#ooc ik but whatever I do what I want

[baldval]

heyy! You dont have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable it is a little darker…

can i request overlords finding out that reader selfharms? Like they knew she was unstable but they didnt think that much

thank you!!!

BEING COMFORTED BY HAZBIN!₊˚⊹♡

characters: alastor, vox, velvette, valentino, lucifer, adam

warnings: sad reader, slightly ooc adam (that man is so hard to write omg)

a/n: ik i said i'm comfortable w darker asks, i just don't really feel ok w writing about such heavy/negative topics (especially sh), but don't worry anon, should've added that mb. anyways, i give you hazbin characters comforting reader in return 🫶🫶

ALASTOR:

ᯓ he’s not exactly a ‘sit down and talk about feelings’ type of person

ᯓ but he can tell when something’s wrong

ᯓ and he wants nothing more but to make you feel like you’re on top of the world

ᯓ he sees your pouty face when you get home

ᯓ “hey, darling, come look,” he says

ᯓ he’d been at work when you’d left

ᯓ so he’s had some time to figure out what to do for you without making it seem like he’s prying

ᯓ he’ll ask you about what’s bothering you once you’ve relaxed

ᯓ he plops down on the couch, dragging you with him

ᯓ your favorite movie is paused on the tv, waiting to be played

ᯓ “i found an extended version. with bloopers and deleted scenes and everything,” he murmurs

ᯓ the entire movie, his hand is rubbing up and down your back

ᯓ his fingers sometimes creep up your neck, playing gently with your hair

ᯓ the entire thing is extremely soothing

ᯓ you know he knows something’s wrong

ᯓ and you also know he’s going to do everything in his power to fix it

ᯓ and you’re so grateful he just loves you

VOX:

ᯓ he doesn’t need you to say anything, ever

ᯓ he just knows what you need

ᯓ when he comes home and finds you in bed early, he knows you’ve had a difficult day

ᯓ he doesn’t know what happened, but he won’t ask until you’re feeling better

ᯓ he changes out of his work clothes and just gets into bed with you

ᯓ when you don’t say anything either, he pulls you into a cuddle, one hand pressing your head to his chest and the other cupping your hip

ᯓ “hi, vox.”

ᯓ he peppers your face in kisses

ᯓ “feeling off?” he asks

ᯓ you nod

ᯓ his fingers go to stroke your jaw

ᯓ “you can talk to me, you know. i want to make it better,” he tells you

ᯓ so you tell him everything

ᯓ whatever the issue was, the next day, he’s found some way to solve it

ᯓ just for you

ᯓ anything for you

VELVETTE:

ᯓ the minute you come home from work, exhaustion and misery rolling off of you in waves, she demands to know what’s wrong

ᯓ “is someone bothering you? is it your boss again? because i can get him fired.”

ᯓ you tell her everything

ᯓ she promises to help you with whatever it is that’s causing you trouble

ᯓ she’d tip the earth off it’s axis if you asked

ᯓ “come here, i want a kiss,” she tells you

ᯓ you very happily oblige

ᯓ she spends the entire night just spoiling (and worshiping) you

ᯓ the sheets of your bed are tangled between both your legs

ᯓ you’ve never felt more loved

ᯓ she murmurs about how your aniversary is coming up

ᯓ and tells you to get your nails done and dress pretty

ᯓ you don’t really know how you got here

ᯓ but you’re not upset

ᯓ you smile up at the ceiling, delightedly dazed

ᯓ you don’t even remember why you were upset

VALENTINO:

ᯓ he feels what you feel

ᯓ and at this point he can never leave you alone

ᯓ he NEEDS to be with you 24/7

ᯓ so naturally it’s like he’s dying when you come home looking upset

ᯓ “hey, no kiss hello?” he whines

ᯓ that manages to get you to laugh

ᯓ he smiles at your smiling

ᯓ you go over to kiss him and he catches your wrist before you walk off

ᯓ “no, c’mere,” he insists

ᯓ he tugs you into his lap and winds his arms around your waist

ᯓ he sets his chin on your shoulder

ᯓ “why’re you upset?”

ᯓ “oh, it’s nothing, val.”

ᯓ “bullshit.”

ᯓ you spill

ᯓ he rubs circles into your hip bone

ᯓ “i’d be upset, too,” he admits

ᯓ he kisses all up your neck

ᯓ “but we don’t have to think about that at all now. can we just spend some time together? i promise, though, if you’re still having problems i’ll gladly fuck up as many lives as you need.”

ᯓ you laugh, making him laugh

ᯓ you spend the rest of the night just sitting there talking to him

LUCIFER:

ᯓ the two of you are watching your current show, as you do every night, and he notices you’re zoning out

ᯓ he pauses it and looks down at you

ᯓ he dots a couple kisses over your brow

ᯓ “everything okay?”

ᯓ “rough day…”

ᯓ “why didn’t you tell me?”

ᯓ his expression is one of concern now, yet still absolutely laden with affection

ᯓ “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to keeping things from you or anything. i just don’t want to bother you.”

ᯓ “i want you to bother me. say everything that comes into your brain, i want to hear it.”

ᯓ he pulls you closer, palm smoothing over the back of your neck as he sets your head against his chest

ᯓ you tell him about your day, and how you were getting so frustrated

ᯓ frustrated everything was going wrong today, frustrated that the entire week was going wrong

ᯓ he listens intently, stroking your hair the entire time

ᯓ he gives soft “mhms” and “of courses” at your words

ᯓ he peppers warm kisses all over your face

ᯓ he does his best to give you a solution

ᯓ even if what he suggested doesn’t work, he’s sending you flowers to your house for the next week

ADAM:

ᯓ he’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit

ᯓ he’s a little nervous to ask what’s wrong

ᯓ he’s afraid he won’t know what to do to make you feel better

ᯓ “hey, uh, everything okay?”

ᯓ you shrug

ᯓ “wanna talk about it?”

ᯓ you tell him everything

ᯓ he nods the entire time, his eyes never leaving your face

ᯓ he’s trying to memorize everything you’re saying

ᯓ he doesn’t really have any great solutions

ᯓ and he kind of hates himself for it

ᯓ he wants to help you, even if he doesn't make it obvious

ᯓ “hey, how about we go out tonight? take your mind off things.”

ᯓ you spend the night at dinner then wandering through a night market

ᯓ you both talk nonstop

ᯓ he gets you a bunch of trinkets

ᯓ just things that remind him of you

ᯓ and a bracelet, too

ᯓ he spends a bit of time fiddling with the clasp, eventually hooking it together and letting it sit on your wrist

ᯓ you don’t take the bracelet off

ᯓ ever

ᯓ at home, he’s worried you’re still upset

ᯓ but you’re not

ᯓ you fall asleep curled up against him, your worries now nonexistent

[theyluvlyss]

hi! i was wondering if you could write dating hc's for duncan and courtney (separate) please?

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 !

but unfortunately, I do not currently write for courtney :(. although, I hope you like what I do have written and that it doesn't discourage you from requesting in the future :).

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

《 ♡ 》 headcannons

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

you went on this stupid, island, reality show to win $100,000, which could've most definitely changed your life for the better. but instead, you got a delinquent meat-head who had... somehow, earned your heart faster than the cash. "how" and "why" is beyond you. but at least you could come up with a list of some semi-convincing reasons as to such...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!reader x duncan - she/her/hers pronouns

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

season one (total drama island)

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

harsh language/cursing - dangerous elements/themes mentioned - duncan being himself lmao (possibly a little ooc? I apologize if so) - established romantic relationship - casual dominance (cuz ik that can irk some people) - possessive terms (my, his, etc).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

When you applied/auditioned to be on the show, you didn't actually think they'd pick you. It was a stupid dare amongst friends back home! No way would they pick some random girl with no experience or even a resume from (home/town/city).

And then, they did😃.

Next thing you know, you're being flown out to Canada and then dropped off from a yacht on some random, deserted island. Just your luck to apply for a scammy and sketchy reality show rather than what you were promised...

And, to top it all off, your host might as well have been a sociopath, your chef, a psychopath, and you were now forced to spend your time with twenty-two other lunatic teenagers for eight weeks. Eight. Weeks. To be fully and completely clear, you did not want to be here.

How could this get any worse?

Duncan. That's how.

He irked you at first. No, you didn't hate him. He actually had his moments where you found him quite funny with a sarcastic quip he had said or entertaining with some random stunt he pulled.

But other than that...

"I'm not jumping. I miss the safe zone and get eaten alive by sharks, and then what?"

"Oh'ho, you're jumping, sweetheart. I'll be damned if you lose this challenge for us because you're not a strong swimmer."

"That's not what I said. And what're you gonna do? Make me?"

...you were firm on your dislike for him.

Not that the feelings weren't reciprocated, of course. Though he wasn't exactly opposed to eying any pretty girls he happened to come across, he didn't intend to date. He came to win $100,000, just like the rest of them. And though he had grown used to the way your attitude struck any and everyone who tried to manipulate you into doing something you didn't want to do, at least you weren't Courtney, stick shoved up your butt.

Onto the more headcanon-y portion of this list...

I feel like Duncan actually wouldn't be opposed to random hookups or anything like that. But, once he has specific eyes for someone, he treats things as if he's already bagged them (manifesting king😻✨️). And in this case, them is you. He didn't get the hots right away, but after a couple of weeks or so of spending basically all of his time around you (being on the same team and all), he wasn't too surprised upon coming to terms with those feelings.

Not that you could exactly tell, with him running around calling you "sweetheart" and "angel-face" and whatever other petnames he could come up with on the fly. You figured it was just him being...well... Duncan! Not to mention, you weren't exactly all that fond of him.

Did he know that? Yes. Did he care? Ehh. You'd warm up. He'd actually make sure of it because even if the show didn't end with him either winning the money or getting you as a girlfriend, the least he'd accomplish is wooing you.

He's not gonna sacrifice his reputation for that, so he'd have to play it cool. And during the seventh challenge, an opportunity came to light; he'd help you concor your fear! Not only would it win your team the challenge, but it'd be a huge step into winning over your heart. With peering eyes (and cameras around), he was there to be your tough-love.

"Get over it, toots, it's just (your/fear)!!"

"Do not mess this up for us, or I'll guarantee you go home tonight."

"I've been in juvie with worse than this...!"

But, without any evidence to prove it besides your word and a blushing face, he was totally sweet on you.

"C'mere, sweetheart, it ain't that bad. You just need a little warming up to the idea, that's all~."

"The worst that could happen is you'll be called a chicken. It's not like you'll get voted off. Not while I'm here."

"Babe, you are entirely too cool to be skeezed out by (your/fear). We're gonna have to work on that, yeah?"

Him sling-shotting you through such emotions and behavior was intense. But not as much as the way it kept you hooked. And every time you would start to grow fed up, want nothing to do with him, even cuss him out...

Life (Chris McLean) would manage to thrust you two back together. Until, eventually, you got together. I mean, no official labels or anything yet, but god forbid another guy on either team just breathed sultry in your direction (coughCodyprobablycough). Or if you got hurt during a challenge. Or whenever anyone (butmostlikelyHeather) had it out for you.

And in those moments, I think Duncan wouldn't be as good as hiding his infatuation with you. Not that anyone actually had the gall to tease him for it. Besides, he had managed to make his admiration for you look cool. Always muttering a slick, "She wants me." to his guy friends, or smirking at any intimate reaction you'd give him in front of your peers.

All in all, he's a cocky shit. But he made it work in a charming way that you couldn't quite place, and made you wonder why you were even attracted to it/him at all.

And, surprisingly, he could be quite the gentlemen. Rough around the edges, sure, but see if you ever have to hold a door open for yourself or climb down from something without his hand being offered to you ever again.

He even makes sure to censor himself around you! Er- well, tries. If he deems a curse word too heavy for you to hear come flying out of his mouth, it goes a little something like this:

" ...So I rush 'im, right? And then can you believe the motherfucker-...! Sorry, babe. Can you believe this idiot actually tries to shank me?! Wild stuff, man..."

As if he's not already sitting around the campfire telling the most gorey juvie/jail story ever. But nope, the extra heavy cuss words are the stuff that's impolite for your ears🙄✋🏽.

#it'sthethoughtthatcounts♡.

OH!! And casual dominance? Definitely a thing in the relationship. Mainly from him, with a simple, "C'mere, doll." or a motion of the hand/finger over towards him. But let's not lie and say this dude isn't a sucker for the moments you boss him around...

"Duncan, go grab that for me, please?"

"I'm busy-"

"Now."

. . .

No further protest, your item retrieved and dropped into your hands with swiftness, and a light red dust on his face badly hidden under a scowl.

Things would get serious/official if one of you two got voted off of the island, though. If you got voted off, he'd be sure to give you the most profound goodbye he can in the very limited amount of time he has to actually say it. Make it very clear you're his girl, "...for anyone thinkin' about trying to make a move while I'm not around." And, he promises that if he wins, he's coming for you, and you'll run off together with the money. Cliche, but how could you say no?

If he gets voted off, he sticks on a brave face and basically threatens you to win lmao😭. Think of it as very intense encouragement coming from a deep down place of love.

"Babe, you better win this whole shit, 'cuz I'm gonna be rooting for you back home. Need these losers to see that my girl is the shit."

I could probably go on forever, but I don't want to make this too long :')...

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 !!

this is my first post (as in writing/content) ever, so yay me :D ! and for the person that requested, again, I hope you enjoyed this 'cuz it was fun to write ! although I really don't like the title, but I couldn't think of anything better😭...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

none :(

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 :

anon <3

𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :

[mydarlingclaudia]

this is life

note : divider is from @/the-aesthetics-shop. ermm never written Chris before idk how good this is and ik it's ooc and this is way short. this wasn't in my wip game thing because I started this like 4 hours ago but I love him very much so uh here I feel scared. is it obvious I don't know how to do a good description.

wc : 1.2k

tags : @lottiies

desc : like a lover should. fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst (not really tho), established relationship, any Chris but at the end it's post re8!Chris, fem!reader, not proofread.

Chris knows the sounds of explosions and gunfire more than he knows anything else. He knows the feeling of blood-soaked clothes and heavy bulletproof vests weighing down on his chest as if they’re meant to be worn everyday. He’ll never forget the weight of a gun in his hand, won’t forget how to curl his fingers around a knife and hold it outwards, waiting for whatever is going to lunge at him from the darkness.

But Chris knows the sound of your voice, too. Knows the feeling of your skin underneath his fingertips, how your weight feels lying on top of him late at night. He loves how your hand squeezes his, how your arms wrap around his neck to hold him closer.

His apartment became yours once you stepped into his life. Your makeup is scattered across the counter in his bathroom, your clothes are in his closet, your soaps are in his shower, the smell of his cigarettes quickly mixed with the smell of your perfume. Chris loves it, really. It didn’t happen overnight, Chris wasn’t around all that much, but you always waited and showed up whenever you wanted to, he gave you a spare key for a reason.

He thinks you care about him more than you should, that you shouldn't worry about him so much and that you don't need to give him a massage every time he comes home along with an actual meal instead of whatever food was being rationed out to him on his latest mission. But you do, every single time. Chris wishes you would sleep and not stay up texting him when he tells you he's on his way home, he won't admit that seeing your endless row of texts filling his screen with news of what he's missed over the past few days never fails to make him smile.

You've always known that what Chris does is dangerous, you don't know that he fights monsters straight out of sci-fi movies, but what matters to you is that he comes home in one piece. Truth is, you love him, and he lets you. Chris isn't always the easiest to love and care for, you know there are things he doesn't tell you, but the way he holds you in the morning while he's still asleep is something else entirely.

The time that you did learn about everything he did was after the Edonia and China mess.

You thought he left you, what else were you supposed to think when he went completely radio silent for almost a year? No one seemed to know where he was, you hadn't gotten any news that he was dead, so he had to still be alive, right? You still took care of his apartment, making sure no one broke in, you were hardly back at your own place the whole time he was away, you were just hoping that a few things would be moved around the apartment whenever you came to check on it, just a hint that he was back home and hadn't told you yet.

But he went to your home the night he came back, was there to catch you when you broke down and cried about all the horrible things you thought had happened to him. At least he showered before he came to you. He sounded like a broken record, apologizing over and over again while you just clutched onto his shirt with your head buried in his shoulder.

It took you maybe an hour to calm down, he had the decency to wait for you to stop hiccuping through your tears before he explained himself. You've got every right to be mad at him, and he knows you are, but he's sure you'll nag him some other time when you're not holding onto him like a lifeline.

You probably don't even believe what he's telling you about bioweapons, you don't even know what the fuck that word really means, but it's his job to get rid of them, play exterminator. You just sat there on your bed with a confused expression the whole time, leaning on his shoulder while you sniffled softly. They're monsters, that's how he described them, like something you see in nightmares.

"So... what, like... Godzilla, or something? That's what they are?" You asked him, eyebrows still knitted together. Chris just looked at you, not really sure how to tell you that the undead weren't even in the same category as some of the things he's fought over the years.

"Yeah, kinda." He didn't need to explain further, you were too tired to comprehend the horrors mankind could make. So he let you sleep, kept you in his arms the whole night. He'd wait until tomorrow to tell you he had to keep doing this until the day he died, but he promised to not keep you waiting the next time he leaves.

—

Chris decides that years later, when you're in the kitchen, sitting across from him at the table burping a baby over your shoulder, not his, not yours, that he can't lose you. He almost lost Jill, did lose Piers and Ethan, along with countless other teammates along the line. But now he's got Ethan's baby in his house, he told you more things about his job now, he told you what happened to Ethan and that Rose would be in his care for a little bit, you had only smiled at him.

He should've married you by now. God, what kind of man was he? Dating the woman of his dreams for over a decade and never even trying to propose? He doesn't know why you let him get away with that. You've long since moved in with him, all your things were practically in his apartment by the time he asked if you just wanted to stay and not leave, took absolutely nothing to convince you.

And looking at you with Rose in your arms finally makes him realize as he's pushing fifty that he should have settled with you sooner. Maybe you just never asked because of his job, maybe you were fine with how things were.

"Did you... ever want kids?" He mumbled, avoiding your gaze and instead staring into his coffee cup. You have to think for a second, still rocking the baby in your arms back and forth.

"One would've been nice." You answer him. Shit, now he feels like he's ruined everything.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I'm happy we waited." Chris looked up at you, not expecting to be greeted with the smile on your face. You stand up to put Rose into her highchair so you can go get your toast from the toaster, Chris follows you after a few seconds.

"Don't know how you put up with me," His hands find their way to your waist, pressing his chest to your back and resting his head against yours. His hands are still rough from years in battle, he doesn't think he'll ever really be able to relax, but you still love to dote on him whenever you can, it makes him feel like he's meant to be here with you.

"Well, you're quite handsome." Chris smiles and presses a kiss to the side of your head, there have been mornings like this hundreds of times, he can only hope for more in the future.

"You're too good to me."

"Lucky you,"

"I know." He's got the day off, he should go buy you a ring, make things more permanent than they already are.

[lbcreations-blog]

Hihihiiii!!! Just saw that you needed more requests so I was wondering if you could do some headcanons and maybe a small drabble for Sir Pentious, Vox, and Lucifer with an S/O who gifts them their drawings as a way to show their love? If this is too much, feel free to ignore:]

🍵

Omg I love this request sm

Vox and sir pentious might be ooc (especially Vox)

Masterlist

Drawings for love

Dude, when you gave the first drawing to him, he was blushing so hard

Homeboy loves them so much

He's probably going to probably ether show it off to the others or protect it like it's his lifeline (idk I thought he'd react or whatever like that, ok)

Man will put it on his wall of his ship on the inside (duh) so he can look at it when he's working

And when you give him more man's loves you

He generally wants more he loves them so much

But do not give him too much at the same time. My man might die (again) from a blushing heart attack (hopefully that makes sense)

Bro was so confused when you first gave it to him

What are you, a child?

Once you get sad and stuff for him acting like that, he'll freak out, not wanting to make you sad in any way

He'll, then comfort you and say he likes it a lot (which he does)

Now he might ether hang it up somewhere in the tower, in pride that you love him so much that you drew smthn for him

Or he won't hang it up in a somewhat embarrassment, something down that line

But all in all, this man appreciates the drawings and finds it really cute

When you gave the first drawing to Lucifer, let me tell you this man fucking loves it, he was blushing so hard

When you give him more, this man was so happy

He is probably going to put most of them on the walls

In general, he's going to put all the drawings where he can see them

He's also going to bost about the fact that his lover gave him drawings for love

Also, since you made the drawings for him, he is going to make things for you like ducks out of love (even tho I think this man did this to you from like the start)

Well, that's it, ik it's short, but yea

Uh, bye-bye

Taglist: @fatherlesschild2 @whitewingsh @iheartpieck @i-yuki

Taglist request section

-L.B Creations

[aphroditeinthesea]

hi!! Could you write hcs of Jason x Daughter of Apollo reader? I love your work :D

“ the sun and the storm ”

jason grace x daughter of apollo ⚡️

a/n i some reason feel like my grammar keeps not making sense in this also jason’s kinda ooc sorry

tw none

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ⛆ 𖤓ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ

- super cute okay?

- i feel like yall met while he was injured

- so generic ik but listen

- he had like sprained his ankle and you came in to help

- and he’s like “wow”

- audibly too

- so you’re like “what?”

- and he’s has to be like “nothing”

- he might start going to the infirmary a little too much after that

- of course your siblings catch on though

- he walks in there and immediately will’s yelling for you

- no hi, no hello, just “Y/N!”

- of course you like him too

- (other wise i wouldn’t be writing this)

- so at some point you’re leading a campfire song

- and so you sing this cutesy little love song

- and ur looking at jason the whole time

- and bless his heart, he does not

- but you don’t realize he doesn’t realize

- so you think he’s just rejecting you :(

- and so you’re hanging out with him, nico, and your brother

- but they both are getting a headache listening to the two of you

- so will interjects like “that was a great song you sang last night, y/n. right, jason?”

- he’s like love-struck being like “it was amazing”

- ofc ur like :(

- but you finally realize that you’re gonna have to actually tell him

- and like any normal person would

- the next time he’s in the infirmary you send him off with a doctor’s note

- the note read “jason grace of cabin 1 has been discharged from the camp half blood infirmary

- doctor’s signature

- patient signature

- please return if: u maybe wanna be my boyfriend?”

- he read the note like 10 times

- but once he was sure he bolted to the cabin

- nickname him the bolter iykwim

- he said yes obvi

- cutie patootie

- once yall are dating, you two are attached at the hip

- make room at the apollo table for this man

- yk like the doctor card will pulled

- you had to do the same thing

- “jason has to sit with us for his well being”

- hc chiron kinda just lets the seven do whatever they want

- so he doesn’t really care

- oh your dad loves him

- when he found out, this man

- god?

- being?

- whatever, he was GLEAMING

- planning your wedding, your future kids’ names

- and you and jason are just sitting there like

- 🧍‍♀️🧍🏼‍♂️

- SKY DATES

- i feel like everyone says this

- him flying the two of you way above camp

- and yall just laying up there

- sometimes bringing snacks

- or books

- or just 😙😙

- and yk how the zeus cabin is all like spooky?

- sometimes you stay over and become jason’s personal nightlight

- awwwwwwwww

- that’s also excused by doctor’s orders

- SUNSHINE GF X STORM BF

- omg i just realized this

- you’re literally sunshine in form of a person

- AND HE’S A STORM

- AHHH

- i have to name this the sun and the storm im sorry

- there’s already been a millon solangelo references

[a-random-weeb]

How about surprising a favorite star rail character (your choice, but I'd prefer Fu Xuan) with their favorite snack?

Im so sorry I have no clue who that is 😭

I (attempted) to write for some of the characters I know, sorry if they're ooc, I'm only at trailblazer lvl 30-ish so...

You didn't specify if you wanted it romantic or not, but these are when you're their s/o, sorry if you didn't want that, most of the headcannons could easily be interpreted as platonic tho so...

(Ik y'all prob forgot about me I haven't posted in like two years I'm so sorry 😭)

Honkai characters when you cook/bake their favorite snack for them

March 7th:

•Shes overjoyed

•Lots of hugs and kisses

•Definitely takes a lot of pictures of you worked really hard on it

•probably decides she would love to bake/cook with you sometime

•From that point forward, you probably bake a lot of stuff

•She hits me as the type to not be a great chef, so it'll probably be you doing most of it... but she can be cute while trying to help... right...?

Dan Heng:

•Youre one of the only ones who can make him smile (+Stelle and march 7th and whoever else is in his backstory later in the game)

•He smiles when you see you've made his favorite snack

•Probably makes you something in return later, whatever your favorite snack is, but unlike you, he's way to embarrassed to give it directly to you

•Instead, he gets Stelle to give it to you (March can't be trusted with such a precious thing)

•Hes not the best chef, but he's certainly not the worst one either

•And when Stelle gives it to you, you immediately knows who its from

•He probably also leaves a cute little love note in it ♡

Bronya:

•no clue if this is lore accurate or not, but I feel like she absolutely loves cakes and pastries and stuff like that

•I feel like her fav would be cheesecake or som

•If you make her one, she'll have no clue what to say, but her red face will tell you everything you need to know

•Unlike March I feel like she would be kinda ok at baking, but sometimes subtly come up and ask for tips

•Sometimes, it ends up with you baking together, which ends up in throwing flower at each other and having the best night of their lives (Someone make a oneshot of and @ me in it this is so cute ahhhdowjkforkap)

•Ends in kisses and feeding each other, it's been so long since she's let loose and had fun... it was... nice...

[gojos-fr-bae]

Okay

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff. Cussing. Shouting. Levi is kinda ooc ig, not proofread

Word Count: 821

A/N: YOH, this was kinda draining to write. idk why but recently I've not been feeling my writing, I still hope you enjoy

(Requests open)

It had been almost an entire month since Levi did so much as speak to you. He had been cooped up in his office doing God knows what and you couldn’t help but feel neglected. Everytime you would bring for him a meal or cup of tea he wouldn’t even bother to look up from his work and you were sick of it.

“Levi, honey please, take even a small break.” you said in worry. No response.

“Levi, please stop ignoring me. I’m worried about you. You barely eat, you haven’t been sleeping and you’ve been completely ignoring me. Enough is enough.”

He was starting to get annoyed. Why couldn’t you just leave him be?

“Please Y/N, let me just do my work, you're only distracting me.” he said coldly, not looking up from whatever it was he was doing.

“Sweety, this isn’t healthy, It wouldn’t hurt to even take one break.”

“Y/N I beg of you-”

“No Levi, I’m not going to take no for an answer”

“Y/N ju-”

“No, I won’t allow you to sit here and watch you push yourself to the edge!”

“Stop interrup-”

“Levi I’m just trying to care for you and you but-”

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, SHUT UP YOU INSOLENT BITCH!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, standing up and slamming his hands down on the table.

“I AM TRYING TO DO MY JOB! THE JOB THAT ALLOWS YOU TO LIVE SO COMFORTABLY!  SO PLEASE JUST DO ME AND FAVOUR AND ALLOW ME TO DO MY WORK IN PEACE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING I’LL REGRET. I ALREADY REGRET YOU, IS THAT NOT ENOUGH?!?!”

Regret.

He regrets you huh? Well that fucking stings.

You could tell from his face that what he said just dawned on him and he was beginning to regret it. But then again, he also regrets you so what does it matter?

You stormed out of his office and made a beeline to your room. The one you shared with Levi in which you shared so many fond memories with. You no longer cared though, rushing to your bed and burying yourself in your blanket before releasing the floodgates. And so you cried, and cried and cried. 

Completely and utterly helpless.

***

He fucked up. He completely and undoubtedly fucked up. He knew that, and he was freaking out. But, rather than going after you and risking snapping at you. He just sat back down and went back to burying himself neck deep in his work, trying to block out the negative thoughts running rampant through his mind. But he couldn’t push the thoughts away forever. He was going crazy thinking about what happened and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He rushed off to your shared room and took a few calming breaths before entering. He made his way to your bedroom (ik I called it a room but it’s more like a mini house. Allow it.)

He stared at your disgruntled figure. Your face was just barely visible from under the blanket and he looked into your swollen eyes. He was so guilty he felt like he would throw up. He climbed onto the bed, getting under the sheets and wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you up against him.

“Y/N?” he whispered into your neck, but you just ignored him. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond.

“Sweetheart, I apologise…I lost myself and said things that I didn’t mean and I am truly sorry for that.” 

“I thought you regretted me..” you replied, voice cracking slightly.

“Darling, I didn’t mean a word of what I said. You are the light of my life, the reason I wake up each morning. It saddens me to think that I made you believe otherwise. I promise that if you give me a chance, I'll do anything to make it up to you.”

You heard what he was saying, and as much as what he said hurt, you still loved him more than anything. You didn’t want to let go, not just yet.

“Will we be okay?” Levi questioned, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Are you really sorry?”

“Deeply”

“Then yeah…we’ll be okay.”

“Thank you darling.”

“Uh huh” you said, turning to face him, “But if you making it up to me isn’t you saying sorry one thousand times, I love you four thousand times, and dinner, then I’m sorry but this won’t work. I also want flowers, breakfast in bed, and you have to do whatever I say for a month. Oh, and infinite kisses.”

“You’re really going to milk this aren’t you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you said you’ll do anything.” “And I will.”

“Good” you replied, smiling brightly and giving him a quick peck on his lips.

“Woman, you will be the death of me” he said before pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss. 

You’ll be okay

@porridgesblog , @giannitaa , @c0pkiller , @havens-not-here, @starlightanyaaa

© gojos-fr-bae

I Always mix up liar tags and normal tags, sry if that's the case rn.

[sirensea14]

My Bright Star

Kickin chicken x reader (part 1)

>>{Part 2 } , [part 3]

Summary: You're an orphan child from Playcare who came back to the factory 15 years later after you received a mysterious letter. (Time skip to chapter 3, around the caverns)

Warnings: fem!reader or gn reader? (Mostly afab reader, whatever you want it), a bit of fluff and angst, kickin's alive and a bit ooc (yeah ik he died cuz of pickypiggy and i hate her) so lets say hes alive here, mention of blood and torture, added a little bit of lines from DogDay's dialogue, not proofread so there may be typos and/or errors here lol

A/n: i dont know what im doing.... AAAAAAAAAAA!! I woke up imagining this scene and now I'm gonna write this out of my head.

"What is this place?" You gasped at the dark caverns in front of you. After escaping that horrendous teacher, you went into the next area, the caverns. With that, you picked up the orange grabpack hand and played a bit of the green bunny's dialogue. "Hoppy, hm? I still remember you..." you said in sad nostalgia. "JUUUUUUUUUUUU--" Hoppy screeched into your ears, earning you a snarl and covering your ears. "Geez, Hoppy! Ugh." You hissed while shooting the cutout with the flare gun.

You moved on to the next area. Ignoring the chill down from your spine, you stepped into the darkness. A loud flap of wings coming from the abyss bellowed in your ears. You gasped as a large creature of desaturated yellow appeared in front of you. In shock, you backed into a wall and sat in fear as the creature walks slowly to you. You held out your hand in a desperate attempt to protect yourself, "P-please... Someone... help..." You pleaded. At this moment, you didn't even think about the flare gun on your grabpack. All you wanted was to leave... You wished you didn't go into this hellhole.

The monster kneeled at your level and was staring at you as you looked away from it in terror. A glint of light caught its eyes. Its feathered wing touched your necklace, "No!" You grabbed the necklace in defiance, but the creature only glared at you that made you release it. "Please don't destroy it..." You cried, it was your only memory from Milo 15 years ago before you were adopted.

The monster gently held the locket with its finger. Its gaze fixed into the object. You closed your eyes in fear of it snatching it away, but it didn't. Your tensed face loosened up a bit as you saw it opened it, revealing a picture of a two children smiling in the picture. You looked at the creature with a sympathetic face, your mind was in a daze. As the monster stared at the picture, you took in the details of the beast.

'A yellow bird... star pendant... a zipper on its belly? Black hollow eyes and mouth... white iris... Scary, of course... just like the previous ones. But why is he looking at my picture of me and Milo?'

As if the bird heard your thoughts, it locked eyes on you, freezing you on the spot. "Kickin'... Chicken? You too...?" The monster continued to gaze at you. This continued for minutes until Kickin' grabbed the back of your head and touched your forehead with his.

"Y/... N..." His hoarse voice spoke. You blinked at his gesture. "Wh... Who are... you?"

Kickin's irises disappeared, his featheres hand still on the back of you head. "It's... me... remem... ber?"

"What?"

Kickin's face laced into worry. "Me... Me... Mi... lo... Remember?"

"Milo...? Wai-what-? I'm confused..." He dropped his hands from your head. He stood up groggily and held up his hand to you, "Let's... get out..." You grabbed his hand absent-mindedly, still thinking about how he was Milo. He carried you onto his back and flew through the caverns. Reaching the door leading to the Playhouse area, you grabbed the battery and activated the door. You looked back at Kickin' Chicken. Swallowing the lump in your throat you spoke to him, "Kicki--Milo, uhm," you struggled to find the right words. You looked up on him, seeing his piercing white eyes you looked down the floor again sweating bullets. "I... Thank you." I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you.

Kickin' nodded and simply left.

You looked at him dejectedly and turned to power on the grabpack hand processor. It opened the door and you looked up to the sign above the door. "Playhouse..." The place where you used to play with the other children. The place where...

"Okay, you're cute as fuck but sorry you gotta-" you fired the flare gun to a mini critter Pickypiggy. You sighed.

...the place where you and Milo used to play.

Memories crept up to your head as you fight through the mini critters crawling. Feeling dizzy from all the memories flowing through and the danger that lurks within the dark, you finally reached the staircase and went down.

"The swimming pool..." You remembered Milo showing off to you by diving into the pool. You chuckled at the trip down to memory lane. If only the Playhouse area was peaceful despite the dark, you would've stayed there for hours reminiscing the memories you used to have with the other orphans. Your face curled into a somber expression knowing that the employees here have been killed by these horrible monsters. You looked up to the door, walking as you hoped your fellow orphans did not follow the same fate. But hearing the other VHS tapes, and recently Kickin' Chicken, it might imply otherwise. You sniffled a cry, "Not here, not in this hellhole. I can't let my guard down." You hardened your expression as you approach the dungeon-like area.

Your expression was grim as you looked through the cells full of blood, darkness, claw marks, and toys. And...

"You... You're poppy's angel. Come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here..."

You put your hands to your mouth as shock came to you. Dogday was in a critical state. His body cut in half, chained up in a cell. Your words were lump in your throat. You tried to speak, "D-Dogday? What? Where are we? What is this place? Why a dungeon-look here?"

"You're in CatNap's home, angel. Their home. A million pairs of eyes are in you now. Watching, waiting, hungry." He breathed heavily.

"They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit--fill what feels empty inside themselves."

You felt a chill ran down your spine as the canine spoke the horrors of these monsters.

"That... thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics. These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate--and in return, they are fed." You couldn't imagine what horrors happened in those 10 years. All nothing but insanity...

"We tried to fight it, the prototype's control." Dogday continued, "I'm... The last of the Smiling Critters."

"But I saw Kickin' Chicke--"

"Listen to me, you have no much time. We can't lurk in this place for too long. You need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment, the-" the mini critters from earlier appeared from the two sides of DogDay's cell. You backed down in horror. You tried to fire them with your flare gun, they only hissed at you while crawling their way towards DogDay's open half.

"Oh no... OH NO! Leave me, please. Just go!...RUN! AAAUHHHGHHH!!" You stayed long enough to see a mini CatNap critter crawl into the dog's eye. You ran to the exit but to no avail, it was locked. You heard DogDay's chains rattle as he freed his way to chase you down. You fell from the weak floor and ran your way in the tunnels. Making through the slides, crawling through the cramped spaces--you saw a streak of yellow glide below to the Duck Ride. Due to the chase you are situated in right now, you only thought of it as one of the duck rides.

You went in to the slide, panicking, you changed the right grabpack hand multiple times as fear laced into your mind. DogDay was nearing you. His distance to you was deadly, you felt a slight drop as you stepped back. 'I'm trapped...' you thought to yourself.

Dogday pounced on you but a pair of talons grabbed the back of your shirt, lifting you up and dropping you to the elevator from the other side. The gate closed as you were dropped and heard Dogday's head bash into the metal as he screamed. "Ow. That hurts." You groaned, rubbing your bottom that crashed to the metal. You saw a pair of orange legs before you. You looked up to see Kickin's hollow grin gleaming at you. You looked away shyly with a small smile in your face. The bird simply tilted his head at you with amusement and slight confusion.

The elevator came to a stop. You and Kickin' stepped out of the lift, you played DogDay's cutout dialogues. You stepped away from it when he screamed for an agonizingly long time.

"I wonder if he's okay..." You thought loudly. "... Probably... Not. Ate... by critters..." Kickin' uttered. Upset, you two went down the slide.

You looked at Playcare with a frown, "Has it always been like this?" You gestured at the place. All bloodied mess. Why did they do this? How did they do it? What made them do this? Who turned them into monsters? These questions lingered in your mind. The phone rang. You answered. Of course it was Ollie. You listened to his line as you went back under the Smiling Critters' statue to retrieve the key for the Counselor's Office.

You went outside and made your way to the next location. "So CatNap's a kid huh. After 15 years? Just what happened?" You said, stressed out. You suddenly felt a wing which prompted you to stop in your tracks. Kickin's worry was etched in his grin. You calmed down a bit at his touch. Looking up you admit, "I... don't know if I can continue this. It's too damn much." Your heart was pounding crazy. Anxiety and fear crept up to your chest as you worry for what the truth was. But you continued to clung to a hope that most of the people here didn't end up in death.

Kickin' kneeled at your level, caressing your cheek. "I am here... Knock me down, and I'll only stand up again. Brush it off like dust. And say, 'What's next?' "

"What's the point in all of this?" You looked down. Kickin' made you look up to him by tapping under your chin. Once again, his white eerie irises disappeared imitating a blink. He placed his forehead on yours, "I've seen you. In the Playhouse. Running and crawling. You... survived DogDay. The little toys. I know you can do this." You sniffled a cry at the toy's words. A tear escaped your eye as the fake afternoon light shone down to the two of you, in serenity. You closed your eyes as you savor the moment of peace, a scent of ylang-ylang wavering its way to your nose.

In this moment, you remembered, Milo used to do this whenever you get nervous. Pressing his forehead onto you. Telling you encouraging words, lifting up your spirits. Sharing his Kickin' Chicken toy with you as he pulled its tail for it to release ylang-ylang scent.

You lightly blushed at this hit of memory, remembering the fact that you two were childhood sweethearts. But now, he was turned into a monster. A monster he wasn't meant to be.

"Hey! The Counselor's Office is over there~!" Ollie's voice pierced through the silence. "Oh right," you lightly chuckled at him, secretly annoyed that he destroyed your moment with Kickin'. His white irises were back, filled with worry. He pressed his wing to your cheek, you gently touched his wing. "I can do this. Don't worry." You softly smiled. Hearing this, his grin beamed a bit. "I'll be waiting." He voiced out with a hint of sadness. But before he could stand up, you immediately grabbed his face and pecked his upper beak. Thrown back by this action, he stumbled standing.

"Bye! And don't worry, I'll come back alive."

His eyes still with surprise, followed you as you went to the Counselor's Office.

"Come back... alive."

A/n: IMSONORMALABOUTHIM, SHET KINIKILIG AKO (TL: shit im having butterflies in my stomach-) im sorry, i couldn't resist doing this, i just LOVE him sm yknow? Anyway ik no one would be reading this but i made it anyway--

[indicafaeries]

omg the idea of knoxville with a crush on reader who is just so much cooler than he is won’t leave my head. like he doesn’t even know what to do bc they’re always down to do any stunt and everyone always wants to be around them and talks ab how cool she is. i’m thinking she’s probably an og jackass member maybe she grew up with bam and ryan (she obv skates too). i so desperately need him knocked down a few pegs when he realizes the whole co guy act doesn’t work on her. anyways im just yapping now. literallyNy fic genre (fluff/smut hurt/comfort) idc i just need it😭

omggggg i loved this i struggled thinking of stunts and stuff but i hope this is okay!! thank you for the request bff🤭

dude you’re johnny fucking knoxville, be cool

johnny knoxville x cool gn!reader

warnings: dangerous stunts, swearing, alcohol, weed, maybe a little ooc behaviour and slightly suggestive talk 😋

johnnys in love with you cause you’re 20x cooler than him

fluff w a bit of suggestive themes

a/n: sorry this took me a hot sec to write i was going between my grandparents home and my own, also ik johnny can skateboard, just imagine he sucks a little. and with that on with the fic

you sat in the shopping cart, laughing hysterically, you had just been launched through a department store window in one playing the harmonica, johnny was standing near the window, having no prior knowledge of your stunt. “y/n oh my god, where did you come from what? are you okay?” he asks laughing, despite being caught so off guard by your insane entrance. “yeah dude that was nothing, like seriously, you should’ve seen your face though” you say laughing harder, taking his hand as he helps you out of the cart, butterflies flittering in your stomach as his hand grips your waist to help you out. johnny on the other hand was trying not to go red as his hand held yours and his other hand brushed your waist, wondering how you could be so effortlessly pretty and calm after doing a stunt like that.

the two of you walked out of the store, making a quick escape, leaving the mess for Jeff to clean up. he grinned at you “I gotta hand it to you cool cat, that was kinda badass, I certainly wasn't expecting that” you just laughed “yeah yeah I know” you had a cocky smile on your face as you got back to where you n the guys were staying. you'd been doing jackass for almost year now and fuck was it fun, being an og member was the best, people looked up to you and thought you were insane, which wasn't surprising with the stunts you did. you see, the stunts you did were the craziest ones that pretty much no one wanted to do or backed out of, that was like pretty much everyone but Johnny, he was almost as crazy as you were, but everyone knew the only reason he didn't back out was to try and be as cool as you . Johnny secretly really looked up to you and thought you were so cool and daring to do the stunts you did, especially at your age. you were the same age as Ryan and went to school with him and bam, they were your best friends.

“soooo y/n, how did it go, did he fall head over heels?” bam teases as Ryan laughs and joins in “yeah did he cum in his pants when he saw you soar through the air in a shopping cart” “shut up” you say feeling the heat rise to your face, “I'm tellin ya y/n he wants you so bad it isn't even funny anymore” Ryan says taking a swig of his beer, finishing it off “Ryans got a point yk” bam grins. “yeah whatever let’s just hit the skatepark, we won’t have time before the stunt tomorrow” you say stretching while getting up, your HIM skateboard slung under your arm.

johnny, whos sitting watching you with steve-o by his side, admires the way your shirt rises ever so slightly when you stretch, and the way your black sunglasses sit on your face making you look so cool. “fuck i wish i knew what the fuck they’re all talking about” johnny mumbles trying to make out what you, bam and dunn were talking about as you all headed off, “dude if you think they’re so cool, which we all know they are, ask em out, they clearly like you” steve-o chimes in, while munchin down on a sandwich, “i don’t know man, i mean be so real they’re actually cooler than me how am i supposed to even like charm them” johnny replies, making steve-o shake his head “dude you’re johnny fuckin knoxville, be cool” which gave johnny an idea.

you, bam and dunn were all messing around at the skatepark, dipping into the bowl and grinding on the rails. your speakers were blaring HIM as bam sang along poorly and dunn was hyping him up, you sat there shaking your head, with a fresh joint in your hands. you loved the skate park at this time, the warmth from the setting sun and the way its orange glow blanketed the smooth concrete, the lack of people frequenting the park, the soft evening breeze that blew through, as you were admiring all this you noticed a certain familiar tall figure skating towards you, your eyes widened when you realised it was Johnny, and he was headed for the advanced bowl, you found yourself walking towards it curiously, taking a drag of the joint as you sat on the bench next to it, the earthy taste lingering in your mouth, as the smoke danced around you and the weed filled your senses.

you sat there wondering what he was planning since you knew he wasn't the best skater, like sure he knew how to and he wasn't half bad, but he wasn't nearly as good as you or bam, and he certainly wasn't advanced enough for this bowl. now this bowl was similar to most except it was sideways so you could skate up it like a wall. he said nothing but shot you a cocky grin before attempting the advanced bowl, he was going surprisingly well, well that’s what you were thinking till you saw he skate too far up into the wall of the bowl and slip and fall of the skateboard, the board falling next to his head after he hit the ground hard.

you make your way over to him, not able to help yourself from laughing, before you could even ask if he was okay he looks up at you, the remnants of a cocky grin still gracing his face despite the fall, he says “what did you think of that cool cat? personally for my first try at that i’d say i looked pretty cool” you can’t help but laugh at him wiping tears from your face taking a drag from your joint “in your dreams cowboy” you chuckle offering him a hand up and a drag from your joint, though instead of taking it from your hand he just leans down his soft lips against your fingers as he takes a drag from it while you’re holding it. you smile secretly a little flustered from his actions as he blows a smoke cloud around you. “seriously? you didn’t think that was cool?” he asked, you raised an eyebrow at him “you’re gonna have to do more than that to impress me pj” you chime finishing off your joint, feeling the weed haze over your senses. you chuck the butt on the ground stomping it out as dunn and bam spot you guys, walking over to you with mischievous grins on their faces.

“falling for y/n huh?” Ryan teases making everyone laugh, you and bam share a looks before skating over to the bowl “we’ll show ya how its done Knoxville” bam says confidently, before to two of you shred it with ease going up and around the bowl, Johnny unable to tear his eyes off you in awe. as the night settles in the four of you walk back to the hotel, bam and Ryan disappearing once you got there leaving you and Johnny alone, you wondered if bam and dunn did this on purpose, they did. you both decide to go to the hotel bar before bed, the sickly scent of alcohol filling your senses as you walked inside. you looked around taking in the sight of the big bar area, noticing weeman, Preston and Chris in the corner causing a ruckus, you led Johnny over to a quieter spot at the bar taking a seat. drinks began flowing and conversation came on naturally, you can’t help but notice the way Johnny looks at you, the twinkle in his eyes to the smile on his face, maybe it was just the alcohol but he looked genuinely head over heels for you, bam and dunns words from earlier about his little crush swirling in your head.

you could feel the liquor raising your already high confidence deciding to challenge him to a little game. “hey Johnny I bet I could finish these shots quicker than you” you grin knowing very well you could “oh? and what do I get if I win doll?” he asks with a noticeable glint in his eyes “ill be your bitch, but if I win I get to make you my bitch” you were testing him now, the alcohol giving you the push you needed to do this, testing to see if he really did have feeling for you, Johnny was completely surprised you said that, it was obvious from his expression, that doesn't mean he didn't love the idea, “alright, you're on y/n” he lips quirked up into a smirk. you counted down before downing the shots, Johnny moved surprisingly fast like he wanted to win, but not as fast as you. you finish the last shot, fiery whiskey warming your insides as you put the shot glass on the table, Johnny just finishing his off.

“get fucked cowboy, I win” you cheer triumphantly, Johnny looks at you, a look of anticipation in his eyes, “I certainly hope I get fucked” he can't help but mumble out staring at you through those fuck me eyes he does so well. “oh just you wait Johnny, ive been wanting to do this for a while” you smirk looking up at him, bringing your face close to his. “sure its not as long's ive been dreaming about you cool cat” his breath is warm against your face as he leans down, your faces barely an inch apart, you bring your lips to his, your hands wrapping around his neck as one of his hands grips your hair, to other eagerly snaking around your waist, he tasted of whiskey and cigarettes, the kiss made the bar melt away around you. Johnny pulled away for a moment catching his breath as he rests his forehead against yours, “that was better than anything I could've imagined and trust me Ive been imagining, be mine y/n?” Johnny said softly against your lips “with pleasure Johnny, now lets take this upstairs” you smile, beet red and completely in love, “lets.”

[jackson-selene-andres]

Intro post

It’s Jackson! Selene, and Andrés, and I made us a tumblr blog!

Me and Andrés are literally some of the most wanted criminals how is this a good idea

Sh niñita, let’s just see how this goes

Yeah Selene

Fuck you

Ok so, I’m Jackson, you might know me better as (tbd) since that’s my “superhero name.” I’m the hero of my city, and I do superhero things, I guess. I’m 25 years old, I’m white, I’m gay, I’m autistic, I have ptsd I think, and I have sectoral heterochromia (one of my eyes is green and the other is green and brown)(it’s my left eye)(well my right, but if you’re looking at me it’s the left).

This is pretty close to what I look like

That picture-

Faceclaim, it’s not actually me

That “fAcEcLaIm” or whatever the fuck it is does you no justice. You’re way hotter than that

:3

WHY. NOT ON THE BLOG TOO. STOP FLIRTING WITH HIM!

nah

Alrighty, well I’m Selene, but you’ll probably recognize the name Creciente de la Noche, that’s my “villain” name. Or you might know La Luna better, people have started calling me that, for some unknown reason.

Probably because it rolls off the tongue better than “Crescent of the night”

You’re trying to tell me that that’s worse than just straight up being called “The Moon”

yes?

Shut the fuck up

Play nice

Fine

Anyways, I’m 16, I’m Jamaican, I’m pan, I have adhd, also ptsd, and I’m an orphan. Well Andrès adopted me so he’s my dad now. No, we are not biological related, That’d be fucked up seeing as I’m 16 and he’s only 28

Here’s something similar to what I look like

You’re prettier than that

He’s right

thank you :3

Hey, I’m Andrés, I’m a semi-retired villain who goes by (tbd). Instead of being full time I only do crime during manic episodes, which are becoming rarer now that my bipolar meds are getting better.

I’m okay with you doing crime as long as it’s only during manic episodes

thank you, mi vida

I’m going to kill myself

NO KILLING YOURSELF

Ahem, anyways, I’m 28, I’m Mexican (he’s Maya but he says Mexican most of the time to avoid being lectured on ancient civilizations), I’m gay, I’m bipolar, I probably have ptsd, I’m blind in my left eye (so if you’re looking at me it’s the one on your right) due to a scar from fighting as a villain, and I am the adopter of Selene.

Here’s kinda what I look like

YOU LOOK LIKE A GYM BRO

SHUT!

lmao

ooc

hey!!!!!!! It’s @daonedaonlyskh and these are some of my original characters from a novel idea of mine!!!!!

if you want me to talk about any of their lore, just ask! I’d love to talk about them ooc with anyone who’s interested!!!

PLEASE BRING YOUR OCS HERE TO INTERACT. IK IM VERY ACTIVE IN THE PJO RP COMMUNITY SO IF YOU WANNA BRING YOUR PJO OCS OVER HERE THATS COOL!!!!! IN FACT I ENCOURAGE IT!!!!!! OR ANY OCS!!!!! OR CANON CHARACTERS OF ANY FANDOM!!!!! IDC I JUST WANT INTERACTIONS!!!!!

I will actively be doing lots and lots of research to accurately represent my characters, since a lot of them are very different from me and anyone I’ve ever known irl. I want to make sure I portray my characters cultures, mental health, neurodivergence, and sexualities properly! If I fuck anything up, please please please tell me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways this blog will probably touch on dark themes, and I will do my very best to tag any triggers, but just as an fyi, there will probably be dark themes here

ic tags:

J.A.S is here! - all three

Jackson’s here! - Jackson

It’s Selene - Selene

Hey Andrés here - Andrés

ooc tag - mod speaks

All images are from Pinterest and the dividers are from @/isisjupiter here on tumblr!

[ryder-writes]

A Small Road Trip Stop- Tate Frost x GN!Reader

CW: Tate Frost ooc? Ive never played the game so uhh sorry if he is, blood, dirty thoughts

A/n: As I said above, I have never played this game, so if some details are not canon, I'm sorry. Feel free to let me know so I can fix it :]! (Also Jowey ik you're reading this, you're welcome /j)

WC: 1.2k

You walked toward the light source, clutching your coat to your body. There was a snowstorm outside, which you were forced to walk through to reach what looked like the only store around. It was a really small town, surrounded by woods and very off-grid, in your opinion. You were simply driving through, on your way to see family. It was nearing the holiday season, and you had (somehow) gotten a month off.

Although, your family lived a bit away so you had decided to take a little road trip. 

You walked up toward the store and opened the door. The warmth flooded your body, and you sighed contently. You walked in, noticing a man at the checkout. He was wearing a black polo and green jacket, his name tag halfway hidden behind it. His short hair was dirty blonde, and frayed in different directions. It looked messy, but like he at least tried to style it. He didn’t even look at you, his tired eyes looking at a magazine or book of some kind.

You walked away and went to find some dinner, and some drinks/snacks for the next day. You wandered the store, noticing how it sold a lot more than just food. On the side wall, you found a cooler full of drinks. You grabbed two water bottles and a bottle/can of (favorite drink here). They were put down in your basket that you had picked up as you continued to shop. Each row had something that caught your eye, but nothing caught your eye more than the meat section. Standing there, behind the desk, was a man. But oh, was he attractive. He was big, and had prominent tan lines that showed thanks to his black tank top. His hair was tied back into a ponytail, besides the two white strands on the side of his head. You were honestly surprised it didn’t seem to bother him while working. His hair was mostly a mix of brown, however, the white and a some grey were striped in as well. It was voluminous and looked very fluffy. You wanted to run your hands through it. His face was focused as he worked, his purple eyes staring and fluffy brows furrowing. His goatee? Beard? You really didn’t know what to call it, but mixed with his sideburns it increased his attractiveness. If that was even possible. He finished whatever he was doing (you were too busy admiring him to care or notice what exactly). He wiped his calloused hands on his apron. The apron was covered in blood, but that was to be expected considering his place in the store and meat in the counter in front of him. As he moved, you noticed the tattoos on his arms; some cards and a wolf.

"Do you need help with somthin'? I can feel ya staring."

You jumped at the sudden voice, eyes snapping over to him. He chuckles. Your face immediately starts turning red as the blush creeped up your face. You had dropped your basket in embarrassment, the contents spilling onto the floor. You gasped in surprise and bent down to pick it up. You wished you would disappear. Why couldn't you have embarressed yourself in front of that tired cashier?! You were to caught up in your embarrassment and annoyance at yourself to notice him. He bent down next to you and started to help you pick up.

"Oh, you don’t have to do that!" You scrambled, snapping out of your trance and starting to pick up the items.

"It's fine. I wasn’t doin' anythin' anyway." He shrugs. You make the mistake of looking up at him. Good lord. He was a lot bigger up close, and his chest… His chest was huge. Your eyes flick down to his titties. You wanted to squeeze them so bad. Same with his stomach, which hung a little bit over his apron. Your blushed deepened, if that was even possible. You shoved the rest of your items back into your basket and stood up, begging your shaky legs to cooperate. He stood up as well, towering over you.

"Name's Tate, by the way." He extended his hand for you to shake.

"I'm Y/n." You say, shaking his hand. It was so warm and big. You wondered what it would feel like wrapped around your-

"Whatcha doing all the way out here?" He asks, crossing his arms.

"I'm on my way to visit family and I just wanted to pick up some things." You answer honestly. For some reason, you didn’t feel threatened by him despite his size and stature.

"Ah, okay. Where you from, Sha?" He looks interested in you- or your story. Most likely your story.

"Not too far from here, I just started driving yesterday." He looked you up and down. "And, uhm, 'sha'?" You were visibly confused.

"Consider it a term of endearment." He smirked. Oh, you wanted this man. He took a step closer to you. "You stayin' for long?"

"No, just for tonight." He tsked.

"Shame, I would like to get to know you better." He leaned down so your face was an inch from his. You could feel his warm breath on your lips. You were sure you looked so stupid, face flushed and eyes wide. He chuckled.

"Cute." Your brain stopped working. He thought you were cute? And his face was so close; you could feel his warmth. You somehow felt at ease. "You got somewhere ta stay?" He asked, snapping you out of our trance.

"Oh no, I was just gonna sleep in my car." He hummed.

"I'd be happy to let ya stay over at my place" He offered. "Make sure ya stay warm n' safe." Were you dreaming? You had to be dreaming. Now, you knew that staying at a stranger's place was a bad idea. But he was so warm… and he just felt down to earth and safe. You imagined how safe you would feel in his arms. But you didn’t want to be rude. It seemed as though he could read your thoughts. "Don’t worry, your not intrudin' or anythin'" He assured. You exhaled.

"That might be nice, yeah." You admitted. He smiled.

"Great," He looked at the clock on the wall. "My shift ends in 30 minutes."

You followed him to the back and talked for the rest of his shift, as no on else came into the store. As he went into the back to grab his stuff, you walked toward the front and paid for your stuff. The cashier didn’t say much, just reading your total off the screen. You didn’t mind, though. You figured he was exhausted and knowing you were going home with Tate kept you from judging. You met up with Tate by the doors and walked out as we waved the cashier goodbye.

-

After following Tate to his place, he helped you carry some stuff inside. He lived in a trailer, and it was decorated with antlers and an 'X' made out of axes on the wall. It was colder than you expected inside, but from the amount of warmth that he gave off you weren't necessarily surprised. He put your stuff down before locking the door behind you.

"So, Sha, ya want somthin' to eat?" He smirked, a mischievous glare in his eyes. You gulped. Maybe you had made a mistake.

A/n Pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As someone who simps for Tate myself, this was fun to write. If u also like Pokémon/MHA, here is my masterlist (no pressure to read anything ofc)

[anisespice]

“ so what? ” || tokyo rev. pt. 3

                            “ boy, I know you miss me, so what? ”

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] 

synopsis: he wanted to be a two-timer; you got his ass back, times two. 

pairing: college!mitsuya x gn!reader

word count: 1,742 

warnings: mature language, cheating, a little ooc(?) bc ik this stylish single father would NEVER.

notes: this one was the longest compared to the other two whew. it seems that mitzy had my creative juices flowing, as he should. unfortunately, had to make him a scrub lol 

Manipulate, Mansplain, MITSUYA.

You weren’t sure what made you want to surprise him at the art building. Maybe it’s because it was on the way when you left the library, or the fact that you hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks due to finals. Hell, it might’ve been both. But one thing was for certain, when you trotted down the long hallway and made a hard left, your boyfriend wasn’t the only one in for a surprise.

Coming to a halt at the studio entrance you instantly saw him and went to call his name, but noticed he wasn’t alone. Students normally used the space after class hours, with permission from the professor, to spend a little extra time on their individual pieces—Mitsuya being one of them. Sometimes, he’d even be the only one left. Well, imagine your confusion when you see your darling boyfriend conversing with the one person he supposedly couldn’t stand being around, without getting the urge to sew his ears shut. His phrasing, not yours.

Now, that’s not to say he couldn’t be cordial, no matter whatever creative differences there may be. Your boyfriend was always polite and according to him, this person wasn’t. Yet, as you watched them from afar one can’t help but notice they seemed to be getting along just fine for people who apparently never do. Again, his words.

So what’s changed?, you wondered. It had only been two weeks.

“Would’ya mind handing me that fabric over there?” Mitsuya pointed, the person responding with a grin.

“You got it.”

You disappeared around the corner before either of them spotted you. A little perplexed, you didn’t know if you should leave and act like you were never there, or stick around. It’s not like they’re doing anything wrong. Perhaps, you were just overthinking things. Everyone’s allowed to change their opinions about a person they might’ve misjudged, plus it’s been a minute since you’ve talked…maybe in that time Mitsuya developed a friendly relationship with his rival.

Yeah, that sounds right.

“So, uh…Have you thought about what we discussed the other night?”

A question mark formed at the top of your head; the other night? They’d been hanging out together? You stretched your ear to get a better listen, but stayed behind the corner in fear of being seen. Mitsuya heavily sighed.

“Yeah. I have thought about it...”

Silence filled the air, aside from the occasional murmur from the other students still around. You wracked your brain to understand the context behind the sudden change in the atmosphere, picking up on the tension even from behind a wall. You heard the person sigh as well, “But?”

“…It’s complicated.” Mitsuya said.

They scoffed, “Complicated? Really? You can’t keep avoiding this forever, they’re gonna find out eventually-”

“Will you keep your voice down?” he hissed. Your eyes widened a fraction, he sounded so worked up. You tried to keep from jumping to any conclusions, there had to be an explanation for this. You don’t even know if it’s you they’re talking about.

Yeah, that sounds right.

“Relax, it’s not like they’re here. What’s the matter, afraid [_____]’s already on to you or something?” The person said, Mitsuya no doubt shaking his head in response.

Well. So much for the benefit of the doubt. Your palms began to sweat as you gnawed on your lower lip. You didn’t want to assume the worst, but…he wasn't exactly making it easy—Especially not with the next few things he revealed.

“They’re not. I made sure of it.”

“Oh, right, because you told them you couldn’t stand me and how I made you wanna ‘sew your ears shut’. Mhm, yeah, exactly how much longer d’you think they’ll buy that, huh?”

“They’ve been buying it for the whole semester. What’s a little longer gonna hurt?” He chuckled, sardonically.

You couldn’t believe your ears, thoughts moving a million miles an hour, your entire perception had been completely knocked off its axis; they don’t hate each other. More importantly, they never did.

“Takashi. I don’t want to keep sharing you with someone else. It was fun sneaking around for a while, but I want us to be the real deal. Either you tell [_____] the truth…or I will.”

This wasn’t happening. This cannot be happening. Nearly half a year spent with someone who was never fully yours, and the entire time it was with the very person he told you he despised…you could just vomit. How in the fresh hell did you end up entangled in this whole ‘enemies-to-lovers’ schtick? The fact that it went on for this long was bad enough, nothing could’ve possibly made this worse.

“Oh, hi [_____]. Here to see Mitsuya?”

You felt your heart plummet to your ass. Nearly jumping out of your skin, your gaze met one of the student’s as they left the classroom—Yuzuha, you think her name was. From around the corner, you heard the sound of literal pins hit the floor. It was uncomfortably quiet, aside from the various other students who had no idea of the storm brewing just outside the door; what you’d give to be blissfully unaware like them. At least you would’ve felt a lot better compared to now.

Yuzuha raised a brow, concerned. She placed a hand on your shoulder. “You okay? Y’look like you’re gonna explode…”

Before you could even fathom a response, Mitsuya came out of the classroom himself. He tried to mask his panic, but you could see it written all over his face. Your soon-to-be-ex gulped, expression straining into faux delight as he slipped into his role of the doting boyfriend. Clearly he wasn’t sure how much you had heard, playing it safe just in case he was still in the clear.

Bastard. You wanted to rip his head clean off.

“Babe! What a surprise, uh, what are you doing here? You didn’t tell me you were dropping by.” His voice trembled ever so slightly, you almost missed it. It was impressive how dedicated he was to the charade, you’d applaud him if you weren’t so busy planning his funeral in your head.

And unfortunately for him, Yuzuha brought the coffin.

“Since when does your s/o need a reason to see you?” she asked, Mitsuya instantly sweat-dropped.

“No, that’s-!…That’s not what I meant. We’ve both just been swamped with finals, and I don’t like them traveling alone on this side of campus when it’s late, that’s all. Usually they’d let me know so I’d meet them halfway…” He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his. Come to think of it, he even did it whenever he talked about…

Oh.

In that moment of realization, all you could do was laugh. So much so, that you had to use the wall behind you to keep you standing. The duo surrounding you watched in puzzlement, slightly put off by your sudden switch. Then, to add insult to injury, the person your boyfriend ‘hated’ came around the corner, curiosity getting the best of them.

“What’s going on?” They feigned innocence.

That sent you into full blown hysterics as you slid down the wall, your tears mirroring the action as they fell down your face until you eventually hit the ground; you began to sob. Everyone else in the classroom finally grew silent themselves, all trailing out and peeking their heads around the corner to watch the drama unfold.

“[_____]? [_]-[____]!” Mitusya called out to you in alarm, swiftly crouching down to your level. It wasn’t long before he noticed your tears, thinking you were having a nervous breakdown over stress, or something. Had it crossed it mind that he was the cause? You couldn’t tell. And frankly, you didn’t care.

Even after you confronted him later, and he still tried to convince you that you had it all wrong, you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your boyfriend had been cheating on you with someone you never would’ve suspected because he made it so that you were none the wiser, and everything about your relationship had been a lie. What else was there to say?

That was a year ago.

The next time you crossed paths, he’d been hanging with his friends. Used to be your friends as well, but you’ve found yourself running with a different crowd nowadays. He noticed you first, and you noticed his side piece was nowhere in sight. The yearning behind his stare paired with a smile full of regret told you a story—One that clearly didn’t have a happy ending. A small part of you pitied the designer, but the rest of you pointed and laughed. He tried to have his cake and eat it, too; not your fault he dropped the whole damn thing.

When Mitsuya waved, to his surprise you waved back...until he realized too late that you weren’t waving at him. His friends suddenly grew mute, immediately putting him on edge. It didn’t dawn on him until the approaching shadows in his peripheral swaggered passed him as to why that was.

“Mitsuya.” Ran greeted, oily grin thrown over his shoulder as he barely acknowledged the fashion major. The other one wasn’t too far behind, sporting a bored expression until he grinned as well, mockingly. Mitsuya scowled, his friends also expressing their distaste with threats and jeers thrown at the brothers’ backs.

Rindou merely scoffed, shaking his head. “What a fucking joke.”

Mitsuya watched in horror as you smiled at those scumbags. He couldn’t believe his eyes, how could you involve yourself with the likes of them? The designer abruptly stood—He had to say something, anything to get you out of their sights.

But when they each wrapped an arm around you, Ran on your left and Rindou on your right, he choked on his words. No. No.

You knew about the everlasting feud between his gang and the Haitanis, one might call it poetic justice that you rebounded with not one, but both of them. As you threw Mitsuya a smug grin, and watched him fail to pretend he was disinterested as you’re whisked away by two people he had genuine hatred for, you could only think of one thing.

He pretended for a whole semester. What’s a little longer gonna hurt?

© 2022-2023 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

[dreamkidddream]

I don’t think I’ve ever written for Toji before, so I’m kinda excited!! Plus I haven’t written in a few days so…forgive me 🫣 (ik this could be OOC but I wanted to write something soft 😭) reader is gender neutral!

CW: minor suggestiveness (it’s a blink and you miss it moment but still wanted to put a warning!)

Toji has never been the one to come off as gentle.

His appearance has always came off as gruff- rugged, rough around the edges, everything the complete opposite of gentle. From how aggressive his jade gaze could be down to his calloused hands, Toji has never came off as someone tender. He was only known for the beast that he can be- how inhumane he can get.

But those thoughts would fade away whenever his hands would softly graze over your form and hold you in the late hours of the night, even if he was gone by morning.

Even as your eyes traced over his features in the darkness, he looked relaxed, at peace- a look that you’ve rarely seen on him.

“You plan on goin’ to sleep anytime soon?”

You choked on your spit and tried to play off your embarrassment with a cough, but you weren’t fooling anyone. “Why are you still awake?”

His husky chuckle filled the air, and it brought a wave of warmth to you. “I should be asking you that.”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You answered somewhat honestly- you weren’t going to say that you were too busy admiring you, it would do nothing but bring more teasing and inflate his ego even further (even if it was the truth).

“I could help with that.” You felt his fingers ghost over your stomach, jumping from how cool his touch was on your skin.

“No thank you.” You squeaked out, placing your own hand over his. While his offer was very tempting and you knew he could deliver on it, it wasn’t what was on your mind tonight.

Toji wasn’t a tender person- you knew that, it wasn’t a secret before you got together. You were used to his teasing and smirks that he would shoot you to get riled up. But you also knew that he was a man of his word, and that his actions would speak to that.

“Toji”, his name fell from your lips softly. You wanted to bury your face in his chest and hide away from the world, but you needed to ask this.

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

It wasn’t in his nature to be delicate- that much was obvious- so you shouldn’t be surprised when he only comes to keep you company at night and be gone by sunrise. You thought you already accepted it, but the pang in your chest stung when you would see the side next to you empty.

You swallowed the ball in your throat when you didn’t get an answer right away, and the pain you felt before only grew. You tried to shift your body from his and parted your lips to apologize when you were pulled back.

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

Being pressed up against him always left you flustered, but in this sense, you felt like your heart was about to burst.

Your nose brushed against Toji’s, his hold on you tight. His emerald eyes held seriousness and a hint of emotion swirling inside that you haven’t seen before- but one that put your worries at ease.

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” The scar on his face crinkled as he gave a crooked grin. His lips ghosted over your own, “Guess you do need me to go to sleep, huh?”

“Whatever Toji.” You pushed his chest, feeling it rumbled as he chuckled. He grabbed at your wrist and pulled you into a deep kiss.

Toji’s lips were chapped, but no matter how many times you’ve kissed, it would always leave you breathless.

While others believed that Toji wasn’t a gentle person (in which you can’t blame them), you couldn’t help but feel lucky to get a glimpse of a different side to him.

To see a side that he reserved for you.

[beware-of-eels]

Rajbow AU where Bowie and Emma go ice skating during free skate hours at the rink Raj and Wayne work part time to help cover hockey costs

except instead of being bad at it, Bowie fully knowing how to skate- instead faking a minor (graceful) fall so that the cute rink employee with the eyebrows comes over to help him up and check on him. And maybe get his number

Got carried away thinking about this in detail so if you want the longer babbly almost-a-fic version it's under the cut lmao

[disclaimer: everything ik abt ice rinks is from going to the one at the mall like. maybe three times in my life bdbsbnxnd. I live in Texas] [i've also literally never written fanfic and so am not much of a writer but this kind of possessed me when i was bored at work so if the dialogue is bad or ooc and the tense is all off.... no its not lmao]

Anyways - Emma's decided she's going to invest in hobbies that she DIDN'T share with chase, something completely separate and away from him -- chase thinks its to impress him bc of course he does. someone send this boy to detention--and drags Bowie along "so she's not alone, obviously"

good friend that he is, Bowie goes with, and especially bc Bowie DOES know how to skate - pretty well actually. he's no figure skater/hockey player/etc, but if Bowies going to do anything in public he's going to do it well. he can make his way around the rink with ease, manage a little fancy footwork when he wants to, enough to pull a minor trick out of his hat. besides, what's the point of doing something if you can't show off a little bit? never hurts to catch someone's eye, or establish yourself to your peers as someone who knows what they're doing -- and really, Bowie's counting on his reputation to ensure those prom votes.

what Bowie didn't count on was the cute hockey boy that was handing off skate rentals to blush and stammer so sweetly when he flirted with him for the hell of it. and he really didn't count on said cute hockey boy having a shift change and heading onto the rink to fill in as ice monitor pretty soon after he and Emma start skating. Even in the flourescent lighting the boy is cute, and it doesn't take a genius to see how hockey has bulked him up - and he really was so endearing when he was flustered- so Bowie figures why not try his hand at a little more fun. And really, what better way to shoot his shot than to fake needing a little extra help from a buff hockey player?

Naturally Wayne and Raj work their stations together - their manager had tried to separate them once and was QUICK to never make that mistake again - so when they've switched out with their coworkers handling skate rentals, they're immediately out on the ice together, as loud and rambunctious as they can get away with without reprimand

if Raj is a little (not-so) secretly excited to maybe see the cute boy that winked at him earlier - Yknow, bc it made him feel excited! ...whatever that meant - then that's between him, Wayne, and the hockey gods. otherwise hes just pumped to be on the ice with his best bud. They're making their rounds, keeping an eye out for anything dangerous or against the rules that they might have to intervene, and otherwise yelling hockey metaphors and mutual encouragement as loudly as they can get away with

and right when Wayne has to slip away to separate a couple of kids trying to trip eachother, Bowie decides to makes his move

He gives emma the heads up that he's gonna slow down and try something, and does his best to fall as gracefully as he can - maintaining the look of competence is still important after all - while still doing so loud enough to garner the cute hockey boy's - Rajie?- attention. He sits on the ice a second longer than he strictly necessary, and by the time he's ready to stand back up Raj is there holding out a steady hand, bushy eyebrows pulled together in concern.

"oh my god are you okay - here I'll help you up" He looks so worried for a moment that Bowie almost feels bad for lying. Almost.

"well i'm much better now" Bowie throws the boy another wink, earning him the exact flustered face Raj had responded with before. Forget subtlety if that's the reaction he was going to get by being forward, "but I do think my ankle could use a little TLC - care to help me get somewhere to sit down?

"Uh yes! Yes of course, thats. thats what I'm here for!" Raj can feel his face heating up as he stammers under the gaze of the boy in front of him "I'm Raj, uh by the way"

And isn't he just too cute "I'm Bowie, it's nice to meet you"

Raj quickly signals to Wayne the general situation, and then solidifies himself into position to help Bowie up without falling himself. after that it doesn't take too much finagling to get bowie back up to his feet and leaning heavily on raj's shoulder and the two of them start to slowly make their way back off of the rink. Bowie can't help but smile a bit- he was absolutely right about Raj being buff, and he couldn't wait to see what else he had in store.

Raj, nervous about having a cute boy so close to him suddenly, does what he does best - fall into Hockey talk - or in this case, hockey adjacent. Hockey could be a dangerous sport - he'd helped teammates with ankle sprains plenty of times! It would probably help Bowie feel better to know that Raj has this handled "We'll have to check which part of your ankle hurts once we sit you down - just to make sure it's not a fracture. You can lean on me more if you need! its uh, you don't want to put too much pressure on it until we can take a look at it. I should have some extra stuff in my bag to wrap it up if its a sprain, and then I can see if we still have ice packs in the first aid kit! Hopefully it's just a sprain, but dont worry if it's worse I'll still make sure you're okay! When me and wayne - that's my buddy - were kids, I fractured my arm pretty bad at practic-"

Bowie had seen already that Raj was a little nervous talking to him, if plenty enthusiastic. But the sweetness of his scramble to comfort Bowie for an injury that hadn't even occured - not that he had to know that - was invigorating none the less. There was a genuineness to the boy that was refreshing, and he was sure if he was actually hurt, he would be feeling calmed and comforted by his babbling. If not for the talk about first aid, then for the earnestness in Raj's telling of his own past injuries on the ice.

Raj doesn't realize he's still talking until he's helping Bowie sit down on a bench outside near the skate rental area. "oh sorry if that was too much - I'm gonna go get the first aid kit then I'll be right back!"

He walked off quickly, glad for the chance to take a breather, and keep his head from being clouded by sharp eyes and quit witted flirting. Not to mention the bold choice of Bowie to wear a crop top to go ice skating. It certainly did look nice on him

Once Raj returns, he leans down and carefully begins checking Bowies ankle for anything serious - slowly pressing on the skin and rotating the foot to gauge maneuverability. Satisfied with Bowie's assessment that the pain wasn't too bad, he got to work wrapping his foot - Raj wasn't going to let shoddy first aid exacerbate the problem.

Looking down at the hockey player in front of him, Bowie gets to work on his own interests. "Thank you for all your help - usually I consider myself a pretty good skater, but oh well. I guess one person can't be fantastic at everything all the time," he punctuated with a large sigh, wiggling his toes when Raj motions for him to.

"Oh I'm sure you're always fantastic! I've been skating since I could walk and even I still take a tumble from time to time - that doesn't mean you aren't great! I guess mine usually come from bad checks though eh? Oh because I play hockey! I don't remember if I told you that-- A-anyways, I didn't really get to see you skate before you fell but I'm sure you're incredible. I mean you seem incredible. At skating! I mean"

Raj finally cuts himself off, hoping to end the awkardness of his own rambling. All he had to do was finish wrapping up Bowie's ankle and exit the interaction with minimal blushing - he could do that! He could hear Wayne's voice hyping him up in his head - was a snow owl, he'd faced goons bent on injuring and cross checks more than even made sense for a highschool league - he could handle getting through a conversation with a cute boy. Even if said cute boy had long eyelashes and a knowing smile and a pearl necklace expertly framing his neck.

Bowie of course could not be more pleased - it seems Raj was more than just fun to fluster. He was sweet and earnest and clearly passionate about hockey - enough that Bowie found himself actually looking forward to hearing more of Raj's confusing hockey lingo, if it meant seeing that focused look in his eyes when he started getting carried away.

"Well if you really think so, maybe you'd like to see how incredible I am some other time - when you're not working, of course"

"For sure dude! That sounds like loads of fun!" Raj's agreement comes out enthusiastic, until he look down at Bowies ankle in his hands, freshly wrapped and now with an ice pack to match "But not until your ankle's healed up - skating's great but you won't be able to if you hurt your ankle worse by pushing it." The sudden intensity of his expression betraying how seriously the boy takes his sport.

Bowie stifles a laugh "It really doesn't hurt that much, but deal. Maybe you can show me some of your fancy hockey moves while we're at it" he said liltingly. and theres that blush again, hard to see on his skin but clear as day to the boy who triggered it "in the meantime though -can I get your number?"

Raj answers without even taking a beat "Oh I'm number 8! On the snow owls, I'm actually alternate capt-" he's cut off by a gentle hand on his own where it's still holding the ice pack.

"I actually meant your phone number" bowie's ecpression is nothing but kind, so Raj doesn't feel quite so clueless when he manages out a

"Right! yes, right - here let me see your phone"

the two boys quickly exchange numbers, as Bowie continues his previous thought "But I'd love to hear all about your hockey team on our date"

"Yeah! ha, that sounds good."

The two of them stay a moment just to smile at one another, before the moment is broken-

"RAJIE! Are you doin okay there bud? Do you need some help?" "Don't worry Wayners! I'll be over in a sec!"

Raj turns back to Bowie, sheepish "I uh, gotta get back to work, do you have somebody that can take you home safe?"

Bowie presses a quick peck to his cheek, "I've got a friend here with me, no need to worry about little ole me. I'll see you soon though, handsome"

And again that blush. Raj manages to stammer through a goodbye before trudging back to the ice - doing a quick lap around at full speed to release some of his energy before returning to his best friends side. He'd tell Wayne all about it later, for now he was just doing his best not to smile too hard.

Eventually Emma finds her way to Bowie sat on a bench, carefully tying his shoes back over a newly bandaged ankle.

"sooo how'd it go? you didn't really hurt your ankle did you? because you know I'd feel awful for bringing you here if you got hurt and didn't even get a cute boy's number out of it"

"No on the injury, Yes on getting his number - let's head back to your house, I'll catch you up on the ride home"

"Yes! well I'm glad one of us had a good time - after you left Chase walked by - how did he even know we were here? He's so -"

Bowie tunes out the rest of his friends rant, he'd heard this before, and he was sure she'd forgive him for not listening if he told her he was thinking about his upcoming date with Raj. The boy really was too good, and Bowie hadn't even really had to work very hard to find that out. He found himself throwing in an occasional remark to keep Emma going as they walked, thinking about the intensity with which Raj clearly loved sports, about the simple sincerity in the way that he talked. This really could be the start of something special

Yep, the trip to the ice rink had gone better than imagined. He just needed to admit to Raj that he had fallen on purpose and all would be well.

After they were on their date, of course.

[th3lovely1]

Black Adam x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Reader is feeling insecure and Adam tried his best to help them

Pronouns: She/they

Warnings: Use of Y/n(Ik its not a real warning, I just know some people don't like it), ooc Adam? I'm not sure, reader overthinks a lot and is insecure of their body

It has been a few weeks since Adam became the new protector of Kahndaq. And ever since then I've became closer to the demi-god, god, or whatever he was. But either way he was absolutely perfect.

He didn't treat me differently or give me weird looks because of how I looked. Instead he was kind to me and would stand up whenever someone would yell something cruel to me from across the street. He never said anything about my weight and whenever I got insecure he would try to cheer me up. Mostly.

Adam isn't very good with his words, but since we're so close with each other I at least know what he's trying to say.

Right now I'm walking to the recently fixed castle, with thanks to the town's people for doing so. As I walk inside I start to look for Adam. "Adam!" I call out. I don't know why I did that, he would probably still hear me if I whispered.

I then hear heavy foot steps coming from a hallway. Adam comes out with a soft smile on his face. "Hello Y/n". "Hi Adam" I reply with the same smile on my face. "What are you doing here?" he asks walking closer. I shrug my shoulders "I just wanted to hang out with you".

His eyebrows slightly raise "Me?". "Mhm" I nod my head. "Why do you seem surprised?". "I just thought that there would be other people who would want to be with you. I mean hang out with you." he answers. "Well not many people want to hang out with me. So I guess I'm stuck with you" I say softly chuckling.

Adam's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "But your not stuck to me? You can move right?". He takes a step back, then side to side, and back in front of me. "See your not stuck to me".

I start to laugh as Adam just continues to stare at me confused. I get myself together before explaining what I really meant. "I was just joking Adam. It's a figure of speech. It doesn't mean I'm actually stuck to you, it just means that your one of the only people I can hang out with".

His expression returns back to normal. "Oh". "I'm sorry I didn't mean to confuse you" I say. A smile appears on his face again "It's alright. Come, I prepared some food" he replies, leading the way to wherever. I follow after him "You prepared food?". He nods his head "I prepared food with the help of Isis".

I softly chuckle and continue to follow him. He brings me to a large balcony that looks over Kahndaq. There's a table with f/f on it and along with many others. On the side there are two chairs for us to sit in.

Adam pulls a chair out for me. I thank him as I sit down. He easily pushes the chair back in and heads to the chair next to me. "This is lovely Adam" I say. "Thank you. Though Isla did most of it. I made the f/f myself though" he replies.

I happily smile "Thank you". Adam starts to serve himself and I follow after him. I go to get the regular amount I usually serve myself but stop as I start to overthink. What if he judges me for how much I get? Will he get upset? Will he make fun of me? Never, he's never done it before. He's never judged me for anything. But whats stopping him from changing now?

"Y/n". Adam's voice breaks me from my thoughts. "Mhm" I say, focusing my attention to him. "Are you alright? You zoned out there" he says. I nod my head "Yeah, I'm fine. Just wondering what to get".

I then serve myself some food but a smaller portion this time, not noticing Adam looking at me with concern. "Is everything alright Y/n?" he ask. I look at him confused "Everything's alright. Why do you ask?". "You've gotten a smaller amount then you usually get. If you ate before you came I don't want to force you to eat more" he answers.

I shake my head "No, no, no. It's not that". "Then what is it? Are you sick?" he ask. I shake my head again "No, it's not that. It's just-". But before I can come up with a lie I start to overthink. What if he thinks I'm being silly? What if he thinks it's funny? Or what if he just doesn't care?

"Just what?". And once again, Adam's voice breaks me from my thoughts. He grabs my hand. "Y/n, whatever it is you can trust me". I sigh before explaining myself. I knew if I were to lie again he would just question me until I told the truth.

"Don't you think it's weird?" I ask. "That I'm bigger then others?". Adam's shakes his head "I don't see a difference between you and the others. Nothing is weird about you". I stand up, still holding his hand and walk over the barrier of the balcony.

"Adam looking at the people" I gesture down to the town's people. "They're all smaller then me. All "normal" size". "There is no such thing as normal size" Adam replies. "You should not care about what other people think. Your much more better looking then them".

"Better looking?" I ask, looking at him. "Yes. Your beautiful" he answers. He grabs my other hand and turns me towards him. "Your size doesn't determine your beauty. I may not know much about your world, but I do know that you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen".

I feel my cheeks warm from his words. "Even the inside of you is beautiful" he says. I chuckle at his words "The inside of me?". "Yes, the inside of you" he answers. "The way that your happy all the time and always seem to find the good in something. And the way that you care for others, even if you may dislike them. And there are many, many other things I can say but then we'd be here all day".

My eyes start to water and a tear rolls down my cheek. "Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?" he ask. "No, you didn't say anything wrong. I'm just not used to people telling me stuff like that" I say with a smile in my face, wiping the tear away.

"Y/n-" Adam begins. I look up at him, waiting for him to continue. "The reason why I say all these things about you is because- it's because I have romantic feelings for you".

I stare at him with a stunned expression. What? I don't know what to do or say. I know that I do have the same feeling for him. And that he is one of the most amazing people that you could ever meet. He may not talk a lot or just seem very serious all the time.

But if you knew him well enough you knew that he actually cared a lot and likes to have fun with the people he loves and truly cares about.

"Y/n?"

And before I could even think about it, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. I feel him stiffen before he returns the kiss. One of his hands move to rest on my cheek as the other moves to my waist.

We kiss for what felt like an eternity which was probably only a few seconds. We pull away from each other and Adam keeps his head against mine.

"I feel the same for you Adam" I say. "Really? I couldn't tell" he replies. "It's sarcasm". I chuckle "I know Adam".

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Note: I'm sorry that it took a bit to post this. For some reason Tumblr was having a hard time saving my progress, so I had to re-write some stuff. Anyways I hope that you enjoyed this and feedback is always welcomed. I also apologize for any grammer mistakes.

[ryan-selucreh]

oh hey its the website aster got into

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hey guys, its ryan here (for the j-crew, its just some silly nickname the dudes like using, hahaha im totally jyan)! i use he/they pronouns mostly, but whatever you guys want! con-nerd isnt here yet but like he says if you guys have seen any weird mystery things or if you know anything on what happened at WyldRyatts college like 4 months ago, hit us up here

you can also hit up my girl at @aster-aeliana!

yo, wait that twerps on here? sweet, hi @thepiedromeo, silly drama loser lol

FUCKING BIWIS ON HERE??? WELL FUCK MAN @ratbiwirattime THE HELL YOU DOIN??

oh fuck dude connors actually here @connorfrombofa what up homeboy

ik professor aeliana got on here but i dont want him sending me to therapy for my posts so hes not getting tagged

oh also forgot to mention im on the floatball team for the wyldratts gotta love my boys of the j-crew (im not as great as another player i love [NO HOMO], but im fine with 2nd place, @gary-mfing-gilmore <3)

most any blog tagged here is ran by me, MINUS ROMEO AND CONNOR PLAYED BY NEW FRIENDS OF MINE! CHECK THEM OUT

ooc i am your local silly bigender @s0lar-ch3ri and use she/he/it mainly, but accept/tolerate other pronouns! do check out the other rp blogs too, theres been the suckening, apotheosis, bitb, pd, and riptide blogs (this is only counting ones from the server im in, i forget who hosts it but yeah)!

lil tag things:

#ryans part to play - in character

#from you dudes - answering asks

#off court shit - out of character

#across jrwi teams - interacting with rp blogs

#totally not a history nerd - history related things (will probs just be some quote things, inspired by the deacon and arthur blog poetry reblogs and shit)

OH ALSO I CANNOT BE 100 PERCENT CANON AND THERES GONNA BE SPOILERS BE WARNED RAHHHHHH

small edit but on main i have a ryan analysis and thats in part what i base his behavior on

EDIT, PFP CHANGE HAS HAPPENED, CREDIT TO MY MUTUAL @ripells FOR IT <3333333

edit number 2, changed pfp because brain was mean, but THE OLD PFP IS STILL FIRE SO TAKE IT