the type to be in some sort of a music group, now that you think about it— he had that very specific charm that came with it.

goo gunil, as he had elaborated further upon himself, had moved to seoul from the united states— hence, the naturalness in his voice while he spoke english with you—to pursue his dreams of making music and played the drums in his band of six.

"see? we're here! apartment number twenty is right here," he stops before the relatively tall building, "and number eighteen is there!"

he points at another cream colored building, "it's where i live, so i'll probably see you around a lot!"

"thanks for bringing me here again, gunil." you sigh in relief, perking up with another thought crossing your mind. "wait! before you go, i had a question. is it okay for me to call you that way? i totally forgot to ask you your age."

he blinks twice, processing the question before bursting into laughter, "no worries, i'm okay with it. to be honest, i also forget the formalities from time to time."

oh dear, he had a very cute laugh.

#xdinary heroes fluff #xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes scenarios #xdinary heroes gunil #gunil x reader #gunil fluff #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes

[oldb1og]

That's completely fine! I'm just very desperate for Alfredo content- it's taking me months to finish my one-shot of him. Anyway, as for the request. Maybe Alfredo with an innocent/oblivious S/o? They don't get Alfredo's jokes and flirting, but still flush because it's just him being him? I hope this isn't confusing.

(man, oh man do I love this stinky man)

Alfredo sawyer w/ oblivious s/o-

● this man doesn't have any kind of filter whatsoever, you get hit in the face with his dirty jokes and comments from day one.

● it probably confused him a tiny bit the first time you made a confused face at his jokes.

● though once he realized you just didn't understand it, it definitely just added to his 'joke material' to use on you.

● he thinks it's the funniest thing when your face scrunches up in confusion before becoming flushed whenever he makes one of his flirty attempts at jokes.

● absolutely doesn't shy away from PDA of any kind so he will be loudly (this man does not have volume control) making comments about how good you look and be making jokes in the middle of public.

● one of his goals is to make you blush as possible, it gives him an ego boost to see you so flustered from his jokey complements.

● he would straight up die if you try to make a joke or flirt back (like RIP alfredo, your adult magazines will miss you 😔)

● even if you're not as extreme with them as he is, if you just said he was handsome he'd have a big ol' grin the rest of the day.

● I feel like he'd be the kinda person whos always around his partner, like either you're following him around or vice versa (might make some basic dating HCs and go more in-depth )

● so when you've been dating a while and you still blush and shyly smile at him despite hearing the jokes and flirting 1000+ times, it definitely warms his heart especially when he realizes it's him who makes you like that and not his "romance" skills.

#i finished this a lot faster then I thought i'd be able to lol #but i had a lot of fun writing it #might even make a one-shot of this request if i can figure out how to write his talking #tcm 3 #alfredo sawyer #texas chainsaw iii #x reader #headcanons