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ataraxiaspainting · 4 months

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Montero.

Yan Gojo x F Reader.

Synopsis: It was easy to find you.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, and major power imbalance.

Word Count: 700.

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Satoru left the door unlocked again. He also left the keys on the table and some money. It was so obviously a trap. But how could you resist such an offer to get away from a man who has taken control of your entire life and forced you to be his little stay-at-home girlfriend? When you think about it later, after you were caught a few weeks later, after emptying every ATM you come across, using Satoru's stolen credit and debit cards, after buying yourself a motel room and passing out drunk, after buying one train ticket after another with the aim of getting to Japan's border and either sneaking onto a boat or purchasing a pass to get on. You thought of how to divide your stolen money, whether to sneak onto the ship or buy a ticket to not be arrested and thrown back into Satoru's suffocating arms. Unfortunately for you, Satoru already knew where you were, what you were doing, everything. He was always one step ahead of you.

You never know what is going on inside his head. It is both a blessing and a curse. You never know what he is going to do to you. But you also are not broken because Satoru, ironically enough, still has enough self-control to let you have some independence. Emphasis on some. It is mostly shown through moments exactly like this. But the independence is still false, like a painting of a door on a wall.

It may look good from afar, but it is unusable. It is only good for looking at and hoping that whatever higher power there is will eventually turn into a real door because you are not God. You are not God, and you cannot create things, living or not. Satoru knows this. You come to know it. In this world, Satoru is the closest thing to a god, you think.

He expects you to worship him as one too.

You used to, long ago. How could you resist being captivated by him, with his radiant presence and gleaming white appearance, emanating a comforting warmth and possessing eyes as vast as the boundless sky? Though his teachings were cryptic and filled with bewildering references to cursed energy and haunting visions, you swallowed them like sacred doctrine, like the finest wine in all the land, embracing him as your rescuer. He had liberated you from darkness and vowed to keep you immersed in luminosity. Whatever his true nature, it was divine enough for your devotion.

But you don’t anymore. You don’t know whether Satoru misses your praising words or not. But you don’t see him as the devil either, anymore. You blame him for the bottles and bottles you drink and drink in those motel rooms, using abandoned restrooms infested with rats, and soon having nothing to eat because you used all of your money out of impulse, out of fear. But deep down, you blame yourself for being caught back in Satoru’s web. Because, against everything and everyone telling you not to, you tried to get past security and sneak onto a boat to South Korea.

It made finding you all the easier, Satoru told you. He knew what you were doing the whole time, when you bought enough beer to nearly give you lethal alcohol poisoning, when he came to rescue you from the nearest police station, from the police officers interrogating you and threatening violence and insulting you with every word in the book. As much as you want to blame him entirely, you know some of it was you. He didn’t force you to do anything. You could have just stayed where you were placed and waited for him to come back. You are human, not immune to sin indulgence, and selfishness. So is Satoru. Neither of you are God, and neither of you are Satan.

But oh how you wish that either of you were. No matter who gets the power, at least there is some difference between you.

Because Satoru and you are many things, but self-sacrificing isn’t one of them. Both of you know that, and you hate it. Satoru loves it.

#author aya #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere gojo #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #yandere satoru gojo #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere gojo x reader #yandere gojo satoru #yandere jjk #jjk x reader #jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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ay0nha · 4 months

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When shall we meet again in thunder, lightning, or rain? | S.G. (I)

SUMMARY: You avoided addressing him directly, not quite due to fear but rather apathy. It took coaxing for you to even allow him to stay and now, without thought, you unknowingly beckoned him closer.

PAIRING: Satoru Gojo x Fushiguro!reader (Megumi's aunt/Toji's sister)

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

WARNINGS: Found family vibes atm, slight enemies to lovers, reader and gojo figuring out their dynamic through emotion constipation, angsty convos and feelings, canon-typical things, kid megumi, rushed ending, etc.

A/N: This took longer than I thought, but I want to take my time and really put effort into this one, so I hope you all enjoy. BIG shout out to @benzywenzymeowmeow this wouldn't have happened without your help. Much love. Again, based on/inspired by @stsgooo's post (here!). Let me know if you'd like to be tagged for future parts.

COMMENTS ENCOURAGED. PLEASE.

prologue part ii

The bliss was idyllic.

Your wrist balanced on the windowsill as you lazily tapped the ash of your cigarette. The cool air caressed your arm and gave you goosebumps that reminded you that you were still alive—human.

Your senses were perked.

The city outside kept you attentive as your head rested back. The day was long, but hearing the taxis carrying bubbling people made it worth it. You imagined how some were on their way to find warmth in their home while others were dressed for an endless night of laughter.

You loved how you contrasted the city; your living room was empty and quiet. You could no longer hear Megumi’s shuffling feet above you. The tranquility was still a fresh oddity. The new life created was a semblance of happiness. You traded hyper-vigilant nights for bedtime stories, cooking meals only for the kids for family dinners, and Gojo’s scarcity of communication for peaceful nights like tonight.

The privilege that came with Gojo’s name made your stomach churn. It was simple at first, pushing Gojo into a subconscious level. However, the task became daunting; an ache emerged from so deep within that it took months for you to realize he was responsible.

You were overdue for an interruption. You answered the door after the third knock.

“Gojo.” The cigarette dangled from your lip and bobbed with every syllable. “Megumi’s asleep.”

“Already?” Gojo feigned surprise; his intentions were obvious that he wasn’t here for your nephew. “It’s only—

“Midnight.” You sucked in a crackling breath. With pointed eyes, you took his presence in. On your breath out, the smoke clouded his face, “What do you want?”

“I didn’t know you smoked.” He used your question as an invitation, pushing past the threshold. He was always amused learning more about you, able to store away the details for later torment.

With a chastised drag, you smothered the tobacco on the closest thing. “I don’t.”

There were reasons habits quickly morphed into vices, something immoral and wicked. You turned to smoking when you were young, disappearing seamlessly into a crowd that did the same. It grew into something that was seen as an extension of yourself—something nervously born only to be counterintuitive.

You had gone to the store tonight for something so trivial that you struggled to remember what it was. The itch on your palm was a distraction from it all as you pointed for the pack behind the counter. It seemed like the right thing to do to combat stress, especially as you purchased a cheap lighter to follow through.

It hadn’t been a comfort you thought it would be, but it was the only way you knew best to preoccupy yourself. You weren’t used to such repose surrounding you. You felt—safe.

Now, each push forward felt unreliable and fuzzy. You didn’t like the way you felt so exposed.

“Megumi’s getting stronger.” You couldn’t stand the idle silence, mainly when its weight rested on your shoulders. “The other day, this place was flooded with rabbits.”

Gojo’s laugh flittered against the walls, challenging the warm breeze that swept through the place. It was apparent you hadn’t settled into the home completely; it was still devoid of personality and belonging.

You hadn’t realized how each of Gojo’s visits revealed more. Something about seeing dishes in the sink and mail littering the counters lightened him. It was a simple indication that he was finally doing something right.

“He’s a clever kid,” Gojo said lowly as if the neighbors would hear. His voice followed you even when you resumed your sedentary position, “He’s holding back, though…”

“Isn’t that a good thing for you?” You were critical. You barely lifted your wrist, making a vague gesture of importance. “...and your so-called destiny…”

The constant friction between clans failed to excite you. It served as a reminder that those below them would most feel the repercussions. The day would come when the six eyes would meet the tenth shadow, and you would be left to clean up the mess.

“It could be...” He answered so casually. You knew it’d be a lie if he promised you anything different. “...but that doesn’t mean Megumi shouldn’t reach his full potential.”

“How noble,” You cooed.

Silence settled after the soft scoff to your chide. Often, you sat in silence, something Gojo was still learning to adapt to. If he had it his way, you would sit in rapture in his company. Yet, it was far more welcome than before.

But the obvious question was still floating between you.

Gojo could have entertained you with lies of being nearby. However, what drove him to your doorstep was a new sensation. It started in his chest, an unassuming feeling that he ascribed to staving off sleep. There became lesser justifications when it infiltrated every extremity.

It had only become unbearable when missing posters began to overlap, the various faces becoming warped from exposure. The curses responsible were low-grade, but Gojo couldn’t ignore the threat even then. As they drew closer, he employed crows to line the telephone wires. Yet, he could only keep his distance for so long.

“You’re stalling, Satoru…”

You avoided addressing him directly, not entirely due to fear, but instead apathy. It took coaxing for you even to allow him to stay, and now, without thought, you unknowingly beckoned him closer.

“Tired of me already?” His smirk could be felt.

“Something like that…” You sighed. “If you’ve come here to hide more of those things—” You sat up, reaching for the dingy box that stored a gifted cursed object. “—don’t.”

The object mocked you daily, occupying space it wasn’t meant to atop the living room’s end table. Although it was sealed deftly with layers of protection, you were convinced whatever was within was alive—living and breathing to torment you. The house felt heavy with something that breathed down your neck, and praying, you turned to face it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Playing coy wasn’t a strong suit for Gojo, not when he’d already hidden another cursed object just above the door frame.

You hadn’t thought your paranoia was shared despite its contrast. For you, the odds were that harm would find you, and you’d be vulnerable to it all. However, Gojo could handle anything but never fared well with things threatening his control. His thoughts would begin to loop, slowly morphing into images that haunted his nights.

It drove him to unassigned missions based on rumors of the whereabouts of cursed objects. The more he found, the deeper he placed them into the bones of the building you slept within. It took time for you to catch on, only finding these items when you cleaned, behind old books, in forgotten drawers, or in places just out of your reach.

“Look—” Gojo started again, denying you the chance to argue. “Megumi’s getting stronger; you said it yourself.” He paused, treading carefully. “There will be a time when you wish these were enough.”

—

Time passed fiercely.

Megumi grew at a pace you could hardly keep up with. His sleeping figure was becoming too heavy for your hip, your dexterity failing as you felt for your keys. Then, you felt the weight shift on the opposite side of the door.

Your struggle ended when it opened.

“What are you—

“Shh—” Gojo held a finger to his lip, a smile imminent under it. “You’ll wake him.”

With your arms tucked under Megumi’s legs, you held him tightly to your chest as if the person before you was an intruder. Gojo watched as you slowly regained your composure, shoulders reflecting relief and the indent between your eyebrows evaporating.

Even over the rim of his opaque glasses, Gojo knew better than to think his presence was welcomed. You readjusted your sleeping nephew lightly, frowning as you pushed past Gojo. You felt his footsteps copy your own, closely as if teasing the thought of bumping into you.

The home was warm as if Gojo had been there for hours. Perhaps he was; you’d lost count of how long you’d been out. Especially as your arms grew tired and the river’s humidity still clung to your skin.

“It’s late, Satoru…” You murmured over your shoulder. Your body melted from the exhaustion it carried, leaving droplets of yourself as a trail. “Whatever it is can wait…”

Gojo had always been blunt, frequently tactless in his childish rapport. However, he stood before you uncompromisingly as if your absence was a grave mistake.

“The door was unlocked—” His opaque glasses could shield his annoyance, but his words dripped with accusation. “—you weren’t here.”

Your hold on Megumi remained secure. “He’s been having trouble sleeping.”

Megumi exchanged sleep for taming shikigami. He was diligent in understanding the world of jujutsu. You expected that alone to intimidate him, but he was already above it all, jaded about the idea of becoming a sorcerer.

Although young, behind Megumi’s neutral expression was immense introspection. Despite his disposition, his morals weren’t laid bare yet, but he knew he wasn’t that person. That alone was enough to weigh him down.

As his mentor, Gojo failed to notice. His focus was on your oversight. “Someone—something could have—”

“It was just a walk,” You sighed.

The lights streamed in from the street you’d just wandered on. It cast shadows against the mess of the place. Your stress unravelled into the discarded, forgotten jackets sprawled on random chairs.

Every surface had some mark that Gojo indulged in. They told stories he could piece together; the stains of coffee on the counter attributed to your tardiness. He could picture how you hurried before school, toast in your mouth as you fitted Megumi’s school tie and ruffled a free hand through his unruly hair.

“He’s fine.” You promised with resignation. Gojo blinked back to the present, ignorant to how you misinterpreted his wistfulness for further criticism. “The walks help, I think.”

“You realize it’s the middle of the night, right?” He scoffed, pedantic with his dry laugh. “All my efforts, just for you to dangle yourself—

“Come on…” Your hum was half-hearted, looking at Megumi. “Lately, your efforts seem to be only convenient for you.”

Walking away from the conversation, you did your best to keep busy. You were afraid that if you stopped moving, your world would collapse. If you stopped moving, time would consume you.

The Zenin clan didn’t take Gojo’s loophole lightly. He responded with a few years worth of nurturing Megumi; money was siphoned to you for his care, a place was already carved for him at the school, and any sugar craving was indulged.

That left you counting the seconds you still had with your nephew. The walks calmed you, holding Megumi so closely. His arms wrapped tightly around your neck to loosen as he was rhythmically rocked to sleep.

You weren’t afraid to walk alone. With your whole words encased in your arms, there wasn’t anything you weren’t willing to do. Even if that meant letting go at the end of the night.

Despite uncanny perception, Gojo was blind to how crushing that felt.

“I can’t see what he sees, what you see.” You continued aloud. Gojo was wise to hold back on an ill-timed wind-up, able to hear your admission clearly. “But I can feel what it does.”

Megumi groaned lightly, eyebrows furrowing from your chest’s vibrations. You paused, waiting for him to settle again. The night was almost over, and you weren’t sure how long your posture could support your position.

“Let him be a kid.” You whispered.

Gojo’s heart had dropped to his stomach, the curtains behind you rhythmically moving in a dance that mocked him. The few words made his fingers twitch. The thought of turning into his worst nightmare was comforted by a tight breath.

If he genuinely desired to foster the next generation—to have Megumi be his equal—any unsympathetic cruelty didn’t have space to exist. Gojo’s breath deepened, filled with promise.

Pushing the brief turmoil out, a lightness took over him. “Are you inviting me over for a playdate?”

“He may have a funny way of showing it…” You started. Megumi could be aloof and quiet, but you knew him better than anyone else. His eyes lit up even when he complained about Gojo. “...but Megumi—

“My head’s big enough already.” Gojo stalked toward you, saving you both from something neither of you was ready for. “Let’s make a deal, hmm?”

Carefully, Gojo’s hands brushed under your arms. Their coolness made you prickle, almost taking a defensive position as he offered help.

“These strolls of yours.” He mused. “Call me.” Any protest was lost; all you could do was nod. “I’m overdue for fresh air.”

The transfer was seamless as he took the weight of your responsibility into his own arms. Megumi was deep in sleep, unaware of how the strength of his mentor was enough to hold you up as well.

Gojo jutted his head toward your room, hold confident on Megumi. “Go get some rest.”

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mx-ryder · 3 months

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Good evening, Writeblr!

Well, good evening!

Gonna be honest, I forgot Writeblr was a thing, so, uhhhh, hello! Long time no see? Like, several years no see?

Tbh that's all I have to say atm. I'm tentatively back, and looking forward to perhaps making writeblr friends again!

For anyone who's curious, here's a bit about me.

I'm a 32 year old queer author, who only recently remembered that writeblr is a thing and that I had one. I also recently made the realization that I can, and probably should, publish pretty much whatever I want on Amazon. So, I've been doing that!

Some of it is erotica I'm hoping to shill for some passive income. No progress there, but I can't say I'm surprised lol Otherwise I'm planning to publish some short stories, and perhaps work on an old project that's a Paranormal Romance between a fallen guardian angel and the man he's assigned to.

That's probably the closest thing to a wip I've got rn.

I love dragons and all things fantasy, will NOT be sharing the name I publish my erotica under, and enjoy iced coffee way too much. It's the gay in me. I drink iced coffee almost exclusively.

And yeah! I'm excited to be back!

#writing #fiction #writeblr #writeblr intro #writing community #writerscommunity #writers of tumblr #writer stuff #queer writers #author #writer #creative writing #fiction writing

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genshinology · 1 year

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GENSHIN MEN AS COLLEGE AU TROPES.

my entry to @yae-publishing-house's modern au event! this is shorter than usual due to me having a lab report to settle atm ;–;

your petty classmate, your closest enemy, your academic rival, your study buddy; he had been all, helped you a lot during tough times of understanding certain lectures, and roasting your grades whenever he got the chance simultaneously.

study dates? they were normal. though you wouldn't admit the term yourself because it sounded way too personal, but your classmates had already seen you spent too many hours with him outside academic settings, so did he really help you in maintaining good results, or you just loved spending your time with him?

well, you supposed you should never know the answer yourself.

ALHAITHAM, CYNO

. ° 　 ⨯ . 　⁺ 　ⵌ . ⁺ 　♡. ° 　 ⨯ . 　⁺ 　ⵌ . ⁺

the one student who successfully made everyone turned at him in every step he took, you included.

he was the epitome of perfection, an abstract work of flawlessness, a living embodiment of genuineness. he was all everyone loved. yet it baffled you to this day that he was your seatmate. how could someone this immaculate actually sat beside you, and for god's sake, you couldn't focus in your classes, at all.

every little thing he did made your heart racing; from him casually lent you his answers when your professor called out your name, to him blatantly covered you up with his hoodie if he ever caught you trembling because of the cold from the air conditioner, you knew you were doomed to survive all year around with him being this close to you.

AYATO, KAZUHA, ZHONGLI

. ° 　 ⨯ . 　⁺ 　ⵌ . ⁺ 　♡. ° 　 ⨯ . 　⁺ 　ⵌ . ⁺

“why did the melon jump into a lake? because it wanted to be a water-melon.”

his lame jokes were everywhere around you, yet you still found some kind of entertainment around him.

he loved teasing everything about you—in which when you accidentally slept in class and he took a picture just to jokingly blackmail you in the future, joking about how besides chocolates, you were his favourites and so on—and you felt like strangling him from time to time with his cheesy and corny attitude.

though, maybe, you did love the banters.

CHILDE, ITTO, KAVEH

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inthelittlewood · 8 months

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Hey Martyn! So, I got into your lore because of Grian's Life Series, and now I'm just trying to find some stuff out. Anyways, I understand most of it, though I do have a couple questions.

What actually are LOOT shards/crystals? I know that they're soke aort of corruption in games of sorta, but how do they get there, how to they affect the game, and also how to disable them. It's just something I'm wondering about since I know you have to find the one piece, of treasure, but how does it actually help?

What are CHEST agents? I know that they're something almost as evil as Cruppy, which is really saying something, but what actually are they?

Are there any extra lore bits in Rats SMP that you can't get anywhere else? I just wanna know if I should grit my teeth and watch it sometime, when I'm done catching up on the VODs of Pirates (can't make it to streams for personal reasons, alas).

If you've come up with it, is there any way that the Watchers lore from the Life Series ties into the datastream hopper lore? Those two just seem a little incompatible to me - hopping the datastream, being captured by mysterious godlike entities... Or are they just two separate universes?

Do you plan on posting the New Life streams on your vods channel?

Who in Pirates is p!Martyn closest to in each faction, overall?

Also, I think you may have mentioned it on stream, but did you take the faction quiz and if so, which faction did you get? I kid you not, when I took it I got Kestrels all three times (with changing the answers to stuff that I would still do, but different than first time, I mean). Had to change it up just to see all the different faction descriptions...

Ok, I think that's it. Sorry if I have bad formatting btw, I'm typing this out on phone. Thank you for taking the time to read my questions! Absolutely love your work and lore, while at the same time having the humour some don't. Keep on doing an amazing job. Hope you find your one piece, of treasure.

Have an ice day!

That's something I want to unveil in the next lore drop, so I'm really sorry to say SoonTM but this lore doesn't have all that many secrets atm

2. C.H.E.S.T agents work are avatars controlled by human operators working for C.H.E.S.T and its evil underbelly. They're a known and trusted public computing corporation but the public doesn't know the full extent of their goals and resources

3. I try to be pretty concise and unavoidable when I do my lore stuff, so you should be able to find the Rats segments in this playlist with ease: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3MFbfp1zo8dooC57HqfbizRoc07PdlFQ

4. Maaaaaaybe, people have noticed some parallels / links and all shall be revealed one day for sure, even if I'm like gonna quit doing videos and streaming, I'd just lore dump whatever isn't revealed so it's out there ha

5. A lot of my New Life streams are me just doing the grindy parts of the SMP and with the server being somewhat inactive I want to save the crossover / collab content for the videos - I'm not sure people would flock to a 3 hour vod of me painfully and slowly building an outpost or hollowing out a mountain to make a factory ya know?

6. Kestrels - probably Sausage, with Oli as a close second. Herons - Owen or Water. Owen has an inquisitive gene like Martyn and Water likes all things musical. Nightingales - Ros is so different to Martyn that it makes for some wholesome and chaotic interations, you never know which you'll get. Kites - Bek is basically the only one he's interacted with, he had a little banter on the seas with Kuervo but it was brief

7. I did! I surprisingly got Kestrel, or I guess, not surprisingly huh?

#itlwlore #piratessmp #pirates smp #scurvyblr #inthelittlewood

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year

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ok, picture this: chilling with eddie at his trailer and like maybe you guys are just watching the price is right on tv and you start making jokes and eddie out of nowhere spits out “marry me”

the thought that sits rent free in my brain atm omg

STOP IT THIS IS SO CUTE 🥹

You guys will just be having another lazy sunday together

Laying out under a throw blanket on the couch, some snacks, and the GSN is on all day long

Every show that comes on, you and Eddie will play along with them, guessing the closest prices for The Price is Right or seeing who can figure out the puzzle first on Wheel of Fortune

Eddie likes to say he lets you win every time but he just doesn’t want to admit you’re better at guessing games

It’ll be a bit later in the day, the two of you decided on chinese takeout over a game of rock paper scissors and you’ll be waiting quite a while for it

You two are still playing your guessing games and of course you win again, and in response Eddie tackles you into the couch and starts bombarding you with kisses and tickles

You’re a mess of giggles beneath him, and though you try to push him off it’s just no use

The tickles stop when he makes it to your lips and he’ll kiss you deeply, giving you enough time to move your hands up and hold his cheeks

He’ll slowly pull away and smile down at you for a moment, moving his hand up to move the hair away from your face and give you one more kiss before he just blurts it out

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

And it catches you completely off guard

You’ll look at him for a moment, shock all over your face, and he seems confused at your response until it clicks for him

“FUCK I FORGOT TO ASK”

He’ll quickly get up and run into his bedroom, rummaging through a few drawers before running back out with a little black box in his hand

You’ll sit up on the couch as he runs out and he’ll get down on one knee and take one of your hands before asking you with all sincerity in his voice

“(y/n), i feel like i’m asking you this way too late, but i love you. Will you marry me?”

By this point there’s already tears in your eyes but you wipe them away and give him a simple nod before he slides the ring onto your finger and started running around and jumping like he just won the lottery

And technically he did

The ring he got you was GORGEOUS

It was small and simple, but it was so Eddie and you adored it

Just a silver band with a small black stone in the middle, but it looked so perfect on your finger you couldn’t stop looking at it

He’ll stop his cheering and come back to you, holding you close and kissing you nonstop in the thrill of his excitement and you ask him

“Did you just forget that you didn’t propose to me?”

He’ll admit how nervous he was to do it and he had a plan figured out where he was going to make it a big thing with all your friends there but that wasn’t him

He wanted it to be something small and simple, not a huge event with a million eyes on you expecting you to say yes

So he kept the ring in his bedside drawer, hidden away, waiting for the right moment and it just completely slipped his mind

And that doesn’t surprise you one bit

Your food will finally arrive and the two of you will go back to what you we’re doing before, watching your game shows and spending time with one another

He’ll kiss your forehead and tell you what an amazing girlfriend you are before you shake your head and show him the ring on your finger

“You mean fiancé?”

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson headcanons

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sednas · 2 years

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hello, i just wanted to say that i enjoyed reading your headcanons for tokrev sm!

not sure if you're accepting requests atm but i wanted to request a headcanon of tr boys reacting to reader suddenly grabbing them to be their fake bf? (if ur not accepting reqs, it's fine 🤍)

𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!

I'm glad you appreciate my tokyo revengers headcanons! <3

I made a few different scenarios for different situations and the boys just get bolder in each one of them

tw: suggestive theme at hanma's part

there's this creepy guy, who keeps staring at you across the room where everyone is having fun partying, he's clearly making you uncomfortable and you're starting to get tired of it. you choose to get closer to the boy you trust the most and on whom you may have the tiniest crush in this room, grabbing his arm you whisper those few words in his ear: "can you pretend to be my boyfriend please"

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍

he archs an eyebrow but doesn't say anything when he notices your body language, he can tell you're uncomfortable

he opens one of his arm and nods his head in your direction, closing it around your shoulders once you're close enough

"are you alright? what's happening?" he quietly asks just up to your ear

you glance at the creepy guy but he's nowhere to be seen, he probably got scared seeing your intimidating 185cm's fake boyfriend

"there was a scary guy but he's gone now, thank you..." you said, reluctantly getting away from his warm body

but you felt his strong arm circling around your waist, bringing you back against him

you flushed under him, looking away from the interrogative looks of the people surrounding you

"we can stay like this a little longer, he might come back and I don't want you to get uncomfortable again."

needless to say you spent the rest of the night under his warm gaze and his strong arms

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀

"I was hoping you'd come to me, this guy over there is pretty weird." he immediately said, getting in front of you in order to hide you

being his usual self, he kept an eye on that guy since the beginning of the night, frequently checking on you to see if you were still alright

he hands you a drink while smiling at you, trying to make you feel comfortable again

"here baby, hydrate yourself a bit."

you looked up at him with surprise, and he only smiled softly

the pet name slipped out of his lips like honey, it just came out so easily, leaving you speechless

while you're standing there, astonished by what just happened, mitsuya gets closer to your ear, until you can almost feel the plump of his lips against your skin

"you stay here okay? I'll make sure that guy doesn't bother you again."

he lets his arm linger on your own before disappearing into the crowd

he comes back a few minutes later, his peaceful smile still on his lips

"I think I made myself clear, you should enjoy the party now baby."

he kept calling you baby during the rest of the night, and the days after, looks like he was waiting for an excuse to call you like that all the time.

you got invited to a fancy dinner by old friends, the thing is, they're all bringing their partner while you're single, instead of declining the invitation like you usually do, you decide to ask your closest friend to pretend to be your boyfriend. and yes you might have purposefully ask him because you want to be more than just friends.

𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈

he would take your request as a job

brushing and tying his hair into a ponytail, showing up at your place earlier to accompany you to the restaurant, all dressed up

he hands you his arm for you to hold while he opens the restaurant's door for you and offers you a seat once you join your table

you're surprised, baji is usually his habitual turbulent and loud self, and you love him knowing really well that he's not the most delicate person on the planet

but tonight he's different, he's acting like a real charming prince

"so, how did you two meet?"

baji and you shared a glance, but before you can talk baji answers in a confident tone

you're speechless hearing him describe how you two met, adding some details to the story that he never said to you before

like saying that the first thing he noticed about you was your pretty eyes, he talks about the cute habit you have to bite your lip when something is on your mind, how he can read you like an open book and how much he's glad to have you in his life

by the end of his speech you're so flustered that you can barely look at him in the eyes

during the rest of the evening he keeps sending smiles to you, sometimes brushing your hand with his fingers while asking if you're okay

by the end of the night he walks you home and pats your head, saying that he had fun

you eventually find the guts to ask him if he meant everything he said about you tonight

"of course I meant everything I said tonight dummy, from the you're beautiful in that outfit to the I fell in love with the sound of your voice." he answers while smiling, showing his pointed teeth.

oh no! your ex is coming this way! quick, grab your crush's arm and ask him to act like he was your boyfriend! (I'm so sorry for those of you who are exless like me, let's make our imagination work for this one ;-;)

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀

okay I'm sorry but, why you would ask him such a thing 💀

this man is a menace, you know exactly what you're doing by asking him that

you barely finished your sentence that his hands are already on your waist, a wide grin spreading on his face

he immediately noticed the person you wanted to avoid and stare at them right in the eye before gazing back at you

his eyes are playful, and his grin is malicious, does he even know what boyfriend means?

"want to put on a show my love?"

the pet name makes you slightly twitch while you hesitantly nod your head, already knowing what's going to happen deep down in your mind

hanma glances at your ex one last time, making sure they're looking, before taking your chin in his hand to kiss you

the kiss is obscene, vulgar, people around look away with embarrassed face, seeing hanma's tongue sloppily swirling around your own tongue, making you quietly moan

by the end of the kiss your ex is nowhere to be seen, and when hanma pulls away a stream of saliva still connects your lips

your eyes go wide, realizing what you just did in front of everyone

"what? you asked me to act like I was your boyfriend, and if I was your boyfriend this is exactly what I would do."

since that day hanma gives you french kisses whenever he wants, so I guess that makes him your boyfriend now...?

will do a part two!!

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axcel-lucci · 6 months

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Full moon

Wereleopard! Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

A/n: I'm kinda busy ATM, but even if October is done, it doesn't mean I can't write sm- also, probably last part lol

My masterlist

<== last part

It's been a few weeks since the full moon, Law was fully able to relax around (y/n) to let her see his wereleopard form. Even cuddles up to her on the bed when she's cold.

(He also demands being scratched behind the ear)

It kinda surprised his closest friends because he SWORE he would never tell you but when they visited, Law was just casually cuddling against (y/n) in his full wereleopard form as she brushed his soft fur.

"You should've told me you were this warm, hehe." (Y/n) giggled making Law groan.

"Mmm..." law grumbled before glaring at his friends, "what do you want?"

"Law. Don't be mean to your friends" she laughed softly and kisses his forehead before standing up, "please make yourselves at home, I'll make you some tea."

He huffed and crossed his arms, ascowl on his face as he watched (y/n) leave the kitchen.

"Law." Bepo called, "the pack by the south... They just had children."

"What the fuck do you want ME to do?!" Law yelled in clear disdain to the south's pack.

(Law is, and currently, the leader of the northern pack)

"Don't you understand?" Shachi muttered, "most packs need an heir they can count on...!"

"So?? I'm literally just 26."

"Look... I mean having an heir isn't exactly important, but think about it. An heir is just as important as the leader itself in a pack, only the northern pack has no heir!" Penguin reasoned, "you already got married, which is a good thing, the only thing we now need is an heir"

"I still don't see what's wrong with not having an heir." Law rolled his eyes before shushing his friends when (y/n) had entered the room

"Here is your tea..." She muttered while placing the tray of hot steaming tea pot and some tea cups on the coffee table along with some biscuits she knows his friends love

"Thank you... (Y/n)" he smiled softly as he kinda turned back to his human form and kissed her, "though... Can you give us some space for a bit? We need to talk about something important"

"Oh it's alright, I was planning to do some gardening anyways. My roses are the biggest this year..." She smiled, "just call me if you need me, alright?"

"Thanks..."

She soon walked out of the room to do her gardening.

"Now, is the heir really necessary?? I don't think it is..." Law huffed

"It isn't but... It puts the pack at ease that if something were to happen, whic we hope not, were to happen to you... There's already an heir ready to... You know... Take your role." Penguin explains further

"Especially now that the eastern pack is growing more and more aggressive..." Bepo muttered

"What? Aggressive?? That leader has always been calm" Law muttered

"Hmm..." Shachi thinks to himself for a while, "I did hear from somewhere that the Pack's leader dumped him right after he proposed... Maybe that sent him into a spiral?"

"It would happen... But... For now, get a feel of the eastern pack. I'm sure he'll calm down eventually... What about the western? They've been awfully quiet, especially since their leader is... How do I say this..." Law hummed to himself

"... Rowdy?" Shachi raised a brow, "don't worry... That leader is just busy training his young one. The young one turns 6 this year."

"Is that so...?"

"And the kid is like... Really cute!" Bepo cooed.

Law groaned, "is that all you want to tell me?"

"Oh? Well..." Penguin grinned, "there's a news somewhere that, Sora, warrior of the sea, is getting another book."

"Wait... Really?" Law said with wide eyes

"Hell yeah! I'm so excited! This book apparently focuses on Sora as a person not as a warrior" Shachi cheered whole munching on some cookies.

(Yes, these four gossip a lot over tea and biscuits)

After their visit, Law helped (y/n) wash the dishes.

"I love what you did with the roses, honey" Law smiled as he looked out into the backyard, now decorated with different coloured roses.

"Awww thanks sweetie! So, what did you and the boys talked about? I bet it's Sora again. Huh?" She laughed softly.

"Oh you bet" Law grinned and started to tell her what was said in the gossip.

She listened intently with small laughs and giggles here and there, responding with some questions about this and that, just... Listening to him until they finish cleaning up.

"... Yeah. And I remember, Sora was inspired by the creator's sister, who's name is also Sora and like..." Law hummed, "the creator said that his sister has always been brave growing up. Isn't that amazing??"

Law followed (y/n) up the stairs to their bedroom

"Oh? That's quite cute actually..." She smiled before sitting him down on the bed with a serious look, "Law... I need to tell you something... I don't know what your reaction would be but..." She muttered, "wait here."

She went to their bathroom that was connected to their bedroom.

Law just sat there, wondering what she wanted to say. She then came out with something behind her back, looking rather excited.

"What's that?" He said while trying to peak.

She giggled at his attempts before calming him down and showing him a positive pregnancy test.

"I'm pregnant..." She shyly said.

Law was in shock, more because he thought he was playing it safe, "oh wait... The full moon..." He thought

He just grabbed her waist and pulled her close gently before pressing a kiss on her abdomen and placing his head against her, "fuck... I don't know how to express how happy I am..." He groaned

She laughed and ruffled his hair, "it's alright... At least now I know you liked the news"

"Liked... Liked?? I LOVED it!" He smiled before hugging her tightly.

She just laughed even louder until he stood up and kissed her.

"Alright, you LOVED it." She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"I love you..." He muttered before kissing her forehead

"I love you too..."

But the he remembered something, "wait... What if... My child has the same curse as me...?"

"Law..." She cupped his face

"I..."

Law wasn't always a wereleopard, Law used to be a happy little boy in his small village until a couple of ruffians, that he now realized was a really mean pack, terrorised his village and unfortunately killed his parents but cursed him and his sister, sadly, his sister didn't survive the curse...

Law didn't even notice himself crying until soothing hands were wiping away his tears and a smooth voice coaxing him to calm down.

"Come now..." (Y/n) smiled as she pulled Law unto the bed.

He immediately buried his face in her chest and his arms around her waist tightly, silently curing against her at the sudden pull from memory train.

"Ahh... It's okay... It's okay, I'm here..." She soothes him while running her fingers through his inky black strands.

"Thank you..." He finally muttered once he had calmed down, "I don't know what I would be without you" he smiled up at her Smas she smiled down at him.

She only chuckled softly and kisses his forehead, "let's arrange this tomorrow? Good thing you're off from work for a week."

He nods with a smile.

5 months later, Law finds himself craving for something.

Though he knew (y/n) was pregnant, and a bump was already showing, he can't help himself at full moon.

While she helps him all the time, her hand wasn't simply enough.

Especially now that a bump is showing and it is said in her ultrasound that she might have twins or triplets, it'll be harder for her to reach him.

"(Y/n)..." He muttered, his body as hot as a furnace and trembling at any motion, his tail stood on end, his fur wa slightly sticky with sweat, his pupils were blown wide with arousal.

"Hm? Oh dear..." She gasped when she rubbed his cheeks, making him pur, "you're in heat... Again? I thought it only happens in the full moon?"

"It... It does but... It's not enough... I'm sorry, but I want to feel you. Touch you... Taste you with my mouth... Please... Is there anyway...?" Law practically begs her with such pleading eyes.

She hummed softly, "u-uhm... I don't know if it's alright but... You know... I have two holes..." She shyly suggested with a deep blush, "ah-! Forget it! It's embarrassing...!"

"Wait... No, it's alright. I like that idea...!" Law grinned mischievously before slowly approaching her

"Ah-ah." She smiled at him making him pause, "wipe the table and help me clean the house first, just some vacuuming and mopping will do."

"I should've known..." He mumbled

"Hehe."

...

"Is it alright if I clean up first...?" She asked with a small smile as he nodded

"It's alright."

She kissed his forehead softly before going to the bathroom.

Law pulled out the necessary "tools" he'd need which is simply just lube.

He waited patiently (and excitedly) on the bed until she was finished.

She came out of the bathroom in only her underwear, highlighting her belly bump slightly.

"I hope this is alright as well...?" She asked as soon as Law got up and kissed her deeply.

"It's sexy..." He muttered before snapping off her bra and throwing it away, "they're growing nicely for the baby."

He smirked slightly before playing with her tits.

"Law..." She laughed before gasping when he carried her to the bed and gently placing her down.

He then crawled to be on top of her, his hand drawing soft circles on her belly.

Law was currently in his wereleopard form, it made (y/n) wonder... Since his physique changed, would there be a chance that his thing grew a little? The thought had her squirming

"Thinking unholy thoughts, aren't we?" He smirked making her blush deeply.

"J-just do it already... I'm waiting." She pouted

"So am I..."

He soon removed her panties and throwing them somewhere before lifting one of her legs to his shoulders and coating his free hand with lube.

"This might feel weird..." He warned before rubbing the outside of her back hole making her whine.

"Law..." She moaned softly before gasping in pleasure when he slipped a finger inside, he started thrusting his finger inside slowly until he changed his pace, adding another and another until he stretched her out so well and coated her, inside and out, with lube.

"There... I hope it doesn't hurt" he smiled before coating himself with some lube as well and pumping it, coating his dick with some shiny lube.

(Y/n) can't help but stare and "observe". His member sure is bigger and has more veins than his usual one, she's not complaining though.

"Here goes..."

She whined slightly when he pressed his tip against her hole before slowly but surely pushed in with slightly ease.

It stung for a moment until pleasure kicked in, he was stretching her other hole up deliciously until he was all the way inside with a groan.

"So tight... Warm..." He growled almost animalistic while he waited for her to adjust.

By now, he had both her knees up to his shoulders, his hands on her hips, grinding her against him softly.

"L-law...! Please..!" She gasped before unconsciously clenching against him with a moan.

He groaned before lacing his fingers against hers and pinned them on the bed, his other free hand then gripped her waist before starting to thrust into her.

At first, his pace was kept to a medium, eliciting small moans and gasps from her until he could feel his animal side break and turn her to her hands and knees before thrusting deep inside.

She howled moans as he kept slamming himself in and out of her sorry little ass like the animal that was controlling him. He leaned over and hugged her real tight, a hand on her belly as he continued to thrust inside her

"L-law...! Ah- so... S-so good!" She moaned loudly.

Her moans were enough to fuel him more into a rougher state, thrusting in and out of her mercilessly. Like an animal in deep heat.

She kept moaning loudly that she feared her neighbors would hear, but that thought was thrown out the window once he hit a special spot inside her making her newly and drool with pleasure, "l-law...! Right there!" She moaned some more before he started abusing the spot.

"Law...! I-i cant-" she gasped when she feels herself start to tighten up into a warm recoil before releasing intensely with a moan.

He growled loudly and fastening his pace, roughing it up more, until he felt her squeeze the life out of his dick. He growled lowly into her ear and thrusted deeply inside her to spray her insides with his sticky cum.

Thrusting a few more, to make sure she drinks every single bit of him, he pulled out slowly and helped her get settled on the bed.

Law could still see his own cum leak out of her slowly as she panted heavily

"Much better..." He muttered before cuddling against (y/n) with his soft fur being her pillow

"That... Wasn't so bad..." She panted softly and hugging him

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She shook her head before going to sleep.

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a-legacy-not-to-be-forgotten · 28 days

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Undertale Yellow Car Headcanons

A while ago, I saw a post concerning what kinda cars the characters of the RGG/Yakuza/Judgement franchise would drive, and I really wanted to do one for Undertale Yellow's characters. Imagine this taking place in some Post-Pacifist scenario or Deltarune-esque AU where Monsters are living on the surface.

Note, if I left someone out, it's because I couldn't think up anything. If you have your own headcanons, feel free to share them!

Dalv: City Car

Dalv in my HCs gets a smol car. First of all, because it'd just be cute for him to be driving around in one. Second of all, I think something small and low-key would fit his nature. He wants to fit in and not stick out like a sore thumb. He's a calm, responsible driver.

Martlet: Never got her license

I mean, we all know how much of a girl failure Martlet is. Do you seriously trust her behind the wheel of a car? Besides, she can fly so it's hardly a hinderance to her. If she really needs a ride for some reason, I imagine she just hits up Dalv, Starlo, or Ceroba for one.

Starlo: Chopper Motorcycle

Now Starlo really wanted to own a horse but came to the crushing realization of just how hard it is to get your hands on one in the modern day, so he settled on the closest thing. It took him a bit, but he really grew to love his motorcycle and likes to give Clover and Kanako rides on it. He does his best to follow the road laws, but his tendency to speed has gotten him quite a few tickets.

Ceroba: Red Hummer

Because. dude, this car kicks ass and she can watch Madagascar while she's driving!

...alright in all seriousness...

Ceroba: Family Sedan

Ceroba is pretty humble with her choice of vehicles. Despite her fairly wealthy background, she doesn't feel the urge to signify her status with something really flashy. All she needs is something that gets her, Kanako, and anyone else she's driving from point A to point B. Generally cool-headed on the road but has brief moments of rage at points in form of colorful language or flipping the bird...usually while forgetting Clover and Kanako are in the car with her.

Clover and Kanako: Literal Children

Granted, Starlo did want to give them early driving lessons, but Ceroba very quickly shot that idea down. If they need to get anywhere, Kanako has her mom and Clover has whoever's acting as their parental figure that day.

Ed: Some Kinda Jeep

Or any type of big car really. Ed would probably be the actual Hummer owner of the cast. He needs something big and fearless!...and also something that fits his absolutely gigantic frame comfortably.

Moray: Convertible

Honestly, dunno where I came up with this one. I think it just fits Moray's style. I imagine they just really like feeling the wind against their face as they drive.

Ace: Porsche

Again, more something I just kinda came up with for Ace. He was hard to figure out, but I settled on something sleek and expensive. Where would he get the money for something like this? From all the G he and his friend pooled together after Clover got their ass handed to them at Six Shooter! (no, I'm not speaking from experience. What makes you think that?)

Mooch: Nada

Same as Martlet. If she somehow got a license, she ended up doing something that got it revoked within mere days. If she needs a ride, she hits up one of the other members of the Feisty Five.

Dina: Muscle Car

Tough car for a tough gal! I just have the fun mental imagine of Dina driving fast on an open road while blasting "Beat the Devil's Tattoo" on her radio. Sometimes, Ceroba joins in on it.

And that's all that comes to mind atm. Hope ya guys enjoy this little segment.

#undertale #undertale yellow #headcanon #uty dalv #uty martlet #uty starlo #uty ceroba #uty feisty five #uty ed #uty moray #uty ace #uty mooch #uty dina

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bunnyjam-imagines · 1 year

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✨Love Languages✨

(The first of a few posts I plan to do in the next week, this one was just the closest to being finished, so I got it done first! Sorry if they’re a little inconsistent, I started them 2 months ago and finished them today.)

(Backgrounds/pics from Pesterquest!)

(Edit: Tag yourself I put the wrong pic in Dave’s section)

Dave:

-Dave’s giving love language (aka how he expresses his affections) is gifts.

-And what better gift than a sick nasty rap about how great he thinks you are? Or maybe one about how much he loves you?

-He’d be super into those cheesy couple’s shirts, too. Ironically, of course.

-Dave loves to gift you dumb, off-brand or off-the-wall shit he finds online, too. Super ugly, lumpy Garfield? Sign him up. ‘Harry Potter hates Ohio’ t-shirt? Hope they got your size. ‘This Christian Mom HATES Stuart Little’ bumper sticker? Doesn’t matter if you have a car or not, you better find something to put it on.

-If all else fails, he’s at least got some Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff comics as gifts to fall back on.

-Dave’s receiving love language (aka how he prefers to receive affection) is touch.

-Much like most, if not all, of the other Striders, Dave is touch-starved. After the sort of upbringing he had, however, who could really blame him.

-He loves holding your hand in public, and absolutely adores how warm and cozy you feel against him whenever you hug him.

-He would absolutely never admit it, but he lives for stupid, cheesy gestures, like a posh bow and kiss on the hand, or a movie-esque kiss under some sort of spotlight (even if it was just because the bulbs in your kitchen died, and there’s only one functioning atm.)

-His favorite, though, are the soft, early-morning kisses he gets from you, before either of you are fully awake. The tickle of your breath across his face makes him smile more genuinely than he ever thought he could.

Dirk:

-Dirk’s giving love language is acts of service.

-He’s not usually the most helpful guy, despite how capable he is, so going out of his way to help those he cares about is a pretty big thing for him.

-Even if the person isn’t aware of the act he did, it still does him some good, internally, to do these little acts for them, no matter how small.

-Long day at work? Let him draw you a bath. Too tired to cook? He’ll order take-out.

-The list goes on. He’s not the best at expressing himself through words, or being open about that stuff, but he really tries to express just how much he cares through his actions.

-His receiving love language, on the other hand, is quality time!

-He’d honestly be pretty satisfied with you just sitting across the room from him while he works on something.

-Just knowing you’re nearby is a huge comfort to him. It helps him feel less lonely.

-It’s also the easiest for the both of you, given how he has a lot on his plate, usually.

-It also helps him get a better idea on what things you might need help with (allowing him to utilize his giving love language of acts of service!)

Hal:

-Hal’s giving love language is acts of service.

-Being that he was stuck in a pair of goofy anime shades for quite some time, he had a decent chunk of time to hone his skills in various fields. Just give him the word, and he’ll do his absolute best to help you.

-Stuck on a college assignment? He’s got thousands of college books at his disposal, free of charge. Can’t remember the name of a song that’s been stuck in your head for weeks? Hum it for him, and he’ll scan through his database until he finds a match.

-He’s especially good with computers, so if you need help with anything of that sort, he’s your guy. Hell, he’ll even build you one if that’s what you want.

-Hal isn’t very good at cooking, despite the wealth of knowledge at his fingertips, but he is great at finding coupons for take-out places, so he’ll always have your back if you’re ever too tired to cook dinner.

-To no one’s surprise, Hal’s receiving love language is words of affirmation.

-Touch is a close second, but nothing beats hearing you tell him just how much he matters to you, and how much you love him. <3

-He especially likes it when you tell him specific things you like about him, personality or accomplishment-wise. Anything to prove to him that you view him as an individual and not just the “bad parts” of Dirk.

-Even simple stuff like “thank you”s are enough to get him feeling a little puffed up in the chest.

-Every time you say “I love you” his circuits heat up a little.

Davie (Trickster!Dave):

-Hickies aren’t technically a love language, but-

-Davie’s giving love language is touch! (Not that that surprises anyone)

-It’s pretty well-known that tricksters adore physical expressions of love (kisses, hand holding, snuggling), and Davie is no exception!

-You’re pretty much always touching whenever the two of you are out in public, which is honestly good for the both of you since Davie tends to float absentmindedly, and you two certainly don’t want to get separated or lost from one another.

-At night (or whenever the two of you find time to snuggle), he enjoys wrapping himself around you like a koala, kissing and smushing your cheek, affirming over and over how deeply he adores you.

-Davie’s receiving love language is gifts!

-He adores receiving just about anything from you, since he sees it as inherently special due to coming from someone like you.

-He especially loves receiving something that the two of you can match to one another (like those touch bracelets, or even just a regular matching colorful bracelet!)

-If you give him any kind of edible gift (such as chocolates, candies, etc.) he will love you forever. (His favorite flavor is strawberry, btw!)

-Not that many people would guess on first glance, but Davie’s also really into videogames, so any gaming paraphernalia or related merch would absolutely send him over the moon!

David (Heinoustuck!Dave):

-David’s giving love language is gifts!

-A little surprising, maybe, until you consider the fact that he’s at least partially bird. A crow, more specifically.

-So when he sees little shiny or pretty things, he automatically thinks of you! Surely, you’ll love getting another slightly dirty coin he found on the sidewalk, won’t you?

-He does go out of his way to pick nicer gifts, sometimes, though.

-If you’ve had a tough week, guess who snagged some of your favorite treats to unwind with? That’s right. This guy.

-David’s receiving love language is acts of service.

-David is a pretty self-sufficient sort, and doesn’t particularly want for much. However, he certainly won’t turn you away if you offer to help with something a little trickier.

-He absolutely adores it when you help him preen his feathers or brush his hair.

-Additionally, helping him to find clothes that can work with his- ahem- unique situation, or even just helping him to fluff up his sleeping area (re: borderline nest of clothes and trinkets) is also greatly appreciated.

-He’s always messing around with something or other, so as long as you’re there to back him up, everything is peachy keen!~

Davian (Davesprite):

-Davian’s giving love language is quality time.

-Given the crazy darting around and timeline-hopping he’s used to, he finds it nice to just relax with the person he loves, staying around them for as long as he can.

-Even if you’re both doing something else, it’s comforting for him to know that you’re not that far away.

-He especially loves to experience things with you, like dumb movies or stargazing. Anything the two of you can share as a memory together, considering he has so, so few that he can share with anybody else.

-As long as you’re beside him, he’s happy.

-Though it might be a little unexpected, Davian’s receiving love language is touch.

-Generally, Davian isn’t that accustomed to people wanting to be near him, let alone touching any part of him (especially when he still had the sword in his gut.) But you’re different, aren’t you?

-Even gently brushing the hair away from his glasses is enough to make him softly coo with adoration.

-He’ll let you pet his wings or neck feathers, if you want. Purely for your own benefit. It totally doesn’t feel super nice and comforting. Nope. No siree.

-Lovingly cradle his face in your hands and watch this man crumble to dust at your fingertips.

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daisyychainssj · 8 months

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I’ve been reading some really interesting posts on people’s thoughts about q!forever (LOVE reading people’s analysis and thoughts about characters keep em coming 🤲🏻) and the way that I’m seeing it atm is that he is one of the loneliest people on the island rn. In my opinion he and max, because of things they’re going through, respectively, despite being surrounded by people who love them are very isolated. Sadly, I think this was going to happen no matter who became president. It was said since the beginning that whoever became president was going to have a close relationship with the federation that hasn’t existed for any of the islanders before. Now every Islander, no matter how much they love him, has this constant thought in the back of their head that what they say or do around him could end up in the hands of the feds. WE know that forever isn’t currently or planning on betraying his family and as much as we wish they trusted that whole heartedly they’ve been burned too many times by the federation to think about that rationally. It’s also ironic that the person who became president has the closest relationships with the #1 federation haters and conspiracy theorists Cellbit, Baghera, BBH and Tazercraft. As president he is also taking on so many projects that have resulted in him unintentionally isolating himself. I think this was the federations goal from the start, like we basically all said, the president is going to be a scapegoat. Whenever anything goes wrong it will be his fault in their eyes because he’s in charge now how could he let this happen?! Power like that brings loneliness and loneliness in a place where love, friendship and family is at the centre of everything is dangerous because it leaves him vulnerable. He thinks he’s not loved or cared for in the way he does to others so why should he trust them anymore? why should he care for them if they don’t care for him after everything he’s done to show his love for them? What’s stopping him from being selfish and working in his best interest because he feels so alone why shouldn’t he look out for himself… time will tell I guess

#qsmp #god I wish Twitter wasn’t such a cesspool so he didn’t have to worry about people being pricks if he decided to take his character down #a dark path #LET PEOPLE BE VILLIANS #PEOPLE ARE MULTIFACETED HE CAN LOVE HIS FAMILY AND STILL FEEL BETRAYED BY THEM #let forever go a little bit rogue as a treat #qsmp rambling #qsmp forever

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justagalwhowrites · 3 months

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Get To Know Me pt 1

Thank you for the tag, @sheepdogchick3 !

1. Were you named after anyone? My middle name is my paternal grandmother's name.

2. When was the last time you cried? I teared up a bit Tuesday night but fully sobbed was probably last Friday.

3. Do you have kids? No BUT I have a bonus kiddo in the form of my foreign exchange student!

4. What sports do you/have you played? Softball and figure skating when I was in school.

5. Do you use sarcasm? My therapist once said "I can't picture you being anything but witty and bitingly sarcastic at the slightest provocation" so take that for what you will.

6. First thing you notice about people? Generally their demeanor, I will tiptoe around people who seem mad and like they might direct that anger at me. Second, probably height lol

7. What's your eye color? Hazel

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, I am NOT a scary movie person! I just don't like being scared like that. I love roller coasters, I love suspense but I'm not big on horror.

9. Any talents? The closest thing I have to a talent is probably writing. I'm also a pretty decent cook and baker. I was a decent actor and director back in the day but now I mostly just use those skills to be a decent public speaker. I also did speech and debate all through high school and college (so if you were on the college forensics circuit in 2008-2011 we probably bumped into each other at least once.) That's about it, I don't have much going for me lol

10. Where were you born? Texas but I don't live there anymore! I love leaning on my Texas history when writing pre-or-no-outbreak TLOU fics though lol like hell yeah I'm going to include little Texas things in there like HEB and Shiner Bock and kolache and Dublin Dr. Pepper FIGHT ME (please don't I will lose)

11. What are your hobbies? This lol But I read a lot, play a lot of board games and D&D (if you want to geek out about these things please DM me I'm so serious), we go hiking and camping a fair bit. I also love film and am going to be starting my big Oscar movie binge probably this weekend.

12. Do you have any pets? One dog named Yondu! He's a lab/pit mix and he's my baby boy, I birthed him myself. He's also incredibly stupid but he's just the sweetest dog you will ever meet, I love him. He's currently wearing a sweater because he loves being warm and he's a snuggly thing.

13. How tall are you? 5'10" (I know, I'm a giant)

14. Favorite subject in high school? English, psychology, theater, journalism.

15. Dream job? Novelist and columnist who is sometimes a talking head so I can get paid to rant about my political opinions. I was a columnist for a few years in there with some syndication when I got picked up by wire services but that's the closest I've come!

NPT: @tightjeansjavi @diversemediums and anyone else who wants to do this! My brain is oddly fried atm and coming up with tags is overly difficult lol

#tag game #get to know me

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husbandhannie · 2 years

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pairing: jeonghan x reader

word count: 650

genre: fluff

warnings: very sleep deprived reader, food mentions and cooking

a/n: i get almost hypnotic when i'm sleep deprived state sometimes, but that might just be me so this might not resonate with anyone at all. also sleep deprived as i'm typing this, can't judge quality.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @zurikyo @husbandhoshi @starlightjoong.

chop. chop. chop.

your eyes stay focused on the capsicum you're chopping, your mind not registering much more than the repeated sounds of the knife hitting the wooden board. you hardly slept two hours last night, worrying about the project presentation you had to give today (which is not ideal since sleep deprivation does not enhance presentation skills). it's your turn to make dinner today, and you had chosen simple vegetable fried rice, sure that you couldn't handle a more complicated recipe in your current state.

there's one more capsicum left - then there are carrots - then you can cook - then you can eat - then you can sleep. this sequence runs through your mind over and over while you chop the damned capsicum, your mind distantly wondering why you're doing it so finely.

the sound of the front door opening makes you blink, a small smile making its way to your face when jeonghan's voice travels to the kitchen. he enters the room a minute later, his soft footsteps mingling with the sound of your rhythmic chopping as he moves to stand behind you.

"fried rice for dinner?", the low murmur makes you shiver involuntarily.

"mm", you nod, "don't have energy for much more".

"that's okay", he nudges your shoulder with his cheek, "i would've have picked something up on the way if you told me, you didn't have to cook".

"that's okay", your mind starts drifting further away from conscious thought, jeonghan's soft voice never fails to make you feel safe, "i don't mind".

"mm", you feel his eyes scanning your face, "baby, how much did you sleep last night?"

"mm? like, two hours"

"okay", his voice softens up, "we'll go to bed early, okay?"

"okay", you nod.

"do you like your project partner?"

somewhere in the back of your mind, you register the sudden change in subject, but you can't find the energy to fight the haze your mind is in.

"she's okay", you answer sluggishly, "a bitch, but she's smart. hot too".

"okay", his voice softens up even more, "baby, what's your atm pin?"

"six - three - "

your answer is interrupted by a hand quickly covering your mouth, confusion coloring your face at jeonghan's resigned giggles.

"you were going to tell me your atm pin number", jeonghan explains, gently tugging the knife away from your hand and placing it on the board, "baby, you need sleep".

"why did you ask me that?", you whine, struggling against his attempts to lead you out of the kitchen, "you know what i'm like when i don't get much sleep. just let me finish - "

"no", jeonghan's voice is firm, "no knives for you. i'll finish it".

"but - babe", you sigh, "it's my turn to make dinner".

"and you've done a good job, it's almost done", he soothes, "i can finish it, you need to rest".

"but - "

"it's fried rice, i know how to make it", he leads you to the closest couch in the living room, "just sit here, it'll only be a few minutes".

"okay", you nod when you sit down, not having the energy to argue with your boyfriend, "but remember to add that sauce, that - "

"that stir-fry sauce? yeah, i know", he pats your head, turning back to head into the kitchen.

"babe, wait!", he turns around instantly at your call, releasing a questioning hum, "love you".

"it's just fried rice, you know", he smiles, leaning closer to peck your lips, "love you too".

you settle on the couch once he leaves, trying to stay awake by scrolling through cat memes on tumblr. after a few minutes, you lose the battle with your heavy eyelids and start to drift off, barely on the seam of consciousness.

the last thing you remember before falling asleep are soft touches from the hands that adjust the cushion below your head, and your lover's tender kiss on your cheek.

#seventeen fluff #svt fluff #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #jeonghan x reader #seventeen x reader #yoon jeonghan

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