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polyklok · 8 months

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Movies I think Dethklok members would really like

No this is not based on anything I’m just in a mood™ rn

Nathan Explosion

Mad God

So, no, I did not have any ounce of an idea of what this movie was about when I originally watched it, and I’m still not 100% sure tbh but an hour and a half of these pure vibes would totally be up Nathan’s alley. The post-apocalyptic setting, all the gore, the details of the various monsters, and I think he would just really appreciate it from an artist’s standpoint as well. This movie would just resonate with him, even if he wouldn’t have a fucking clue what was going on the whole time.

Mary and Max

I’m, personally, a bit on-the-fence about this movie, but it is undeniably sweet and I headcanon Nate to be on the spectrum so 🤷

This would be, like, his guilty pleasure film. The movie he knows is for kids and is totally not brutal but he loves it anyway. The, “I do not feel disabled, defective, or a need to be cured” really hits for him every single time. He rewatches it at least once every few months, especially when he’s in some sort of emotional slump.

Mandy

Another one that just like, like, big Nathan energy, you know? He just seems like a guy to really love loose plots with trippy visuals and strong emotions attached to them. Also, this movie is so completely badass, it is certified metal in his book. He also finds the story incredibly tragic; having the love of your life stripped away from you in such circumstances really tugs at his heartstrings, but in a way that gets him pumped up rather than sad. This is probably his go-to when people ask, “what’s your favorite movie?”

Pickles the Drummer

Son in Law

Okay this is my guilty pleasure movie. I usually don’t like stoner-comedy from the 90s, but this movie hits different. Maybe I just find Crawl hot. Anyway, I’m projecting that onto Pickles. He honestly probably finds a lot of crappy comedies to be peak film, and this is no exception. Pauly Shore pretending to be a country boy for a whole movie? Hells yeah. Pickles would watch while high off his mind, laughing his butt off and going to town on some cheez-its or something. And you know what? He deserves it.

Opal

I’m counting short films because I feel like Opal is the movie for Pickles. He’d watch it on a whim, because these are not usually the types of things he enjoys, and then he’d in tears over the emotional rollercoaster he did not agree to go on. Like, he grew up in a neglective household with authority figures that were overly-selfish and projected their own problems onto the youngest one in the house, to which he had to hide within his own brain more often than not just to properly function. And then he just…watched it happen all again in the hypnotic style of Jack Stauber. The Mom’s song had him in gasping tears for a while, the way you get when a movie somehow perfectly captures your own trauma right in front of you. And the ending??? Ugh. Go watch Opal, guys, it’s on YouTube.

Nathan and Pickles both get very emotional about certain stop-motion films, isn’t that crazy?

House

Thank you to Lucy for this Letterbox review that I think he would write

Anyway-

This movie is actually so insane. It’s not scary in a horror-movie way, like it meant to be, it’s scary as in ‘What the hell is happening and why do I understand it?’ Pickles doesn’t like most traditional horror films, as the long, quiet suspense bores him and the sudden jumpscares freak him the hell out way more than they should. But he loves the campy-wacko-type horror that they were apparently making in 70s Japan. It’s just scary enough to get his heart pumping, but the pure silliness of it all overrides that, getting him in a giddy mood and excited to see what happens next.

(No I am not done but tumblr won’t let me add more pictures)

#polyklok is real #metalocalypse #dethklok #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #Nathan explosion headcanon #pickles the drummer headcanon

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pompurumi · 3 months

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gonna make a separate post for this one but buckle in... I've got lore. most of it is self indulgent, projection, and just AU shenanigans. Some are from before meeting Kenneth, some are after meeting Kenneth. David Firth wouldn't be proud of me.

Salad's human, in my opinion. After so many years of radiation poisoning you don't tend to look it, though.

Grew up in a neglectful and abusive household in England, somewhere north, and is the youngest of three siblings and a mother.

Most of his life before the wasteland is a blur now. It's all blocked out, but he does get the occasional flashback that pulls him into a meltdown.

Is trans, has a 🐱

Born May 6th, 1989 (35 years old)

Where Salad lives is a place completely disconnected from the modern world. No Internet, no new newspapers, no electricity or running water except for the hose a few tens of yards away from where he lives. A place that can probably make his strange appearance seem much more welcomed.

Has a pretty harsh history of self harm through masochism. I see his masochistic tendencies as an unhealthy way to reclaim all that pain he's had to endure. So all these nettles and the stabbing and cutting is just his way to cope, albeit in a very unhealthy way. Its linked to how he sees himself, how he thinks he's unworthy and his terrible TERRIBLE self esteem and insecurities.

Incredibly skinny, has a hard time putting on weight let alone keeping it.

This may seem very out there... but he is very vanilla. He wants to be swayed and guided, to be caressed, to be stroked, to be kissed and cherished, to be praised as if he's a goddess amongst men. he's a lil dewdrop, and he will be treated as such.

Very traditional. Don't let the cute outfits fool you, he has a very narrow mind on how people should act and be

Salad is extremely weak and frail. Personally, I imagine him to be fairly short, 5'6, and BARELY weighing 100lbs. His immune system is weak and he has the worst stamina known to man.

He's scared of children but loves babies, wishes to be a parent himself one day.

Terrible at cooking dinners but makes delicious cakes.

Despite Salad Fingers being portrayed as rather hairy, I personally think he's completely hairless. Again, because of a the radiation.

Loves summer rain !!!

After this, its more AU based and my little turn on Salad's fate. continue reading if u wanna !!

Meets a guy called Kenneth after almost freezing to death during a snow storm. The wasteland is actually very prone to having pretty extreme weather due to radiation or whatever, but he didn't realise just how bad it was gonna get. Meeting a human who spoke for himself was the most unsettling experience in his life.

Kenneth is based on Salad's dead brother.. lover? Idk what he was to Salad, but let's be honest it was probably just a random corpse he saw and his deluded mind saw a handsome man. He's got good hair, born in America but is ethnically Russian, and came to England only for a short while for a college thing he was doing. Is 26.

Used to smell like rotten flesh and mold, now smells like a bakery. Cleanliness means a lot to him now that he has the privilege to maintain himself that way.

Sews a lot. Blankets, outfits, pillows. Kenneth taught it to him as a way to distract himself from any self-harm or masochistic tendencies. (This is based off me lolol)

Shows his affection and love through biting and giving teeth marks. This can be on Ken's hand, arm, shoulder. Kenneth eventually learns this love language and gives him soft mouthed nibbles.

lastly... he loves, loves, LOVES!!! when Kenneth calls him names of endearment. His favourite are "bambi", "ducky", and "sweetheart"

Kenneth is friends with the human akins of Hubert, Jeremy, and Marjory, and they're all huge party animals and stoners. Salad gets high with them sometimes, as long as Kenneth's with him, though would prefer to stay as sober as he can incase anything goes wrong.

wooohoo! I've actually got a bunch more in my notes app, but these are all the ones I can think of at the top of my head. I've got a fair bit of nsfw too and all these silly scenarios, though I think you'd implode if you read them cause... they can get DIRTY. ANYWAYS IF UR HERE TYSM FOR READING I LOVE U 🎀🎀

#i could really go on and on about sf and his childhood but the last time i did i cried a lil #he can get really sad when you put him in a realistic pov #salad fingers #david firth #headcanons #ive got to get my priorities straight but making cute hcs for this lil guy is so fun 😼

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yapzone · 1 year

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my opinion on you based on your favorite childhood show except i grew up in the 2010s

adventure time: look i feel like everyone i know who watched this was either mature for their age or had older siblings who watched it

regular show: regular show kids were the stoners of elementary school. or you were a little boy with adhd

ninjago: you either had a crush on one of the ninjas or you thought the snake dudes were totally freaking cool. either way this is the pipeline into.. something.

chima: im sorry nobody cool liked chima. my brother said it was lame once so ive never watched it (he was right.) that said, you probably now feel the need to oppose the current thing all the time... or youre a furry

my little pony: you either were trans, had a tomboy phase right after, or ended up being a horse girl. btw, i am so sorry for what the bronies did to us.

littlest pet shop: i dont actually think this was anyones favorite. but if it was, you are a victim of capitalism and may deserve financial compensation for all the pet things you bought, JEEZ

gravity falls: this was the first true step down a long pipeline of nerdism for you, and things would probably be a lot different had you never seen this show. its also most of your humor

"this fella here is the pituitary. he may be small, but hes got biiiiig plans."

#adventure time #regular show #lego ninjago #lego chima #my little pony #littlest pet shop #gravity falls #2010s #yes im gonna keep doing these #theyre fun

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transboysokka · 5 months

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starting to post some of my abandoned wips so i dont feel like i completely wasted my time. If anyone wants to take this idea and run for it, PLEASE go ahead!

this was going to be a modern Zukka AU taking place during Ghost Month in Taiwan. Also trans Sokka. There were a lot of moving parts that just didn't come together. It drew inspiration from Druck Season 3 and also Marry My Dead Body somewhat

Zuko was going to slowly fall for this guy he met but actually it turns out he's a ghost and now they're attached. That was gonna be a Huge Reveal lol. Ghost Month is coming to an end but now Zuko is in love and can't lose Sokka so he agrees to a ghost marriage. They maybe live happily ever after? I hadn't had it all planned out lol.

Character backgrounds:

zuko is half-Taiwanese (his mom is from Tainan but his dad is a famous Japanese businessman). He’s run away from home w Iroh so they live in a little place in like Sanchong or st bc it’s really the only area they can afford

Iroh owns a bubble tea shop that’s quite reputable in the community but it’s really no big deal at all bc there’s thousands of them around

Meanwhile Azula lives w her dad in that corkscrew apartment building by Taipei 101. You know, the one that EVERYONE knows houses all the rich and famous ppl in town and has a specific elevator dedicated to bringing your car up to your living room

Sokka and Katara are half First Nations Canadian and half Indigenous Taiwanese- probably Paiwan. because how awesome would that be. They came to the city for college but stuck around. Sokka worked at a math cram school and Katara works in a medical clinic. Her dad is super proud!

Sokka died tragically recently in a car accident

Katara lives in Ximen with Suki who does ballroom and is a personal trainer by day. She’s Sokka’s ex AND Katara’s ex lollll

Suki is Japanese

Aang originally came from Nepal to study in college but he stuck around to work for a big international NGO. He has a big sheepdog Appa and Momo is a cat. It’s a nightmare for his landlord. He lives in Da’an near the park, which is great to give Appa space to play

Toph is Chinese. She grew up in Xinyi with her parents, rich Chinese businesspeople who moved permanently to Taiwan right before Toph was born. She ran away from home during college and is living with Aang right now

ok the beginning of the plot outline:

It’s Ghost Month

Zuko is kind of a depressed weird stoner. Lives with Jet, Haru, and Song in a flatshare.

Haru is actually super gay

So Zuko is dating Jin and is soooo not feeling it.

Goes to G Star? one night, hangs out outside, feels a tap on his shoulder and looks over his shoulder. It’s sokka asking for a lighter and zuko is so intrigued by him

Zuko starts cancelling plans w his gf just to hang w Sokka who is super mysterious

Like Jin was gonna come over to have sex but Zuko really doesnt want to but then Sokka ends up coming over and theyre gonna watch a movie together omg?? But then suddenly Sokka is gone.

All his guy friends (Jet, Haru) are way more into girls than he is

Zuko has a party, invites Sokka. Sokka shows up with Katara and Zuko is like omg ew he has a gf

Weird and distant the whole party

Ignores Jin and she gets wasted

One of Haru’s friends tries to dance w him and he gets super weird

Has a weird panic attack, goes to get high alone

Comes back out when everyone is gone, Sokka is still here cleaning up

They kind of have a moment, Sokka sees how fucked up he is

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?” “You mean Katara? Katara is my sister.”

They stare at each other quietly for a minute and ALMOST KISS but then song comes home fighting with her boyfriend omg. The moment has been ruined it’s over now, noooooo

Nobody else up to this point has seen or interacted with Sokka (other than Katara but Zuko didn’t interact with Katara either)

and yeah idk

this would have been FUCKING EPIC

i might come back to it one day but yeah take it if you want

#atla #zukka #text #writing #i guess it can go in my writing tag sure yeah #taiwan

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palettepainter · 1 year

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Pallete, As I'm completely excited for the new muppet series, i have a question, how old do you think the members of this band was when they found each other.

My personal theory is that Teeth left home at 14 to 15 years of age, looking to be independent. (Based on what he said in 2015 muppets) Got his gold tooth, bought a van and picked up his friends on the way to start his life on the road, playing piano for others and for money. The first being Janice.

I've actually spoken with Snuff about this on Discord a couple of times, and it was only after we got excited over the idea of a potential origin episode about the band did I start diving into the idea of the "How DID they all meet?"

I know in the 2015 show they said Janice dated Teeth for a short while and I thiiink theres a clip from the og show of them in the ballroom segment dancing together?? I'm still not 100% sure on if I love or just like Janice x Teeth, mostly cuz Janice x Floyd will forever be in my heart

My hc so far for how they met is this, this is a very quick description as my idea may change after the show:

Teeth left home at 16 (I know in the 2015 show he said 14 but I doubt he would have left home THAT when he was a teen) and left for the big city after someone responded to his calling for musicians for a band. Alas things didn't work out so Teeth is left working shifts playing the piano at a local pub and living off tips and what money he brought with him. Just as he's about to throw in the towel he runs into Floyd (same age as Teeth) and Animal (a few years younger). They quickly strike it up as friends for a few days, Floyd letting Teeth crash at their place while he's low on cash. Eventually the trio hit the road after Teeth discovered Floyd's and Animal's knack for the bass and guitar

~Side note~ As for how Teeth got his gold tooth I imagine it happened later in his life when he lost all his baby teeth. I like to believe Teeth constantly changes the story whenever someone asks how he got his golden tooth, when in reality it was probably something really stupid, like he fell down the stairs and slammed face first into the floor and knocked his tooth out

They spend a few months travelling, grooving out when they can at pubs and on street corners. They only ever stay in one place for a few weeks to scrape up cash before moving to the next city, trying to find more band members along the way. One day the trio get thrown off a train they'd snuck onto and land in somewhere just outside of San Francisco. After days of walking the group take a pit stop to rest up where they bump into Janice peacefully meditating - it took a bit for her to actually notice them but she very kindly tells them she knows a place for he weary trio to recharge on their travels. The gang take temporary roost on Haight street (hippy street), a happy, thriving, laxed group of hippies (and a few stoners-) from all walks of life. The band are happily welcomed into the community and the locals are very enthusiastic about their music, more enthusiastic then any city folk have been! Over their stay Floyd probably develops a little crush on Janice, who though at first denies their request to join them on the road she changes her mind last minute and catches the next bus/train with them out of town

I'm not too sure about Zoot - I had the idea of him maybe being apart of Janice's little hippy community and, at the time, him and Janice are roommates and not yet together together (I do love the ship Zoot x Janice, I think it's cute and I like the idea of them being a thing in the past!), if anyones got suggestions feel free to share em!

Lips was the last to join (referenced in my story Well I Think You're Pretty Cool on A03). Lips grew up fairly poor and a lot of his clothes where hand me downs, going off from Snuf's (discord buds) HC's Lips grew up near the coastline where not a lot happened, but he grew a love for music thanks to the countless parties that would happen at the beach. He left home bright and with a skip in his step, not too sure how he bumps into the band, perhaps he overhears them playing in a pub on his travels and after the performance shyly offers his compliments . From there Teeth notices the little instrument case Lips is carrying around and Lips plays them a little solo on his trumpet, where the band applaud him, then ask him if he wants to join their crew

#Muppets #The Electric Mayhem #Dr Teeth #Floyd Pepper #Animal #Zoot #Lips #Janice

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yonce6496 · 2 years

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Hacketteer Headcannons

Dylan: He SCREAMS only child to me I feel like he comes from a very small family of just him and maybe a single working parent and his cat. Dylan grew up as a latch-key kid, which basically means you go to school come home to and empty house and maybe you’ll see your parents when they get home from work. Ever since he was little Dylan had never really fit in at school, he’d had a few friends here and there but nothing too memorable. Dylan was never able to visit any friends outside of school or have anyone over because he’d have no parental supervision at his house and no ride to get anywhere. So, all of Dylan’s childhood has been pretty much stuck at home and taking the bus to and from school. Dylan has been pretty independent and self-reflective with all that alone time, even though he gets lonely kind of often but he’s gotten good at distracting himself. With all that time he spent alone Dylan has gotten into a wide variety of hobbies and interests, he is truly a child of the internet. He spends most of his time playing video games, watching science and trivia video’s online and watching stoner comedies.

He doesn’t get to see his mom very often besides on the weekends. His mom usually won’t get home until late in the night sometime after ten pm, they’ll maybe eat dinner together watch a show or two together and then call it a night. Even still they have a fairly good relationship. Dylan knew he wasn’t straight from a young age and he never really knew what to make of it, when he was younger, he went through a phase of loving action movies (mostly cause of the shirtless buff dudes but that was a realization for later). Dylan had a best friend named Jackson growing up who he always kept in contact with, texting, playing games online or through discord or hosting watch parties. When they weren’t hanging out at school or online, he was always thinking of Jackson, and finding funny videos or memes to send him or recommending him good music. It wasn’t until one of the shows Dylan watched religiously, some Star trek knock off, had a gay kiss in its season finale that a lot things made sense for him. He was crushing HARD on Jackson, the next day at school Dylan was anxious to talk to him about the episode, his neck was warm and his hands were clamming up at the lunch table. Jackson said he hated it, he didn’t get why they wanted to include the kiss and was annoyed that it was one of his favorite characters, Jackson said he was probably gonna stop watching the show anyway. His heart sank to his stomach even more when their other friends chimed in agreement that it was a lame finale. That’s when he became super terrified of rejection and coming out to people in general. When Dylan got to camp and slipped into his camp persona he felt like a fraud because he was nowhere near as bold and outspoken at home as he let on and most of his jokes were just quips and references from his fifteen plus years of scrolling through meme’s and watching comedy skits online, Dylan has an encyclopedic knowledge of all the jokes he ran across. The small time he spent there at camp he’s grown a lot more confidence in himself than he’d had when he arrived. But spending this time here at Hackett’s Quarry has made him realize just how lonely he is back home, He’s made some of his best friends here and he’s mortified at the thought of having to go away to college and start all over again.

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #headcannons #hacketteers #drylan #radioheads

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jalapenyochips · 1 year

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hey, how are you doin'?? i just wanna thank you for fueling my fascination and adoration for behrad!! now i'm far from being updated on l.o.t (bc lack of energy + i think of some blorbos more than others). however!!! your behrad fics and art make me very '!!!' for this boi. it has spiraled me gathering info + things about him (scenes via gifs, some text posts, etc) without continuing the show, sksksk. he seems like a funky and awesome dude and i wish to skip lots of scenes just to see. . . this precious boi! i know this sounds weird but tell me the basics about him?? the wiki is just. . . eh in that regard, lmao. i know for sure, behrad's snuck his way into teh blorbo land of my mind!! i know i don't have to be too familiar with canon to be a fan of a character. . . however, i'd like to hear from your perspective!! and answer this whenever you can!!!

sending good ~~ vibes ~~ and good luck your way!!! once i got the monies, i hope to commission ya, someday!!! ✨✨✨

hello there!! so glad you're enjoying the fruits of my labor <3 target audience reached!

Behrad truly is a funky and awesome dude, and I wouldn't blame you for just skimming the show for all his scenes (bc i've done that more than a few times myself!) and the wiki truly is terrible! so just a few points that I feel like are the necessities are:

The Behrad we see following the s4 finale is from a timeline different from the one established in s3 (in which he dies helping Zari escape). In the new timeline, the Tarazi family never had to go into hiding, and Behrad is the one who joins the Legends during the totem storyline that takes place in season 3.

Zari in the new timeline, on the other hand, grew up as a child celebrity due to the events of the s4 finale, and becomes a superstar, which means Behrad grew up in her shadow.

When he was a kid, there was a reality show made about their family, Kardashians-style, that Behrad hated so much that he refused to take part, and he was replaced by an actor. This spiralled into a lifelong tendency to mask his real feelings and to be the laid-back and unbothered person he appears to be when we first meet him. It also contributed to his stoner habits, using weed as a coping mechanism.

That said, he does love Zari a lot. They just have a lot of unresolved issues that they've avoided talking about, and only confront in season 7.

It would probably take me more time than i'm willing to put in to explain much about him, though my fics probably say a lot of what i think i'd probably end up saying? especially if you're looking for my perspective on him as a character. the behrad tarazi tag on my other blog is probably another place you might find things, both from myself and from other people, though it's a bit of a mess in there! but i do think the best way to learn about him is to watch all of his scenes from s5-onward, as well as zari's scenes too (both versions, imo! z1's version of history is just as crucial to behrad as a character as the post-s4 version). I would especially recommend 6.09 "This is Gus", and 7.09 "Lowest Common Demoninator", as those are i think his biggest episodes and worth watching in their entirety!

thanks so much for the ask <3 absolutely rekindled my love for him a bit as it's been a while since i really thought about him this much! might have missed a few points here and there, but u know how it is with spaghetti

#answered asks #anonymous #and also he is bisexual i know this because he told me himself #ik i never finished the gif series. or the fic series. it'll happen ok i promise! when my brain decides to cooperate!

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wambsgraham-archive · 2 years

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One of the most interesting things about Cousin Greg as a character, I think, is how well he exemplifies the difference between confidence and ego in a way that I've never really seen elsewhere.

Like, Gregory Hirsch is not a confident person. He is the physical embodiment of awkwardness and anxiety. He just also happens to have a massive ego, and these two aspects of him barely ever conflict.

Although he may not be quite as decadently spoiled as the Roy children, I think Greg grew up feeling incredibly entitled. It's just that, while his cousins had the whole world scooped up in their silver spoons, Greg has always felt entitled to things that are forever just out of his reach. He could easily have been raised in the lap of luxury, but Ewan seems to have left Greg and his mom to fend for themselves instead, likely only sharing his wealth with them when he deemed it absolutely necessary. He's related to one of the wealthiest and most powerful families in the world, but no one would ever know to look at him, and the wealthy and powerful people in question barely acknowledge him. He grew up (presumably) middle class, but with the knowledge that he'd be inheriting a quarter billion one day. Ewan probably pressured him to work hard and get a real job, and his mom almost certainly told him he could flash his Roy heritage to get a cushy gig at the family business. He was told to work at life, but always had the vague sense that he didn't or shouldn't really have to.

And so he grew up feeling all these vague connections to something larger than life, but without any way to grasp at it beyond waiting for his grandpa to die. He grew up longing for the wealth and power of the rest of his family, likely seeing all the reasons he was denied it as pointless and arbitrary.

You think teenage Greg understood why Ewan denied him the silver spoon that all his cousins got for free? No way in hell.

Of course he grew up to be entitled, because I think in his eyes, there is absolutely no reason why he shouldn't have been level with the rest of the Roys since birth. He's spent his entire life saddled with this feeling that, even if he is only a middle class Canadian stoner, he is meant to be something more. He deserves to be something more. And though he's too nice and too middle class to expect others to defer to him, he does expect others to treat him as important and relevant.

He also, as a side note, grew up as not just an only child, but the only child in his entire branch of the family. He presumably has a history of screwing up a lot and begging his mom and grandpa for help (given how he acts in ep 1, and later when he needs a lawyer), so when there's an issue in the room, historically, it has usually has been about him. He likes and trusts the Roys way too much at the beginning to have been privy to their own various problems, after all. So he is, despite Ewan's best attempts, probably used to being the center of attention among his family.

So we have Greg: dorky, un-confident, entitled as hell, and used to being the star of his show. He craves money and power, but he doesn't want to work for it, because he feels like he's supposed have it already. He acts as though he's already one of the important ones and he'll do or say whatever he needs to move a step up the ladder. He is yearning powerfully for that larger than life sphere his family occupies, and though he probably doesn't consciously realize as much, reaching it is more important to him than anything.

This is how we get somebody too awkward for a functional conversation in the hospital with Marcia in ep 2, but still somehow convinced everyone might have been talking about him as his great uncle clings to life. This is how we get somebody whose first concern, when Roman suggests sending him to jail on the yacht, is insisting that he is worth more than a sprinkle, actually. It's why he's so thrilled when Tom calls him family in order to make him look at the cruise documents in ep 4. It's why he's delighted by Kendall's "I see you" when he tries his hand at blackmail for the first time. He loves the idea of being a Roy, because being one of the Roys means he's helping them to rule the world at least little bit.

Greg has always felt, deep down, that he is supposed to be somebody important, and nothing thrills him more than being acknowledged as such. He wants to feel powerful. And a foolish, immature, deluded part of himself has felt always that he's been powerful already.

He has never once in his life been the most important man in the room, but despite his shyness and anxiety, there is a deep subconscious part of him that very much feels otherwise.

#like I don't think Greg actually thinks he's all that great or impressive #I think he knows he's a dweeb. but a deep subconscious part of him feels entitled to being paid attention to anyways #like I don't know if he'd. if pressed to think about it. actually think of any reason he deserves to be in charge #but that doesn't stop his inner core from saying that he ought to be #he was denied royhood. and though that fact is almost certainly good for him #he has never gotten over it #succession #Gregory Hirsch #cousin greg #cousin greg my beloved #english major hours

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doverstar · 2 years

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Fyi for your Chrissy headcanons, if Laura Cunningham IS narcissistic, then it wouldn’t be weird for Chrissy to run away from Hawkins and feel miserable. My grandpa is a narcissist and my mom was a lot like Chrissy in hs—dancer, cheerleader—but she still ran away and moved from her hometown as soon as possible. Same with my bff who has a narc dad. Abusive parents are extremely draining on your soul and narc parents in particular have a way of clouding over all the happy parts of your life, so you can only see the bad. It’s really really really common. So if her mom was a narcissist, it would make sense for her to run away and generally hate her life.

Hi! Good thoughts.

1. I understand at least a little; I have a narcissistic sister-in-law, and while that’s not the same as growing up under a narcissistic parent, draining is the perfect word for her affect on me. I’m the villain of her life’s story. I hope I wasn’t communicating before that I was speaking for all narcissistic victims and not just this one fictional character in the scenario that her fictional mother might be narcissistic. Yiiiiiikes-

2. I did say it would make sense for Chrissy to want to run away if her mother was a narcissist, but again, that wasn’t proven. We got very little information on the exact nature of that mother/daughter relationship, other than the description “emotional abuse” from the email Grace Van Dien posted that she received about her character and her character’s mother. Plus all the Vecna visions didn’t exactly paint a happy picture.

3. I don’t want to project too much onto the characters/story if it doesn’t match up enough with/feel like what we saw in canon. If I did, then when I write for them, it will feel off to the reader (and to me as I’m writing it). Narcissism is a very specific personality trait. I’ve done loads of research trying to figure it out. I’m no expert or anything (I try not to be too confident in my own understanding of things) but I do know some things, and I didn’t rule out the idea that maybe they were trying to communicate that Chrissy’s mom is narcissistic. But we didn’t see that for sure in canon, so I’m not going to act like it’s canon. It’s just an idea.

4. I didn’t say it would be weird for Chrissy to feel miserable or want to leave if she had a narcissistic parent! I said it was unrealistic to assume she hates every single part of her teenage life. Even narcissistic victims, from interviews I’ve read, (and from talking to my husband, who grew up with his narcissistic sister) don’t hate their whole lives just because of the influence of the narcissist. They hate the parts with the narcissist. They feel undervalued, invisible, and unheard. Miserable for sure. And if Laura was canonically a narcissist, I’m sure Chrissy would feel miserable and want to get away. I even said she’d probably leave as soon as she hit adulthood. That I wasn’t debating. I was debating that it would make her hate her entire life and want to emotionally elope with Eddie Munson and become a stoner. Chrissy didn’t strike me as quite that brazen or life-despising.

Good thoughts. Good thoughts. Made me think!

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ogdencollegerp · 4 months

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MEET GREER’S CHILDHOOD FRIEND - THE MISCREANT.

{ FACECLAIM, AGE, GENDER, PRONOUNS } Is that FIRST NAME LAST NAME? A JUNIOR/SENIOR originally from HOMETOWN, they decided to come to Ogden College to study MAJOR. They’re THE MISCREANT on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

ABOUT THIS SKELETON: At what point did THE GOLDEN GIRL turn to gold ?? Or was she always this way ?? If anyone knows the truth, THE MISCREANT would, growing up as closely with Greer as they did. In fact, they probably know a lot of her secrets. But not where she went - The Miscreant “disappeared” (read: rehab) for a semester too. And coming back from a “mysterious” semester off in college is hard even at the most normal of times. With one student missing and another dead, The Miscreant has no idea what they’re walking into. At least they can’t be blamed for this….or can they ??

MAJOR PLOT POINTS THUS FAR:

Another disappearance from Ogden College - though this one didn’t seem to leave much a mystery. Everyone expected THE MISCREANT to have to go to rehab (type of rehab/program utp - behavioral/addiction/health reasons/etc) at some point, so truly - this was no big surprise. The timing paralleling THE GOLDEN GIRL’s disappearance certainly raised some questions, though.

When the Commons was set ablaze during commencement weekend, a group of students had been lured there by G. THE MISCREANT found themselves on the first floor, shortly before THE SIREN....fell.

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THE MISCREANT grew up with all the same people THE GOLDEN GIRL did… but perhaps the one they have the most in common with is THE UNFAVORITE. Nothing like being the family’s black sheep, right ??

THE HEDONIST and THE MISCREANT always managed to bring out the worst in each other in the past…depending on who you were asking. THE GOLDEN GIRL never seemed to think it was all that bad, rather the opposite - she encouraged it.

Is that THE GIRL NEXT DOOR hanging with THE MISCREANT now that they’re back on Ogden’s campus ?? What a scandal that could be. But THE GOLDEN GIRL always managed to get away with it, and they all grew up together so…why shouldn’t The Girl Next Door ??

THE ERUDITE STONER and THE SCHOLARSHIP STUDENT certainly weren’t exactly hurting without THE MISCREANT on campus last semester - but they won’t turn away the return of their business. Though the added worry of how much The Miscreant advertises for them isn’t always great - at least they could count on THE GOLDEN GIRL to keep their secrets.

Did THE FALLEN PRINCESS and THE MISCREANT ever make sense as a pair ?? Not quite, but with THE GOLDEN GIRL - her best friend - missing, The Fallen Princess is more than due to spiral out. And now they have just the partner in crime to do so back on campus. Or maybe she’ll be a good influence. Never worked before, though.

THE HOMEGROWN HERO could never do any wrong. With THE MISCREANT, the ultimate bad influence, back on campus maybe it’s time for that to change. Because if The Homegrown Hero is trying to follow in the steps of Greer, well.... THE GOLDEN GIRL definitely never shied away from misbehaving.

THE EXCHANGE STUDENT and THE MISCREANT both weren't on campus last fall, when everyone discovered THE GOLDEN GIRL was missing. Does that make them more or less suspicious ?? Well, only they can really know that.

THE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS and THE MISCREANT could’ve been set up to be best friends from childhood, a pair that could do no wrong. But, they went different paths, and somehow always ended up at odds, rivals for, among many other things, THE GOLDEN GIRL’s attention.

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indyflanery · 11 months

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Written Aesthetics / Types of People as Tim Burton Films

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Beetlejuice: 🪲📓👻

Obsessed with the occult and the afterlife, Air Sign Vibes, “I, myself, am strange and unusual”, loves The Addams Family, blunt bangs, gothic throw pillows, reads Edgar Allen Poe, morbid sense of humour, Poison by Dior, rescues spiders, wears funky hats and hair accessories, old wooden bannisters, collects strange things they find in thrift shops, probably makes sculptures or models.

Batman: 🦇🌃🚨

Reads/watches true crime, city lights reflected in puddles, good at keeping secrets, listens to Lana Del Rey, knows about all the secret raves and underground clubs, running across intersections in heels, Great Gatsby quotes, smashing champagne glasses, neon signs, jewellery is the way to their heart, police chases, holds grudges, charming, owns at least one item of leather clothing.

Edward Scissorhands: ✂️🌳🏘

Perfectly manicured gardens, can’t decide on a hairstyle (or an aesthetic for that matter), hopeless romantic, hardcore crushes on emo boys, writes poetry, gothic architecture, white roses, probably grew up in a small town, believes opposites attract, cautiously optimistic, the first snowfall of the year, yearns for the extraordinary, daydreaming, wants to stand out but also wants to belong.

The Nightmare Before Christmas: 💀🎄🌌

Likes Christmas but LOVES Halloween, unconventional pumpkin carvings, mood lighting, spiderwebs on wrought iron fences, knows how to sew, collects Halloween masks, has tattoos and piercings, injury prone, cemeteries at night, owns way too many candles, herbal tea, full moons, secretly a romantic, loves snow globes, winding tree branches, pining love ballads, black nail polish.

Corpse Bride: 🧟‍♀️🦋👰🏻‍♀️

Listens to classical music, skin is always cold, petals falling off dead flowers, clings to the past, trusts the wrong people, corsets, lanterns, someone brushing your hair for you, sad eyes, blue butterflies, believes in soulmates, self sacrificing, midnight walks, long dresses/skirts, blue veins, cobblestone paths, bruises/scars easily, earthy perfumes, “if you love something, set it free”.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: 🍫❄️🏭

Sweet tooth, can’t dance but does it anyway, purple velvet, watches slime videos, flamboyant sunglasses, heavily saturated landscapes, daddy issues, has no volume control, low key terrified of children, rolls their eyes a lot, eccentric, collects strange objects, has a unique laugh, expensive boots, avoids answering questions, fireworks, childhood flashbacks, the smell of burning sugarcane.

Sweeney Todd: 🪒🥩🩸

Has a nice singing voice, high functioning crazy, wears lace clothing, cool toned scenery, mysterious vibes, enjoys the doomed lovers trope, intrusive thoughts, stressed and depressed but well dressed, carnivore, bites their fingernails, can bake a mean meat pie, old horror movies, the little devil that sits on peoples’ shoulder, long skirts dragging along the floor, makes direct eye contact.

Alice In Wonderland: 🐇🕰🍄

Stoner, drinks out of irregular sized cups, patterned tights, cat person, rambles about philosophical topics, adventurous, talks to plants and animals, old garden furniture, vertigo, always losing their keys, lucid dreams, optical illusions, rebellious, can be stubborn sometimes, has strange celebrity crushes, probably vapes, bumps into furniture, abstract paintings, listens to pop punk music.

#Aesthetic image #Source: playsthetics

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playsthetics · 2 years

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Written Aesthetics / Types of People as Tim Burton Films

Beetlejuice: 🪲📓👻

Batman: 🦇🌃🚨

Edward Scissorhands: ✂️🌳🏘

The Nightmare Before Christmas: 💀🎄🌌

Corpse Bride: 🧟‍♀️🦋👰🏻‍♀️

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: 🍫❄️🏭

Sweeney Todd: 🪒🥩🩸

Alice In Wonderland: 🐇🕰🍄

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— out of reach | gojo x reader

request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎‍♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz

pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?

warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D

notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3

word count: 10.5k

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If you’re going to be honest, having Gojo as a roommate is something completely unexpected.

Not only are you two from entirely different worlds – him as a jujutsu sorcerer and you as an average human who can’t see curses – but he’s also just someone who is entirely out of your league. He’s respected and looked up to in his field of work, while half of your co-workers don’t even know your name, much less notice you in function parties where you mostly just nibble on sushi before calling it a day and turning back home.

You and Gojo met in elementary school. You could tell from the way he’s surrounded by servants and stern looking adults, firm hands on his small shoulders, that he was different from everyone else.

Apparently, he comes from one of the three big clans in the jujutsu world or whatever. You honestly don’t care about any of that, because Gojo refuses to act maturely about his role in the clan. You still remember how quiet he was on the first day of school, never smiling and keeping to himself despite your persuasion to eat lunch with him or play with him after school in the courtyard.

You miss that Gojo Satoru – the quiet, serious kid who was far too gentle in his actions yet firm in his words and beliefs. When you were still a little girl, you admired how he seemed older than his age, a wistful look in those azure blue eyes of his that you’ve always loved.

To you, Gojo Satoru was your hero. You’ve always been one of the shortest kids in class, and it didn’t help that you really loved pigtails all the way until middle school that made you an easy target from immature people who’s being hit way too fast by puberty and growing each passing day. You never minded your short stature because really, it’s just height, but you couldn’t ignore how your confidence dwindled each day when they called you several array of nicknames.

Too shy to fight back, you’d laugh it off or force a smile.

Gojo wasn’t having any of it. He’d break his silence and immediately pull you to his side (which only made things worse because Gojo was one of the tallest kids in class, further emphasizing how small you are right next to him) before threatening to smack the kids right in the face.

The threat should be enough to land him detention, but because he’s Gojo Satoru, the golden kid everyone loved, they took his word seriously.

At the age of eleven, you started seeing your best friend as your knight in shining armour. Gojo basked in this, growing protective and always glaring at whoever snickered when you walked past them. Sometimes he even bared his teeth to hiss at them, which was honestly so ridiculous now that you think about, though the message – the threat – always came across loud and clear.

So yeah, you love Gojo, you still do.

Years flew by and the two of you grew apart due to work and also as a part of growing up. You still kept in contact, messaging each other once a month to ask the other how they’re doing. His work kept him extremely busy though, and Gojo didn’t want you involved in the dangers of what he’s doing, so he makes sure to keep a safe distance.

Until six months ago, you hear a banging on your door. You’re just about ready to throw hands because your former roommate moved out to live with her stoner boyfriend, leaving you to shoulder all the bills and responsibilities of maintaining a two man apartment.

A sneer forms on your lips as you swing the door open, a scowl already on your face. You assumed it was your roommate who returned to get the pair of lace panties they left in their room, but instead, your childhood friend stands before you, taller (seriously, how has he not stopped growing?) and definitely a lot hotter than the last time you saw him.

One thing leads to another, and now it feels like there was never such distance between the two of you with how easily you both fell back into a comfortable – yet chaotic – rhythm and routine of being each other’s roommate.

Not that you mind, of course. Gojo’s definitely changed a lot from when you were kids. He’s no longer that stiff or sensitive when it comes to others. In fact, it seems like he loosens up a lot more with age, because you can barely recognize the man living under the same roof with you now.

For one thing, Gojo is loud. Like really talkative, won’t shut the fuck up and speaks like he’s in a screaming contest with someone. It doesn’t matter if you’re taking an important phone call or sleepwalking at three in the morning to pee, Gojo is always creating some sort of ruckus.

You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved it. You love him.

He’s definitely a lot more enthusiastic and fun to be with now that both of you have grown up, or in Gojo’s case, simply aged. His maturity reversed backwards because it feels like you’re taking care of a little kid.

Not only does his body clock is practically non-existent, he’s also horrible when it comes to taking care of himself and being punctual with work.

Fortunately for him, you love him, and you both leave for work at the same time. You always wake up earlier to prepare breakfast so you’d both have energy to start the day – although you highly doubt there’s really anything that depletes his endless source of one.

Sleepily walking through the kitchen with your fist rubbing at your eyes, you rummage through the refrigerator for some eggs when you realize there’s none.

Huh, you think to yourself, scratching your scalp. You’re sure that Gojo went grocery shopping last week since it’s his chore to do the outside stuff like buying groceries and throwing thrash, so where did it go?

You open shelf by shelf, checking each corner and shoving cans aside to look for the tray. With a glare, you stand on your tiptoes to pull the pantry open, only to have your mouth fall aghast because it’s all there – right at the back where you can’t reach it!

Fucking Satoru, you grit your teeth while heaving your body up onto the counter. It’s a struggle because not only are your muscles still half asleep, but because the shelf is right in your face, and if you’re not careful enough, you could hit it right with your face and fall over. Of fucking course you know Satoru did this to make fun of you – and now you retract your statement over your best friend.

It’s all a lie.

He’s a pain in the ass. Why do you even bother cooking for him and letting him live literally just a room away when you know he won’t stop pulling shit like this?

Because, the nagging voice in your head tries to mock, he’s your best friend and you can’t really say no to him. This makes you huff as you carefully pull the tray towards you, hooking two fingers at the edge while your other palm grips at the end of the counter for support. No thanks to your short limbs, you’re practically hogging the shelf by now in an attempt to reach it. You look ridiculous, that’s for sure, and you make a mental note to keep Satoru’s windows open tonight so he freezes to death –

“Aw, cupcake,” a sing-song voice emerges from the other side of the room. “You look so adorable. You should’ve woke me up if you need my help.”

“Fuck off, Satoru,” you flip him off. The man only laughs, the rambunctious sound echoing off the walls. It’s way too early in the morning and he’s already so damn loud; something builds up at the back of your head out of frustration already. His grin only gets wider when you finally got the eggs and clutch it your chest, setting it down on the counter while wiping your sweat away from your face. “Freeloader,” you mutter under your breath, ignoring him when he happily skips over to you.

“Ouch,” he places a palm over his chest, although you both know he’s never really affected by anything. “So what’s for breakfast today? You?”

“You know, I can kick you out anytime I want. I’m being extremely nice even going as far to cook you breakfast before you leave for work, so don’t test my patience.”

“Exactly, my best friend is so kind,” Satoru grows the audacity to rest his arm on your head. This triggers a reflexive response from you; shoulders tensing up and hands curling into fists beside you. “I would totally date her if she wasn’t such a temperamental little devil,” you nearly stab him with a fork with his statement, which he thinks he’s being so sly for but you heard it, and you’re most definitely not pleased with it. “Okay, I’m kidding! I’m going to go shower now!”

You roll your eyes at him and heat the pan over with some oil, muttering under your breath that you’re really going to kick him out soon. As if things couldn’t get worse – as if Satoru couldn’t get any worse – he smacks your backside in the process before darting to the showers.

“Gojo Satoru!”

“Morning, best friend, love ya!”

You were right. He is a pain in the ass.

“You don’t always have to walk me to work.”

“I know.”

“So why’re you still here? I’m not a little kid anymore,” Contrary to your words, you stick closer to Satoru when the morning rush of workers and students begin to crowd the streets. Your best friend notices this with a small smile, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Don’t even try, Satoru.”

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“I know that look on your face,” you fiddle with the buttons of your uniform, sighing when Satoru follows you inside the bus after tapping your phone for two seats. It’s not a surprise to you anymore that most of your expenses are spent by him, for him, and he lazily sprawls his long limbs across the seat before you pulling you down right next to him.

As much as you hate this man, especially because he smirks at the attention he’s receiving from women – even men – in the bus, you have to admit he’s warm and smells damn good. You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking around in slight self-consciousness before inching a little closer, just to feel his warmth. He’s comforting – irrationally so – so you set your bag between the both of you to keep your sanity. “If you keep doing this, Principal Yaga might fire your ass because you’re never on time.”

“Trust me, cupcake, he won’t. I’m too valuable for that.”

How you saw that coming – you can’t tell anymore. The bus ride is relatively quiet and eventless, with you dozing off every now and then because you’re never a morning person. Thankfully, Satoru is more respectful this time around, lolling your head until it drops to his shoulder. After that, he snakes his arm around your waist before resting it on your thigh as a way to say you don’t have to head bang every damn second and just sleep.

On any other occasion, you would’ve hated it. You always look so small whenever you’re in Satoru’s presence. It doesn’t help that he’s long and lanky, either, his slender fingers effortlessly caressing your thigh while almost your entire body is flushed next to him. But right now, he’s too warm, too soft, and you’re too tired that for just a little bit, you allow yourself to relax.

A beeping wakes you up a moment later. Opening your eyes, you push yourself off Satoru when you see an old lady reaching for the handles. No one gave up their seats for her even as the bus driver asked her to find a seat lest she’d fall.

“Grandma, here, take my seat—” You’re about to stand up and offer it to her when Satoru tugs you by the wrist. Because of your small, wobbly composure, pulling you to him takes little to no effort. You end up on his lap, sitting on him as if you’re nothing but a small, dainty schoolbag. Satoru is clearly enjoying this because you feel him breathily laugh on the back of your neck, charming – annoyingly so – as he gestures to the now empty spot beside him.

“It’s no worries, Grandma. She’ll be fine,” he gestures to you, patting your head like you’re some puppy. “Please, take a seat. The bus is already moving.”

“Satoru, get off me,” You wriggle yourself from his hold, which only ends up in wasted effort because this big oaf doesn’t even budge. He even bounces you on one of his thighs, and you dig your nails into his arms as a silent plead for him to stop. He ignores this, ignores your small whines and the apparent embarrassment that has you debating whether to punch him or hide yourself in the safety of his uniform.

“She’s a feisty little one, isn’t she?”

The old lady watches the two of you banter, giggling behind her wrinkled hands. “You’re an adorable couple.”

“I think so too!”

“You’re so going to pay for this, Satoru,” you grumble, face planted onto your palms. This is it – the worst day of your life. It’s even worse because despite your protests, you have to admit his lap is actually comfortable. You’ve already known this before after countless times of cuddling with Satoru during movie nights, but its different when you’re both out in public. It feels...oddly intimate and maybe even romantic when he rubs soothing circles at your back, almost as if apologizing for this event. Most of all, you just hate the way something pools beneath your stomach at having him so close to you like this. “This is so embarrassing. I’m practically crushing you with my weight.”

“Please, cupcake, you barely weigh anything. I could easily lift you off with just my finger,” when you elbow him in the chest, Satoru only laughs, raising both hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing.”

You give up. No one seems to be paying much attention to any of you anyway, so you sigh, letting yourself hide in the crook of his neck as you watch the city pass through the windows. Your body moves as his chest rises and falls from his breathing, the movement oddly comforting. It’s embarrassing – it really is – but at least the grandma was comfortable until Satoru drops you off near your building.

“You don’t have to walk me all the way there.”

“Why not? You don’t want people to see us together or something?”

“No,” you stare at him from the corner of your eye. It’s no secret Satoru is attractive. This bastard knows it too, judging from the way he confidently and arrogantly swaggers next to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked with no care in the world. “My co-workers keep asking me for your number every time I tell them we’re not dating. It’s getting annoying at this point how they go Satoru this and Satoru that.”

“Am I hearing it right? Is cupcake jealous?”

“I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted,” you correct, “They don’t know how much of a pain you are to have around. They’re so focused with your looks that they completely overlook the fact you can’t even wash your dirty underwear!”

Satoru frowns at this, pointing his finger to you as if you’ve accused him of a huge crime. “Hey, I wash my underwear.”

“Yeah and last time you did, you mixed it with whites! My work uniform turned a stupid shade of blue! Now I can’t picture the colour of your boxers out of my head and it’s giving me a headache!”

“Wow, Y/N,” the smirk on his face and the sudden drop of nicknames lets you know you’ve said something wrong. Even behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes are just sparkling with amusement. He’s enjoying this way too much. “I never thought you’d ever picture my boxers. I mean, I don’t mind showing it to you if you ask nicely—”

“Ugh, you’re so hopeless. I’m going to work.”

Gojo laughs when you jog away from him. He catches up with you in a matter of seconds, only having to take a few steps forward before he’s right beside you again. You’re unsure if you should be annoyed it’s so easy for him to always be right next to you, and how he almost always is right next to you while you prefer running away. It muddles with your heart and mind so much you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to be swayed by the sickeningly sweet sound of his laughter. “I can’t pick you up later, okay? I might work overtime!” (that’s a lie since Gojo prefers shopping and sightseeing)

Both of you know that’s a lie. Gojo never works overtime. He’s going to work for a few hours and so and call playing around with his students as “on-hand learning” before he goes shopping for stupid souvenirs and wild-flavoured mochis, then end his day by sightseeing and coming back home.

“Wasn’t expecting you to,” you mumble, waving goodbye to him as the office doors close. Slowly, Satoru’s grin and enthusiastic farewell fades into view until nothing but the pale, silver walls of your office greets you.

Funny how you claim to hate this man so much, yet the moment he’s out of sight, everything becomes dull and pointless.

It’s an absolutely shitty day. Your equally shitty boss blames you for something you didn’t even do, all because his incompetent secretary – who you’re sure he’s sleeping with – lost this month’s report and claimed she handed it to you last week when you’re not involved in that kind of work. Logic doesn’t come by them because your boss publicly humiliates and scolds you, calling you all kinds of names until tears are streaming down your face.

You slam the door shut the moment you get home, kicking your shoes off as you head straight to your room. You don’t bother taking your makeup off anymore as you change into a loose shirt and floral cotton shirts, padding to the kitchen after seeing Satoru is well nestled into the couch.

At least someone’s had a good day.

Seeing as the sink is empty, he probably hasn’t eaten dinner. This makes you sigh, because when will he ever learn to look after himself? He’s literally like a child.

Satoru pauses whatever he’s watching before he hovers over you, head tilted to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity. You ignore him and begin to set down some bowls and chopsticks for dinner, all the while Satoru is studying every inch of your tightly pulled face. “Bad day?” he concludes.

“Hmm.”

“Bad day it is then,” he nods to himself. “I can cook dinner, if you want.”

“And have you burn my apartment? No thanks,” you scoff, pushing him aside to retrieve the pans when you see that he’s placed them above again, even after you’ve reminded countless times to just leave it near the holders in the sink. “Ugh, why do you keep putting the pans in this shelf? You know I can’t reach this. I’ve had enough with you pulling pranks on me, and don’t think I’ve forgotten you placed my shampoo above the shower head today, you idiot,” you snarl and hop over the counter again to get the pans, trying your best to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall. “You’re really bothersome, you know that?”

“Then why don’t you kick me out?” he challenges, completely oblivious to how you’re struggling – both physically and emotionally. “You always complain about me being a nuisance here, but you’re not really doing anything to keep me out.”

“Because where else would you go?”

“Technically, I have a room back at the Institute.”

“Yeah, but because you’re so stupid and reckless that you got kicked out of your own home,” you spat out, and you watch as Satoru raises a brow at your statement. Banter is common between the both of you, but something about the intensity of your gaze lets him know you’re serious this time around. “I don’t even know how Yuuji puts up with you. That poor Megumi is right when he says you’re insufferable. You’re good for nothing!”

Satoru scoffs, “Fine, if you hate me that much, why didn’t you just say so earlier? I could easily pack my bags and go since I’m just making everything harder—” Satoru doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying when your hand over the counter that acts as support slips under you, and you fall, legs bent awkwardly while you scream, preparing yourself for the impact. The pan is long forgotten, your only thought was oh my god, so this is how I die.

But it never came, and you keep your eyes shut tight even as warm hands cup your ass. Satoru is breathing hard under you. Finally gaining the courage to crack an eye open, your breath halts when you see that he’s sitting on the floor, with you safely nestled between him.

Satoru has always had pretty eyes, but it’s rare he takes off his blindfold off even when he’s home. This is one of those rare occurrences that he seems like a normal human, dressed in a gray sweatshirt that hands low from his collarbones and magnetic blue eyes staring right back at you. His touch is gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you, and his voice that is usually loud and teasing comes out breathy and hesitant.

“Are you okay?”

Your gaze drops down to his lips. He’s close, so close, that if you just lean a little closer you could – you snap out of your daze. “Get off me.”

“Cupcake, you’re the one who’s on top of me,” his voice falls an octave lower, eyes flitting down to your clothing – or rather the lack of it – before Satoru takes a deep breath. “Did you really have to wear that?”

“I have the right to wear whatever I want in the comfort of my own home.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” he raised a brow, this time completely in control of himself as he gazes back up at you with a burning gaze. You see nothing but the way one corner of his lips tilt up, almost teasing, and he looks so much like a shit-eater that you feel heat crawl down your spine.

You push yourself off him but your bent foot behind you slips, and you fall forward with your hands clutching his strong shoulders. Satoru catches your leg behind you, drags it forward until your knee is pressed in between one of your warmth, very much still enjoying the way you wriggle away from his hold. He knows his effect on you – but you deny this wholeheartedly.

“Careful, cupcake. This isn’t a slip and slide.”

“I hate you so much,” you bare your teeth at him, slapping his chest until he finally lets go of you. Turning your back to him, you pick up the pan and begin preparing your dinner, muttering curses under your breath as you heat up the stove. “I’m kicking you out tomorrow.”

“Why not now?”

“Eat your damn dinner first.”

Dinner after that is awkward. Although Gojo is someone who can wolf down his meal in three seconds, he takes his time in eating to start conversation with you. Sometimes he asks decent questions like how your day was or he’d talk about something stupid, but he’s quiet the whole time. He even volunteers to do the dishes before retreating to his room, coating the house in silence.

It almost feels like you’re all alone over again.

You’ve gotten so used to him being an utter mess everywhere that when he’s not trying to piss you off and actually giving you the much needed peace, you begin to hate it. Memories of the rude things you’ve said to him a while ago play and in your head, and you bang your head against the wall repeatedly.

How are you supposed to apologize to Satoru now?

The answer doesn’t come until you stare at your walls, wide awake at midnight. The house is still eerily silent and you don’t stop shuffling around your bed in discomfort. Many times, you wished that Satoru would shut up and leave you alone, but now that he’s actually done that, it feels weird. Uncomfortable. It feels wrong.

With a grunt, you kick off the sheets and carefully tread to his room, knocking lightly in case he’s already sleeping. “Satoru?” you call out, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Are you awake?”

You’ve seen Satoru angry as kids before, but what would he be like now? Would he still want to be your friend? Would he still annoy you by hiding your things somewhere you can’t reach? Or would he be the who is now out of reach? If he leaves...who’s going to walk you to work? Who’s going to complain he doesn’t want to do groceries but buys you things you don’t ask for but want anyway? Who’s going to keep teasing the living daylights out of you if not him?

All these thoughts claw at the back of your mind until your bottom lip trembles. You hate how weak you feel; how you’re never careful with your words.

You never meant it when you said all that.

Your train of thought is cut off when the door swings open, revealing an equally tired-looking Satoru. At the sight of you peering up at him with glossy eyes, he pushes the door wider and steps closer to you, his large hands cupping your face as he leans down in worry. “Cupcake,” his brows pinch together, “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”

“I just wanted to apologize for everything I said,” you blurt out, “I was just tired from work and my boss was being shitty, so I wasn’t totally myself that time and I’m really sorry I took my anger out on you. I didn’t mean it when I said you’re insufferable and that I’m kicking you out so – yeah,” you breathe out, trailing your gaze downwards to stare at your feet instead. It’s difficult to look him in the eye right now. When you finally gain courage to speak again, it barely comes out as a whimper, your hands delicately tugging at his shirt. “Please stay. I like having my best friend around here.”

Satoru doesn’t answer.

You’re about to look up at him just in case you’ve said something wrong, or worse, he refuses to forgive you, but then – “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t kick me out. You’re too much of a darling to say no to me.”

Sigh. Satoru laughs when he sees your shoulders deflate, absolutely shattered in exhaustion. Hiding your smile to now show him you’re relieved, you punch his chest that really feels like a fly had accidentally flew into him. “Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. And here I thought I could have a serious conversation with you for once.”

“Apology accepted,” he beams, tilting your chin upwards so you could look at him. Even in the darkness of his room, his eyes glow, leaving you hypnotized in its beauty. “Plus, I think I’m the one who should apologize. You’re right; I haven’t been the best roommate and I am a freeloader,” he scratches the side of his head in thought. “But I do buy you food all the time though.”

“Yeah, with my money,” you counter, but you don’t really care anymore at this point. You’re beyond elated you’re both fine now, and you shyly gesture to his big, warm bed that suddenly looks so comfortable. “Can I stay here for tonight?”

“You want Satoru’s bear hug?”

“Yes, I do.” There’s no hesitation in your words and you don’t complain anymore when he easily picks you up like a ragdoll using only one arm. He’s surprisingly gentle when he places you both down on the bed, sheets warm and soft as it blankets over you.

It would be perfect – except it’s so damn awkward.

Gojo’s long limbs are everywhere. Your face is pressed into his chest, both your legs tangled together. His arm is sprawled over the curve of your hip, his hand nearly grazing your ass that’s barely covered by the thin material of your shorts, but if he shifts, he’ll end up cupping the back of your thighs which is equally uncomfortable.

He seems to be stuck in the same position because you’re so small, and your knees are grazing his groin. Had he known you’re going to sleep with him, he would’ve worn underwear or even boxers under his sweatpants.

He’s never told you before, but he prefers to sleep in the nude. Satoru only picked up the nearest pair of pants when he heard you knock, and even then, he didn’t have the time to wear a shirt.

Your breath is hot on his skin and he’s so sensitive and aware of all your movements. Satoru clears his throat awkwardly, shifting until his arm lightly holds your back instead, but then he pulls away as if he’s touched fire when he’d unknowingly fiddled with your bra clasp instead. It’s so painfully awkward that Satoru chuckles above you, while you scrunch your nose, silently praying to the heavens above that he won’t hear how loud your heart is beating right now.

“Why is it so hot in your own room?”

“Maybe it’s time you get me an AC.”

“You wish, Satoru,” you mumble beneath him, making yourself as comfortable as you can with your cheek resting on his bicep. It’s not the softest pillow considering he’s pretty muscular, but he’s warm and smells like mint spice nevertheless. “You’re really not going to put on a shirt?”

Satoru sighs, a long and loud one that is extended for dramatic purposes. Suddenly, he pushes your knee off of him, grimacing and thanking the darkness that you can’t see how much he’s struggling right now. “Cupcake, this is hard for me as much as it is for you. You’re barely wearing anything.”

“Since when have you cared about what I wear?”

“I’m a man, Y/N,” is what he reasons with, “You’re lucky it’s me. Had it been someone else and you crawled into their bed wearing these—” Satoru pinches the waistband of your shorts, and you squeal in protest, only making him laugh afterwards before he lets it go and the material snaps back at your skin, “—poor excuse of what you call shorts, I can’t guarantee they’ll give you a peaceful night.”

You know exactly what he’s trying to hint at. Still, it’s hard to believe that Satoru is capable of seeing you that way.

It’s not that you feel you’re unattractive. You know you’re pretty and have been out on many dates, but it’s easy to feel that you’re not sexy when you have the height of a thirteen year old and you’ve been constantly chastised about it.

Satoru’s not-compliment compliment has your heart skipping a beat, and you scoff in response. “Shut up,” you warn lamely, “I want to sleep.”

“Then let’s sleep, cupcake.” You don’t know if it’s because you’re utterly exhausted that you doze off seconds later or if Satoru’s words just held power in them, but soon all thoughts of anything unwanted drifts out the window, his arms keeping you close, completely safe and sound until the worst nightmares couldn’t even come close.

Hot. It’s extremely hot.

You crack an eye open to try and find the source of this uncomfortable heat, but you freeze when you realize you can’t feel your muscles from the chin down. Panic rises in your throat once you see the current predicament you’re in, and a scream rips through your throat so loud that the birds outside scurry away in a flurry.

You’re wrapped in Satoru’s blanket and comforter, rendering you unable to move because of how he’d treated you like a burrito wrap. Even your toes are captured inside this hell, and only your head is able to wriggle side to side.

“Satoru!”

The culprit comes out of the shower a split second later, his hair dripping wet and only a towel hanging low from his lips. If you weren’t so hell-bent on killing him, you would’ve been speechless at the way water drips from his hair down to the curves of his abs, going down down down into a place only your darkest imaginations could take you.

Satoru bends over in laughter as he whips out his phone, jumping from angle to angle and side to side to take photos of you. “Fuck,” he howls, slapping his thigh while you snarl in an attempt to break free. “You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”

“Satoru! Get me out of here!”

“No, this is way too gold. I’m sending these to my students.”

“Satoru, I’m serious!” The devil incarnate himself falls deaf to your please.

Maybe it’s because the violent intent has coursed through your veins so strongly that a surge of energy and strength overcomes you, and soon, you’ve rolled out of the blanket. The fresh air nipping at your heated skin is most welcomed, but right now, you had a mission to fulfil: obliterate Gojo Satoru.

The platinum haired man is still laughing to himself, too distracted in scrolling through the best photos to send to his students that he doesn’t notice you escaping and zooming straight right at him.

The momentum is enough to catch him off guard until you end up on top of him, short arms clawing your way through to snatch his phone. Satoru yelps when his phone lands out into the living room and your hands come down to choke him. You don’t have plans to kill him, but you want to hurt him enough to remind him you’re not someone he can fuck with.

You’ve just about had enough of this man and you’re so sick of him!

Satoru yells out a “Hey!” when you let out a battle cry, using your legs to kick him back when he tries to sit up. Your plan backfires when your hands slip down his wet skin and you fall face forwards, hands barely touching the ground for support when your lips come crashing down on his.

He stills underneath you. It takes a moment for you to realize that holy shit, you’re kissing him and his lips are so soft that has you scrambling back, but Satoru doesn’t let you.

His large hand comes up at the back of your neck to pull you forward. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and Satoru slips his tongue inside when you do so. You no longer remember how you got here or try to make sense of what’s going on, because he feels so good, tastes so good that you bury your nails in his hair while he ravishes your mouth.

You’re so tiny that his hand cups your entire buttcheek almost possessively, a low growl emanating deep in his throat when your tongue eagerly intertwines with his. Satoru tastes like heaven and everything about the kiss is sloppy – tongue clashing with one another and teeth nibbling at the other’s lips. It’s clear both of you can’t get enough of one another as you moan in his mouth, shamelessly grinding on his crotch, suddenly thankful that you’re always wearing thin clothes when you feel him harden underneath you.

“Fuck, baby,” he pulls away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. “Yeah, just like that,” There’s something empowering about the way he pants at your ministrations, especially when you roll your hips faster across his erection. “Keep going, baby, you’re doing – fuck – so well.”

You smirk at his praises, latching your teeth on his neck to suck marks on them. Satoru groans at the same time you muffle your moans through his skin, his hands sliding under your shirt to tug the cups of your bra down. You nearly lose it when he pinches your nipple, bolts of electricity running down your spine at the contact. A moan breaks through your lips just as you come right there and then, the wetness of your sudden orgasm barely hidden in your flimsy underwear.

“Feel good?” he teases and drags your shirt down to the other side, but the post-nut clarity hits. And when it does, it hits hard.

Fuck. You just came from Satoru’s simple touches, and he’s so unsatisfied, still painfully hard underneath you but nothing but panic and regret washes over you like a strong tidal wave. Suddenly, you grow lightheaded as you push yourself off him, fixing your bra while ignoring the confused and hurt look on his face.

“I gotta go to work,” you run out the room, feeling your body tremble as Satoru runs after you. “Make yourself breakfast. I’ll eat on the way out.”

“Y/N, wait!”

You know you’ve just ruined everything – that nothing will ever be the same after that – but you’re scared, utterly and remorsefully so, that you slam the door right in his face as if you don’t have any idea how much you broke him.

You’ll never forget the way Satoru’s face fell when you left.

Just as you thought, nothing is the same after that. The tension is so thick around the apartment you make an effort and go out of your way just to avoid him and the apartment completely.

It’s cowardly – you know this much – but do you ever try to fix the friendship you cherish but shattered completely? You don’t. You don’t because it only crashes down onto you now that maybe your feelings for him aren’t just platonic, after all. It’s even worse because you touch yourself at the thought of him filling you up when he’s asleep, all because you want him so bad and the mere presence of him has your brain malfunctioning.

It isn’t entirely sexual either. Yes, you want to fuck him badly, but it scares you down to the core even more because you want so much more than that.

Now you understand why you always say he’s a bother but never asked him to leave. It’s because you like him, actually romantically interested in him. It makes sense now why you always felt so annoyed whenever your co-workers asked for his number, or how you’re immediately pissed off when Satoru talks about this hot woman he saw at work. You always chalk it up to an excuse you just hate how he can’t keep in his pants, but it isn’t true at all.

It’s because you actually like him – and you’re at a loss on what to do or how to deal with it.

The next few days feels like hell. Satoru isn’t stupid; he knows you’re avoiding him. He stops teasing you eventually and even buys takeout all the time when you lock yourself up in your room right after work, refusing to cook dinner or even eat all so you’d be spared the torture of looking at him.

He’d knock at your door and ask you to eat, but other than that, he’s respected your distance.

You feel like the most terrible person on earth. You don’t miss the way dark circles line under his eyes or how he’s lost his spark, barely even speaking to you when you’ve come or about to leave for work.

You’re alone the whole ride, as well, and it only dawns on you how lonely you are when Satoru isn’t always annoying you all the time.

But it doesn’t make sense. Why is he so bothered by it? Didn’t he regret it? It’s painfully clear you’re not Satoru’s type. You’ve seen the women he dated before, and you’re not close to them so why does he seem like he’s struggling with this as well? Or maybe...he’s just sad that his friend is avoiding him.

Yeah, that has to be it.

Satoru is a man. He was probably turned on at that time, but after giving some thought about it, he probably wants to keep his distance too. He’d be insane if he ever actually wants to date you – his best friend out of all people – because he’s Gojo Satoru and he could literally have everyone else.

You don’t care that you’re a coward.

You don’t care that Satoru is sad to see you this way.

You don’t care because you know he’ll reject you, you know he’ll be weirded if you admit your feelings for him. To him, you’re like his little sister. There’s just no way you two would work out. For now, you have to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. You just need some time to get over your feelings for him, and when you’re confident you won’t fall for him again, you’ll mend your friendship.

You just need time.

“So, Y/N, you still don’t want to give us your friend’s number?”

“Yeah, Y/N, you should share it,” your co-worker encourages by jabbing her shoulder to yours. It’s a lazy Friday night and the staff went out for dinner. You don’t usually come to these hangouts since dinner with Satoru is always much more fun, but he’s the last person you want to think about now, so you happily join them. Now, though, you’re starting to regret ever coming here. “If he’s really single like you said, then it shouldn’t be a big deal to ask for it.”

“Well, since you want it so badly, why don’t you ask him directly for it instead?” you snap, feeling anger begin to trickle. All you wanted was just one day where you don’t have to think of him, but of course they had to bring him up. It’s also annoying how they can never seem to get the message across that you don’t want them dating him. “Why do I have to be the messenger?”

“We haven’t seen him much. Doesn’t he always walk you to work?”

“He’s been busy with his job, that’s all.” And also because I’m avoiding him – so now he’s avoiding me too.

“He’s a teacher, right?”

“Oh, come on, guys, don’t be so dense,” your senpai chugged her drink rather loudly, catching the attention of your nosy co-workers who wouldn’t stop pestering you for his number. “Look at how uncomfortable she looks. It’s obvious she doesn’t want you guys to be involved with her friend for a reason. Think of how weird it is for her too if ever her co-worker and best friend dated. She’s going to feel like a third wheel.”

“I’m not—”

“That makes sense,” your co-worker nodded beside you, “Are you sure you just don’t like him though?”

“Ew, why would I?” the food began to taste bitter through your lies, “He may be tall and attractive, but as his roommate, I’ve seen his ugly side. Satoru is a complete slob and can’t even cook to save his life.”

“I don’t mind cooking for him all the time if I were to be his little housewife.”

“That’s never gonna happen,” your words came out harsher than it was, and you laugh it off with a wave of your hand when your co-workers’ eyes widened. “I’ve been living with him for six months and he’s never brought anyone home or told me he’s going on a date. I told you already, he’s a no strings attached kind of guy. He’s nothing but a one night stand.”

“You have to admit he’s still sexy though.”

Right. You hide your groan through another shot because there’s no way of convincing them otherwise. As much as you hate to admit, you’re actually jealous on how freely they could talk about him like that, but then again, it’s not like you and Satoru were dating – or would ever date, for that matter.

They start to leave one by one when it starts to get late, leaving only you who’s still desperate to avoid Satoru. Nothing prepares you for when the sky darkens and a storm comes pouring just as you’ve left the closing shop, the rain drenching and soaking your clothes through and through. Running under the nearest tree for shelter, you shiver. It’s cold – way too cold – and curse yourself for not bringing a darned umbrella.

The nearest bus stop is like what, fifteen to twenty minutes away? Your teeth are chattering and your legs are shaking, and you fumble through your phone as you dial a number you know by heart before you even realize what you’re doing. “S-Satoru?”

“Y/N,” the surprise is unmasked in his voice, something shuffling in the background before it falls silent. “Is everything okay?”

“Uhm, are you busy right now? It’s fine if you are, I’m just—”

“I’m training with Yuuji, but what is it?”

“Listen, I,” you inhale sharply when coldness bursts through your body, making you shiver and press yourself closer to tree to get away from the rain. Above you, thunder crackles before the rain grows heavier and angrier. “I forgot to bring an umbrella and I’m absolutely soaked right now. The nearest bus stop is fifteen minutes away and all the buildings here look so shady—”

“I’ll be on my way. Text me where you are,” You nod and thank him, too cold and numb to realize you’ve just broken days of silence. You lose track of time under there, hugging yourself until your lips turn blue. It doesn’t take long before Satoru shows up minutes later, his hair equally drenched and sticking flat to his eyes free from his blindfold while he pants, hand on his knees. “Thank goodness you’re safe. I rushed here so fast I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

After seeing Satoru drenched like that, something snaps within you. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact the rain is unforgiving as it slaps the pavement, and your heart breaks when you see that he’s more concerned for you – even after you’ve given him the silent treatment. “You idiot! Now you’re soaking wet too, you’re going to get sick!”

“Highly unlikely,” he shrugs. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“But what about—” Satoru suddenly carries you before draping his coat over your head, running until he found a cab to hail. He immediately asks the driver to turn up the heater while you tremble on top of him, not caring anymore that you’re sticking so close to him for heat.

Satoru doesn’t let you go all the way inside the apartment. He sets you down on the couch where you take off your wet clothes in haste, too cold with teeth chattering that you silently take the hoodie and boxers Satoru offers you, making sure to keep his gaze averted the whole time. Once fully dressed, you snuggle back into the sofa’s comfort, stiffening when the couch dips beside you.

Not a moment later, Satoru towel-dries your hair, leaving your mouth and throat dry with guilt. Even after you’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to him, he’s still so kind with you.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Satoru...” you twiddle with your thumbs just as he starts to ruffle the towel in your hair, making sure to squeeze water out of the strands as he dries it. “About what happened the other day—”

“It didn’t happen if you don’t want it to,” his voice is cold’ monotonous and so emotionless you’re rendered speechless. “You can forget about it.”

“I...”

“You regret it, right?” he’s done with drying your hair, and he stands up to place the wet towels in the sink as you watch him stride all the way there. He’s changed his clothes too; looking comfortable in a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants, looking every bit the domestic boyfriend you’ve always wanted but can never have. “It’s fine. We can forget about it and go back to normal,” to emphasize his point, Satoru winks at you, though it does nothing but make your heart sink.

“What if I don’t want to forget it?” your voice is small; hesitant and wavering with fear. “What if...the only reason I pulled away is because I wanted more of you?”

Satoru’s back freezes as he sets the towel aside. At this point, your heart is pulsing on your tongue, and you dig your nails onto your thighs when Satoru sits down next to you, right next to you. He’s silent the whole time; eyes calculatedly piercing through yours. Your breath hitches when his hands that are burning hot against your cold skin cups your jaw before his thumb runs across your lips, his eyes turning dark at your reactions.

“And what if I said I felt the same way?”

“I,” you gasp, closing your eyes because it all feels so surreal. “I like you, Satoru. I like you a lot and I—” he doesn’t let you finish. Soon, you find yourself in his lap with his hands cupping your cheeks while he smashes his lips onto yours.

Satoru is absolutely feral. He’s breathing hard and almost angry, even, with the way his teeth are biting down to nibble on your lips. You moan when he drags you closer, your clothed centre rubbing on his thigh with delicious friction. “You have no idea,” he rasps down on your lips, “how much I’ve fucking liked you ever since we were kids,” Satoru pushes his hoodie aside, revealing your sweet neck to him, and he doesn’t waste his time in sucking and abusing the poor flesh so he can mark you as his. “I’ve always wanted you, Y/N, it’s always you, always you.”

You fist his hoodie when Satoru sinks his teeth down into the juncture of your neck, his hands curious and exploring every inch of your body. He knows you’re naked underneath his clothes, but it’s a different thing when he actually feels your breasts right on his palm. Satoru tweaks the hardened bud in his fingers, growling when you moan at the contact and use his thigh to get off.

“You—” you gasp as you expose your neck to him, wild and needy as you keep rubbing your heat over his thigh. “—talk way too fucking much,” you scold, finally pushing his lips away from your neck. Satoru chuckles at your eagerness but you silence him by flinging his boxers off of your body and somewhere far away, exposing your heat slick with arousal right in front of him. His pupils blow in excitement, hands coming up to grab at your hips, but his attention is taken away when you nibble on his ear to whisper, “Shut up and fuck me.”

The simple command is enough to make his patience snap. In a flash, you’re pinned underneath him, whining and moaning when his finger meets no resistance as he slips it inside. “You’re that needy, huh?” he laughs even louder when you lose it, humping yourself on his finger because it’s not enough.

“Satoru,” you beg, clutching his bicep when he adds another finger in. “More.”

His fingers are so long, hitting places that your small ones could never reach. He begins to scissor his way in, his fingers deliciously rubbing against your velvety walls while pumping them inside and out in a speed that causes you to squelch around him.

It’s absolutely lewd how you’re eagerly spread out before him, but your head is clouded with lust, no longer hindered by shyness out of your need to cum. Your chest is rising heavily, his thumb now rubbing against your clit as he coaxes you to cum. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he kisses your cheeks, eyelids, nose, anywhere but your lips, his voice so gentle and innocent as if he’s not knuckle deep inside you. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Inside,” you whine, gasping when he brushes against a really sensitive spot that has you clamping down on him. “‘Toru, fuck, just fuck me.”

“Beg for it,” he smiles against your skin, relentless and harsh as he keeps pushing inside you. You feel him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Another finger adds in until you’re dripping enough on his palm and staining the couch, but neither of you care. “I said, beg for it.”

“No,” you hold back, nearly crying out when he pulls your fingers out of you. That sudden emptiness is back again, but you don’t want to beg. You’ve never begged another man before, and this won’t be the first time you’ll be doing so either. You refuse to let him have the upper hand despite the crystal clear fact you’re already soaking wet for him, but because you’re stubborn, you only fumble with his sweatpants to spring his cock free.

He’s already dripping with pre-cum from the slit, his cock hard and angry. Despite his arousal, Satoru stops you from going further, using only one hand to trap both your wrists. “Beg for it,” he demands again, his other fist already pumping down on his shaft.

You nearly cry at the sight. Both of you are aware that Satoru is capable of pleasuring himself, but it’s not that easy for you. Your small, dainty fingers will never be parallel to the pleasure his long cock could give you. All you had to do was beg for it. He’s right there, within reach, if only you’d just –

Impatient for your answer, Satoru takes you by the hips and discards your hoodie in the process, sinking you down his cock, inch by delicious inch. You don’t hold back from the sensual and high-pitched moan that leaves your lips. He’s long, and the tip of his cock just about brushes your cervix when he bottoms out. He feels so good, so warm and huge and filling you up right where you want him to be. Your head falls down on his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips, but Satoru has had enough.

“Fuck, look at you,” he presses on the bulge of his cock visible through your abdomen. “You’re so fucking small – how do you take me so well? I could ruin you. Do you want that? Do you want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

“You think you can just leave me hanging like that, huh?” he slaps your ass, eliciting another moan from you and making you clench around his cock. Satoru falters for a moment. Before you can react, he stands up, your legs wrapped around his waist with nothing but his tip hitting inside you. “You’ve been so fucking mean – leaving me wanting you like that and ignoring me for days. Do you think you deserve this, huh?” Satoru kicks his door open at the same time he loosens his hold around your ass, making you slide down his length the next second.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out just as Satoru begins to bounce you, your breasts following the motion of him fucking deep into you. “Fuck, Toru, that’s too—”

He’s so eager to fuck you, to make a mess out of you and have you losing your mind over his cock that he doesn’t even wait until you’re both on the bed. You no longer register when your back hits the pillow, or how your arms are frozen when he pins it above your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises as he watches you clench around him. You’re so small and his eyes zero in on the way your abdomen bulges then flattens again every time he pounds into you, rolling his hips in a way that has you screaming and thighs quaking. “Beautiful, beautiful, perfect,” the moment his hands grip at your hips to pin you down, you know he’s not going to stop. And you don’t want him to.

Satoru latches his lips around your right breast, gently grazing his teeth over it while his other hand pinches and rolls the pebbled nipple between his fingers. He feels so good – and you’re crying already by the time you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

The room is filled with the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with his breathy grunts and your moans like heaven on his ears. Satoru wants you to feel how much he loves you – how much he adores you – and the pace he sets is torturous. He snaps his hips against yours and presses down on the bulge of his cock through your belly, chuckling when you tighten more around him.

Your head lols to the side, tears falling down your pretty face because of how rough he’s being. But you don’t complain, not when he’s filling you in so deep and he’s kissing you everywhere, touching you everywhere, making you feel nothing else and nobody else but him.

“You’re amazing,” he rasps, watching the way your tight cunt sucks him in greedily as if you don’t want him to go anywhere else. “You take me in so well – you really want me to destroy you, huh?”

“Satoru, please,” you finally plead, “I-I’m cumming, I want you, I need you, oh,” you squeal when he finally lets your arms free. You look so precious, so innocent, and he doesn’t let up his pace. He plants his feet into the ground and his strokes begin to grow sloppy, your tight walls encouraging him to go faster, go deeper.

If possible, Satoru is only even more fuelled with the way you look so precious and innocent in that moment. His touch is gentle in comparison to the way he’s mercilessly plowing into you, using his thumb to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big for you, that much is obvious from how much you’re already overstimulated just by his size, but your nails sink down on the flesh of his ass as a silent plead for more.

“Fuuuuck, I’m so close!”

“Yeah?” He fondled your clit, loving the sight of your small body creaming down on his cock. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come on, tell me you’re mine. You’re made me for aren’t you?”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck,” you squeal, throwing your head back for a second when he keeps hitting your g-spot that has you seeing stars. Your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets behind you as he keeps impaling you with his cock right then and there.

You looked perfect; so perfect to him that he’s basically using you for his own pleasure at this moment. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, back arching and nipples brushing against his chest.

In that moment, you grow needy to have him even closer, tilting up to blindly search for his lips. Satoru complies; leaning down and leaving open mouthed breathy kisses that’s a mix of you moaning and crying around him, while he struggles to do so when he’s cursing at the feeling of you coating his cock with your juices. Satoru looks down at your tiny frame trapped in his arms, his voice husky as he groans once he saw both of your arousal absolutely leaking out of your wet cunt.

He’s so close but you’re already over the edge, scratching at his back at the overstimulation. You’re still so sensitive from when you came and Satoru doesn’t slow one down one bit. He loses his rhythm as his thrusts go sloppy, and Satoru buries his face in your neck as his cock twitches inside you until he bursts with his cum leaking out of your hole.

Satoru’s arms give out beneath you, his chest colliding with yours but not enough that he’s crushing you with his weight. You’re both breathing hard and panting, his dick softening inside you.

He pulls back a moment later to slide out his sensitive cock, wincing while he watches pools of cum gather in your pussy before it drips out. It isn’t until he’s witnessing the mess he’s made he realizes how you’ve been so good for him; taking him all the way in despite your quivering frame. It dawns on him now just how tiny you are when he pulls you close to him; you’re practically hanging off his chest with how small your body is.

He wonders how you’re able to fit all of him, but he’s grateful nevertheless. Satoru shows his appreciation by peppering kisses all over your face, his hand snaking down to caress your inner thighs.

“Hmm,” you moan into the kiss, jolting when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit. “Satoru, no,” you whine while pushing his hand away, and he shushes you with another kiss. “’M too sensitive, please...”

“It’s fine, cupcake, it’s fine,” his nickname for you is back again, and you lean closer to him just as he begins to massage your sore legs. “You did so well for me, cupcake, you know that? You’re such a good girl for me,” too fucked out to have a comprehensive answer, you only nod in response, spreading your legs open again and ignoring the warm stickiness between your thighs as Satoru kneads your abused flesh. You feel him kiss your temple before he leaves to get a towel and cleans you up. Meanwhile, you’re so tired you’re about to doze out in his bed.

“Hey,” he soothes, bundling you up in his arms until you’re tucked in the safety of his body. So small, he coos inside his head, watching as you fold yourself even smaller while your eyes flutter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sigh into his shoulder, “I feel good. Thank you.”

Satoru doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for. He feels like he’s the one who’s mostly indebted to you after everything you’ve done for him. You’ve already fallen asleep before he gets the chance to tell you how he feels, so Satoru only covers you both under his blanket, making sure there’s no more space between you out of fear you’ll distance yourself from him again.

But he doesn’t have to worry about that because you’re right next to him, and you’re never out of reach.

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—A GUIDE TO MATSUKAWA ISSEI!

by yours truly, issei’s luver

summary: just hcs of issei, and all about him!!

warnings: nuthin major really!

note: these are all true cause i know cause i’m isseis luver. but this idea somehow came into my head and i can’t leave my room cause we have de covid so i might aswell get a few things out!! enjoy! <3

mymattsun 2022. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated xx. please do not repost or modify on this or any other platform.

—MUZIC!¡

FAV GENRE(S)- R&B, rock, hiphop, funk

FAV ARTIST(S)- eminem, lil uzi, doja cat, mötley crüe, ABBA, adele, playboy carti, greta van fleet, guns n roses,

FAV SONG(S)- toy soldiers-eminem,

let’s groove- earth, wind & fire,

here comes the hotstepper, ini kamoze

meet me halfway- black eyed peas,

chiquitita- ABBA,

welcome to the jungle- guns n roses

when we were young- adele,

merry go round- mötley crüe.

— FAMILY FIRST!¡

momma’s boy(the good kind), 1 younger brother, 1 younger sister, ded beat dad.

v close with his family <3

spent most his teen years looking after his siblings as his mom was a bartender in the local bar and worked night shifts.

his dad wasn’t in the picture for majority of his childhood, but got back with his mom, had his siblings now sees them on weekends. but still acts like issei doesn’t exist. (we don’t like isseis dad in here >:( )

his moms irish n his dad is japanese (personal self indulgent hc 😇)

big ass family on his moms side. i’m talking grandkids upon grandkids and his moms got 3 sisters n 2 brothers.

issei’s actually the oldest grandchild, the next after him was born 3 years after him but he’s still just as close with them all.

—HOBBIEZ!¡

volleyball in hs obviously but he also grew up with a love for basketball. him and makki grew up playing on the street (also hc him and makki as childhood friends n neighbours:) )

plays the guitar! and he’s really good at it!! and he can sing to but gets embarrassed doing it infront of people.

imma say it, my boys a stoner. look at him!! him and makki!

did it a lot as a teenager then kind of pulled back a bit when he first moved out n got a job, but then realised how tiring adulthood is and picked it back up. especially since him and makki have their own place. (also hc they live together timeskip:p)

gamerrr😩 nah but he spends hours on the play station with makki sometimes u just gotta b like. “issei let’s take a break” before the controllers on the neighbours kitchen table.

fav games r probably cod, ff7 and fnaf(he grew up on it k?)

—INK & NEEDLES!¡

but he has both his first lobes done and usually just wears plain balls in them or diamonds. also has his right helix, left tragus.

on his face he did have his lip done as a teen but took it out when he hit his twenties. kinda misses it. but ones he still has are his nose and left eyebrow. and then also has 1 nipple done.

and tattoos. he definitely has over 25 altogether but some of his favs are:

he has the classic mom in a heart tattoo on the inside of his bicep. roman numerals of his moms bday and his.

has a naked girl on his right ribs that has “killer kat” written on like a sash under it. in honour of him loosing his virginity to a crazy bitch named kat.

has a butterfly on the top of his spine

on his right forearm he has a snake wrapped in thorns going around his arm, but worked his other ink around it.

has lost on his left calf and found on his right in that like gothic font.

has a strawberry on his arm dedicated to his bestie <3 makki has a cigarette for issei (he wasn’t happy bout that.)

and then finally has “ibiza 2019” tattooed on his ass cheek from a seijoh 4 holiday.

—GENERAL!¡

all round chill guy, loves to be that friend that you can relay on. so his place growing up was the place, and now his own apartment is the place.

ik everyone says it but mf gets lazy like, i know it’s saturday but that don’t mean we gotta lie in bed till 1:30pm kay baby? hell then suggest laying on the couch instead.

he could finish a whole netflix series and some more in a day like it’s light work.

but aswell, he could literally wake up one morning, clean his whole house then wait for you or makki to wake up then drag you on a hike. like where’s this energy when needed??

issei has convinced himself he has the best sense of style out of the seijoh 4. in his mind it goes:

issei-> iwa-> makki-> oikawa.

he hasn’t let kawa live down those shorts..

he has a habit of playing the same song whenever he walks to the corner shop by his building. he has it blaring in his headphones and sometimes he starts singing aloud.

also he’s an unREAL singer btw

he also has a habit of walking around naked, claiming it’s more liberating.

he can play drums and guitar!! he used it as a way to distract himself when he was younger and really wanted to be in a band. still thinks he could but doesn’t wanna risk it y’know?

#!!.my work #!!.hq works #!!.[issei] my luver #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa #issei matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei imagines #mattsun fluff #matsukawa issei #matsukawa hcs #mattsun x reader #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu x reader

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scarred-but-still-smiling · 3 years

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Vibes I Associate With Each Hermit

False: post-workout adrenaline, when your skin is tingling and your muscles are aching and you're high as a kite on the rush

Cleo: sitting on an old broken headstone, worn smooth by time, and shooting the shit; talking about stuff that pisses you off and jokingly plotting murders with your best friend

Stress: your best mate who's got chronic little sister energy and probably grew up with a whole football team worth of brothers so she can 100% kick your ass and look adorable doing it. Voted most likely to kill you with a sparkly lollipop made of magic.

Ren: your stoner big brother who never tries to get you into it but who says that he feels the safest getting high when he's with you. You learned to cook mostly because he devoured leftovers that were meant to last a week in one sitting because of the munchies. His favourite thing to talk about while high is Star Wars.

Scar: you would fight the world to keep this man soft and kind. One of the few people whose light hasn't gone out yet and you hope he stays that way. If he didn't need the wheelchair, he'd probably be curled up like a cat croissant 90% of the time.

Cub: sibling energy, but like, the kinda sibling you'd go full jackass with. He'd eagerly keep helping you test your soapbox airplane even after it crashed 5 times already

Beef: warm dad. A freshly cooked roast dinner with chicken, potatoes, carrots, etc. only just plated and is steaming up your glasses. Warm and safe hugs, a warm cabin in the woods when you're stranded in a blizzard

Etho: sibling vibes, you'd happily push him in front of a train but if anyone else so much as insults him you'll kill them. He's the kinda brother who would hunt down your abusive ex and murder them for making you cry

Joe: that one English teacher that you're not 100% sure actually existed and you've gotta check with your old classmates just to make sure you didn't hallucinate him, but everyone else feels the same way

Xisuma: your best friend's dorky older brother, an absolute dweeb who is a whiz at computers and has dedicated his life to figuring out the exact function and limitations of every piece of syntax

Keralis: that one kid you know who's just So Affectionate and who is probably one of the few reasons you're still sane. He's also a bit of a git sometimes but he's got the kinda face you can't stay mad at for more than a few seconds

Tango: like Cub but Extra. "hi I'm tango and this is jackass" you actually have to fight him to get to do the dumb stunts yourself, whereas Cub would be happy to just hold the camera

Impulse: that one friend you know that's always up at stupid o'clock in the morning because they're working on something. It's 3am and he's still awake wtf? Like yeah you should probably be asleep rn too but he's actually Doing Shit

Bdubs: he's very loud, and some people might call him obnoxious, but he's just got a lot of enthusiasm and not much Bdubs to keep it in. It's very endearing. Also the only friend who actually has a healthy sleeping schedule.

TFC: grandad. Gives amazing hugs, lets you stay up way past your bedtime, is not even close to being above shenanigans, also occasionally way too old for this shit.

Zed: adhd. Zed's vibes are just pure adhd.

Mumbo: same as Zed really, only he's got more inattentive type vibes. A highly intelligent moron who constantly gets frustrated with his own brain

Grian: would punt you out of a helicopter to see what happens

Doc: yknow Buford from Phineas and Ferb? The bully who was actually a huge softie? Doc is Buford only German

#Hermitcraft #Grian #Grianmc #Mumbo jumbo #Zedaph #Tangotek #Impulsesv #Tfc #Joe Hills #Zombie Cleo #Stressmonster101 #False symmetry

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