#but instead of candies you’re getting rants

[pumpkinsouppe]

I can find it in my heart to forgive botw. I liked botw for a long while but the flaws of Totk not only highlighted the flaws of botw, but also ruined a lot of bits of botw that I loved (the dragons for one). So I’ve been pretty sour about the game since the release of Totk, barely even engaging in that community and no longer even making botw art.

But without the context of Totk, botw is still a great game. Are there many things I’d want to change about it? Yes. Does it also lack strong storytelling even lacking really strong environmental storytelling? Yes. But at its core, it’s a game that respects the players and tried to shoot for the stars. The art and design is gorgeous and especially in a world of hyper realistic graphics, it’s a game that looked back on its predecessors to have a beautiful stylized environment and stand out from other triple a’s. There’s a reason the botw community was going strong for 6 years pre release of Totk.

I don’t think I’ll ever forgive Totk. Totk spits on the returning players and spits on its own characters. It’s a game that doesn’t respect its source material and acts like you’re crazy for ever caring about it. Totk charges you $70 USD for a game that has even worse storytelling than botw, even worse characterization, and so many storytelling flaws that act like you and all the characters in the game have terrible short term memory. The devs didn’t even have enough respect for the game to write the story themselves. It’s a lazy and greedy excuse of a game, if the devs wanted to make a sandbox game they should’ve just made a non canon game or dlc or even a non Zelda game. I am legitimately worried about the future of 2d Zelda with the way the devs have been talking, that’s how much trust I have lost in them.

[prncessjaeger]

husband 🎀

prncessnote: i made another one…personal favorite ✊🏽

“hey babes, so today me and my friend are gonna go out of town for the week, and we got-…” your boyfriend looked around for this said, “friend” as you continued talking, nudging you to get your attention, “candied bacon…looks weird but-.”

“who’s the- where’s the friend?” he cut you off, making a pout form on your mouth, “huh?”

“nah don’t, ‘huh?’ me, who’s your friend?” you could see his temper rise the minute you giggled, trying your hardest not to laugh, “what? yeah nah, nah let’s restart the fucking video, talking about “my friend,” fuck outta here.” he reached for the phone and pressed the big red button and watched you set up for the intro again, fixing yourself up,

“anyways, hi guys, so me and my friend are going out tonight-” you heard your boyfriend sigh and let out an “you motherfucker” while blowing his arms up in irritation, “hey what’s wrong? you don’t wanna go out no more?” you feigned to seem more concerned, trying not to blow your cover, “nah don’t i wanna go out no more, the fuck? stop saying that shit”, he mocked you per usual and looked at you more sternly, irritation written all over his face, “what’s the issueeeeee-?”

“the issue, is that you keep on saying “friend”, like who the fuck is your friend baby?” a grin appears on your face when you say, “well, you’re my friend, aren’t you?” it took him some deep breaths to calm himself down, “but i’m not your friend-” he stopped himself, knowing sometimes you could get a lil ditzy in certain situations and instead he mumbled out, “just restart the video baby,”

so, you went ahead to click the button again to restart for the third time, yet this time you watched him hold your hand in a “couple-y” way, showing off the beautiful promis ring he gifted you, hoping you wouldn’t try that “friend” bullshit again…

…but in your true fashion, you continued with the act and was met with the response, “aht! again.” you sighed and rolled your eyes yet this time you didn’t stop the recording, “bro, why do you keep stoppingggg?!”

“causeeee, i’m not one of your fuck ass friends! like damn, stop saying that shit forreal,” watching him blow up in your face almost made you cackle aloud, seeing you finally got his ass all riled up, but your boyfriend continued on with his ranting rampage, “…and not your bro either. i’m your boyfriend practically your husband, so get it right or we gon keep doing it over and over again until it’s right,” you watched him inch closer to your face and you nodded slowly, “so baby, can you please do it again? and do it right?”

“y-yeah, mhm,” you watched his lips form into a smirk, watching you restart the video hopefully for the last time, and this time, your boyfriend began kissing all over your hands, and when you looked at him in confusion he ushered his hand in a, “as you were” type of motion, “hi my loves, today me and my boyfriend are gonna go out and try gonna try candied bacon with my boyfriend-”

“nope, do it,” he chuckled, hearing your groans and shielding away from your small slaps, “what now?”

“you didn’t say, husband-” you rolled your eyes hard, “oh my goodness…”

[doitforbangchan]

WEATHER THE STORM - Han jisung

requested by the always lovely @jehhskz 💕 girl knows i love some hannie and gave me the perfect request 🥹🥰

Masterlist

Its pretty apparent how flipping much i love this boy in this story...i poured my heart out for this one lol

boyfriend!Han x reader (afab)

Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, unprotected p in v, kissing, fingering, kinda sub jisung, kinda dom reader, crying, cursing, a ton of pet names, soooo fluffy, jisung is down bad for reader and has a praise kink. Not proof read <3

WC: 2.9k

The clouds were rolling in rapidly, way faster than you had anticipated. The trees were shaking with the gusts of wind. You had only received the alert of the impending storm on your phone about an hour ago. After giving your weather app one last look, you sighed heavily and tossed your phone on the couch next to you.

 It wasn’t that you didn’t like the rain; you did, in fact you loved it. But, tonight was supposed to be a ladies night out with your friend. You and her had been very excited to try that new Pho place downtown and then go for drinks. You especially had been looking forward to it. 

The rain started splattering against the window, the heavy wind getting fiercer by the minute. There was no sense in getting ready for a night that wasn’t going to happen. Your friend has already canceled over an hour ago.

You thought about asking your boyfriend. He had just gotten back into town a few days ago.Jisung had been away for weeks while touring and neither of you have spent any time together. You had texted him ranting about your ruined plans and he had suggested he come over, but you would never ask him to face the storm. 

As if he knew you were thinking about him, your phone lit up with a call from ‘Sungie <3’. 

“Hey Ji, I was just thinking about you.” You answered, heart feeling heavy at having to be away from him.

“Funny enough, I’m always thinking of you, my baby.” You heard a car door slam on his end, “Your favorite kind of pho is chicken, right?” 

“Yeah, whhyyyy?” You drawled. You didn’t get an answer from him, instead you were startled when your doorbell rang. “What the fuck, you didn’t!” You hung up the phone and rushed to the door, flinging it open to find your boyfriend in all his smiling glory, with arms full with food and snacks. “Ji!” 

“Delivery for the prettiest girl in the world!” His arms were full or he would have hugged you. You took some of the stuff from his arms and stepped aside for him to enter your home. 

“What are you doing here, you crazy person?! Do you not see the insane storm that's coming in?” you chastise even though you were beaming, unable to hide your elation at seeing him in your home. You wish you knew he was coming so you could have changed out of your pjs.

“Wow there's a storm outside?” He said sarcastically, acting shocked. “I couldn’t tell.” You pushed him playfully, and he laughed. “I kinda thought that we could weather the storm together, I mean, if you want? I brought Pho from that place you wanted to try and a bunch of snacks and candy! I remember you talking about building blanket forts when you were little, so I also figured we could build one to snuggle in? I brought my string lights.” 

“Oh Ji” you wanted to cry, he was so thoughtful. He always paid the utmost attention to what you say, even absentmindedly. “This is perfect. You are perfect. Thank you my love.” You set down the bags you took from him and attacked him in a hug. 

He hugged you back just as tightly, sweeping you off the ground, “Anything for you my baby.” He set you down with a wet smooch to your forehead. You’re stuck with me until this storm is over! No girl of mine is gonna be alone with this bullshit going on outside!” You noticed he had a backpack on, those must be his clothes for a few days. As if you didn’t already have a stache of his clothes already. 

The building process was surprisingly pretty quick. Jisung had demanded you build the fort before you ate, so you can ‘eat in the ambiance and celebrate the fruits of our labor’ as he had said. You’re pretty sure the motivation came from keeping the food hot, making you both get to work. Luckily you were a blanket hoarder so you had plenty to use and pile on the floor. 

As Ji was hanging the string lights as the finishing touch you set out the food for both of you on the tray you put in the fort. He was right, it was worth the wait. It felt so magical somehow. You must have been stuck in a state of wonder for sometime because Jisung opened the side and scooted himself in, now wearing his pjs.

 “You ok there, space cadet?” He teased you, laughing when you pushed him. 

“In fact, jackass, I am more than ok.”  you set his food down in front of him while he picked something to watch on TV.  “You could even say I’m happy.” 

He chose a Ghibli movie ‘Spirited away’ (one of your favorites) then dug into his Pho. “That was my goal.” Jisung replied with his cheeks full. “I always wanna make you happy.” He said it with a shrug, as if it was no big deal. 

You were so struck with emotion at his statement, your eyes were filled with unshed tears. Here you were, with the most beautiful boy you had ever seen, sitting in a whimsical blanket fort said beautiful boy made for you, eating the food he bought and brought here for you. He braved the viscous weather for you. You couldn’t help the overflow of feelings and the tears started leaking from your eyes. What started as one tear, turned into two, turning into a full rolling stream over your cheeks. 

When you started sniffling is what finally got his attention, his head snapping over to you and he hurriedly set down his food, shuffling closer to you in panic. “What’s wrong?! Do you not like your pho?! We can switch, here take mine please don’t cry!” 

You wiped your eyes, still sniffling but smiling at his franticness, “No, it’s just that.. I love you. So much. I’m so thankful to have you. That’s all.” 

He seemed shocked at your words, his own eyes looking teary now. “Oh my baby, my lover, the apple of my eye. I love you.” He grabbed your hands in his, “ You are my inspiration. Every song I write is because of you. I see you in my dreams, and I feel you in my heart when we are apart. Every emotion I have is evoked by you. If anything, I should be thankful for you!” 

You attacked him in a tight embrace, not even trying to stop crying now. “Stooop being soooooo sappy!” you complained even though you both knew you loved it. He hugged you back just as tight, burying his face in your hair. 

It was like a release, the way both of you were able to let go of everything inside, both of you completely relaxing into each other. It was always easy to be with Jisung. You had only been together for a little over a year, but Jisung had said (you agreed) you both had to have been lovers in another life. That your fates were intertwined. He claimed it was some pact created before the dawn of time to fate you both together for eternity. Soulmates. 

You held each other until your sniffling stopped. Just taking in each other's presence. You were the first to pull away, wiping your eyes for the final tears. He gave your cheek a kiss and picked up his food, stuffing his face. You giggled at him then clicked play on the tv, and picked up your food. Thankfully it was still warm. 

The howling outside only grew stronger as the evening went on. Every so often the windows would rattle and alarm you both, but the scare only ever lasted a second. Your boyfriend had you curled into his side as you were in the middle of your second movie. The whole apartment was dark sans the string lights and the tv, it was the perfect calm to the storm outside. 

His hand was between your thighs, just keeping warm between your skin. It wasn’t a sexual act but you could feel your skin heating up at his touch anyways. You hadn’t been touched in weeks, since before he left this last time. Not even by your own hands, though it was more like whenever you try it doesn’t feel the same. Your body craves him so much you can’t get off without him so why bother.  His hand was all you could focus on; knowing he was so close to where you needed him yet he made no moves to close the distance. The man seemed to be paying attention to the movie, if his little hums of laughter was any indication. How was he supposed to know he was unintentionally making you soaking wet? Did he really not notice your silent squirming?

“Sungie” you whispered, moving your face closer to his ear. He hummed in acknowledgement. “Can I tell you something?” He hummed again, “ I’m really wet right now.” you placed a kiss to his ear and he shivered visibly. 

“You can't just say things like that!” He turned to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks red. 

“Why not?” you giggled at his reaction. “It’s true. ‘Ve been drenched since you put your hand in between my thighs.” 

He accidentally let out a groan at your dirty words, biting his lip. He turned on his side and pulled your mouth to his, his wet tongue immediately shoving itself in your mouth. His kiss was sloppy- needy even- his soft lips smothering over yours messily. Jisung had been waiting for the right moment to make a move, not wanting you to feel taken advantage of. If only he had known how bad you had wanted him, he would have been on you (and in you) sooner.

His hand that was between your thighs traveled up to your core, feeling you from the outside of your sleep shorts. You let out a whimper when his fingers deftly rubbed over your clothed slit. He stroked you there for a second while his mouth invaded your own, just letting his fingers run along the seam. When you bucked your hips into his hand he finally gave in and let his hand wander into your bottoms. He was immediately able to feel just how badly you needed him. 

“Fuck. you really are drenched, you little devil. Is it all for me?” he bit your lip in between words, his pupils dilated at the liquid he felt coming out of you. 

“Uh huh, always for my Sungie. My sweet boyfriend always makes me sooooo wet for him.” You responded, moaning when he pushed a finger inside. He was an expert with his fingers, those years of guitar coming quite in handy, so he knew exactly how to crook his digits up right into your sweet spot. “Sung, fuck, so good.” 

You brought one of your own hands down to the growing bulge in his sweats, cupping him the way he likes. Now you were both letting out little moans as you touched each other. Ji added another finger and used his thumb to rub your clit. 

“Sungiiie, wanna ride you. Pleaaassee” you tried to push him onto his back. He let you with no hesitation, removing his fingers from you. 

“Oh absolutely, baby.” He ripped his own shirt over his head then laid on his back, tugging his sweat pants down his thighs. Once his pants were down you threw your leg over his thighs, settling yourself atop his member, the precum rubbing on your folds. Ji already looked like he wanted to cum at that little contact.

 You tossed your own shirt to the floor beside you and his hands shot straight up to cup your breasts. He was panting as he rubbed on your chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Mmm always so soft, can never get enough of your soft skin.” 

You hummed, shifting your hips to rub yourself over his shaft, your arousal coating him and letting you glide over him. His mouth formed a little ‘o’ as he looked up at you through his lashes.  He was just as desperate for you as you were for him, “Lover, baby, sweetheart-please let me put it in. Need to feel you around me.” His neediness was showing hard. 

“Since you asked so nicely…” You tried your best to smirk but it came out more crooked than you hoped. You reached down underneath you to grab his member. You lifted yourself up slightly to line up his cock to your opening, and then sunk down on him inch by inch. When you had taken his whole length you threw your head back as a moan came out loudly. “F-fuck Hannie, always fill me so good.”

“Nghh y/n, oh my god. So warm around me. So fucking tight.” His eyes closed as you sat on him fully. Your boyfriend let his hands run up and down your torso with his thumbs still finding your nipples each time he went back up. 

You let yourself adjust to his thickness for a moment, before you began to roll your hips back and forth. The friction felt delicious. Every motion let you feel every ridge of him within your walls. “M-missed your cock, Sung.” 

“Missed you more, my sweets. Missed your pussy. Mmmmm missed everything about you.” One thing about your boyfriend is when he made love to you, he didn’t know how to shut the fuck up. “ m’ never leaving you again. Never leaving this pussy again. You’re gonna be stuck with me forever. Gonna have to pry you from me. Fuck!” He yelled the last part when you started bouncing on him. 

“Wan’ tha’. Wanna keep you inside forever.” You cooed at him, gaining a rhythm now. Your thighs were already burning but the pleasure out weighed the pain. You placed your hands on his chest for support, riding him like your life depended on it. 

The touches he gave you were getting rougher, fingers digging into your sides, indents of his painted nails leaving small crescents in your skin. “Oh oh please, baby, wanna fill you, wanna cum in you, please baby. M’ so good for you. Just wanna give you my love.” His hips were bucking as he got closer to his high, unable to keep himself together. 

“You are so good f’ me, Sungie. Always the best boy, making me feel so fucking good.” You took one of his hands in yours and took it off of your ribs and brought it down to your clit. “Rub it, make me cum, Sungie. Can’t cum without you.” 

Immediately he began to rub harsh circles on your bundle, his rhythm on the nub being perfect. Jisung lived to please you, he took great pride in knowing exactly how to touch you. His need for praise was too high for him to have a lack of attention. 

Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm was creeping up on you. You could tell Ji was trying to get you there, his own release about to burst. He was drooling as you looked down at him,  and his big eyes were leaking salty tears. His brown eyes were blown out, dark with intense lust for you.

“M’ gonna cum, princess, gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up, baby.” His voice was straining as he warned you. 

“Do it, cum in me. Make me yours Ji. You deserve it.” Once you gave him permission the floodgates opened, and he let go inside of you. He was shaking and squirming under you, his hips bucking wildly. His loud whines filled the room, mixing with the howls from the wind outside, creating this beautiful symphony. Witnessing his intense pleasure and feeling his warmth fill you caused you to fly over the edge after him. Your own whimpers follow soon after. 

“Kiss me, please angel.” He begged through his teary whines. You leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing each other's moans. You physically couldn’t keep yourself on top of him any longer. As soon as the shocks of your orgasm subsided you fell directly on top of him, letting his arms cage you against him as you both fought to get your breath back. 

Jisung just held you against him, keeping his member inside and just embracing how warm you were. Yeah he had missed the sex, but what he missed more was the intimacy. How the both of you could sit here and just exist within each other. He really loves you more than anything, and he knows you love him just as much. He had told you time and time again you were cosmically aligned, and now more than ever, he felt how true it was. 

If there's one thing he could absolutely be certain of, it's that right here, under the fairy lights, with you close to him as you peppered his face with wet kisses, was one of the highlights of his life. 

Maybe it was a good idea to bring the little black box that hid within his bag. 

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

©doitforbangchan

[burntb4bydoll]

I was asked to write more of the princess treatment headcannons, but this time im gonna do them separately and as dating headcannons instead of platonic :)

Tokio hotel giving you the princess treatment (p2)

Bill Kaulitz

•ok I need to start off by saying THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE OF BILL TO EVER EXIST WORDS CAN NOT DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT

•anyways…

•he totally loves to take shower’s with you, and he will wash your hair for you. He will just stand in front of you and massage your head for so long. ALSO LETS YOU STAND UNDER THE WATER SO THAT YOU DONT GET COLD??? I LOVE THAT IDEA SM

•he lets you pick whatever you want to watch every time you watch a movie or show together.

• orders your food and drinks for you even if you aren’t too shy to do it yourself, he insists that he should do it

•lets you practice makeup/nails/hair on him if you are ever unsure about what you want

•he sits in bed with you every night and just rubs your back or pats your butt lightly till you fall asleep (pls tell me u know what I’m talking about when i say he pats your butt im so bad at describing thing help)

Tom Kaulitz

•he lets you do whatever you want

•like, if you ever want to wear his clothes he gives them to you. If you want whatever snack hes eating, well its yours now!

•he loves to buy you things

•he buys you flowers, jewelry, candy, your favorite drink, LITERALLY ANYTHING THAT YOU LIKE HE WILL BUY

•likes to do your skincare shit with you, he’ll even wear those ridiculous looking face masks

•calls you “his girl” or “his princess”🤭🤭

•he is so devoted to you, no other girl would matter to him

Georg Listing

•he carries all of your shit for you, he’ll be caught walking around with so many shopping bags and your drink in his hand

•he refuses to let you carry them tho, so dont try

•LITERALLY PICKS YOU UP TO CARRY YOU IF THERES A PUDDLE?? SO THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO GET YOUR FEET WET??

•loves to be your personal clothing rack when you go shopping, he sits there while you try on clothes and holds all of the ones you decide to buy

•if you fall asleep on accident, he’ll wipe your makeup off for you and carry you to your bed:((

•HE HAND PICKS FLOWERS FOR YOU WHENEVER HE SEES THEM OUTSIDE OMFG😩

Gustav Schafer

•bruh hes so whipped

•would let you get away with murder tbh

•he’ll go out of his way to make you your favorite meals, he’ll drive hours to find the ingredients if he has to

•plays with your hair and listens intently whenever you’re ranting to him

•he’ll let you dress him in whatever you pick out from his closet

•buys matching clothes with you so that everyone knows he only has eyes for you🥰

•HE WOULD BE SO SWEET IF YOU WERE SAD

•he’ll turn on your favorite movie and buy all of your favorite snacks. He lets you cry into him and he just rubs your sides and kisses your head until you calm down. Then he’ll sit there and cuddle you until you fall asleep

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! halloween headcanons ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

i know it’s july, i just love halloween time and it’s basically around the corner now that i think about it :3 but anywho here are some of my silly headcanons of what costumes/activities the haikyuu characters would do on halloween ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

characters: tsuki, kuroo, bokuto, sugawara, semi, osamu

🕸 ⋆｡°✩ ⋆｡°✩🕸

tsukishima

probably thinks halloween is lame and doesn’t want to participate but i feel like you could convince him

at MOST he might put on some face paint or animal ears

would rather stay in and watch scary movies

probably randomly starts ranting about how halloween is a capitalist holiday or something

buys a huge bag of candy but only eats all the strawberry starburst and leaves the rest for you

when you’re at a suspenseful part of the movie he screams just to scare you

makes fun of all the people in bad costumes passing by his house with you

kuroo

has the ugliest costume ideas ever

bro is pulling up to the function as papa smurf

i know he’d be such a huge halloween fan

he lets you paint him blue 😭

probably invites you to a festival or party

takes 1000 pics of your night together

offers to carry your candy and literally just starts eating yours instead of his

tells scary stories all night and ends up scaring both of you guys

constantly talking about how good you look, bro is a sweetie pie

eats so much candy and goes home with a stomach ache

bokuto

i feel like he’d like halloween because he’d like dressing up but at the same time he would literally just wear any costume

i feel like his costume would also be really low budget and last minute but still cute

imagine bokuto as finn from adventure time ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

challenges you to see who can get more candy but somehow loses (eats) most of his candy by the end of the night

participated in every festival activity, like he is NOT playing about that sac race

i also feel like he might participate to be the person that sits in that dunk tank while people try to throw a ball at the target and make them fall yk?

someone gave him raisins and he was genuinely distraught

makes akaashi go to booths he already visited so he can get more candy (they stopped giving it out to him)

sugawara

he does NOT play about his halloween costumes

imagine suga as mr fox from fantastic mr fox :3

would probably make a million silly tiktok’s

also participates in every festival activity

he’s the one who hits the target and dunks bokuto into the water tank

offers you a bunch of his candy and then says you guys shouldn’t eat it because it’s bad for you

also eats like 3 caramel apples in that same breath

wants to end the night watching a horror movie and also jump scares you during suspenseful moments

semi

would probably throw a party and invite you ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

probably just does cool skeleton face paint or something

plays the best music and has the best food

dedicates like half of his whole night to scaring you and gets tendou to help

leaves someone else in charge of the party while you two sneak off to his room with a bunch of snacks and drinks

maybe he even plays a song on guitar for you :o

he puts on a genuinely scary movie that has both of you in tears 😭

osamu

forgot to get a costume so he went as atsumu 😭

invites you to a halloween festival with him, not because he likes them but just to hang out with you and some of his friends

he and atsumu keep challenging each other at games and they both keep winning stuff

wins so many prizes at the booths and gives all of them to you

i feel like he’d only eat the twix bars he gets and no other candy

he’d probably want to leave the festival early bc he got bored

gets you guys junk food on the way home bc he’s tired

[angie-likes-to-art]

Fic Recs (Stranger Things Edition V)

All fics are fem!reader

Marvel One Two Three Harry Potter One Two Three Stranger Things One Two Three Four Specific Characters Tangerine Masterlist

New in Town by @galaxy-siren

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Request: hey!! could you write a story where a new girl at school decides to nervously go up to Eddie during lunch? She gently taps his shoulder to get his attention to ask him something. ahh I don’t know you can decide what she wants to ask him! lol meanwhile Eddie is just “🤨…😍”

Horror Movies & Chill by @eiightysixbaby (18+ Only)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: eddie tries to scare you and gets more than he bargained for.

Satanic Panic by @hand-candy-writing

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “you encounter eddie munson in the cafeteria during his satanic panic rant, but quickly distract him from his tirade.”

Happy Hours (Series, Ongoing) by @bangaveragewhitewine (18+ Only)

Pairing: Bouncer!Eddie Munson x Bartender!Reader Summary: When you’re not pouring beers and shaking cocktails behind the bar of Jackie’s, you’re fighting flirting balancing banter and bite with the metalhead bouncer on your break. A busy Friday night changes how you see Eddie Munson. Maybe you were wrong about the bouncer with his silver tongue and Bambi brown eyes...

Simmer (Series, Completed) by @upsidedownwithsteve

Pairing: Linecook!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “welcome to hawkins’ number one diner! where the staff don’t wanna be there and the linecook is a grumpy metal head who likes to argue with his boss and ignore everyone else. but the new waitress can’t hack the rude customers and the regulars can be a little… much.” 

Pretty Eyes by @galaxy-siren

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Request: hii!! ok so you know that scene when Eddie is first introduced in Season 4 episode 1 where he’s exclaiming out things about conforming to society, and he’s jumping off the table and whatnot?? i was wondering if you could do something where Eddie ends up bumping into a girl while he’s moving around so dramatically, and instead of calling him a freak like he expects, she shyly apologizes for running into him when it was clearly his fault. He’d be the type to be so confused and yet go “Guys I’m in love-”😂

Bruises by @lonelysatellites (18+ Only)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “Working the bar in an underground bare knuckle boxing club, reader meets the new fighter on the block, a wiry, charming metal head.”

Don’t Call Me ‘Baby’ (Series, Completed) by @katyswrites (18+ Only)

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “This wasn’t supposed to happen. That’s what you would both tell yourselves, later on. It had started with a bet. You were a cocktail waitress, studying abroad in Rome and working yourself to death to keep yourself afloat. Steve Harrington was a business executive for one of the biggest tech companies in the world, ten years your senior, and earnest enough that it intrigued you. But, there was only one problem - he doesn’t do relationships. Not now, perhaps not ever. So, a deal is struck - something mutually beneficial. No attachments, and you get to be his perpetual mistress, while he makes sure you want for nothing. But, what happens when the agreement becomes more than what either of you bargained for?”

Same Old Song and Dance (Mini-Series, Completed) by @m0llygunn (18+ Only)

Pairing: Bully!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “Eddie’s teased and taunted you for the last decade of your life but you’re not innocent. It’s always been a game, a dance if you will.”

[sugaryplum]

the tale of sugar cookies

pairing: theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader summary: about how your procrastination got you a first date and a night spent in hogwarts’ kitchen. warnings: language mistakes, lots of cuteness, i made some hogwarts–related stuff up AND I’M SO SORRY TO ALL THE BRITISH PEOPLE. the name “cookies” just fits better. notes: first piece of the autumn(ish) collection, prompt here being baking together. i’m happy with the premise of this fic, i think it’s super cute. i’m a major procrastinator, currently supposed to be studying for the exam i have in a few days so i very much resonate. and i could really eat a sugar cookie right now yum yum

your knee is bouncing. it’s stupid, really. consequences of some of your dumb choices catching up with you. you’re desperately in need of help, but now you try to focus on theo, who’s heading towards your library table.

he says “hi, y/n.” as he sits down next to you and you chuckle faintly. “i get a whole hi? you sound particularly excited to see me.” he rolls his eyes and smiles ever–so–slightly. “don’t acknowledge it or i’ll go back to just nodding.”

you two are in something. you don’t exactly know what it is and can’t pinpoint when it started, but it’s definitely something more than just study buddies, acquaintances or even friends. you’re a people person by nature, you’ve had so many friends over the years, but this, this is different. this is butterflies and hearts all around. this is overhearing his roommates talk about you, calling you “nott’s girl”. you can’t help but blush at even the thought of it.

today however, neither the boy sitting next to you, nor the essay you’re supposed to be finishing with him are the things on your mind.

“alright, you have to stop this.” after fifteen minutes of your mindless writing, theodore’s hand lands on your knee gently. the touch makes your heart go a bit faster. “you will bounce your knee into oblivion.”

“i’m not sure if oblivion takes in bouncing knees.”

he doesn’t acknowledge your poor attempt at a joke and just looks at you. it's the kind of expression that makes you want to tell him everything immediately. so you do.

“you’re gonna think it’s ridiculous.”

“most things you say are a bit ridiculous, didn’t stop you before.”

your problem is fairly simple. you’re supposed to have one hundred sugar cookies in your dorm by halloween. that’s in two days. so far, there are no sugar cookies in your dorm and you want to drown in your sea of procrastination.

theo’s brows furrow. “one hundred?”

“it’s a hufflepuff thing. i’m sure you’ve heard of it.” you sigh, when he looks clueless. “every halloween we give first–years the opportunity to go trick or treating around all the dorms of older students. so the older students such as myself need to have treats prepared for each kid. most of the people just buy some sweets from hogsmeade but i thought it would make an excellent idea to make them myself. i got all the ingredients and stuff but never got around to do it, because the amount is overwhelming. and now halloween is so soon and i have nothing.” you’re almost breathless when you finish your rant, ready to take his scolding. what came upon you when you decided to do this? you had a whole month to go to honeydukes and buy some candies instead.

he’s quiet for a couple of seconds, looking at you the way he always does. a hint of excitement appears in his eyes, as if he got an idea. “i could help you.”

“what?”

“you heard me. tonight you need to finish this essay.” he looks down at your parchment with only the first few sentences and random doodles all around them. “but tomorrow we can do this. bring the ingredients and we’ll meet up in the kitchen. i end practice six thirty, we could start at seven.”

“you think we can make one hundred in one go?”

“nothing i can’t do.”

“that’s not true. but i’ll go with it this time.” you smile. it means a lot to you. not even the act itself, but the fact that he, of all people offered to help you. theo isn’t exactly a person who expresses his feelings easily, he’s not like you. and he definitely is not a person you could imagine in the kitchen, baking cookies for first–years. you thank him and hope he doesn’t notice the red on your cheeks. as expected, he doesn’t answer with anything but his eyes. you go back to the homework, calmer and happier.

time passes and you start feeling sleepy. you tell theo you’re going and you pack up your bag. when you stand up to leave, you hear his voice again.

“so tomorrow? kitchen? seven?”

you smile.

“it’s a date.”

you’re meant to turn around, but once you realize what you said, you freeze and your expression changes. your eyes stare at him for an excruciatingly long second, petrified. but all he does is shrug his shoulders slightly.

“yeah.” not even looking at you. he reacts as if you sky is blue. you can’t help a smile forming on your lips that only turns more beaming when you turn around and he can’t see your face. it’s a date. damn.

being a hufflepuff has it’s perks. one of them is constant access to the kitchen, accessible through the back of the common room. there were so many times throughout the years when you skipped the normal hogwarts’ dinner to cook something homely. or countless moments stumbling there in the middle of the night to make hot chocolate. you thanked helga everytime when you, or your friends got to taste the goodness you prepared.

today you’re also thankful. it’s almost seven in the evening and you’re giggling, seeing as theo is struggling to put on an apron.

“here, i’ll help you.” you tie it and step back, looking proud of your work. “you look like a professional.”

“i am a professional.”

“have you ever actually baked anything?”

“...no. but isn’t it just a couple of–” he moves his wind a few times to demonstrate what he means and you chuckle. he has no idea what he signed up for. “this will be fun.”

you put your arms on the table. “we’re doing this without magic. it’s better like that. tastier.”

he’s not talking for a couple of seconds, opening his mouth as if he’s about to say something. “you’re joking. it’s one hundred cookies. how is a normal, sane person supposed to bake it all in one night, muggle style?”

“that’s exactly what i need your help for.”

“this is a trick, you’re tricking me.”

“not a trick, just my undying charm that caused you to worry about me so much, that you offered me help and now we’re gonna spend the evening baking cookies. you might actually learn something from it, it’ll be good for you.”

“cruel woman.” he shakes his head, but comes up to you anyway, getting a pinch of sugar into his mouth. you give him a scolding look and take away the sugar bowl.

“i’m gonna show you how to make the dough. it’s simple and we need a lot of it, for six whole batches.” his eyes follow you around the kitchen, when you take out ingredients from the shelves. “we need to mix everything together. first, butter and sugar. then flour.” you start mixing things in a big bowl with a spatula, stealing a few glances at the boy in front of you. he’s smiling.

four batches of cookies later, fifth one in the oven, theo really gets into it. at first he seemed skeptical, but now you can see the care in his eyes, when he adds the flour to the bowl, making sure he doesn’t spill anything.

“look at you! doing so well, you might end up as a cookie maker after a–” before you get to finish the sentence, he gets some flour in his hand and throws it all on your face.” when you open your eyes, you see a small grin on his face. “you look like a ghost.”

you talke a big breath and exhale slowly. then you steal the flour from behind his body, ready to fight back. “you are not getting away with this!”

a sweet war starts between you two. each of you fire your shots. all you can do is laugh, there’s powdered sugar on your nose, cheeks and lips. you feel like a small child, so carefree and innocent.

laughter distracts you from the situation you’re in. theo is holding you by the wrists, preventing your hands, armed with a spatula of dough, from rubbing the mass into his face. your eyes open to meet his and in one moment you both turn quiet. you might be delusional, but this seems like perfect time for a kiss.

his lips crash into yours so suddenly, that you barely get the chance to register that it’s actually happening. when he backs away after a second, you pull him in once again, this time him much more confidently.

„you taste like sugar.” you whisper against his lips.

„i wonder why.” he whispers back and kisses you again, and again.

you like the softness on his cheeks when you touch them, and way his hands wrap around your waist. you stay like this for a moment, closer than ever before, until you’re brought back to reality by the oven alarm. sugar cookies. you pat his shoulder and run to get the baking tray.

when you turn back to him, he’s still leaning his lower back on the table, looking at you, smirking. you pretend like you’re not extremely flustered and point to the bowl he never finished mixing. „work, theo! this dough won’t mix itself!”

he quickly grabs the spatula again, saluting to her with it. „yes, chef!”

you giggle. „i don’t think it works like that in cookie shops.”

„yes, chef.” he murmurs quietly, glancing again, as if to see how you react.

you roll your eyes, smile and look away, feeling your cheeks getting hot. your face hurts from all the smiling, but with the smell of sugar cookies and theodore’s eyes on your back, it doesn’t seem like you’re going to stop any time soon.

[lolbotvr]

Bob Velseb SFW/NSFW HCs

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of murder and cannibalism, small breeding/bondage/knifeplay kinks mentioned, gender-neutral reader (they/them pronouns used)

(^Tell me if I missed or should add anything!)

More headcanons coming soon!!

SFW//

Bob hasn’t had a partner ever since he became a murderer and cannibal

But when he saw you, his mind went blank except for one thing running in his mind:

“They’re too perfect”

When you both got together, he was obsessed

He loves sneaking into your home just to cuddle you, sitting you in his lap and having his chin rest upon your head

He likes to stroke your hair as he murmurs things into your ears

Loves kissing your neck

He loves to kiss, bite, lick, you name it

Love lang is Physical affection

Period.

He doesn’t talk a lot, but when he does oh boy

Dark humor.

Well, he thinks it’s funny and ‘innocent’, but you’re terrified of his ‘jokes’

Imagine when you’re cold he just gives you his sweater hrshhmmsmshf

Rarely takes off his costume but when he does, make sure to pepper kisses all over his face

He loves listening to you rant about what you like, your hobbies, how your day went, everything like that

Probably has a little journal where he lists all the things you are interested in and lists everything you don’t like

He never tries to hurt you on purpose:(

If Bob ever gets angry, he’ll go out and take it out on something - or someone - else

But if he does somehow lash it out on you

Expect many hugs and little apology notes written to you with little gifts mostly consisting of your favorite candy

Probably has a bad habit of coming over covered in blood

If it makes you uncomfortable though he’ll probably do his best to stop it

Cant promise it won’t happen again tho

NSFW//

Bob’s love language is physical affection 100%, and he totally expresses this during sex

He’ll cling onto you, rub his face in your neck, hug your body as he pounds into you

Forgot to mention; he’s definitely dom

But he won’t argue if you wanna try to be dom

Favorite position is missionary. He adores and lives for seeing your face as he messes you up

Doesn’t like marking you that much because he doesn’t want to ruin your perfect body, but he isn’t opposed to making small cuts and bites on your thighs and neck

Loves giving oral, hates receiving

Finds it weird when he receives because… he’s supposed to be tasting you!

He also loves, after fucking the life out of you, going down to your nether areas and watching his cum make it’s way out of your hole

For afabs: Breeding kink

Probably would never admit it aloud but he loves the thought of filling you up and having you carry his baby

If it’s not possible, then he has no reason to hesitate when cumming inside

Knifeplay knifeplay knifeplay

Also has a huge bondage kink

Loves the thought of seeing you tied up, whimpering his name as he pounds his cock into you, filling you up over and over again with his cum until you’re so overstimulated your legs are shivering

Bob can go for many rounds, maybe 5-10

But even after all that, he refuses to sleep until you’re asleep.

He usually doesn’t even sleep, but instead watches you until you awake

You have to cuddle him to sleep

He cannot say no to cuddles

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Billy & Stu Headcanons: Reader loves Halloween

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Poly!Ghostface x Reader, Fluff

Billy is usually a walking Pokerface, but when it comes to Halloween you will actually get to see an ounce of excitement in that guy

He adores Halloween mostly for the good Horror movies based around that holiday, so usually he would spend the day with a movie marathon

Stu in turn loves Halloween solely for the parties and the sexy costumes and he would definitely go trick or treating no matter what age

So when they find out that you love Halloween as well they decide to spend it together with you

Stu insists that you gotta wear a sexy costume ‚to honor the holiday‘ and urges Billy to dress up as well because you both know he‘s the kinda guy to go to a Costume party as himself

You sit together with one person blindfolded at the time, having to guess which candy they‘re eating

You insist on carving pumpkins as well and get each their own, wondering how they are so good with knives cause their pumpkins turn out great

Instead of taking your pumpkins home with you Billy argues that you let your pumpkins stay together and puts them all out next to each other

Stu will probably get a sugar shock from all the candy while Billy scolds him for stuffing his mouth with chocolate in the first place

You three pick out your favorite movies and watch them in a row, debating which one was the best

Billy got the movies a week before from the video library, knowing that everyone will want to grab a scary movie for Halloween

So prepare for a rant cause he‘ll point out the brilliance and fun facts about the movies you watch together, clearly excited in his own way for this

You will probably end up falling asleep with Stu as you tried to stay awake, Billy being the only one who‘s still focused on the film because he‘s so into it

When he notices you two are far gone he‘ll roll his eyes and put a blanket over the three of you and make sure you’re comfortable, tuning down the tv a bit so it doesn’t wake you up

As you end up cuddling him as well he‘ll stay on the couch with you and end up falling asleep with an arm draped over you

Hope you liked it! Please comment your thoughts if you did 💚

[sugrrru]

— all i did was bleed | g. satoru & g. suguru

part one: never going back again

2007

“You get it, don’t you, Sug?” The nickname rolled off Satoru’s tongue with such ease that it disgusted Suguru. Because he couldn’t get it, he didn’t understand. He was furious, he was heartbroken, and he felt as though he had been betrayed. But, he was still a good friend. And he remembered the promise they made to each other when they were in middle school. No girl will ever get between us. A promise was spoken by chosen brothers then. Black and white. Yin and Yang. Day and night. The tallest mountain and the lowest valley. And yet, they had chosen each other—more than friends, family– brothers. They were brothers. And no one would destroy that bond; no girl would come between what they had. 

So, Suguru nodded, smiling at his brother. “Yeah, I get it. She’s a great girl.” He told him, tilting his head to blow the bangs from his face. The pesky bangs always fell from his tied-back hair and stuck to his forehead. So, even if Kaia had been his first, even though he had been working up the courage to ask her out for over a year, Satoru had been the one to seal the deal. So Suguru gave her up, anything to keep the peace between him and his brother. Even if that meant losing the best friend he had fallen in love with to Satoru. “So, uh- where are you taking her for this date?”  

“I remember you telling me about that geek café she likes, with the computers and the games, that nerdy shit you like, too. So I booked the whole place for an hour. Gonna show her some of the best street art after and then take her to some of the best food vendors. Thanks for the idea, by the way.” Satoru laughed, sitting down on the arm of the chair, watching Suguru intently, the way his brows creased just slightly, corners of his lips twitching in a frown. “Hey, I don’t want to mess up your friendship with Kaia or anything, so you’d tell me if I was overstepping, right?” He asked him, reaching forward to grab a handful of candy from the dish on the coffee table, immediately shoving one of the chocolates into his mouth. 

Suguru was supposed to be the one taking her to the gaming café, showing her his favorite street art, and taking her to the best food trucks. That had been his date idea, word for word. He should have never told Satoru. Ever. He should have never even let Satoru meet her. 

“Yeah… yeah. I hope you guys have a nice time. You’ll have to tell me about it when you’re back, so call me.” He offered a smile, one that barely met his eyes. It was a poor attempt, but he knew Satoru wouldn’t see through it. He was too in his own head now about his latest conquest. 

Satoru nodded, pushing up from the couch and clapping Suguru on the back as he smiled, mouth full of chocolates. “I’ll tell you what panties she wore later. They’d be coming home with me in my back pocket if I had it my way.” 

Pig. But Suguru didn’t dare say it; he was a coward. He knew the type of guy Satoru was, and he still let him get close to his Kaia. “Watch it, Satoru. She’s still my best friend.” He warned, letting out a pained laugh to make a joke of his threat. He wouldn’t do anything. He was nothing compared to Satoru. “Bye, Satoru.” 

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Now, Suguru was sat at his desk, phone on speaker as he listened to Satoru rant and rave about his third date with Kaia, talking about how hot she was and how funny, and Satoru was expressing regret for writing her off as some prudish nerd. Suguru only hummed every few seconds to act interested; instead, he focused on the pen in his hands and the marks it made against the paper. He didn’t know how he had let it get this far because now Satoru had planned their next date aloud, talking about some fancy restaurant Kaia might be into because it’s vegetarian. 

“Are you even listening, Sug?” Satoru groaned through the phone. Suguru wasn’t sure how long he had been trying to get his attention or what for. “I think I might really like her… at first, I just thought she was hot, but-”

“She’s not just another notch to be made on your bedpost.” Suguru interrupted him, a bitter taste in his mouth. He loved his brother, but he also recognized that Satoru was a total playboy, going through girls like they were nothing but toys to be used and discarded. The lucky ones he’d let go once he got in their pants. The unlucky ones he strung along for weeks, even months, doing the bare minimum to keep them around. Suguru didn’t want either of those to be Kaia. 

“No… I know. Suguru, I- I might actually want something with her. I know I’ve always said I’m not the committal type but… she’s really great, Sug. I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard or had that much fun. Thanks for introducing us. I can’t wait to take her out again.” Satoru spoke, letting out a nervous laugh through a stretch of uncomfortable silence. “Everything okay, Sug?” 

“Just peachy.” The black hair boy responded, trying to put on his most chipper voice. He was thankful Satoru couldn’t see him, because he’d instantly call him out for the lie. Suguru was never any good at hiding his emotions. He tried. God knew he tried. But he wore his heart on his sleeve. He wasn’t casual about everything like Satoru was… and things didn’t come easy to him like they did to his white-haired brother. 

“You sure? Are you taking your meds?” Satoru pressed on. “Are they working?” He knew Suguru hated when he asked that or when Satoru asked about therapy and how it was going, just to ensure he was still attending. “You can talk to me about anything, Sugie.”

“Don’t call me that,” Suguru muttered, finally putting his pen down and directing his attention to Satoru, away from the drawing on his desk before him. “Am I not allowed to just- just to have a bad day? Does it have to be because I’m not taking my zombification drugs? Which I am, by the way. Every morning and every night.” 

“You had a bad day?” Satoru hummed, almost as if he was amused. “I’m coming over.” He told him. Suguru could see the smirk Satoru wore if he closed his eyes. “Granny won’t mind. She’s gotta be asleep at this hour.” 

“It’s two am. I think it’s safe to say my 71-year-old foster mother is asleep, Satoru.” Suguru sighed, closing his notebook and picking his phone off, taking it off of the speaker. “Is there anything I can say to convince you otherwise?” He asked, listening to Satoru let out a hm. “I’m... I’m fine, Satoru.” 

“Well, I wanna see you anyway. Fine or not. Do you want to come over here? The house is empty. Too empty.” Satoru would never admit it, but that was the real reason he wanted to go over Suguru’s.

The boys truly were Yin and Yang in every sense. The crack of lightning and the boom of thunder. Oil and water. Fire and ice. Suguru had been raised in and out of foster care and group homes for most of his adolescence and bounced around from family to family. Sachiko, the older woman he had been placed with three years ago, had been his longest stop yet. But soon enough, he’d age out of the system and have nowhere to go. So he devoted most of his time to his studies, hoping to get a full ride to the college of his choosing and have another four years of housing before panicking.

On the other hand, Satoru was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His parents were the CEO and VP of some big international tech company. But no amount of money could make up for their absence. Nannies, drivers, and housekeepers had raised Satoru, and he could count on one hand the amount of hugs he’d received from either parent. Neither was ever home, maybe two or three days a month. Satoru never put much effort into anything, he never had to. Things came easy to him, not like they did Suguru. 

But it didn’t matter. They found family and belonging and solace in each other. Every time Suguru ran from a foster or a group home, he’d end up at Satoru’s, only leaving when his parents demanded it. The Gojo’s looked down on him like he was nothing. Always telling Satoru what a bad influence Suguru was– when it was the opposite in reality. 

“Why do you wanna come over here? There’s nothing to do. I can come over there, and we can smoke this joint.” Suguru countered, letting out a chuckle at the heavy sigh he heard Satoru let out. “Is that a yes? See, I must be okay if I’m willing to get off my ass and come to you.” 

“Alright, fine. But don’t walk. I’ll call you a taxi. It’s too late. Too many weirdos out on the streets right now.” Satoru told him. He was constantly nagging like he was somebody’s mother.  Suguru only laughed in response, but he wouldn’t put up a fight. He knew how the white-haired boy was.  Satoru could be the most carefree, nonchalant, unserious person in the world. But he was clingy, too, paired with a hefty dose of crippling anxiety. “Don’t laugh, Sugie. You’re a pretty boy… and with all that hair, some perv could easily mistake you for a girl.” 

“I’ll let you call me a taxi, but I draw the line at letting you call me a pretty boy. I’m getting off the phone. See you in an hour, Toto.” Suguru teased him back, the childish nickname causing warmth to bloom in his chest from the nostalgia. 

“Don’t call me-” click. 

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And an hour later, Suguru was barreling into the Gojo family estate, stopping to wave at each and every security camera as he passed by them. When he was younger he’d make cruel and vulgar gestures as if it were Satoru’s parents on the other side and not the family’s own security team. He let himself in, the perks of having his own key, calling out for his brother as he left his combat boots by the door. He froze in the foyer though at the unmistakable sound of female laughter- Kaia’s laughter. His Kaia. Is this why Satoru had invited him over here? To gloat about how well the date had gone? To rub it in Suguru’s face that he had gotten the girl and not him? 

No. Satoru was many things, but he wasn’t cruel. Suguru knew that deep down, even if the pang in his chest never subsided… if the pain never dulled. Satoru was his best friend… his brother. He’d never do anything to intentionally hurt him. Suguru was just a coward, unable to speak up for himself. He contemplated pulling his boots back on and leaving, it’d be so easy, one foot after the other. He’d smoke the joint himself, the entire thing, allow himself to get so mind-numbingly high he wouldn’t remember a thing. But he didn’t. Against his better judgment, he followed the sound of Kaia’s laughter into the large family room. 

The girl was sat in an armchair, legs draped over the side, laughing as Satoru shoved a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Both straightened up though at the sight of Suguru. Kaia excitedly stood to greet him, forcing herself into the dark-haired boy’s arms for a hug. “Suguru! I didn’t see you all break… I was beginning to think you’d fallen off the edge of the earth or something. I’m so glad ‘Toru picked me up! We haven’t hung out together in so long. I missed you!”

Suguru couldn’t stop his brows from knitting together at the nickname. Toru? Toru had picked her up. This might have been the worst thing to ever happen to him. They had been his friends first… and just like that he had been pushed out. He hugged her back though, burying his face in her soft honey blonde curls. “Hey, Kaia… missed you too.” He pulled away after a moment, looking down at her. She only smiled in response, her big brown eyes meeting his. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he sunk down into the plush couch. “So are we lighting this shit or what?” 

He rolled the joint between his forefinger and thumb, laughing as Satoru raced over to the couch next to him. His laugh got caught in his throat though when Satoru pulled Kaia down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around the girl’s waist, nuzzling into her neck. It made Suguru physically sick, the sight of the two of them. It wasn’t right. None of it was right. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He tried not to pay the two of them any mind, instead placing the joint between his lips and lighting it, taking a long drag to start it. He puffed on it a few times before he passed it to Satoru, knowing if he hogged the joint any longer he’d be accused of being greedy. And he couldn’t bear the sight as Satoru placed the joint between Kaia’s lips, encouraging her to take a hit. He searched for anything else in the room to fixate his sights on… the exquisite grand piano he wasn’t sure anyone in the Gojo family knew how to play… one of the fancy hand-painted family portraits hanging off of the walls… the overpriced artwork he was sure Satoru’s parents had paid hundreds of thousands or even millions for. 

Satoru had everything. Everything. And he couldn’t let Suguru have this one thing. And Suguru knew as soon as he watched Kaia turn to place her lips on Satoru’s and Satoru kissed her back, that things would never be the same between the two of them. 

[ofstardustanddreaming]

jjk masterlist

updated: 8/28/24

everything gender neutral unless otherwise specified

imagines

n/a

oneshots

kento nanami

a much needed pick me up: when nanami picks up his firstborn girl from kindergarten, noticing she was kinda upset (him not knowing why), so he secretly thought of taking her out to a candy store, knowing that can cheer her up.)

never too much: Throughout their first few weeks of being in a romantic relationship together, Nanami finds out that reader is still pretty shy and insecure of herself. She wants to hold his hand, hug him, kiss his cheeks, talk to him and rant about anything— his heart melts. Yet reader gets insecure, being told in the past that she was clingy and talkative, not wanting to make Nanami uncomfortable, she keeps it to herself instead of showing affection. Nanami makes the first moves of the mentioned gestures of affection, so she can feel comfortable around him, hopefully. - fem!reader

suguru geto

exam season: Geto comforting his upset girlfriend. his girlfriend had low grades on a test of a subject she was really good at, yet she was crying in her pillows, needing Geto’s comfort and reassurance. Once she texted Geto, he immediately saw it. Rushing to your house/apartment and went in your bedroom. -fem!reader

headcanons

toji fushiguro

dating boxer!toji headcanons

mechanic!toji headcanons

kento nanami

celebrating his birthday headcanons

general/more than one character

marriage headcanons

preferences

first time inexperience: (the request) could I request preferences for Gojo, Choso, and Nanami finding out that gn reader is totally inexperienced (hasn’t had first kiss, first time etc)? (characters: gojo, choso, nanami)

touch starved: how the characters react to you being touch starved. (characters:  gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji)

gathering your attention: they want to spend more time with you, their crush. (characters: gojo, choso, nanami)

dating you: what dating them is like. (characters: gojo, choso, nanami)

smau

forgotten date: in which they forgot your anniversary date, and in part two, how they try to make up for it (pt 1) (pt 2) (characters: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji)

break up with me: you convince them to “break up” with you to listen to a sad song (characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, shoko ieiri, hiromi higurumu, shiu kong)

anxious thoughts: when you’re feeling anxious, and they’re there for you. (characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, shoko ieiri, hiromi higuruma, shiu kong)

drabbles

poly!hiromi and kento

adopting a kitten

series

beewitched bakery masterlist (you’re a baker in tokyo, down the street from a fairly major banking business, one of the most used around the world. one day, the ceo and the lawyer of this business come down to your bakery, wanting a new area to discuss their lawsuits and what to do. soon, they’re coming to your bakery everyday, both enamored with you and your pastries. but, now your bakery is getting sued, and you turn to higuruma and nanami, hoping they will be extend a hand to help you. amidst this, you’re battling your feelings for them, something that creates tensions what happens next?)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hey! Can I please get some headcanons for Kevin (Spooky Month) x Male reader who is a coworker? And like, Kevin slowly starts to have a crush on him

Being a CandyClub worker has..some perks. 

There weren’t many that came with a minimum wage job in a town where demonic/creepy stuff was always happening and irritable customers raided the store on most holidays.

But one was working with Kevin, in which you started at the beginning of the year.

You help him out with the front, making sure it looked presentable and that you got people whatever they needed.

Ofc, there’s always a snobby customer or two who ordered you around. But you learned not to let it bother you. You just smile and tell them to have a nice day.

Ngl Kevin doesn’t know how you stay sane.

Everyday he resists the urge to reach over the counter and strangle them if they're rude to you.

He occasionally catches himself staring at you whenever you’re smiling--no matter if it’s a fake customer service smile or genuine.

And the few times you've cracked a good joke or laughed. God. 

His heart's been skipping beats, fluttering even when he's just talking to you normally.

He passed it off as a sugar rush at first.

Both of you make jokes about quitting constantly. Though Kevin always seems dead serious, and you wondered why..

You'll soon come to find out when “spooky month” arrives--the time when Skid and Pump show up to bring him (usually unintentional) trouble.

But the second he sees them, he just leaves you at the register and runs out back, trying not to have a panic attack.

Confused, you give the kids their candy and search for Kevin, finding him hiding among the unopened boxes.

“Wh-What did those brats do this time?”

“..nothing, Kev. Why? I know you warned me about them, but...they don’t seem like troublemakers-”

“Looks are deceiving, [y/n]. That’s all they’ve ever been for the past four years!!!” He finally snaps, ranting to you about how they’ve given him nightmares, brought evil dolls, giant demons, and literal serial killers into the store, and left him “sugar” in which he thought he was gonna be arrested for possessing.

“Oh..damn..I guess those kids are bad luck magnets.” You mutter, sitting beside him as you finally understand the root of his extreme stress.

It’s not the customers, but what those kids put him through every Halloween--whether they mean to or not.

“Yeah, so you see why I hate this job so much.."

“Then...why don’t you quit if you’re genuinely unhappy here?”

“..........”

You gotta pry the reason out of him, weaving through whatever bullshit answers he gives you as to why he wouldn't just turn in a notice and run out of here.

And eventually, he admits that he only stays bc he likes you, not caring if he couldn’t have a relationship with a coworker--he just had to get that off his chest.

Kevin expects you to laugh, but instead you smile and admit you shared similar feelings. It shocks him, though he feels a lot better knowing you reciprocated them.

Both of you are about to have a soft/tender moment until you hear mischievous laughter coming from inside and realize the usual trio of kids are stealing candy.

You grab his hand to help him up, not letting go as you rushed back inside together (all the while, his face is red)

On your next day off, you’ll definitely go on a date far away from this shop.

[loversj0y]

fic req :

Wilbur and the reader go stargazing :p

That is literally it but I probably can't write anything good with it 🙂

my god i am so late on this BUT I DID IT

Tomorrow

pairing: wilbur soot x gn!reader

It had been a long day.

Everything had gone wrong. It started when you spilled coffee on your new clothes first thing in the morning, and subsequently ended with someone driving through a puddle on your walk home and leaving you completely soaked. And yet, despite the aggressively tough day, you couldn’t sleep. You lay in bed for a few hours, frustratedly unable to doze off completely. Plus, your boyfriend had streamer things to do today, and you weren’t able to see him. Wilbur was in meetings, shooting content, and everything in between, and despite your constant texting, you two just didn’t really have time for each other today. You’d ranted to him about your shit day earlier, before trying to sleep, and though his goodnight text made you feel as warm as usual, part of you still felt empty without his arms around you. Part of you knows that if he was there right now, you wouldn’t be having this much trouble falling asleep.

And as if the universe heard your desperation, your phone dinged on the nightstand with a text. “Hi, darling, are you awake?” You texted back impossibly fast. “Yes. Can’t sleep to save my life right now.” He read the message, but you didn’t get a response. Instead, you got the soft sound of knocking on your door. Quickly setting your phone down, the soft taps of your footsteps fill the apartment as you walk to the door. When you finally open it, you’re met with the comforting and tired gaze of your boyfriend, carrying a blanket and a grocery bag. He smiles fondly once he sees you, walking forward and hugging you tightly. “Hi, darling. I missed you.” You chuckled softly, hugging him back tightly. “I missed you too. Were you just standing out there?” He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, “Yep.” “What if I was asleep?” “I would’ve gone home all pouty.” You chuckled softly, holding him closer, “Well, no need. I couldn’t sleep either.” “Good,” he pulled away, “Grab your keys.” “What?” “C’monnnnnn, I wanna take you somewhere,” he whined softly. You just laughed, reaching over and grabbing your apartment keys, “Do I need to get dressed?” He shook his head enthusiastically, “Nope! You look absolutely gorgeous like that, darling.” He grinned at your outfit, which was essentially just his jumper and a pair of running shorts. You smiled fondly at him, and he took your hand in his, walking you out.

After a bit of walking, you spoke up, “Wil, my love, my sweetheart, my oversized hoodie, I know it’s October, but if this is some ploy to kill me, I’d prefer to at least die in my apartment.” He laughed, shaking his head, “No, no, I promise, I would kill you in much higher drama, darling. There’d be some world-building about it.” “Ah, like your DnD plots?” “Exactly. A murder is no good if there’s no drama with it. But trust me, this will be a good surprise.” He continued to lead you around for a bit longer, and you two walked in comfortable silence. He led you to a quiet area, a field not far from your apartment, but shielded from the city lights. He pulled the blanket off his shoulder and put it on the ground carefully, then he laid down, grinning up at you and happily patting the spot next to him. You got down next to him, and he opened the grocery bag, pulling out some of your favorite snacks. “Salty or sweet?” “Mm… sweet,” you decided, and he handed you a candy bag he’d bought. He grabbed his own snack, carefully laying down. You followed suit, laying next to him and cuddling up against him, smiling at his soft grin. He looked down at you, and his smile widened, leaning forward and gently pecking your lips. “You’re missing it, darling.” He pointed a hand up, and you followed his gaze to see the stars glittering in the sky above. You spent a moment in awe, marveling at the sight above you. Wilbur pressed a kiss to your cheek, speaking softly, “The building blocks out a good bit of the light pollution, so the stars are brighter out here.” You nodded softly as he wrapped an arm around your waist, content smiles on both of your faces. After a moment, you reached a hand up, pointing to a grouping of stars in a line. “That one looks like you.” He let out a hearty laugh, looking around for a moment before pointing to a small, squarish grouping, “And that one looks like you.” You gasped, “Hey! I’m not that short.” He hummed softly, “What? I’m sorry, not sure I can hear you from down there.” “Hm, that’s such a shame, because down here is where the kisses are.” He whined, pulling you into him, “Noooo, please, I’m sorry, I want kisses,” he started peppering kisses all over your head, pulling you as close as feasibly possible. You hummed softly, leaning up to kiss him gently. He kissed back with a wide smile, gently rubbing your sides. After that, the two of you lay in a comfortable silence, your body resting against his, as you stared up in awe at the sky. He pressed a soft kiss onto your head, gently playing with your hair. “Tomorrow will be better for both of us,” he said softly. You nodded quietly, yawning softly and holding him close. “Tomorrow.”

[laxatives4eva]

Update: completed my 60 hours fast :)

Overate a little in culinary today tho so I pvrged it.

Tomorrow is class potluck day and I created a plan so I won’t go over my 500 cal limit from that bc I also have dinner with my grandparents on Friday nights (ik so Rory Gilmore) and those cals combined w the potluck might set me above 500.

I am contributing ice cream to the class, so I decided to buy the big ice cream pints of chocolate and strawberry and vanilla for the whole class but I’m also bringing a halo top (low cal ice cream) which is my safe food. That way it will look like I am eating the ice cream like a normal kid but I won’t have a panic abt the cals and will be able to live with myself.

That way I won’t be tempted to have any other snacks or candy that anyone brings but also won’t look suspicious.

I also bought monk fruit drops today which is sooo good in my tea it literally makes it so sweet and no cals so I feel like that can help me curve my sweet tooth.

I also get weird random cravings for spicy and vinegary foods so I like kimchi and spicy pickles a lottt. But trust me don’t have it if you’re planning on pvrging after. If I have it by itself I pvrge it bc it taste horrible the second time. So I try not to have spicy food with other food like fried food or any meal that I would plan on pvrging cuz then I might not want to cuz of the horrid burning of my throat.

I hope for dinner I can do my own thing. I usually eat some form of carrots, a roasted veggie, yogurt, bone broth, or fruits if it’s up to me for dinner (which is ironic bc I’m literally in culinary school and could easily make a good dinner and keep it around the same cals I am just lazy and have the mentality that if I don’t cook food to taste good that there’s no point of cooking at all . But I could make low cal dinner so it like I’m having an actual meal instead of just carrots or wtv while still keeping it low cal.

I hope my bsf whose bday it happens to be tomorrow doesn’t get offended when I don’t try her food at the potluck. I rlly don’t wanna b throwing up in the bathrooms. Well it is last period so I can technically do it at home if she makes me eat some.

Sorry I ranted sm! Wish me luck 😭😭😭

[darkwitch1999]

Hey witch, would it be cool if Sara and Chloe fight to see who’s the better bitch? May the worst bitch win! My money’s on Chloe!

Ooo! I love it! Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the baddest bitch of all? Let's find out!

----------------------------------------------- Chloé Bourgeois vs. Sara Lemieux

Sara: (sneers) The mayor’s brat a better bitch than me? (chuckles mockingly) How cute, @princessbutterflysposts.

Chloé: (smirks triumphantly) Clearly, they recognize who is better at making other people’s social lives miserable.

Sara: Well, I will admit that your tactics are effective…

Chloé: As they should be!

Sara: (smirks deviously)….for an amateur.

Chloé: (gasps in offense) Excuse me?!

Sara: Oh, we both know you heard me loud and clear, but then again, my sources told me that you are not very bright. Your whole bullying approach just screams juvenile. Everything you have done I have already done before I even entered fifth grade, and I did it way better than you. (starts counting off of her fingers) You think that putting cockroaches in someone’s locker is bad? Try snakes instead and see how fast your victim has to go to counseling. Getting someone expelled or suspended from school? Too easy and simple that I have done it dozens of times. A better challenge would be falsely accusing a teacher or faculty member and getting them fired, which I have also done more than once. Also, if you want to ruin somebody’s clothes, there are better, more devious ways of going about it than with paint and gum. Just ask that emo loser (bleep) Marc Anciel. Do you even realize how easy it is to steal another person’s work and pass it off as your own without getting caught? Though I guess that would be more of a rhetorical question since that’s just another item on the list of things you weren’t able to get away with doing unlike me. You can’t even steal some girl’s diary without getting caught in the act. Something that is supposed to be as easy as taking candy from a baby and you still fuck it up. You didn’t even get a chance to do the satisfying part of reading it to the school or posting the content online. Oh, and let’s not forget about the time you heartlessly rejected that quiffed himbo’s love confession and posted his humiliation on social media. (sighs) Love is just so easy to crush, whether they are attracted to you or somebody else. You should consider outing someone to their crush and watch their whole world crash and burn from rejection and shame. Face it, Bourgeois, you’re out of your league. You may think you’re a bad bitch, but compared to me, you’re just some wannabe brat.

Chloé: (seething) H-How….HOW DARE YOU?! You’re less than nothing compared to me! My daddy is the mayor of Paris! I have this school and all of Paris under my thumb! (smirks deviously) And if I wanted, I could make your life a living hell! Who even is your father, anyway? I’ll bet he’s just another faceless, powerless nobody like you! You dare to even insist that you have more power than me?! I actually had real superpowers before! Never seen you with superpowers, I wonder why. If I had to guess, it’s probably because you are not important enough to have them.

Sara: (scoffs with a smirk, seemingly unfazed by Chloé’s rant) Please, all you’re doing is making an even bigger fool of yourself, and quite frankly, it’s cringe. There is a reason why I never had superpowers; it’s because I have never needed them nor do I need my daddy’s money or connections to get what I need. I don’t need to cry to my father whenever I want something or something is not going the way I want it to be. Who needs power when I can easily manipulate anyone through talent and skill alone? But then again, I guess it makes sense why you need your spineless, cowardly, bootlicking politician father to control the people around you considering how talentless you truly are. My father may not be the mayor of Paris, but I do believe a decorated officer in the French military is far more respectable to the people than a corrupt politician, whose power may have helped you for so long but is fleeting. You may have intimidated people for years with your father’s status and weak bullying tactics, but your hold on them is slipping. Many of the students in your class aren’t even that intimidated by you anymore and some of them are even starting to fight back against you. Even your Agreste blonde boy toy is pulling away from you. The only one who you still have under your complete control is that pathetic little minion of yours Stella or whatever her name is, and it is only a matter of time before you lose control of her, too. Meanwhile, I not only have more minions than you, but I have my entire school wrapped around my finger, kissing my feet, or crushed underneath my heels, all on my own accord. Now that I think about it, you’re even worse than a wannabe brat. You’re a washed-up has been.

(Chloé continues to seethe with anger, growling lowly as she glares daggers at Sara. Suddenly, Chloé gets a message notification on her phone. She opens her phone and skims through the message. A satisfied smirk begins to grow on her face causing Sara to raise an eyebrow in confusion.)

Chloé: (smirks) You’re fake.

Sara: (eyebrow raised, scoffs) Excuse me?

Chloé: Your hair is fake. Everyone knows you aren’t a real blonde. Unlike moi!

Sara: (irritated and still confused) Wh-What…What does my hair have to-….

Chloé: Your minions’ loyalty is fake, too. Oh sure, they may tolerate your treatment, but I bet my entire trust fund that every chance they get they tear you to shreds behind your back. They don’t really respect you, they are just intimidated by you, and if an opportunity were to arise when they could kick you to the curb, they would do it in a heartbeat. Sure, I may just be using Sabrina to do my bidding, but at least I know she would never betray me and that her loyalty to me is limitless. Can’t say the same for the rest of your followers, now can’t you?

Sara: (seethes) Why you-…!

Chloé: How many people have become akumatized because of you?

Sara: Why should I care whether or not some losers get akumatized? Chloé: You didn’t answer my question. I’m pretty sure that at least half of the city has gotten akumatized because of me, maybe even more by now. How many akumatizations did you cause?

Sara: (eyes shift nervously) W-Well…none…but that’s hardly my fault! Blame DarkBitch for not writing my stories because she’s so damn slow! I haven’t even gotten a chance to be akumatized yet!

Chloé: So Shadow Moth has never even called upon you for help, meaning that you also never willingly accepted his power to help him take Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses?

Sara: What?! No! What sort of psycho freak would even consider working for a terrorist willingly?

Chloé: You don’t have a father.

Sara: (eyes widen in shock) ….

Chloé: (smiles deviously) At least not anymore. He abandoned you, Lemieux.

Sara: (clenches her fists angrily) That’s not true…you….!

Chloé: Oh sure, the part about him being a decorated military officer is true and he has been away on duty for quite a long time. Ten years now, was it? Sara: (shocked) H-How did you-…?

Chloé: You’re not the only one with sources. And sure, I’m not one to talk since my mother did leave me and my father for years for New York, but at least she came back. Sure, she’s a pain in the neck sometimes and she barely remembers my name, but at least she acknowledges my existence. Meanwhile, when was the last time you heard from your father? Does he ever call you or write? Sends you birthday cards? Visits you during the holidays? I guess not, and do you know why, Lemieux? (gets closer to Sara’s face) It’s because he doesn’t love you and wishes that you were never born.

(Sara is left speechless as Chloé continues to stare her down with a triumphant smirk on her face.)

-----------------------------------------------

Well, there you have it. Who do y'all think won the battle of the bitches? Who's the worst? Let me know what you think.

[screampied]

hiiii. so, first i just want to say that the feeling is mutual, because i’m always looking forward to your replies to my asks, like giggling and kicking feet typa shit!!!

second of all, i’ve realized that if you do a scream theme, it would be perfect because of your username?!?! ngl i wish i was creampied by billy loomis

i used to look at those people eating and drinking pumpkin flavored stuff and i would gag, until i realized it probably taste like a famous pumpkin candy in my country, so yes, pls try it and tell me if it’s sweet and good. i’m a very picky eater and i can’t stand pumpkin, unless is for decoration and eating bits and bits of the said candy.

also, yeah, fuck scream 5. it was awful, i love gale and dewey, it was so unnecessary what they did to them, and proceeding to fucking kill him??? ain’t no way, i punched my tv.

classics are truly the best. ngl, i don’t like new horror movies, they are always lacking something. i did, however, enjoyed the movie talk to me from a24, but i saw it more as the metaphor (drgs) instead of possession, so yah…

NOW SHUT UP HIP PIERCINGS? AND BELLY BUTTON? oh i know u a bad bitch, like i can’t help but stan more. ☝️

how was your day today, btw? i finished an edit for my theme that was pissing me off and now i’m just waiting for the one person i’m comfortable with to be online so i can show and be like “gimme ur opinion 🥺” and they are sincere af so if they hate it, imma kms, i see no other option.

oh, also, this week i got a hate anon and i kept laughing because?? it’s so random, people are really miserable and funny sometimes. it’s like a certificate that their life sucks, idk.

AND YES, i’ll be showing myself for you, probably on october 1st, like nosferatu coming from the shadows, hihi.

nut anon

omg ur so sweet, hugs 🫂🫂.

FUCK UR SO RIGHT. a scream theme bc it’s literally in my url what are the chances 😋 plus my username was even based off scream omg we’ll see. that’ll be so sexy ughhhhh october hurry.

im kinda scared to try pumpkin lowkey. im also a picky eater and i feel like ill puke 🧍‍♂️ like ive smelled it and its okaaaay i guess but idk if i can handle it paha. if i do try it, ill tell u how it goes trust.

good fucking bye i can talk a whole rant about how AWFUL scream 5 is. out of all the movies, it’s the worst in my opinion. the only thing i loved about it was the opening scene—jenna ortega’s portion, she made me continue watching it 🙂‍↕️ plus she’s mother, i love her downnnnn. AND UR RIGHT. !!!!! LIKE DEWEY ?????? i get he had to die at some point but his death was so stupid. like really. just say you hate him. scream 6 totally redeemed itself tho now that is a SEQUEEEEL. only thing i hated about scream 6 was the killer reveals. the motive was understandable but dumb . LOLLL im such a hater but man ✋🏽 do you think neve is coming back for scream 7, i hope so and they better give her the pay she deserves bc i miss my final gyal 😔

TEEEHHEEE THANK YOU POOKIE 💋 i bet you’re an even badder bitch <3 my day was good !!! i was busy out half the day sight seeing and going to a nascar race showing near me which was sooooo cool. a bird shat on my car window which was totally uncool 😒. SLAAAAY omg i bet it looks so good.

booo hate anons r so unserious. i remember i got one months ago and just rolled my eyes because you could be like … saving the world ✋🏽 or idk doing crossword puzzles instead of talking shit to a silly lil stranger on the interweb. ppl be bored ig. don’t let it get to u tho bae !!!! ur amazing mwah