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the party leader, mike wheeler - apoc au character details + poll under the cut!
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mike's role in the party:
a scouter - essentially plans runs, checks areas first to ensure safety, and directs the runners during supply runs
assigns basic survival chores at the beginning of each day (laundry, boiling water, patrol, hunting, etc.)
is the "face" of the party -> always the one to negotiate with people of other groups
even though the party likes to give him shit for being kind of rude and bossy about how he talks to them in "leader" mode - they always hang onto his every word! they love and respect him deeply
kind of like a tired dad whenever he's not fighting with someone else -> basically watches over everyone to make sure they're okay
would never hesitate to do something deplorable to protect the party: family first
skills + hobbies:
considered the designated driver (along with max): nancy taught him when he was younger. he was scared about being useless due to his inability to shoot and aim guns so nancy helped him find something useful. max teaches him how to drive manual so that he can drive her muscle car (its how they get over their distaste for each other)
writes an entry in a journal that he stole every day! he lets will doodle in the margins of the paper :)
loves to read whatever's around - particularly interested in history, sci-fi, and old journals from people before the apocalypse (reads them with dustin and el -> they are nosy as hell and live for the drama)
great at using machetes and hatchets -> do NOT let this boy shoot a gun. he will accidentally hurt you and himself
good at fixing up guns and navigating - lucas (guns) and dustin (navigating) taught him :D
quirks / fun facts:
he likes to switch around the pins on his jacket a lot! the party find pins around to give to him (range from terrible to wearable)
since he's the only boy that likes to tie up his hair, max and el like to doll up and play around with his hair during their downtime
is very annoying and particular when it comes to doing survival chores (out of love) -> makes sure that the chores are divided equally among all of them and that no one gets the same chores twice in a row
--- other notes: mike was the first character i had in mind when thinking about this au (no surprise there) and the drawing of him sitting cross legged with a machete in his hand was the first ever "official" drawing i made for this :D i tried to make apoc mike similar to canon mike in terms of his temperament, his hero complex, his self-sacrificial tendencies, his inability to appropriately process his romantic feelings, his natural leadership and his personality. about mike's inability to use guns -> looking at mike's character dnd sheet, his dexterity is low and s1 mike wheeler cannot aim for shit either (see his rock throw). the reason he's most comfortable with machetes (and hatchets) is because of their versatility as both weapons and tools! just wanted to share because i think mike needed a nerf and him not being able to shoot guns is both in character and funny as hell to me i've had mike and will's char sheets done for a while and i really love the way they look :) i'm excited to post will's next! i'm working on the character sheets in batches of two, so which duo are yall most interested to see next? i'll work on them based on the poll results and post them next week at the earliest :) i'll prob also try out some concept designs for the demogorgon-like zombies sometime soon as well!
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dexaroth · 1 year
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it's kind of a fun move to make my very very personal blog also the one I post my drawings on
ive purposefully done it to not create that kind of environment where it's just an account posting art, a one-dimensional abstract thing that's so detached that if I were to post something like 'teehee I tried to off myself so I'm opening comms to pay the bills' it'd be met with utmost surprise bc it'd break the illusion yknow?
but sometimes I do want some drawings to not have context. to be as impersonal as a vintage figure whose sculptor has never been fully known or a golden locket with the picture of someone who you don't know anything about
I want both, to be honest. it's always been a struggle of the need of external validation but also to not want to taint everything with myself
I want to draw a pet portrait for someone and not have it be judged with all the ramblings and half-jokes about how everything sucks every now and then.
I want to draw a guy being mechanically separated for no reason and not have it show up besides someone's pet portrait and having to explain to the average person I don't even know why I like gore so much besides rendering it is fun
it's all like a cycle of making it clear who is behind the art for context but also sometimes wanting everything to speak for itself and wanting a sort of pure reaction to it
and it culminates into that overly familiar feeling.. of wanting to be consistent. to have a feel, a look that you can maybe hope someone will identify as yours.. and the question is always the same - for what? why? why does it matter?
if anything the first thing I'd ever say to someone who remotely showed interest in art and wanted to know my side of it is that nothing matters and everything is subjective and that there will always be people who see too much meaning where there isn't and people who miss the point entirely. and that diversity is just as good as quality and not a binary switch that you have to pick for the rest of your life. and that often by trying to achieve perfection you just end up dumping what gave your art a personal touch because it wasn't absolutely on par with the version of you that you so desperately want people to identify you with or the vibe you want to give off or whatever else
it's kind of a problem that also has different connotations depending on the way wherever you post works, too
on devart and I think insta too favorites and likes are the easiest way to show a kind of support that happens to streamline everything into images on a page instead of actually taking in most detail, the title or description or lack thereof, maybe even a message or line or music lyric intended to aid in the perception.. that ends up getting completely ignored because it takes extra effort to do. and it gets exponentially worse the more people you follow
then, well.. tumblr. because of the way the posts are organized and at least show captions it has a bit of a leg up, but then the sideblog stuff comes up. posts 95% of the time only give traction to the account that posted it, so a sideblog where you reblog your art is pretty much just a gallery for the convenience of whoever follows them. if you post on that sideblog however, then that facilitates no one visiting your main and just looking at the drawings, leading to the art-artist detachment as it is also plenty of extra steps and effort
then, independently, the path you choose is hard to undo. choose to be unknown and be bound to the façade you have to keep and not break your persona, or put all bits of yourself out to the public and there will forever be an image/ background version of you that will contextualize everything you do
try to turn around and choose to hide and it will put people off and affect how some will look at your new stuff now that you're less of a social butterfly because of the instinct of curiosity and wanting to know what happened , choose to show yourself and now you're too real and people don't want to associate with you because of the things you express or how it hits different knowing x and y or just not caring about you enough to be bothered to keep up with your life with sporadic drawings inbetween
it's all ironically about your own self-image and knowing others who know you
oh and it just hit me the financial side of things too. but that's too much for me rn and it's sort of a bonus to my point anyways
idk man. I feel like I'm having a stroke while an influencer tries to explain branding to me
#the public vs hidden thing is also like trying to balance the evils#do you want to enable being made fun of by quirky neurotypicals and edgelords bc of ur 'archetype'#or do you want to enable everyone to put any meaning to your art including dogshit ones and treat it like a commodity#public enough to have your name or style used pejoratively to describe other people#or hidden enough to blend in and represent nothing and say nothing. just like a blank piece of paper#these two sort of types are everywhere and there just doesnt seem to be a grey area. its just.... awkward.#ah yes look at my painting and tell me what you think of it! dont take me into consideration at all though. pretend this came out of thin>#>air bc thats how i want it to be perceived. bc of course we all know thats a thing that can be controlled by sheer will right? lol#i want to draw whatever. i want to stop giving a shit. not care of what people think its all about. but i want to be seen as well. ..#and its frustrating bc i find it immeasurably valuable to find meaning in the mundane#to find the whimsy and care on someone's 'bad' stickman cat doodle even tough sketches dont mean barely anything to the artist#and then i get sad when someone below my skill level finds My sketches good despite me posting them as a 'look at how bad this looks lol'#just. being desperate for wanting everything to go your way#like a filmmaker who swears the theater is an integral part of their movie when in reality a guy watching at home cherishes it just as much#i think id turn inside out of disgust if i ever truly legitimally considered all the 'wrong' ways people can experience my art#compressed to hell or they just didnt bother to zoom in and didnt notice the brushstrokes and effects#which is totally normal and common and i myself do it! but my ego says nuh uh. go feel bad bc other ppl have agency lol#i can definitely pretend i dont care anymore and even try to believe it so much i unconsciously start assimilating it#but the Moment someone comments something that contradicts what i thought and wished was happening i just. break .#im truly trying to stave off negative thoughts and teaching myself that what others think of me doesnt define me#and one day im overhearing something i wasnt meant to know and its that someone thinks im a child#and ends up treating me like one. like im too stupid to do anything#and then i look back at my eyestrain/cartoonish stuff thats in fact considered childish by people who try to use age as>#a token of 'i dont enjoy X because X is for kids because/therefore im an AdulT! respect me!'#and i just have to face the reality that thats the image of me my art gives off by itself and what society chose it to symbolize as well#which it all leads to wanting so deeply a way to control how others view you because of how age gate-keeping for example is so stupid#and it bleeds into every other feeling and paranoia and self doubt#either you act cool and lie about who you are or let others label you what they see fit especially what they consider to be deserving of>#>ridicule#dextxt
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cherubfae · 1 month
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Omg hi! I'm a new follower and I just read your piece of the hazbin cast w/ reader having a panic attack and it was so sweet 🥺If possible could you maybe do the same cast of characters but with what they would do if the reader was on their period/period comfort?
Awww, thank you! yes!! Of course!! ☺️💘✨
taking care of you on your period || hazbin x reader
With Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Angel Dust, and Vox
tags: fluff, comfort, afab gn!reader, I decided to go with ftm for angel in this to try it out (lmk what you think!!) :3, periods in Hell are worse than on Earth I feel like that fits, suggestiveness in luci's || Minors don't interact!
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Alastor
"Oh, dear, why are you curled up on the floor in the fetal position? Are you hurt? I smell blood." Alastor coos in crackling static. He nods his head, listening to you explain despite you being facedown in said carpet. He'll procure a hot water bottle for your tummy, some aspirin, and some bitter, dark chocolate. He'll even go get one of those sugary iced coffees you love so much. Given the circumstances, Alastor may even allow you to touch his ears, but his mindful of his antlers if you know what's good for you.
Lucifer
Oh no, his poor sweetheart! The King of Hell goes full Mama Goose mode (you can see where Charlie gets it from) and hunts down whatever he thinks you may need. He'll create a little nest fort for you, spooning you from behind and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He's also not opposed of other ways of relief. In Lucifer's own wise words, "Bow-chick-a-wow-wow." (As long as you're up for it, he's not opposed to giving Charlie a sibling.)
Charlie
She's on it instantaneously! Running around scavaging all sorts of items from tampons to pads to candies-- she's not sure of your preferences, so she gets all of them! Only the best for her sweetie pie!! Huddles extraaaa close to you in your shared blanket cocoon, feeding you chocolates and giving you sweet nuzzles.
Vaggie
Immediately sends you off for a hot bath while she changes and washes the sheets so that they're nice, warm, and fresh. She also will prepare your favorite pajamas and snacks, digging through some films for one to watch. Vaggie will do what she can to make sure you're well-rested, hydrated, and most importantly; comfortable.
Husk
Immediately goes to the women of the hotel and asks about what sort of toiletries the hotel has to offer. He's discreet about your situation and grateful for their help. He wants you to feel better as soon as possible even if that means your symptoms haven't fully gone away yet! The scent of blood is strong on you and if he can notice you from a mile away, he's certain others have too. So, he creates a little nest for you two, the bar is closed down for the day, and cuddles you close to his chest.
Angel Dust
He'll spoon you from behind, resting his warm hand on your tummy. From what Cherri has told him, this shit's worse than when you guys were alive. Hell really does have a hard-on for torturing people. Angel will be as vigilant as he can, getting you whatever you may need, reassuring you gently that just because you have your period doesn't change who you are as a person nor how you idenitify. You're you, no matter what your body does or doesn't do.
Vox
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What's that? Oh, shit, that's when you-- yeah? Oh, okay got it. That sounds like that sucks. Yeah, he doesn't mind grabbing some things for you but he's a bit stiff when it comes to comfort. He knows what it is for sure and he'll do his best. Velvette might tear him a new asshole. He does genuinely want you to feel better, he doesn't like seeing you in pain. He's just a little lost.
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uravichii · 1 year
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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)
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character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto
genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕
notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️
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bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"
bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.
"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."
his only response is: "fuck off."
because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."
"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.
"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"
and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."
he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."
"forgive them for what?"
he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."
bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.
and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."
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shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.
he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.
when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."
he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.
it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.
he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.
"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"
he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.
"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"
"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."
what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'
he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.
"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.
it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️
"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"
"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."
"really?"
"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."
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remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.
he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.
he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."
and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."
he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"
kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)
and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?
"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.
"denkiー"
"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."
there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔
"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."
"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨
he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"
kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.
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you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.
shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.
todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.
he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!
"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.
"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."
and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.
todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"
he also has a photo of his point of view from when he was laying his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.
"shouto, that's just my chin."
he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."
you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?
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ftm trans Eddie Munson gets turned into a chew toy for hell bats and rescued in the 11th hour by his friends who don't know he's trans, who have to run some triage first aid and can hardly make sense of the blood and gore that used to be his body as they cut off his shirt and pants to get access to the worst of the wounds, who definitely aren't in their right minds well enough anyway to think of anything other than stopping the bleeding and getting him to a hospital, which they do, and miraculously Eddie finds himself blinking awake in a bright, fluorescent room feeling exactly like he imagines a chew toy for hell bats would feel in the aftermath which is to say: like shit. Even more miraculously, he finds hometown hero Steve Harrington posted up at his bedside with greasy hair (!!! Eddie never thought he'd see the day) and bags under his eyes.
The overwhelming relief on Steve's face when he sees Eddie is awake is touching, the misty eyes and cracking voice when he says god, i thought you were toast, man are downright flattering and, let's face it, giving Eddie all the wrong ideas that he figures he has an I-almost-died pass for at the moment so he rocks with it, let's himself indulge in the fantasy for a moment. Then, gradually, Steve's relief becomes more and more obviously some brand of deeply felt pity (or sympathy, but Eddie's never been good at distinguishing the two), which bursts his bubble enough to call him out.
"I know I look like what comes out the business end of a meat grinder, but I swear I'm good, dude. They definitely have me on the good shit, I hardly feel it. I'll be good as new in no time." Big fat fucking lie, by the way, but he'll say whatever if it gets that wounded puppy look out of Harrington's eyes.
"I...yeah, Eddie, I'm glad." And whatever it is he doesn't want to say, whatever is putting that you poor motherfucker look on his face, he's absolutely the opposite of subtle about it.
Eddie can hear the manifestation of his panic on the heart monitor.
"What? What is it? Is everyone- is Dustin-?" He can't say it, can't even think it, would rather be slowly torn to shreds all over again than know he failed at his one fucking task to keep the kid safe.
"No! I mean, yes, he's fine, they're all fine. Henderson's got a broken ankle and both of Max's arms are broken but the docs say they'll be fine in a few months with physical therapy."
The release of tension in Eddie's body hurts almost as much as the relief soothes him. "Okay then, what the fuck are you not telling me? It's fine, I'm a big boy, Harrington, I can take it."
He sighs, looking sick with it. "Eds...I don't know how to tell you this."
Oh god, what the fuck. Eddie's right back to freaking out because Steve looks inexplicably guilty, pained in the face like he's about to deliver the worst news he could imagine but if everyone's fine then-
"It's your dick, man. It's- it's gone. The bats-"
And Eddie laughs so hard he tears about a dozen stitches, immediately stops laughing, and throws up over the side of the bed and thankfully not all over his freshly reopened wounds as Steve shouts for help.
Eventually, when he's all stitched up again and barely hanging on to his hard earned lesson to not literally bust his gut laughing about the look on Steve's face (he has to force himself not to tell Wayne the specifics of how he ended up back in the OR, because he's absolutely gonna crack up and Eddie will definitely be unable to help himself from laughing with him), he realizes he's going to come out to all his friends in the very near future because holy shit, he has to tell everyone about Steve's utterly devastated expression at the news of Eddie's Ken doll-ification by way of demobat.
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fanpageknight · 7 months
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Sleepover
Posted:09/13/23
Title: Sleepover
Buggy x GN Strawhat Reader
Fluff
Summary: Since Buggy is suck as a head on the strawhat's ship, you decide to pass the time together with a flirtatious game of never have I ever.
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Word Count: 1552
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Warnings: Language
🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞
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"I don't want that thing," Zoro said, putting his hands up when Usopp tried to hand him Buggy's head. "It's your turn. I've had to listen to him all day." Buggy rolls his eyes as the two men go back and forth. "I'll take him." You say. Unopp didn't question it and tossed him to you. "Watch it!" Buggy shouts at him. Zoro and Usopp run off to dinner. "Hi." You greeted, looking down at him. "Hi~," He says back with a sarcastic smile before rolling his roll again. "Do you want to play a game with me?" You asked. He looked up at you, confused. "A game?" He questioned back, wondering if you were messing with him. You nodded and began to walk back to your quarters of the ship. He sighs. "What the hell am I supposed to play, dim-wit? I'm a fucking head." It was your turn to roll your eyes. "There's lots of things we could play. Blackjack, truth or dare, never have I ever -" Buggy cuts you off when you finally get to your room. "What is this a sleepover?" You set him next to you on your bed. "Well, do you want to play any of them, or do you have any better ideas?" He thought about it for a minute. "Never have I ever..." You smiled at his answer. "I'll go get the shot glasses!"
You came back from the ship's kitchen with two shot glasses and a nice bottle of whiskey. "I got the good stuff. Don't tell Sanji." Buggy thinks for a moment trying to recall which one was Sanji. "The French bimbo?" He questioned. "That's the one. He's really into cooking, so he'd be mad if he knew I was using the nice whiskey for cheap shots." Buggy takes note of this. "Nothing cheap with me, sweetheart." He says flirtatiously. "You're makeup says otherwise." You stab with a smirk. "Hey!" You don't give him a chance to say more. "Who goes first?" He scoffs. "Well, obviously, I should go first." Buggy ego speaks. "You're right, age before beauty." "Yes -" He catches himself. "You little shit. I'm not that old and twice as beautiful as you!" You chuckle. "Whatever old man just go." He shakes his head thinking. "Never have I ever eaten a crewmate." Your eyes widen before you start laughing. "What? I've done fuck up shit but not that." You waved your hand while laughing. "Eaten as in Cannibalism or as in oral?" You try to clarify. Buggy burst out laughing. "You dirty little bitch. Cannibalism." He confirmed. "Nope, I've never done that." He nods. "Okay then, oral." Buggy says, changing the meaning of his question. "I've been on a pirate crew only for a few months, dude. Do you think I've had time?" "A few months and still no? You're not trying hard enough." His joke makes you flustered. "What do you mean?! I'm not trying." The topic was starting to embarrass you. "Then that's the problem." "Problem?! That is hardly a problem." You both bicker for a few minutes about wwhetheror not you should be trying to fuck your crewmates. Buggy couldn't care less about your sex life but found it entertaining to embarrass you. "Okay! Whatever, my turn... Never have I ever..." You look around the room looking for ideas. "Never have ever made a kid cry." Buggy scoffs. "You can't ask shit you know I did." You chuckle. "Why? Because you'll know I'll win." "You won't win even with that sshinylittle rule." You laughed. "Wanna bet?" The question made Buggy smile. "Hell yeah. What's it worth to you?" His eyes are fixed on your lips, watching you bite down. "Umm... If I win, you have to tell him a true story about yourself." He jokely hissed. "Ohh, how dangerous~" He mocked you. The tips of your fingernails tap the shot glass. "What do you want if you win?" You asked looking at him. He gives you a chuckle. "When I win..." Buggy corrects. "I want a kiss~." Your eyes widen. "What?" He clarifies for you. "You have to kiss me and not just a little peck. A 30-second French kiss~" Blush fills your face. It wasn't the worst thing, was it? You thought before giving an audible sigh. "Fine, but only because I know I'll win." Buggy smirks. "Sure you will... now, give me the damn shot." It had almost slipped your mind that you would have to help him. "Oh, right." You pour the first shot of the night and place the cool glass on his lips. Buggy doesn't break eye contact as he downs it. "Alright, cupcake. Never have I ever stolen from a crewmate." You huffed and filled your glass with the stolen goods. "1-1" you mumbled. "Never have I ever hid a body part to spy on people." He rolls his eyes while you poor his shot. "Never have I ever slipped edibles into Sanji's cooking?" You choke on your spit. "How-" Buggy smiles proudly. "Drink bitch." He demands.
"Damn it!" You say taking another shot while Buggy laughs at you. "Piss off!" You shout back playfully. "Okay, my turn..." You set down your glass and think for a moment before a wicked smile spreads across your face. Buggy looks concerned. "What's with that look l/n?" You smiled. "Never have I ever... used my own dick to fuck myself." Buggy's face goes pale from shock before his face turns red with anger and embarrassment. "WHAT THE HELL?!" You burst out laughing while Buggycusss you out. Letting him get it out, you wait patiently with a filled shot glass. "YOU PIECE OF SHIT-" There's a sudden banging on the wall. "Clown, if you don't shut the hell up, I'll cut out your tongue and throw it in the sea!" Zoro shouts. Making you realize how late it has gotten. Buggy bites his tongue. You laughed quietly to yourself at Zoro. Buggy couldn't help but quietly laugh about it, too. "Whatever, shit stick. Just give me the shot." You wipe the tear from your eye. "Yes, sir." You replied jokingly, putting the glass to his lips. The comment didn't help Buggy's embarrassed blushing. "It's getting late. Do you want to be done?" "Sure but only because I'm in the lead." He answered with a chuckle, causing yoh to put the bottle away. "So um... where have you been sleeping?" "Where ever, I'm left." Buggy says through his teeth. "Oh..." He watches you think for a moment. "Well, I have an extra pillow if you wanna lay on that." Buggy is a little taken aback by the suggestion. "My how bold~ At least take me out for dinner first before inviting me to bed~" He jokes, watching you pull your sheets back.
"Or... you know pay what what you owe~" You look at him confused. "Pay what I owe - oh! Right. The kiss." You pull the sheets over your lap. Your hands are more careful with him than the other crewmates. "Does it have to be French?" You questioned nervously. "Damn right, it does. That was the agreement. Now, pucker up." Buggy closes his eyes and puckers his lip dramatically. Sighing you press your lips to his. Buggy's relaxed into something natural and sweet. The feeling of his cheap old makeup smears across your lips. Buggy opens his mouth slightly, letting himself get greedy with being paid his part. You welcome him in and let his excited tongue desperately try to dominate yours. The surprise of passion was found sparking I'm his actions. You wanted to wonder when the last time someone kissed him was or showed him in sort of affection without a sour taste of fear to ruin it? However, you didn't let yourself wander away from the warm, wet kiss. Even when you had to pull away for air. Your eyes were still closed. Arms tried from holding him up yet not relaxing. Buggy didn't say anything. He just stared at your messed-up lips. The stain of his makeup gave you your own small clown smile. Oh, how you could enchant his whole audience if you were part of his show. No one spoke when you opened your eyes. The souls gazed into one another. Longing for something unnamed. "I um... I think that was more than 30 seconds." Your chuckles match together. "Probably." Another moment of uncomfortable silence fills the room. "Your arms tried?" He asked quietly. "Mh? Oh yeah..."
Placing him on the side of his face on the pillow so he faced you. "Is that good?" You asked, laying down next to him. "Yeah, fine." He says like a brat. Buggy watches as you close your eyes, still facing him. The bed sways back and forth as he continues to stare. "This really doesn't bug you?" He asked genuinely. "Does what bug me?" He scoffed. "Oh, I don't know, maybe a creepy serial killer pirate clown's decapitated head sleeping next to you." You don't open your eyes. "It's fine Buggy just go to sleep." There's a moment of silence. "Don't tell me what to do..." He mumbled before closing his eyes.
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so like are we done with the idea that james is a victim of the internet harassment mob or whatever you guys like to call it when in reality no one like forced him to be part of the public eye again. he had multiple times to disengage but he threw himself head first into the spotlight with some half assed apology where he used his dead mom, illiterate dad, and like 293 mental illnesses that he was in the right to do a widdle plagiarism but it’s not his fault! it’s everyone else’s fault for not being nice to him about it!!! how dare these people bring these issues to the public not thinking how james would feel about it! like ppl are forgetting there was notable period of time james went off air entirely. and every time he’s jumped back it’s always attempts to paint himself as the victim.
like be real for a second if anyone was weaponizing the internet harassment machine it was james somerton. he knew what he was doing when he posted that note. he knew the shit his victims would get for having the crime of (checks notes) voicing out their issues with him. he knew there’s people out there who are foaming at their mouths to use anything they can get their hands on as a “gotcha!” at hbomberguy (right wing people yes, but don’t act like it’s just them i’ve seen plenty of lefties trying to prove they’re superior to harry). they don’t give a shit about james, not really. he’s the dude who hbomb did a “hit piece” (yes that’s a term i’ve seen people use) and that’s what matters.
not to mention the writing that’s also very clearly targeting nick who’s basically cut ties with him at this point. james pushed all the burden on nick by saying it’s their fault, actually. he’s one of the co-writers and everything going to shit was nick’s fault when they had the audacity to move. james is faultless! with james still trying to monetize stolen content on the blatant lie that he’s doing this for nick’s sake as a portfolio. acting as if nick isn’t an sentient human being who could upload their own content, as if nick would even want to be associated with james at this point. this isn’t a teenager being harassed for an honest mistake, this is a 35-year old con artist who’s stolen hundreds of thousands and peddled the most vile shit as actual history but realized he was in deep shit and weaponizes very serious mental health issues as a “i’m just a poor little gay baby!! my alter ego did it!!!”
for the record if you’re among the people who tried to wash down james’ crimes as “he just did plagiarism!! it wasn’t that bad of a crime!” fuck you, man. i’m not kidding.
the fact i’ve witnessed people whitewash his acts of racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, antisemitism and misogyny (in fact i’m probably still missing a few things here), and say he’s being harassed by the internet just because he stole articles makes it so clear they have no fucking idea what they’re talking about. his shit isn’t fucking erased just bc he realized that he has to handle the consequences. he’s grasping at anything he can at this point to make sure that even if he’s not coming back, he’s sure as hell trying to take anyone he fucking can down with him.
he doesn’t get a second chance to be a content creator at this point. he doesn’t get to show himself to do better. he needs to fucking leave. and if he tries to publicly make himself the victim then he better know that he’s going to get public backlash.
if anything situation proves to me that he can never be trusted with a public platform ever again because he will immediately guilt people into feeling sorry for him.
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List of “just two besties who like to fool around with each other” prompts
“I need you.” “Oh God, don’t say that, you know I can’t say no to you when you’re like this.” 
“You know it’s fine if you’re a little rough with me, right?” “But I don’t want to hurt you…” “It’s fine, I can take it. I want it rough. Please?” 
“You never used to hold my hand in public like this.” “I guess I just like being close to you? In whatever physical way possible.”
Character A realising just how much clingier Character B can get after sex and secretly enjoying it even though they outwardly complain about it constantly. (Bonus: And then Character B suddenly stops being clingy and Character A’s thrown for a loop by it. “Did I do something wrong? Why won’t they cuddle with me afterwards? I can’t believe this, I need these cuddles more than I need anything else that happens before; you can’t just hook me on that good shit and then take it away from me.” Turns out, they might have complained a bit too much, which ended up getting to Character B’s head, so Character A decides to right their wrongs by initiating the cuddles instead.)
Character A becoming so familiar with how Character B reacts to their touch and taking immense pleasure in teasing the shit out of them and revelling in the noises they make before giving them what they want.
Post-coital snuggles that certainly don’t mean anything. 
“I want to make you feel the way you make me feel,” Character A whispers, sending shivers skittering down Character B’s spine. 
“You’ve been staying over a lot these days, even though it wasn’t something you used to do. What changed?” “I don’t know, I just like waking up to your face.”
“You’re staring at me like that again.” “Like what?” “Like you’re… Never mind.” 
“How am I supposed to not read into things if you keep treating me like this?”
“…You promised me you wouldn’t fall in love with me so why did you…” “I can’t help what I feel. I’m sorry.” 
“I shouldn’t have agreed to this.” “What? What the hell is that supposed tomean?” “Because you’re making it so hard for me to not fall in love with you.” 
“What exactly are we doing right now?” Character A whispers, breathing ragged against Character B’s lips, their heart beating erratically in their chest. “Fooling around,” Character B answers, squeezing their waist. “We’re fooling around, that’s all. That’s what we’ve been doing all along, right?” (The look in their eyes says otherwise, but Character A chooses to ignore that as they give in once again.)
“Stop stealing my hoodies! They aren’t cheap, you thief!” “But they’re comfortable and they smell like you and I can hold onto them when I start to miss you being next to me.” “I’m— how can you say that with a straight face?”  
“…So what are we?” “Friends who find each other extremely fuckable?” “Can you take me seriously for once—”
“Hey. Hey. Oh my God, why are you crying? Are you okay? Did I— did I do something wrong?” “No, it’s just— it’s just you’re always so gentle and caring with me and it makes me— it makes me feel like I don’t deserve you. No one’s ever treated me like you have.”
“Is it just me or are you and [name] really touchy-feely with each other these days?” “Huh? Of course not! We’re just really comfortable around each other, that’s all.” 
Character A biting their lip and winking at Character B across the room and Character B going positively red in the face and Character C being like, “Hello? What the fuck is happening between you two? What’s with the atmosphere? I’m uncomfortable and want out.”
“Stop trying to eye fuck me across the room, people are starting to think something’s up.” “Well, let them think that for all I care. At least they know to keep their hands off of you.” “…Excuse me?” 
“Look, the more we do this, the more I realise that I don’t want to just fool around with you. I want to— I want to hold your hand and kiss you and appreciate you in every way possible and to just… To just be with you. Do you…” Character A trails off, their voice quieting. “Do you get it?” 
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Do you think a negative review-bombing for the app against both the possibility to sell to midjourney and all this transphobic sh1t from the ceo would have some effect? Like a full "Sonic Movie" move?
No, I don't think when folks suggest this kind of actions, or pause subscriptions, or anything that would hurt Tumblr financially, are really understanding the dynamics in place right now.
I'll say it again: The rational business decision for Automattic has been to close tumblr and cut loses since two years ago. The odd thing is that they haven't done it yet: I can only speculate why (as I said in the other post, my theory is Matt's ego), but hurting tumblr financially only can lead in one direction: Sayonara you weeaboo shits.
This is easier to conceive if you think on a small business: Let's say, a pizza place: Matteo Mullenwini have had this pizza joint for years and it's a pretty successful place, it makes him 30k every month after paying employees and running costs, so he has 300k in the bank. There is a hot dog place in the same street that is about to close, so he reach a deal with the owner to rent it for 1 dollar a month if Matteo promises to keep the same staff and not fire anyone for at least three years. The hot dog place was about to close because it has been losing money for years, so It turns out that once you discount employee's salaries from the money the hot dog joint does regularly, Matteo ends having to pay 10k out of his own money every month to keep it open.
Three years passes and the hotdog joint keeps losing Matteo 10k per month. At that point, he has spent $360k out of his pocket just to keep this place open for the time.
He now has to choose to keep investing his own money to keep it open, hoping for it to become successful and start making money at some point in the future, or he could be pragmatic, close it for good and stop wasting the money his very successful pizza place is giving him every month in a project that's not clear that will ever make be profitable. And on top of that, Matteo doesn't even like hotdogs and would love all the customers of his hotdog restaurant to actually become customers of his (in his view) much nicer pizza place.
Do you think that if the hot dog place regular customers start review-bombing the restaurant on the internet, it would help to keep it open? Do you think them boycotting the place for a week or whatever would convince Matteo to not "de-invest" and close it forever?
So basically, are we, tumblr users, in a horribly crappy situation without a lot of agenda in our hands? Oh hell yes. We are, indeed.
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⊹・° 。ㅤ BOYFRIEND VOX / LUCIFER / ALASTOR X FEM READER HEADCANONS ! — now i know alastor is aroace so i am once again making a post that acknowledges that as much as possible, meaning his headcanons can also be seen as platonic and his nsfw section doesn’t involve him engaging in the act of sex. i also made an aroace friendly headcanons post on alastor if you wanna check that out!
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VOX.
this man pampers the SHIT out of you and you cannot tell me otherwise. if you’re out walking in the streets of hell and you so much as look at a branded purse for a second longer than usual, it’s in your hands within the next five seconds. same goes for literally anything—clothes, shoes, sunglasses, books, anything you could want that isn’t a gadget, because he already gives you his latest models—only the finest for his girl.
he teleports to your phone screen whenever you ignore him, and you don’t tell him that you find it particularly endearing. the way he’s just so whiny for your attention that he’d act all petty and crash all your apps so you’re forced to look him in the face.
has the most funniest fucking pet names for you i just KNOW IT HAHA like think shrek’s prince charming. i just know that when you call him from a different room he’d definitely say shit like “just a second honey kisses!” like HAHAH I CAN’T GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD
DEFINITELY loves having you sit on his lap while he works. i just know this man is a thigh grabber.
he loves when you dress in sweater vests, preferably in brighter colors but it’s cute when you use more muted colors as well.
relating back to my first point, this man loves taking you to extravagant AND I MEAN extravagant dates. i imagine one of them would be getting the both of you a literal floating table in the red skies of hell so you can see the entire pentagram from where you dine. he would have the food freshly delivered from the finest chefs he knows but he also seems like the type who would forget your favorite food, then demand that the food switched out with a snap of his fingers.
i’m judging this purely off of ‘stayed gone’ but he has a TON of terrible jokes up his sleeves, and they border on dad jokes at this point. you simply roll your eyes and kiss him for being so silly.
i just know this man comes home to you and WHINES. like, no matter what it is, he’ll always have something to complain about from work and you’re happy to listen to him bitch and moan about the smallest things ever. he also lays down on your lap and you to rub his shoulders and console him, whatever it is. you know he appreciates it because he usually always responds with something along the lines of “you’re right, baby, i do push myself too hard!” and you coo at him while continuing to console him further.
VOX NSFW !
i know he definitely gets irritated when someone interrupts his work but would be so into having sex on the job, and even loves ignoring calls from the vees for you. but of course doing it one too many times has its consequences, and he laughs nervously the one time he backs out. i can just imagine him going, “oh, haha, uh—sorry baby, i uh—listen i know we usually—it’s—FUCK um—just—just five minutes okay baby?”
i know this man’s hickeys feel like tiny zaps on your skin, and the marks reflect that instead of bruises
regarding the ‘sitting on his lap’ thing … you tried riding his thigh once and he DID NOT like that. seconds after you were sitting on his cock, crying his name from how he was just pumping into you mercilessly.
“still wanna tease me on my own fucking thigh, sweetie?” he clicks his tongue and grunts right after, his hands on your waist was enough to leave bruises.
that being said, he makes sure valentino never catches sight of you. the things you do to this man is beyond anything he could have thought and somehow, he feels uneasy at the fact that the way you have sex with him was DEFINITELY porn worthy and the thought of you being on camera in that way makes him want to wrap all of himself around you like a blanket to cover you from all of hell.
LUCIFER.
ironically, this man does NOT give you the world. instead, he gives you casual nights out turned into nights where you share all your secrets with him, and he tells you everything might not be okay now, or ever, but whatever it is, he’ll be right there with you. think going to your favorite diners, cruising and carpooling along the quieter side of hell, screaming at the top of your lungs. this man is all about authenticity. he wants the bond, not the experience.
that doesn’t mean he doesn’t spoil you every now and then—he definitely does research on the best bars in the ring and takes you out every month during your monthsaries and gets you at least 10 different gifts—half of which are little trinkets you and him picked up from your little adventures together.
unironically so fucking good at picking out jewelry for you. you don’t know how he does it, but every time you both visit a jewelry store, you always pick out necklaces and rings and he always comes to you with pieces that just look way more stunning on you. he always insists on being the one to slip the rings onto your fingers or chain the necklaces at the back of your neck, and he always flies up to do it.
he sometimes visits you as a bird and flies through your window. you like stroking his little cheek and it always causes him to transform suddenly which catches you off guard, and he uses this opportunity to kiss you.
he makes rubber duckies modeled after you!! all of them have different outfits from all the times you spend together.
forehead touches. so important for him, he does it so often and it’s nothing short of endearing.
this man COOKS and he COOKS WELL. every now and then when you both stay home he always whips up five-star restaurant grade steak for you, same goes for his carbonara, fish and chips, ramen, fried rice, stew—whatever it is, he loves making it with his own two hands and loves cooking for you.
lucifer makes his own clothes seeing as his hat has a gold snake and an apple on it which only really related to him, and he also has a unique circus vibe to his clothing. he made his clothes out of magic but after meeting you he wanted to get into sewing to make you something from scratch.
LUCIFER NSFW !
i absolutely agree with a lot of lucifer stans on him being a definite switch BUT i just know that if this man tops, he tops HARD. i mean, we’re talking about the angel who successfully seduced not just the FIRST WOMAN to ever exist, but the SECOND TOO. WHILE SHE WAS LOYAL TO ADAM. I FEEL LIKE THAT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF
he’d definitely do a multitude of things while trying out a few kinks to see just what kind of top flusters you. if you like service tops, he found out when he insisted on fingering you right after he’d brought you to orgasm with his tongue. dominant top? he found out when he crawled on top of you and said, “take it off for me, lovely.” all while leaving a trail of hickeys all from your jaw all the way down to your collarbone. the list goes on.
no matter if he tops or bottoms, this man begs, and its especially orgasm-worthy when he does it as a bottom. you’re riding him to your own climax and he’s close too and he goes, “ohhh god fuck please let me cum honey—let me cum please fuck! can i cum can i cum my love? i won’t until you say so oh fuck please baby—”
he knows when you’re pent up. apparently you give of a certain set of cues through body language only he sees and he’s observed it from you in all sorts of situations; going out with friends, sitting in bed with a book, tapping a pencil to your lip—it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. he can tell. and he never tells you how.
seeing as he usually has to fly up to kiss you on the lips, he takes every opportunity he has in bed just to kiss you. he could be going so damn rough on you that the neighbors can hear and he’d still be making out with you so damn hard.
definitely prides himself on cunnilingus. i know everyone mentions this because of the v he made to his lips but it just makes sense for him to do that if he’s good at it! he becomes a grunting, begging, whimpering mess when you suck him off but when he eats you out? you compare it to how restaurants have a signature dish—lucifer’s is whatever miracles he can perform with his tongue.
ALASTOR.
i think this is obvious because he literally hosts possibly the most famous radio broadcast in the entire ring, but this man has a way with words.
“to put it simply my dear, i just never thought the stars could walk on dirty streets, let alone ones that belong in hell,” he sighs with an almost dreamy tone to it as he rested chin on his knuckles, leaning closer to you from the other side of the table with his elbow propped up on it. “but it seems you’re living proof of that.”
you took that as his way of explaining his aromanticism and asexuality to you, even if he isn’t fully aware of those terms yet.
“how did a lovely thing like you end up with a gruesome animal such as myself?”
nonetheless, you and him are partners and he owns it, even if he’ll never admit that it is daunting for someone who has never felt this way about anyone else before. someone who has never liked anyone romantically before. he owns it because he doesn’t want the one person he’s ever loved to slip from his grasp. not when he was just so used to getting what he wants using his own bare hands.
seeing as he is aroace, he doesn’t kiss you directly on the lips but hugs you all the time and maybe kisses cheek-to-cheek.
he listens to your gossip and even arranges dates for you both to properly get together and just dish. he gossips back sometimes too, but not too much as he feels like that would be like treating you like the other friends he has. he’d rather spend this time he has with you focusing on, well, you, not other people’s foolish mistakes. but he sees how excited you are to tell him these things sometimes so, he listens still.
regularly slow dances with you, especially to old romantic songs the both of you like. it’s one of the rare times physical contact doesn’t feel foreign to him as he’s danced with many women, and he actually finds it endearing when you press your head on his chest. it shows that you feel safe around him, and that’s the best thing that could happen for him when you’re dating one of the most feared and powerful overlords in hell.
always does house chores with you even though he could use his powers to just speed up the process. something about cleaning up together just feels so intimate to him compared to physical touch.
ALASTOR NSFW !
he hates being touched, no question about that—but he also doesn’t like to see you pent up. he understands that everyone has their own desires, however filthy they might be—but your own are as good as sacred. you’re the one thing he treasures beyond all others and just as you can’t change the fact that he’s aroace, he can’t change the fact that you have needs.
so he comes up with something just for you; he asks if it would help if he talked you through it. praising or degrading you, whichever you prefer. telling you how much he misses having your hands on his, feeling you close to him. when he says this, he imagines you both dancing as you usually do, but of course, as you masturbate, you’re thinking of something else. this happens when he’s not in the room but he leaves his mic behind to act as a phone for the both of you.
“are you close, love? will you finish for me?” “y-yes …” “good girl.”
i imagine after a while of being with him, he would have seen you naked a few times on accident but he brushes it off well because there’s never anything sexual tied to it. so, when he is in the room while you get off, he’d use his powers to have a glowing green chain around your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.
“do you like it when i do this to you, hm? tell me just how much you relish being my good girl.”
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so i just watched hazbin hotel ep 7 preview...
(this is a continuation of heaven reader)
alastor using angel reader for a larger, grander scheme than vaggie thought.
maybe he didn't give a shit about you at all? what if he was using you as a rook piece.
or maybe...
he was willing to flip the scales just to have you in his maleficent grasps.. maybe you were important for another reason she'd never be able to imagine. not even in her most wildest dreams.
there's a primal fear that claws at the back of veggies brain, before it quickly chills and numbs the front of her brain whenever she thought about you.
she scrapped her mind to try and remember you: yet you were no where to be found.
that has to do with alastor somehow.
and alastor....
he doesn't care to decipher his feelings. doesn't bother to answer any questions about you in detail. instead he sang a song about how in 'love' you two were in when alive.
of course vaggie spoke up, always there to pop whatever bubble he put into everyone's, (not like they fully believed him) especially charlie's mind
"even so, you have your own problems to worry about. isn't that right, miss vag"
"vagg" she sneered turning away to go tend to her problem.
and yet, whenever alastor is seated at the chess board, pieces already at war. his hand always seems to linger on one of the white rooks.
eyeing it eerily with one of his infamous smiles, he takes the black's rook and strikes down the white's. this left a hole in the white's strategy as he moved his piece away from danger.
clenching the dead rook in his hand, he tightened his grip and his smile before discarding the piece with the other dead soldiers into the fire pit. all alastor knew is that he wanted everything to slip, crumble, and fall into chaos.
he wants to see friends betrayed, families die, lives get ruined. and as much carnage that it would take centuries to clean up.
he wants complete and utter pandemonium.
he laughed viciously at the fire. and with a wave of his hand all the pieces were in starting positions brand spanking new. yet he made sure the rook was burnt on its crown.
alastor mused to himself "what's the best kind of chaos?"
picking up the burnt rook again, alastor moved it first.
his jaw clenched and his eyes grinned as he heard a commotion downstairs, charlies voice on top.
the best kind is when you're able to physically kneel into the ground and plant its invasive seed yourself.
right into heavens impenetrable gates.
and right in your graceful, little, hands
he thought, grabbing his cane before standing up. he gave one last look to the chess board, to the rook, before he and his shadow vanished.
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not edited, hell, not even proofread. I literally wrote this, then posted
if I write more of angel reader x shithead alastor then ill make a tag el oh el
alastor's such a little shit I LOVE him
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kisscho · 4 months
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❝ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡. ❞ hsr x reader
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synopsis. cleaning their nasty wounds, just for them.
warnings. mentions of blood, wounds, etc. related i guess
author's notes. GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!!! (im not from america)
pairings. gepard, kafka, blade, jing yuan, dan heng, caelus x gn!reader
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gepard doesn't say anything at first, just let's you do your thing honestly. just likes to see you carefully wrap bandages around his wounds from fighting against nasty anti-matter legion monsters, doesn't do it on purpose, but somehow always gets scars, especially nasty ones that you really have to wrap around the whole of his chest, and all around his waist. he swears he doesn't mean to do it on purpose so much that you do it somewhat everyday, little, or big, he'll always end up coming home with them, and likes to really just sit in silence, just watching you cover up his nasty wounds for him. it's really a nice way to just spend the night together, in his eyes, you know?
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kafka on the other hand, doesn't really always get them, but whenever she does, they're big as hell. always comes running to you first once her mission or whatever she'd be assigned with would be done. just playfully flirting with you while you wrap large bandages around her waist, carefully patching her up making sure her wounds wouldn't get her body infected or such. will always ask for a kiss on the scar when they're all patched up to 'make it feel all better', you better oblige because she won't go to sleep without it!
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blade just walks up to you, no words, just walks up to you and gestures out to the wound that he wants you to bandage up. while you aid his wounds, likes his just kiss you on the forehead, randomly, no reason, he just does. even if the power he has is massive, he still ends up with a scar or two, big and small, no he doesn't do it on purpose just for you both to just be together, really silent while you do, but i promise you he's way more than happy for you to be cleaning his nasty wounds for him. please give him a kiss or two after, he says he needs it or else the wounds will just keep coming, even if you do though, small ones still occur the next day.
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jing yuan likes to just lean his head on yours while he praises you for how good you clean and patch his wounds. kind of stalls while you do clean them just to give passionate kisses onto your lips, okok he'll stop he promises!! maybe.. wants to cuddle the shit out of you after, just to tell you how good you did. but anyways, likes it when you start to clean his wounds cause you tend to talk more then, just likes to strike random conversations while you clean up wounds all over his body. pats your head occasionally, tells you you've been good. just overall praises you and loves you throughout all of it, and will admit he does sometimes do it purposefully.. sometimes.
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dan heng is also apart of one of the silent group, doesn't talk a lot when you clean up nasty wounds on his back. wrapping around the bandage around his waist, all the way to his back, he can't help but be a little flustered when you do. dabbing the cloth with alcohol to remove bacteria makes him shake a little, and he starts to smile as he sees your smile when the alcohol makes contact with his bloodied up wounds. kisses on your forehead, or cheeks, depending where you are on his body when patching him up, he'll give a kiss or two, just give him some love back too<3
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caelus likes to talk about what happened that day while you bandage his wounds, they're common to see on his arms mostly. kisses are never uncommon, you'll always feel them when his head is near your neck and back. gets lowkey giddy when you start wrapping big bunches of bandages around his waist. after everything is all said and done, will hug you from behind and thank you with lots of cuddles and kisses in bed! after all it was a stressful day today, might as well!
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gojo kinda cute ill post for jjk soon >_★
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iamsuuuuuuupertired · 3 months
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Job Application Advice from Someone Who Works in a Career Advising Office
[As per requests by @akariaikawa, @machinegunbukkake, and an anon ask]
Mostly irrelevant disclaimer: I am so sleep deprived and I feel like my brain has been straight up microwaved so this will be at least slightly unhinged so apologies up front for that. Grad school finals are no joke and I do NOT recommend getting a PhD in anything unless you really really want to. This shit is not for casuals. So I hope that you manage to get something out of this guide that got put together by the soup-for-brains version of me who uses way too many exclamation points and makes asides like I’m a Shakespearean actor.
Anyway, let’s get this fucking show on the road, it’s gonna be a long one.
Actually relevant disclaimer: I’m American and the career office I work in is at a university, so a lot of this advice is going to be America/College/Entry Level-centric, BUT not all of it! At least a good half is going to be applicable to job applications in general, so feel free to skim through those other parts. ILY.
(also for those of you who are non-americans, in the US college=university. They’re the same thing so I’m gonna use the terms interchangeably just fyi)
(also also I am, as mentioned, a grad student so I have like negative money. I am incapable of blazing this post but if anyone else is feeling generous enough to, please be my guest and I will kiss you directly on the mouth or like give you a firm handshake, whichever you prefer)
STRUCTURE/TABLE OF CONTENTS
Resumes/Cover Letters
Indeed Should Only Be Your Side Piece
Interviews (barf)
Misc. Advice/Resources to Look Into
Don’t Give Up! I Believe in You.
RESUMES/COVER LETTERS
Hello, you are doing your resume wrong and it’s going directly in the trash. I am not kidding. My boss (at MY career office) literally ripped mine to pieces before she agreed to send it to the hiring people when I first applied, so unless you have taken a class or talked to an advisor person about it, I guarantee your resume is working against you instead of for you. So let’s fix that.
First: Your resume should ONLY be one page. Yes one. No not even double-sided. One. Page. Your professional references are their own separate document, don’t include them on your resume. You are absolutely allowed to fuck with the margins of your resume to squeeze in whatever you need to and go small on the font, but don’t go any lower than size 10. Here are some examples of a resume and here are more. The basic structure of a resume is the same no matter the position and oftentimes a company, especially a larger one, will put your resume through an algorithm before it ever sees human eyes and that algorithm will do its algorithm math (insert bad joke about girl math) on the structure and content of your resume and decide on whether to trash it or approve it for initial evaluation for hr. The biggest hurdle is not being under-qualified or undereducated, it's beating the algorithm. Go figure. (Also don't worry about what section to put where or whether or not you used the right font, that level of detail is not necessary. Just keep things black and white and classy, I'll include a list of things you should include in your resume and what you don't need to include at all at the end of this section.)
Second: DESCRIBE your professional experience, don't just list it. Don’t have any professional experience? Yes you do. Have you volunteered anywhere? That’s professional experience. Unpaid internship? Professional experience. Babysat your neighbor’s kids? Professional fucking experience. It’s not about the position as much as it is about how you sell it. Include as many numbers as you can in your description, those HR bitches fucking love numbers. Anything to do with leadership? Emphasize that! Train anybody on anything? Note that shit and how many too (bitches love numbers). In the midst of the hell of covid before I decided to go back to school because I just couldn't fucking take it anymore I worked at target. In fact, I worked at two different targets, one a year after the other and god the second one was so much worse than the first. But! They provide a good example for how to frame job experience on your resume. So take a gander:
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See what I did? Looks super professional and impressive, right? The people reading it would have no idea that I spent months daydreaming about killing my boss (fuck you Allison you made my life a living hell) or that these were both entry-level, minimum wage positions. It's all about the phrasing.
Which brings us to the third point: personalize that shit. You want to beat the algorithm so use its basic function against it. Your description of your job experience should include as many action words as grammatically possible. Where should you get most of those action words? The job description that the algorithm is referencing! Does that shit talk about teamwork? Use it in a description. Does it mention wanting an “independent, hard worker?” Describe what you did independently as you worked really hard at your job. And put numbers in there!! (Bitches love numbers)
What to include:
Contact info. Put that at the very top and make sure to include your full name and email address. You can also put your phone number if you're comfortable. 
Your education. That's usually the first section people go with unless it's taking too much space away from your professional experience section and it's not really relevant, in which case it's OK to exclude it.
Professional experience. This includes paid and unpaid positions, internships, as well as non-contract work (babysitting, etc.) and volunteering. You can separate these into different sections or just list them all chronologically (Most recent goes on top!!)
Dates. Date that shit! Put the start and end date on all of it (bitches love numbers). Don't worry about exact days, month is fine. You can guesstimate on your older stuff.
Relevant skills. Feel like your resume is too empty? Add a skill section. Know how to code but never used that skill in the workplace? Add it in a skill section. Don't have skills? Yes you do. Teamwork, leadership, moderating arguments. Microsoft office. It's all skills. Google examples of resume skills and steal whichever ones fit best.
What you don't need to include:
Your physical address. They don't need to know where you live!
Your GPA. You're not applying to grad school, they don't need to know.
Your previous salary. It's mostly irrelevant and also none of their business.
Your volunteer experience from 6th grade. Work experience in high school is fine if you're under the age of 35, but don't include shit from when you were 11.
BEFORE I FORGET! If you’re applying to a job with the US federal government (not state governments or lower) they have a whole different resume recipe that’s the opposite of concise. This is the federal govt so they want your previous addresses, your salary for allll of your previous jobs, your fucking social security number, and your favorite color. I’m not super familiar with it but here is a guide from the DOL. Good luck and may god have mercy on your soul or whatever.
Cover Letters are the Ernie to your resume’s Bert. (Sesame Street reference!) Your resume is serious and detailed and to the point, your cover letter is you introducing yourself. Hello, my name is [Francine or something] and I am really interested in working with/for you because of reasons 1, 2, and 3 and I think I would be a good fit because I am a team player with these relevant skills (phrasing pulled from job description!) to do the job well and be a reliable employee. I look forward to hearing from you, [signature], printed name. That's it! And yes, it only needs to be one page too. Tailor the letter a bit to the specific employer because it will a) let them know you put in the effort to learn about them and b) make sure they don't think you're sending the same generic, insincere letter to 200 other companies as well. It doesn't have to be super detailed or insanely earnest, you just need to make them believe that you want to work for them specifically because they're special. (Protip: if you can find it, address the letter to the specific name of the person who will be reviewing applications. They love to be acknowledged.) Here are some example cover letters and here is some more advice. Go nuts.
INDEED SHOULD ONLY BE YOUR SIDE PIECE
My dude. My guy. Girlypop. Indeed does not deserve all the effort you are sinking into this relationship. It’s trash - literally, it’s full of spam postings - and you should be spending the majority of your time on other resources. I’m not saying abandon indeed entirely, some people still manage to get jobs through it, but like it and other public job board websites are not your friends. Statistically speaking, it's estimated that 70% of job openings are never actually posted online.
So where the fuck are they???
They are in email lists and internal company memos and water cooler conversations. This is where perhaps the least understood part of the job market comes in: networking. It’s estimated that up to 85% of people got their most recent job through networking. Of the three currencies involved in the job market (education/qualifications and professional experience are the other two) networking is usually the biggest bang for your buck. You're not usually going to get a job if you have literally no experience in the field, but getting your foot in the door to the room where they decide whether you're experienced enough or not most often depends on who you know - who do you know who already has access to the room where it happens. Yes, this is why nepo babies exist and is generally detrimental to the principles of meritocracy, but I'm not here to critique the job market, I'm just here to advise you on how to wrangle the beast. And the reason why networking works is because companies prefer to hire known quantities instead of rolling the dice on strangers.
But imsuuuuupertired, you say, I don't have a network. Yes you do. You have friends and family and coworkers. If you're in college you have professors - go to their office hours and get to know them. Get involved in their research. Previously did an internship? Check in with the internship coordinator or HR.
But imsuuuuupertired, I really don't have a network. I'm an orphan and this is the first day I've ever left the cave I grew up in. Where do I go about forming a network with the least amount of effort necessary?
LinkedIn Baybee - the social media site where cyberstalking someone is encouraged and you should totally do it. It’s like facebook specifically for your professional persona except that Linkedin has not aided and abetted any ethnic genocides (as far as I know). What you do (after setting up your profile and making a couple posts) is go stalking. There is a job posting page but beware! It's the same shit as indeed. (also insider info: all that “# of people have already applied to this position” shit is all lies. Lies!) That's not what LinkedIn is for!!!
LinkedIn job heist plan:
Step 1: find the page of a large community/organization that you are at least tangentially involved in. If you’re in college/just graduated this could be your university’s alumni page. Alternatively, find the page of an employer that you really want to work for.
Step 2: use their search bar to look up people who have your dream job or work in your dream office and single them out. Don't shoot for a CEO or someone with comparable skill levels/experience cause the CEO won't give a fuck and your work twin will view you as competition. Look in-between the two. 
Step 3: after you've found a few, shoot them an introductory message introducing yourself and ask if they would be willing to offer you advice or tips or insight or whatever about the industry. DON'T ask them for job application advice right away, they'll just feel used. But if you approach them as experts they're far more likely to engage with you. People love giving out their opinions.
Step 4: after you've gone back and forth a few times, THEN you can ask them about job stuff. You probably still shouldn't ask outright if there's a job opening at their office, but asking if they have recommendations on where to start looking or if they've heard of any good opportunities recently is A+. If you're really lucky they'll be like “oh yeah there's this current opening that's perfect for you, just send me your resume!” But that's not super common.
Step 5: repeat as necessary. DO NOT pay for premium! That shit’s unnecessary unless you’re actually the company looking for the applicants.
Another good place to make connections is at a job fair. Colleges will usually host at least one per term. Local governments often have them once or twice a year. Sometimes professional organizations or specific companies will host one. It's best to go in person because you will make a stronger impression/memory for a recruiter. But ultimately your goal is to get their contact info and strike up a conversation similar to the LinkedIn stuff, just more employer oriented.
If all else fails, find a few of your ideal employers and send your resume in an email directly to HR. Structure your email message like a cover letter except without a specific job position you're applying for. Worst case scenario: they just throw it away. Best case scenario: they have a job opening and will take this opportunity to schedule an interview. Average scenario: they put your resume in a folder with all the other ones they keep on file and promise to contact you if anything does open up.
INTERVIEWS (barf)
This shit is a skill and the best way to improve a skill is to practice (barf). There are places to practice and ways to do it yourself as well. Your local library will often hold practice interview sessions as well as other govt entities. If there's an employment or labor department in your local or state govts then they probably host them at least semi-regularly. You can also recruit your friends or even, if you're a student, a professor that you have a good report with. University career offices should also either offer practice sessions or personal appointments for students. Just graduated? Check their alumni association.
Once you get the interview: Most places will provide you with a list of questions they intend to ask you in the interview about an hour before it starts. Don't bother writing out perfect answers, just bullet point that shit. They don’t care if you review your notes, they just want you to look them in the eye as you answer. (Fellow neurodivergers I feel your pain but I also don’t make the rules. Try looking at their nose or where their monobrow would be if they had one.) When you introduce yourself give a smile and a firm handshake and try your best not to look too nervous. They'll expect you to have some nerves, but if your hands are straight up shaking then stick them in your lap and leave them there. Dress for the position that you're applying for. Make sure to have at least a couple questions for them for engagement reasons. Thank them for their time at the end and give them another handshake. 
DO NOT FORGET THIS NEXT STEP: within 24 hours make sure to send your interviewer an email thanking them for their time and consideration. This is an unspoken rule in the interview process for some fucking reason but this is the make or break point. If they're not entirely sure about you, this is what pushes them over the edge. If they think they like you but you don't send the thank you note, they're gonna rethink how much they actually do like you. It doesn't have to be complex, it just has to be sent. Send it to the specific person who interviewed you. Yes it's fine to ask them for their email at the end of the interview if you don't already have it. 
Super nervous about the interview and feel like you might throw up? Trick your brain into not being nervous by being your own hype man. I’m serious, this is a trick I learned from a therapist and it actually fucking works. When I had to do the oral exam for my Masters I screamed the entire drive up to campus about how I was gonna blow them the fuck away and repeated that shit at the top of my lungs and I finished that exam early! They were so impressed by my confidence that they let me out in half the time. I felt like I’d pulled off the craziest magic trick.
Concerned about questions? Don’t worry too much. They’re all usually the same. Here is a good list to practice with. Don’t have a good answer to an example question? Make one up! They won’t fucking know and they’re not gonna check. Tell them something your old coworker did and claim you did it instead. Have a gap in your resume? A big one? Easy: you were recovering from an illness. They are legally not allowed to look into your health history or push for more info and it's a plausible answer.
Questions they should not be legally asking you and you absolutely should not answer:
How old are you?
Are you married?
Do you have kids?
Do you plan to have kids?
Are you religious?
U gay bro?
These are all discriminatory questions and if they keep asking then that’s a red flag and you should leave.
If you are disabled and it is not immediately obvious and/or you do not require immediate, permanent accommodations, then they don’t need to know. You can set that up with HR later and, again, they can’t pry into your health history so they’ll just have to assume it's a recent diagnosis/recently got worse.
A fun thing I'd never heard of until I got my job at a career office: informational interviews. Informational interviews = the UNO reverse card of interviews. Hate answering questions? Now you ask the questions! You won’t get a job out of this kind of interview but you will get a bunch of insider information and advice. Remember those people I told you to stalk on LinkedIn? Ask to grab a coffee with them for half an hour or if they’d be willing to meet over zoom. They are gonna know way more secrets of your specific field than I do.
MISC. ADVICE/POTENTIAL RESOURCES TO LOOK INTO
Apply even if you don’t think you’re fully qualified! Unless you’re applying to be a doctor or a lawyer or whatever, sticking to the letter of the “required qualifications” section on a job posting is not, in fact, required. You have wiggle room, it’s about how you sell yourself as a candidate. (Note: ladies! Men are statistically more likely to apply to jobs they don’t have the exact qualifications for. Beat them at that blind confidence babes!)
Lots of larger companies will list job openings on their personal websites rather than indeed, or they’ll post the same on both but favor non-indeed applicants because indeed actually sends them spam too.
If you’re still in college: do not!!! just! focus on your degree! Do internships or part time jobs or volunteer in something in your chosen field. If you’re overloaded during the school year, just do that shit over summer break. But not all summer break because you deserve a rest babygirl/babyboy/baby[what’s the nonbinary slang for child? Kid?]. ILY.
Find the closest career advising office and GO THERE: colleges/universities, the public library (yes! Another thing to love about the public library is they do job stuff too!!), your local govt’s employment office, etc.
Find career fairs nearby or online and GO THERE: colleges/universities, govt sponsored, professional association conventions, etc.
Still still in college? Hang out with your professors. I promise it’s not weird, you’re both adults, and they are quite literally a professional working in your field. They’re just in the academic niche of it.
It’s okay to do an intermediate job before you reach your ideal position, that’s actually pretty normal, and it’s also okay to change your mind, that’s normal too.
Some More Resources:
LinkedIn Learning (one month free trial, often available for free at your public library)
Fucking khan academy!?!
TheMuse.com
careeronestop.org (operated by the US federal DOL)
DON’T GIVE UP! I BELIEVE IN YOU
Look, this is a lot. And it’s gonna take effort and be kinda hard, but it is so much more proactive than sending your resume to 800 bots on indeed every week. It’s also gonna be less likely that you’ll have to compromise on a job that you didn’t really want. These things take time. If you’re a recent college graduate it takes an average of 3-6 months before you nail down a job. But y’all can do this shit. I believe in you so hard. Go work that capitalist nightmare system and beat it at its own game! Or whatever you feel up to.
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Y'all know I love this man and can't help but write for him....so here's a little dribble
I couldn't find the post/meme I got this idea from but the idea was spilling coffee and a random guy buying you a new one
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Sukuna Ryomen was perfectly content with not talking to you
That's what he told himself the first time he saw you walk into the classroom with a godawful poke-a-dot skirt on
If anything he was annoyed that you interrupted the professor since you came in late
But he didn't think much of you until you plop down right beside him
Especially since there were other spaces to sit, most people stayed clear of him for all superficial reasons but he didn't mind that
After all it kept his life quiet and he liked it that way
He was just surprised that a goody-goody-looking two shoes girl like you didn't think twice about sitting next to him and all his tattoos
But that was as far as his curiosity was going to go he went back to taking his notes and you didn't bother him for the rest of class
Sukuna was fine not talking to you he told himself
Even though he wondered where the hell you found all those hideous clothes you strolled in with
But he wasn't gonna talk to you no matter how pretty he thought your eyes were
Days go by and Sukuna watches you
Not in a creepy way he's just observant
He won't admit it but he's curious about the girl who sits next to him
But he's content with piecing together little things about you
Like your name which he thought was cute as far as names go
You were messy and unorganized he could tell that by how you took notes and came to class late at least twice a week
And you were funny and smart that he knew by how you'd answer questions in class
But above all, he thought you were sweet
Even though you didn't speak much you always flashed him a sweet smile saying hello as you sat down
And the same thing was the case with today
You flashed a smile sitting down next to him
But for whatever reason today Sukuna felt like smiling back
But like the dork you were before saying hi you spilled the coffee you had all over the desk
"Fuck," you muttered along with other curse words while using your cardigan to soak up the coffee as quickly as you could
It had already spilled over to his side and dripped on him and that made you panic
You didn't need to ruin this guy's clothes so you reached over trying to pat his pants but just as you started
You realize what you were doing
You looked up to meet his dark his maroon eyes
"Shit, I am so so sorry-eh I wasn't trying to touch your jun-i am really sorry " You said pulling away
Sukuna wasn't upset.
Annoyed mostly but more surprised to hear you cursing
He didn't think you seemed like the type
"It's fine," he said coldly you give him a sympathetic smile this time as a thanks for not making it a big deal, "I can pay you for those if you want."
"Don't worry about it." He sighed
Once you had everything handled you sat down, "Just my luck huh," you tried talking to make it leas awkward, "I get here early for once, and look at me a hot ass mess."
"Whaddya get anyway?"
"Huh?"
"The coffee whaddya get?"
"Oh," you averted your eyes, "it's umm..kinda embarrassing actually..."
That piqued his interest, "I'm listening." He smirked
"Alright but don't judge me," you start with a nervous smile, "It's a grande ice-shaken espresso four blonde ristretto no classic eight pumps of chi, nine pumps of brown sugar extra caramel drizzle in a venti cup....with almond milk..."
Sukuna started to chuckle if that's your drink of choice no wonder you always seemed full of energy, "do you like coffee with your sugar?"
"I said don't judge me!" You whined, "Besides there's four whole shots in there."
He just shook his head with a snort getting up, "That can't be healthy."
You wanted to argue but he had already left the classroom with his bag
You felt bad Sukuna had always been nice to you letting you use a pen whenever you needed one or tapping your shoulder when you drifted off to sleep
Even though you only suspect the latter and could never prove it
And what have you done for him? Spilled coffee all over his sweats
Sukuna didn't know what was compelling him to do this
He should be in his class right now learning
Yet here he was in line remembering your ridiculous drink
But he wanted to make your day....call it his good deed for the year
And it was worth it when he saw your face light up when he sat your drink down in front of you
"Try not to spill it this time." was all he said with a wink
It isn't until class is over that you speak to him, "Seriously you didn't have to do that for me."
"Don't mention it, sweetheart." Sukuna said getting up
"Sweet-sweetheart?--I-" you stuttered, "um fir-"
"Seriously don't mention it. It was just my good deed for the day." He shrugged walking out
"Common there's something I can do for you right?" You pestered him big smile on your face
Sukuna was perfectly content with not engaging with you further but you were so cute looking up with hope in those (e/c) eyes
"Sure you can make it up to me," he said smugly
"You just name it." You beamed
It would probably be for the best that Sukuna left you alone but you were just so interesting and sometimes Sukuna cant help himself
"I'm thinking of a date you free at noon this weekend?"
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littledemondani · 5 months
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Hello first time here at your page
I am a sucker for revenge, so how about we give to Fuckboy Eddie a good taste of his own medicine, i want to make this bitch cry a little
Does this makes me evil ?
warnings: 18+ mdni, brief alcohol use, mentions of public sex, fuckboy!eddie, fem!reader, no use of y/n, possessiveness, slight angst, fwb to lovers
it’s not evil at all! he deserves to cry.
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you’ve teased him about it relentlessly for weeks now. every time you bring up your coworker, josh, and how he’s the only reason you’re able to get through the agonizing 8 hours of work at your current workplace, eddie’s brows pinch and his tone gets snappy.
“awww, you’re jealous,” you’d say, looking at him with a slight pout.
“not even close, sweetheart,” he’d always reply back, shaking his head.
“whatever you say, munson.”
he’d then roll his eyes and look anywhere else but at you.
tonight, though, tonight he realizes he’s been full of shit the entire time.
the two of you are at a bar in downtown indianapolis, the same bar you met him at a little over a year ago, and you’re currently dancing with some dude.
eddie watches as you sway your hips to the beat of whatever hit pop song is blaring through the speakers. mystery guy trails his left hand down your front and over your abdomen. you make no efforts to stop him as he inches closer to your cunt. he leans down and whispers something in your ear, you nod along, then he takes your hand and leads you towards the back of the bar where the restrooms are.
eddie feels nothing but rage. he tells himself he should go after you, because he knows exactly where you’re headed and what you’re off to do. he’s done that same move more times than he can count, not just with you, but other girls, too. hell, he did it a few days ago after one of his gigs. but he knows deep down he can’t go barging into the restroom and beat that guy’s ass. the two of you aren’t dating. you’re not even exclusive to each other. he’d be going back on the conditions he set himself. so, he sits on the barstool, downing the rest of his beer and then starting on another.
twenty minutes later and you come out of the restroom, your lipstick smeared a little, hair slightly mussed up, and mystery guy’s cum dripping from your cunt onto your panties. you search the bar for eddie, expecting to find him with another girl but surprised to see him standing against a wall by himself. his arms are crossed against his chest.
“there you are,” you smile as you walk up to him. “i looked everywhere for you.”
he takes you in, his brown eyes scanning you up and down before he scoffs. “yeah, i’m sure you did.”
you frown at that, but decide not to push it.
“ready to go?” you ask instead.
he nods and leads the way out of the bar into the cool, november night.
it’s silent on the walk to where his van is parked, and you’re starting to wonder what the hell is up.
“are you mad at me or something?” you blurt out.
“what? why would i be mad at you?” he questions, though his tone isn’t helping him in any way.
“well, i don’t know,” you shrug, stopping just before you reach his van. “that’s why i asked you.”
he sighs deeply, almost as if he’s annoyed you’re even asking in the first place. he’s not annoyed with you. he’s annoyed with himself for feeling the way he does about you and not doing anything about it.
“i’m not mad at you,” he finally says, looking over at you. “i-i just —. forget it.” he opens the passenger door to his van and motions for you to get in.
you know exactly what he’s upset about. you could tell from the moment you walked up to him. you saw him eyeing you dancing with mystery guy and watching you leave to the restroom with him. you saw him glancing at you in your post-sex state.
“you know,” you say as you step closer to him. “you’re not the only one who can have fun, eddie. you fuck different girls all the time and i just ‘have to’ suck it up because ‘you know what this is.’ but when i decide to have some fun for myself, you get mad and treat me like this?”
you’re glancing up at him, nostrils flaring with anger and eyes glaring daggers. eddie opens his mouth to say something but you’re quick to interrupt him.
“if you’re mad that i fucked some random dude in there then i have some news for you. you know what the fuck this is, eddie,” you throw his own words back at him. “if you want things to be different then just fucking say s—.”
eddie cuts you off with his lips, pinning you up against the door of the van. you deepen the kiss, your hand finding purchase in his hair as you tug harshly.
“you’re mine,” he groans against your lips. “all of you. every fucking inch of you.”
“and you?” you ask, breaking the kiss to glance up at him through your lashes.
“yours,” he says with a slight tug at the corner of his lips. “i’m yours.”
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frat!Miguel and reader getting into an argument and them posting indirects on each others snap/insta stories and them reposting shady tiktoks knowing the other will see it until miguel just cracks and starts posting cute shit abt her😁😁😁
you are petty when it comes to arguing, never wanted to be the one to take defeat. you will crawl on broken glasses to hell and back before admitting that you’re wrong,
and sometimes it takes a toll on miguel, he’s frustrated over how you are so hard headed sometimes. because then it would lead to this. silent treatment and you stopping to go over the frat house,
but what drives him crazy the most is when he sees all the spam reposts on tiktok coming from your acc, somehow all of them made it to his for you page,
at first, miguel were doing the same too. to see how much you liked getting a little taste of your medicine,
“i’m annoying? you’re annoying, muñeca. let’s see how you like this one. bam” he snickers to himself as he reposts another tiktok of a guy complaining about his girlfriend’s petty behavior,
however the thing is? you don’t actually give a shit,
you’ve been training far too long to deal with this thanks to the shitty men in your previous relationship. so him being petty as you? doesn’t bother you a bit. if anything, it makes it more fun,
it irks him to know that you’re not responding to any of it. if he’s being honest, he wants you to spam him with texts of you being clingy and telling him to stop doing all that extra shit on tiktok. he misses that. he misses you
he swears he’s not letting himself go at that time. he wants you to be the one who apologizes or at least hit him back up. even glen had told him before to wait a couple more days and see if you would actually text him instead the other way around.
but five days without talking to his muñeca and sleeping by her side? yeah, he’s had it
miguel swipes through his contact list and hit your number before dialing it, pacing back and forth in his room.
“hello?” you answer after a few rings,
“i give up. I can’t. i don’t like this, i don’t like you being far from me” he blurts out without saying hello back, head shaking. “you need to come back, muñeca, please. i’m fucking losing it here”
“so you admit defeat, huh?” you smirk on the other line,
“yes. i am folding. i am on my knees.” he admits, running through a hand through his hair out of frustrations. “i’ll say anything you want to hear, whatever it is”
with a chuckle, you decide to tease him more. “post me more on your socials, maybe i think about it”
“i did!” he cries out, “three on my stories and three of your pics on the feed. and I’m rarely active on instagram, you know that!”
oh, he’s serious about this. “aw that’s so sweet, o’hara”
he wide eyed, not liking that name. “o’hara? who the fuck—no o’hara here! i am not o’hara to you, princesa!”
you laugh at how adorable he sounds when he gets upset over you call him by his last name,
you do miss him. miss him so much you can’t even think straight any more. and you hate having this little argument with him, it takes too much of you and his time. sleeping alone doesn’t sound so good anymore, it’s better with hin around.
“get over here, miggy”
he grins at your sudden invitation, grabbing his car keys off the table before rushing out of his room, nearly tripping over the carpet floor as he plucks his jacket from the couch. couple of the guys are all sat in the living room, eyes darting to his.
“woah, easy there pal. going somewhere?” beck raises an eyebrow at his best friend’s clumsy antics,
miguel slips on his shoes and put his signature snapback on
“heading over to my girl’s. won’t be back till tomorrow. bye.”with a cheeky grin, he fist bumps beck who looks at him funny before walking out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
carlos pops a beer can open, plopping onto the empty space of the sofa.
“you guys see that right? him being fucking whipped?”
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