endersimp

[endersimp]

Like and reblog if you can relate to this:

[endersimp]

i can't stop thinking about how the crazy guy gang would react to their s/o just. casually using sweet petnames all the time. sweetpea, honey, lovely, ect.

tsk tsk anon, the crazy ass boys gang's home is over at @slasherscream - that's bee's beautiful brain child, not mine

HOWEVER you're so right and also i would like to give bee a nice surprise so here are some quick thoughts for the members i also write for 👀

billy would act like he hates it - and if you weren't used to Him(tm) and all his Shit(tm), then you would genuinely think he detests any pet names and stop calling him them immediately. but you know he bristles more out of habit than anything, to save his 'cool guy' face. you know better, you know he craves that domestic shit like a drug. if you did try to stop calling him your honeypie, he'd be so fucking pissED the hypocrite. like, when you're fighting? stop using pet names. he's back to 'billy' now. and he'll get even more mad, like how dare you???? (serious miette energy) he'll try to give you the cold shoulder back, show you he's not at all whipped and he doesnt need it, he doesn't care. spoiler alert, he does, and he will (begrudgingly) come crawling back with his tail between his legs (and his ears flattened back. angy puppy boy). also final thought: call him embarrassing cheesy pet names in public and his mouth says "shut the fuck up that's gross" but his pink cheek and the way his arm wraps around your waist and his hand grabs your ass says otherwise

stu actively calls you the dumbest, not cute shit imaginable. which is unfair, if you think about it. you call him honey, sweetie, ducky, and then he turns around and calls you his little sticky booger or something. and you cant try and make him see the error of his ways because 1) he has no concept of guilt and 2) if u called him dumb names he'd just laugh. however, he is fine with you being mad at him for the bullshit he pulls (i think he just gets off on it a bit, tbh - especially with how often he pushes billy's buttons) BUT, like billy, he cannot take a punishment. so NO! dont take his nicknames away from him :((( he's your little ducky :(((( - also this punishment doesn't work because it never makes him apologize for whatever he did wrong, it actually makes him forget that topic entirely and he instead annoys you non-stop until you refer to him by his PROPER name again. if you try to call him 'stu' ever again, he just won't respond. sorry, his brain re-wired permanently. who is 'stu'? he's 'ducky', put some respect on the name, thank you.

jd is the same breed of dog as billy, but a vastly different personality. he doesnt need to try and 'prove' his bad ass persona, thats what his gun is for, and he'll pull that sombitch out if anyone dares gives you weird looks or god forbid SAYS something when you call him your little sugarsnap in public. like fuck yeah, he's your baby boy, he's your little princess, he's your silly rabbit. he's whatever you want him to be, babe, because he's yours period. just like you're his. it just affirms your relationship, to him. and we all know how he possessive he is. he likes the silly names cuz it feels like some form of possessiveness in turn. call him greedy, but he just eats your attention up. he sticks to classic nicknames for you in turn - babe, baby, doll - but he'll let you call him whatever the fuck you want, and he'll accept it with open arms and a big ol' smooch, as long as you're looking at him with hearts in your eyes. the same way he looks at you.

[endersimp]

could you do jason dean dating a reader who’s shorter than him? fem or gender neutral is fine! :3

a/n: this one got a little spicy my apologies but hope you enjoy <3

-

Jason Dean Dating Someone Who’s Shorter Than Him (Headcannons)

-

I feel like JD would love to date someone shorter than him, though I don’t think he’d have a preference either way.

But if you’re shorter than him, it definitely would give him a feeling of power over you.

He’d definitely be a bit more demanding and demeaning.

He’d never seriously make fun of your appearance or things you can’t control.

But he’d obviously do it as a joke.

JD loves how his jacket would be bigger on you than it is on him.

“You look like 2 kids stacked under there.”

“Shut up.”

Loves loves loves when you ask him for help reaching something.

“Need help there, munchkin?”

“Yes please, but don’t ever call me that again.”

He doesn’t stop calling you that.

It’s his favourite pet name for you, besides darling, of course.

Doesn’t matter if you’re an inch shorter than him or multiple, he’ll still call you munchkin.

“We should get a munchkin cat, maybe it’s your long lost cousin or something.”

“Oh shove it, JD.”

“That’s what you said last night.”

“…”

“You weren’t this quiet last night either.”

“Get a job.”

Loves holding your hands during sex.

Like, above your head, pinned on the mattress type of holding hands.

During motorcycle rides, he tells you to hold on tight so you don’t fly away like a napkin.

“Coulda used a napkin last night, couldn’t ya?”

“What, for your face?”

“I can’t win.”

Loves tickling you because he knows you can’t get away.

But also because he likes the power he has over you since he knows you can’t get away.

“Bro, stop, please, I’m gonna piss my pants.”

“….Did you just call me bro?”

Hates when you call him bro or dude or anything of the sort.

It means you see him as your equal, and he doesn’t really like that.

He’s already got the height-power-thing against you, why do you see him as an equal and not above you?

Will probably ignore you for awhile just so you can apologize to him, wearing his shirt or sweater that almost completely drowns you out.

Again, the power thing.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“…Calling you bro?”

“Okay.”

Probably won’t apologize to you though if he calls you something you don’t like.

Unless you’re really upset by it.

“…Sorry.”

Make-up sex goes crazy after things like this.

Definitely not into you being dominant at all, but if you really wanted to, he’d let you ride him but only if he gets to guide your hips.

Bro’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

He’d make sure you finish though, no doubt.

Loves the cuddles after where he gets to hold you.

You, in his shirt after a warm shower where he washed you and your hair, and he gets to cuddle?

No hesitation he says yes.

Loves to hold things above your head like those loser guys in the halls at school.

But he only does it so he can hear your ‘I love you’ after with a kiss.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[endersimp]

↻ ^. purple tounges. [jason dean x fem!reader]

summary:: jason dean sneaks out with you to take you on a slushie date to celebrate your anniversary.

word count:: 1,371

notes:: holy shit this took me too long to write.. also this was not spell checked, so dont expect perfect spelling

"I have a door, you know." You speak to the unnanounced guest who just made entry through your window, eyeing him through the reflective glass mirror that sits attatched to your vanity.

"The window is more discreet." He explains, stepping closer to you and placing his hands on the shoulders.

He had a point, you suppose. Your parents didn't want you around J.D. to begin with, let alone date him. If heard him come through the front door, they'd be infuriated; probably punishing you by taking away your allowance for a month. Your mom said she saw danger in him, that he was unstable and a "ticking time bomb", if you will. But all you saw was a charismatic boy with a slight edge to him. Nothing dangerous about that, right?

"Gorgeous as always." He states, tilting his head slightly as he examines the reflection in the mirror.

You're about to thank him, but he continues before you can get a word out. "Oh, and then theres you." He grins like he's just made the worlds funniest joke, which earns him an annoyed eye roll from you.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" You question, finishing the final touches on your makeup.

"Very." He responds rather confidently.

You stand from your vanity, turning to face him as you smooth out any wrinkles in your outfit. "How do I look?" You ask, giving him a small twirl to show him your outfit fully.

"You look beautiful, darling." He responds, planting a small kiss on your head before walking back to the open window. "Ready?"

You smile, following him outside and to his bike that sits parked at the corner of your street. "Haven't we done this before? Gone out to get slushies, I mean." You ask him, bringing your leg around the other side of the bike as you climb on.

"Yes, but I figured we would go back. For old times sake, y'know?" He explains, revving the engine to his bike loudly before it settles into a low purr.

You and J.D. had been dating for five months now, and today just so happens to be be your anniversary. To celebrate this fact, he's taking you to the place where you met; the 7/11 not too far from your house.

"Right, right." You nod along, placing your hands securely around his waist as he begins to drive off into the brisk night.

----

The 7/11 parking lot is empty once you two arrive, the flickering and monotone buzzing of the open sign hooked to the window, as well as the flourecent lights visibe through the window inside are the only indicators that the place is occupied. Climbing off, J.D. takes your hand to help you dismount off the bike as well.

Once you two reach the machine inside, he grabs a cup for you; filling it with Cherry flavored slush. He knows it's your favorite, and it was also the flavor of first slushie he ever bought for you. He has a way of remembering the little things, which you always liked about him.

He puts the lid on, as well as the straw before handing it over to you. "Cherry slush for you, and blue rasberry for me." He announces before grabbing a cup of his own and filling it to the brim.

He swiftly takes your cup from your hand, bringing it to the counter and paying, then leading you to a small red table outside. You both sit next to eachother under the umbrella shade, though you don't really need it, given the fact it's nearly the middle of the night.

"Cheers, to our fifth anniversary." He says cheesily, the two of you lightly hit your plastic cups together. He mimicks that of a clinking noise while you do so, then takes a sip of his own.

"Cheers." You respond, letting a soft smile tug at the corners of your lips, feeling a slight blush creep up on your face at the corny-ness of his words.

You take the first sip of your Cherry slushie, letting the frozen drink hit the roof of your mouth, chilling it and letting the flavor trickle its way down your throat when you swallow. Part of you wonders when the last time you had a slushie this good was. Slushies always tasted better when you got to enjoy them with J.D., you muse.

"What do you want to do when we're done here?" J.D. asks.

You pause, meeting his eyes and responding after a beat. "How about we go back to your place? We could watch a movie, or something." You suggest casually, though your words seeming to have another implication behind them.

"Mm." J.D. nods, his eyebrows raising slightly at your suggestion. "What movie?"

Tough question. A lot of movies came to mind. Scream, The Shining, The Poltergeist.. You were a rather avid fan of horror movies, so those are the first few that really stuck out to you. J.D., on the other hand, wasn't as enthusiastic about horror movies as you were. He was more into the crime genre. Think Scarface, The Outsiders, movies like that.

"Enjoying your drink, I suppose?" J.D. asks playfully, his wry grin causing you to snap out of your thoughts and back to reality.

You look down at your cup, realizing you'd finished more than you intended to in such a short amount of time while you were thinking to yourself. "You're one to talk." You retort, gesturing to his drink, which is also nearly empty.

He looks down at his drink, shrugging casually. "You wanna get outta' here?" He asks, holding his hand out to grab your cup and throw it in the trash bin.

You nod, handing your finished cup to him to throw out and he returns by your side in a moment. "Right, then." He grabs your hand in his, leading you back to his bike which sits parked not tok far away.

"Happy anniversary." He says, stopping once the two of you reach his bike, turning to meet your lips in what he intended on being a short kiss.

His lips taste like blue raspberry from the slushie he had moments before, only beckoning you to pull him back into you when he attempts to break the kiss.

He's taken aback at first but after a beat he smiles against your lips, his hands eventually finding home around the small of your back as he leans into you. After a moment, you take his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging it lightly as if to ask for entry. J.D. takes your cue and parts his mouth slightly, allowing your tongue to pass his lips. As the two of you continue to kiss, you feel a heat begin to pool in your stomach; eliciting a low moan to fall from your lips.

That's when he pulls away suddenly, leaving you dazed and slightly breathless. Your gaze is clouded as you look up at him with confusion.

"Not now," He tells you, though he's still dangerously close to you and his breath grazes your lips which remain slightly agape as you catch your breath.

He pauses, observing your expression for a moment. Then he smirks lazily, letting out a soft laugh.

"What?" You ask, pinching your eyebrows together slightly. Was there something on your face?

"Your tongue is purple." He points out casually, his voice low.

You pause for a moment, but laugh after a beat as you notice his is purple as well. "So is yours," You reply, feeling your face heat slightly.

"Well, whadd'ya know." He grins, removing his hand from your waist and instead bringing it back to yours, leading you to his bike where he mounts it.

"Get on," He starts. "We can head back to my place. Decide on a movie to watch." He tells you, though from the tone of his voice, it sounds like the two of you will be doing anything but watching a movie.

You get on his bike, your hands once again wrapping around his waist, though this time your hands linger on his inner thigh, dangerously close to places that you shouldn't be reaching for. Not yet, at least. Not until you two get home.

You feel his body shake with a short laugh at the bold placement of your hands, and he revs the engine to his bike, starting it and starting to drive off, down the street and to his house.

[endersimp]

Jason Dean Masterlist

Jason Dean Headcanons

Jason Dean x Shy!Cute!Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean NSFW Headcanons

Jason Dean x Short!Chaotic!Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean x Bimbo!Reader Headcanons

Submissive!Jason Dean x Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean Catching You In The Act NSFW Headcanons

Jason Dean x DarkAcademia!Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean x SASurvivor!Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean x Male!Bullied!Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean x Hard To Manipulate Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean x Yandere!Reader Headcanons

[endersimp]

Hermittober day 1-Frost 🍄💐🎃

Paring- Tangotek x reader

Warnings- I forgot it was almost October so I wrote this at 1 in the morning so it is probably poorly written and really short.

Summary- After your boyfriend's odd blue rebrand, you realize just how cold he’s become

Notes-WOOOO HERMITTOBER! I’ve never participated in an October-themed challenge, so this is fun:]. I hope you guys enjoy it!

It was a nice summer day, with a clear blue sky and warm weather. You were building today so you’re glad it isn’t too warm out. 

You grab your shulker box and go to head out when you see Tango. You hadn’t seen him since the start of the season when he happily declared to you his plans to change from his normal fiery self to a cold frosty citadel leader. 

You drop your shulker box and run over to hug him like you normally would but you’re shocked by a cold chill. “Jezzus!” You yell, letting go of Tango.

“Hm? Y/n? What’s wrong?” Tango asks. He turns around to look at you, stopping his building. 

“Why is your skin so cold!? It’s usually so warm!” You’re still in a state of shock when you ask this. Tango gestures vaguely to all the ice around him. You look at him for a bit. 

“......I’m not cuddling you tonight” You joke.

“Hey wait no! You can’t do that!”

[endersimp]

Angel Dust Takes You Shopping

Pairing: Angel Dust x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, seggestive, implied erection, teasing, shopping date

A/N: Don't think there's anyone more fashionable at the Hotel. Sorry Vaggie lol.

One day in each week is a date day for you two

This time you're going shopping

Charlie's holding a dance to promote the Hotel and you really want to look your best

Acording to Angel you can go naked and you'd make people go crazy over you

He knows he would

But that's not the kind of attention you need there

So a shopping date it is, it'll be fun

During your date there's a lot of places you visit, you hardly stop moving other than for food and drinks

Gives you a ton of advice on the best colors that would match the outfit he plans to wear

You can wear anything, a dress, a suit, a combo of both, boots, belts, a tie, his closet has clothes and colors match any style

Eyes you up and down in every outfit

He's already thinking of the many ways he can take it off you

In case something happens to the first outfit he advises you to pick a good second option too

You get a sense of jow much he likes an outfit based on how many kisses he gives you

For the really revealing ones he has to cross his legs and put a pillow over his lap

The friction doesn't help

[endersimp]

SIR YES SIR 🫡

everyone start selfshipping with mcyt characters NOW!!!! this is an ORDER

[endersimp]

Their Favourite Place To Kiss You

Summary: Their signature place to kiss you, and how they would react to you kissing them in that exact same spot.

Genre: Romantic fluff

Character(s): Ethoslab, Xisumavoid, Mumbojumbo

Author's Note: So anyways I started writing—

Ethoslab [Wrist]

Etho's kisses are actually common in private and out.

So it's hard to call them a surprise.

But sometimes, some of his actions just caught you off guard.

You could be just walking, or just sitting somewhere together, alone simply basking in each other's presence.

That is until he grabbed your hand, and pulled it up close to his lips.

He didn't take his mask off: no. He kissed your hand through it.

While the colour of the fabric is dark, perfectly hiding his face away from the world, it's actually thinner than what you had expected.

You can feel his warm breath through it and he pressed his lips to the bottom of your palm, before slowly sinking to your wrist.

It's warm. You're not sure if it's because of his breath, or because of the fact that you're just absolutely flustered by his action.

With how his lips are pressed firmly, yet gently right on your pulse, you're made aware of how his actions affect your heart.

Pulling away, he look back up to you, you can feel his grin behind the mask:

"You seem a little flustered there sweetie. What'd I do? Hm? Care to explain?"

Kiss his wrist back. Just pull up the edge of his gloves enough, and kiss where his pulse is.

You can feel it quickened underneath your lips, but you know Etho.

He would just take your action as a challenge.

Now you're in a competition against your boyfriend, good luck, he's hard to defeat when it comes to flustering the hell out of you.

Xisumavoid [Neck]

This might be out of the blue, but if anything, Xisuma is a tease from the bottom of his boots to the top of his head.

So it's no wonder that his favourite place to surprise you with a kiss is your neck.

Just like Etho, his mask doesn't stop him from showing you his appreciation through kisses.

When no one's around, he likes to pull you in his embrace and just buries his face to the crook of your neck.

It calms him down, whenever he feels you so close in his arms.

But when the feelings of sentimentalism are over; he'd start pecking.

Firm kisses, butterfly kisses, hell he would even blow a raspberry on your neck just to hear your protest and struggle as he keeps you close.

Even with his mask on, you can feel that he's enjoying it.

And well, you can't blame him. You enjoy this type of affection from him, too.

"You're not gonna get away from me. Did you really think you could escape? I mean you probably could but you wouldn't. Would you?"

Doesn't mind if you kiss his neck back, if you can reach it that is.

Would actually love it if you do, though. It most likely will happen when you too cuddle.

He likes holding the back of your head and keeping you there: it gives him a sense of protection where he can both protect you, but also be protected by you.

Though if you want a more intimate scenario on his kisses, naturally, it's not rare for his pecks to turn into more intimate and desperate kisses.

The rest, really is up to you on where you want to take his kisses to. :)

Mumbojumbo [Palm]

One would think that Mumbo's main form of kisses are to kiss the back of your hand, or your knuckle.

-which are correct. But you would be surprised at how much he enjoys kissing your palm over the back of your hand.

Usually it would start with a greeting. Him taking your hand in his and pulling it up to kiss knuckles on your hand.

Then he would hold it there: breathed in your presence, before holding your hand in his and pressing your palm over his lips.

He likes burying his face in your hand, that's it.

He just likes to appreciate the tenderness and intimacy of giving appreciation to your hand.

It has finished many tasks and built many things, as well as going through many challenges. It should be right to appreciate and treat it as it deserves.

Bonus points if you greet him by cradling his face in your hands first!!

He'd just hold either of your hands and turn his face to kiss them each.

He's so soft, please kiss him back.

"Hello to you too, love. How was your day?"

Will actually die if you kiss his palm in retaliation.

[endersimp]

Obsessed

Ethoslab x gn reader

Where Etho is sick and the reader is dragged in to take care of him

As per usual, I've attempted gn reader but I am used to writing fem so if I messed it up let me know and I'll fix it

(UNEDITED)

You weren’t sure why you were pinged by Gem to meet at Etho’s base as soon as possible, but there you were, landing a few steps away from Gem in front of Etho’s base. She turned around, clearly relieved to see you.

“Etho’s sick.” That wasn’t good but you weren’t sure why that required your immediate arrival, Gem seemed to catch on to your unsaid question. “He’s refusing to believe he’s sick and won’t let anyone help him. Tango said he’s way too warm to just brush it off, and since Etho listens to you a little better than the rest of us I asked you to come.”

“I don’t know if he will on this, especially if he wants to get back to his redstone.” You followed Gem into Etho’s base and found him arguing with Tango and Pearl, both trying to get him to lay back down while Etho tried to get past them to work on whatever he felt was calling his name. Which left only one method that would maybe work.

“Etho?” He whipped around and smiled through his mask at you. 

“Hey Y/n! Want to come look at my farms if Pearl and Tango would get out of the way?” You held up some papers. 

“Actually, I have some plans I’ve been testing for a farm but I’m not sure if I have the numbers right. Would you mind looking over them with me?” Etho paused and his gaze flickered between you and the papers.  

“Of course!” With that, your fate was sealed. Etho ushered you to the kitchen table and the papers were laid out and he started pouring over them, figuring it out in his head and mumbling it out. It didn’t take long to hear the effects of his fever. His rambling made no sense. Less sense than most of his redstone rambles. While he was talking, you gently placed your hand against his forehead. Etho froze before ever so slightly leaning against your hand. 

Tango was right, he was burning up. 

“Alright, that's enough. You need to get some rest, your fever is high.” Immediately Etho protested, “I’ll make you a deal. If you listen to what I tell you, I’ll take care of you. If you don’t, I’ll ask Doc too.” He weighed his choices. “Head to bed, I’ll be there in a minute with some things.” Etho jumped up and headed to his room, he was out cold when you went up three minutes later. 

You took that time to get everything you needed together and make some light food for when he woke up. Knowing full well a sick Etho would take advantage of any open second to get away and go back to work and once he started it could be almost impossible to pull him away. 

Etho was out until the next morning, and as predicted, he tried to escape out the window. Thankfully you had blocked all of them off so he couldn’t but he still tried. Begrudgingly, he accepted the tea and sipped on it slowly while he ate his soup. 

When you checked his forehead, he leaned into your touch more than he had the day before, he was also quite a bit warmer then he had been. Hoping you were wrong, you gently pushed his hair off his forehead and kissed it. It was worse, though you were pretty sure the sudden flush in his cheeks was not from the fever. 

Etho whined and complained when he was sentenced back to bed but immediately calmed down when you offered to read something to him. Settling down under a large pile of blankets he fell asleep to the fairy tale you were reading to him.

The next time he woke up, he was delirious and to make it worse, he kept trying to get up to go work on some redstone project. Nothing you tried would convince him to settle down and at least stay inside. 

“You wanna know what will keep me inside?”

“Yes Etho, I do!” Etho’s expression morphed into something you weren’t sure you wanted to know and he leaned a little closer to whisper to you.”

“A kiss, and not on the cheek, it has to be on the lips and you have to cuddle with me.” Oh boy, you had a feeling you knew how this was going to end.”

“I will give you a kiss on the lips and cuddle with you, if you listen to me and you can collect it when you're better and no longer contagious.” He pouted at the last part but seemed to accept it as he settled back down in bed and fell back asleep. 

Three days later, Etho was better and you left to go back to your base for the first time in 6 days. It was nice to finally shower in your own home, and it would be nice to finally get a full nights sleep again in your own bed.

What you didn’t expect was for someone to join you.

“It’s just me.” Etho. “I am here to collect my kiss and cuddles.” Of course Etho would remember that, why did you even agree to it i- Your thoughts were cut off by Etho pulling you closer to him.

“I’ve wanted to do this for years.” Etho whispered before closing the space between your lips. It was a short kiss, but damn was it good. You could feel the questions in the air, questions you weren’t sure if you knew how to answer. So you did the only thing you could think of that could possibly answer a few of them without having to find the words.

Placing your hand on his cheek, you pulled him back for another one. You could feel his smirk through your kiss and his arms tightened around your waist. 

“I didn’t know you were so obsessed with me.” He teased, before you could fire a response back he continued, a little more serious, “It’s ok though, I’m obsessed with you too.”

[endersimp]

Okay, hear me out

Total Drama fanfic where the reader is dating Mike and the alters (minus Chester) and it's really just the series + the reader

I haven't written anything like this so it'd definitely be a challenge... I think I'd probably replace a character or make her a surprise character (honestly, I might replace Anne Maria out of everyone simply because I don't want her near my man🔫)

Imagine all the cute scenes oh my god ??

Vito fronting and immediately looking for his babe aghagha

Mani holding onto her waist so she doesn't wander off and get hurt while in the caves AAAAA

Svetlana helping reader with challenges so she can show off ❤

MIKE BEING A SWEETHEART AND FREAKING OUT OVER HER KISSING HIM

Mal being a sour puss about not being able to love on the reader like everyone else can, so the second he is finally able to, he runs off to find her and will literally not keep his greedy paws off her. He tries to play it off as being Mike, but reader knows her baby well and he's never this assertive... Suspicious hmmmm

And no I will not be doing that "erasing the alters" bs I hate it SO MUCH. WHY IS THAT CANON

[endersimp]

a wonderful fic! love the chaos :]

Mal x GN! Reader who is a little shit

this one goes out to you, dusky boy. now learn about Xigbar, my brother, he’s your type.

@glitched-out-dusk requested this. They are the only one who can do this besides @insanetvgirl.

TW: knives, knives, who keeps leaving those knives around, Mal, swearing

So! For this, we’ll assume Zoke doesn’t exist. Or that Pointy likes Zoey, but Mal doesn’t. Yay, because I don’t like Zoke!

Now, let’s assume (almost) everything plays out like in canon. You’re placed on the Heroes Team, due to “NEVER letting you and Jo be ANYWHERE near each other again. Seriously, how did you even get in there?”

Proximity to Mal: increased.

Of course, Evil Dread plays out like usual. However, the newly-emerged Mal decided “hey, I like this crazy son of a bitch! Why did Mike even go for Zoey?” and, well, suffice to say, he likes you.

He gets close to you (and away from Zoey and Cameron, who could tell if Pointy’s out) under the guise of making friends. Oh, he is making friends. More than friends.

The moment he truly falls in love with you is the moment he catches you changing the password on Sierra’s phone(s). Someone like you will rule beside him on the Dark Throne™️ he plans on buying with the million!

Cue everyone’s stuff getting stolen, and regifted to you with slightly sappy, slightly threatening letters. Don’t worry, Dudcan will be getting the blame for this. He’ll make sure of it.

He stands extremely close to you in challenges, often keeping a hand on one shoulder or on your waist. Sometimes he’ll even sabotage ones you struggle in.

Of course, you help him out with his more legal schemes. Taking stuff and putting it in the bags of others, deleting Sam’s save files, uploading Noco (i do NOT ship it) to Sierra’s phone, and being generally horrible people. The explosions and attempted murders are kept from you, though.

If you have any enemies, don’t worry! They’ll be in for HELL. Mal will mess with them in so. Many. Ways. Turning their friends/allies/partners against them, sabotaging challenges, even bribing Chris if he finds a way. And believe me, he WILL.

Now, as for changes to canon.

Sundae Muddy Sundae is not horrible now. He keeps the chart a secret, as so to torment Pointy with Zoey’s elimination. As a result, the game comes down to The Evil Troublemakers vs Courtney’s Polycule. Unfortunately, there’s probably another episode added between this and the penultimate one, leaving either you, Scott or Gwen gone. We’ll go with Gwen for this.

In the penultimate episode, Chris decides who goes to the finale: Courtney and Mal.

Mal

is

PISSED.

Expect Chris’s “cottage” to be blown up once again. Or worse (better), his hair gel to be replaced with something like mud. Or you could expect to see Chris with some new burgundy scars. Something of the sort.

Anyways, Courtney vs Mal finale. Courtney wins. Better than canon.

No reset button. Somebody decides to bring another alter out, possibly by dropping him off a cliff so Svetlana HAS to come out or they’ll die. Either way, no reset button.

After the show, Mal does sometimes emerge (under supervision) to meet up with you. Expect stories of juvie, horror movie marathons and Gamer Rage™️.

I don’t have the energy to write the rest of this lol

[endersimp]

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

[endersimp]

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: hells greatest dad—various artists

↳ notes: this turned out way longer than expected. reblogs are appreciated

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• What you did with your spare time outside the hotel had never been a problem

• Everyone blew off steam in different ways. Husk gambled is days away at dinghy bars, Vaggie practiced sparing, and Sir Pentious dreamed up designs for his retired war machines. The important thing was that everyone knew better than to ask the other about it

• So your friendship with Lucifer never come up. At least, not until Charlie decided to invite her dad over one day

• You were well aware of the strange relationship you had with the king of hell. He was all powerful ,and technically your ruler, sure, but it was hard to view him that way after you caught him babying a small army of rubber ducks

• It had been such a long time since you’d first met him, honestly you were still surprised you’d remembered it

• Back when you still worked as a part time package deliverer for the UPS equivalent of hell, you’d been tasked with handing off a rather heavy, and rather odd shaped box. The label didn’t give an address, rather a small drawing of an apple with a snake curled around it

• It took you a while, and way too many u-turns, to arrive at a pair of tall metal gates

• An uncertain push of a button had been delivered to a nearby buzzer, and you briefly wondered if you had been sent on a dead end errand. Your boss liked to do that; said it kept his employees on their toes. You just thought that he enjoyed seeing the pissed off looks of returnees

• Nothing longer than a minute passed before you were answered with an overjoyed voice, sounding rushed and getting father away from the mic as he proclaimed ‘I’ll be right down Terrance!!’

• It was only when Lucifer himself had opened the gates to allow you in, that his face fell from an excited grin into one of confusion

• “Oh. You’re not my normal guy.” He frowned, looking up at you slightly. “Are you sure you have my package.”

• You simply showed him the address label’s drawing, and he nodded

• “Yeah that’s it alright.” A little bit of the enthusiasm he had shown at the sight of his delivery reappeared before you. It didn’t take long after that before he remembered that you were both still standing outside the towering stature of his house, and quickly invited you inside so you could help him move the package where he wanted it

• “So! Is Terrance sick or something? I could have sworn it was just yesterday that he was where you are now.  Or a few days. Maybe a few weeks. Alright it’s been a while, but can you blame me. Do you know who I’m talking about? Long horns, red splotches, and a weird amount of hands. He always had the funniest jokes to tell though— “

• The first impression of him you got was weird. For the ruler of hell at least. But as time went on, and you kept delivering packages to his house with each passing month, he just struck you as lonely. His house, while big, was always empty. You would go as far as to say that you were the only steady interaction he had. Even if you were technically required to visit him

• Eventually, you quit your job. It had been a long time coming, and you were looking forward to a different take on life away from packing peanuts and scotch tape. Yet, for some reason, you didn’t stop showing up at Lucifers place. And he didn’t stop letting you in

• “You know—“ The devil approached you one hot afternoon in his work room. It was actually quite cold outside, but the fire breathing duck in his hands had heated up the room something fierce upon demonstration. “If you ever need someplace to stay, my daughter has a passion project that she wont stop talking about. It’s pretty sparse in souls, and I’m sure she’d let you stay there as long as you went along with her plan that she has!”

• You tilted your head with a small hum that day, choosing not to mention the far away look in Lucifers eyes as he talked about his daughter

• “Sounds better than where I’m currently living.” You shrugged, handing him a spare bolt off of the floor when it rolled off his work desk. “Where is the place?”

• So you’d shown up on the Hazbin Hotel’s doorstep, then still known as the Happy Hotel, with a bag or two in had and asking for a room

• You hadn’t told Charlie that Lucifer had mentioned it to you. You didn’t want her to feel like you were only there because he dad had named dropped it, but you guessed that she had her suspicions. You didn’t seem very taken with her title as princess of hell after all

• You were there nearly as long as Angel Dust; the likes of which showed up in the room next to yours a week after the move

• That means you were present for the embarrassing news interview, and in turn, the introduction of Alastor as a new patron

• He had been annoyed by you at first. Unlike Charlie’s slight nervousness at his appearance, or Vaggie’s outright aggression, you practically ignored his spectacular entrance, save for a few quick comments

• That had bugged Alastor. You’d hardly reacted when he’d shown just a sliver of his powers. Your lackluster once over as he pulled the darling Nifty from a fireplace had given him nothing to go on. Nothing!

• “Now what’s your role here, my friend!” The Radio Demon practically sang to you on that same afternoon. He waltzed over to your position in a corner, and his smile thinned slightly as you barely spared a glance at him. You found yourself much more enthralled with the sight of Husk fending off Angel’s advances over at the bar

• “I’m a tenant.” You mumbled, looking right through him. You didn’t miss the way his eyes narrowed down at you in an unreadable emotion that day

• He took to annoying you for the remainder of his stay following his debut. With every day, he increased his pestering, and you continued to remain the same

• Neither of you made a breakthrough with the other for quite a while. Months passed, and he found you looking as disinterested as ever with his display of powers. At this point he was sure you were purposely giving him nothing just to see his smile crack at the edges. And he was getting frustrated, for a lack of better words

• It wasn’t until you’d wandered into his recording studio by mistake that something changed

• Alastor felt a disturbance in the air the moment you stepped foot in his little alcove. Territorial demons such as himself could always tell when somebody was trespassing on their land, especially when having as much power as he did, and you were no exception to this rule

• He materialized behind you almost instantly. His limbs were already beginning to crack and stretch in size, a glowing smile casting wild shadows all throughout the room as he searched for what was sure to be your cowering form as you dropped whatever item you were attempting to steal

• Instead, he found you kneeling to the side of his polished desk, blinking up at him as your hands sat frozen in the motion of flipping through a record basket. His record basket

• “And what, pray tell—” Alastor’s distorted voice sounded like an screeching echo. He wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the hotel could hear it from downstairs “—are you doing here my dear?”

• You didn’t say anything for a moment. He watched as your eyes flickered to this symbols floating around him, then back down to his face

• “I was looking for some good music. Sorry to intrude” You eventually pull out of your weird staring match with him. Dusting the seat of your pants off, you rise to walk past him and towards the door

• Alastor’s mouth opens to say something, but stops when you pause in the doorframe

• “Nice antlers by the way.” You shrug. He doesn’t have to look up to know your talking about the honey structures protruding from his forehead. They really only come out when he starts to take on his true demonic form, and never before has he had someone compliment them

• Before he can get a better read on you, you’re gone

• Turns out, you weren’t exactly unimpressed with him. Just wary in your own way. It was a slight hit to the overlords ego that he hadn’t been able to pick up on that so quick, but he’d never admit it. Instead he took to your new attitude with rigorous mischief 

• Music and murder had been the thing to bridge the gap between the two of you. When Alastor discovered you were particularly fascinated by his time period, he laughed heartily

• “Why my dear, you should have told me you had such good taste!” He wrapped a tight arm around your shoulders. “What is it you wish to know about the darling 1920’s?”

• “Did you really feed your victims to alligators?”

• “Hah! That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” He said while flicking your nose. You just hummed with a scrunch of your eyebrows and wriggled out of his grip. Alastor laughed at that

• You wouldn’t classify the two of you as friends necessarily, but Husk did mention one day that the fact he didn’t kill you that day in his recording studio stood for something

• “He’s murdered demons for less.” The grumpy cat told you. You chose not to respond

• Everything came to a head the day Lucifer showed up at the request of his daughter

• He didn’t notice you right away, instead doing a little dance with Razzle and Dazzle as the rest of the hotel watched on confused. Angel tossed you a look and you just shrugged

• Lucifer eventually spotted you standing by the scrappy welcome table. With the same exuberance that you'd seen time and time again before, he hugged you almost immediately

• “Good to see you again too, Luce. Heard you were coming over.” You exhaled after he set you down. You chose to ignore Alastor as he stepped out of his shadows and stood behind you ominously. You could almost feel his gaze burning a hole in the back of your head

• “Ah so this is his majesty! You’re a bit shorter than I expected.” Alastor’s voice was a bit more grating than you recalled. His grip on his cane tightened as you raised your eyebrow at him

• “Uh, excuse me. Exactly who are you? Lucifer gave the overlord a once over, looking very bored as he did so

• An eye twitch

• “Why the Radio Demon of course! Manager to this very fine establishment, and a—!” 

• “Nope. Never heard of you. Sorry.” Lucifer cut Alastor off and smiled tensely from next to you, not sounding sorry at all

• It became apparent very quickly that the two of them didn’t mix. If a competitive musical number didn’t convince you of that, the way the both of them wouldn’t let go of your arms sure did. By the end point of Lucifer’s visit, you were sure a bruise or two had formed on your forearms

• “You know you should really come visit me more!” Lucifer adjusted his hat as he spoke, sending you a sharp toothed smile as he prepared to step out the door. “I’m sure you get tired of this hotel sometimes. Or at least the people—“

• “I’m sure you’ll find they are perfectly happy with their arrangement!” Alastor didn’t let Lucifer finish his thought. His shadows were getting restless at this point, stretching in the three of yours direction as if attempting to push Lucifer out. At this point Charlie and Vaggie had stopped paying attention to the weird power play between the two of them, instead talking about their upcoming trip to heaven together, so you were all alone. Save for two of your friends that were acting really weird

• "You know maybe the two of you shouldn't hang out."

• "Agreed."

[endersimp]

You were a rare soul— and that means something down here. You didn’t care about holding the title Overlord, nor the power that came with it. You had exactly zero souls under your belt, yet people… respected you. Not feared, respected. A peculiar word to hear in Hell.

Your name was uttered quieter than a whisper, like saying it an octave too loud would summon you.

The Rat King.

Soon you would meet…

˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer Morningstar ⁎⁺˳✧༚

warnings: gn reader, language, angst, canon divergence

• He thought it was very brave, re: idiotic, to carry the title /king in his domain

• Lucifer came to you out of boredom, absurdity, and— no shit— the slightest bit of self indulgence! He was supposed to see this so called second king and rip them a new asshole. Except you weren’t a king— not even close

• He scoured you toes to head, seemingly unimpressed. Not rat-like, not king-like. Lucifer knew himself well enough to know he should have been bored by now. His expectations plummeted, nothing was going according to plan. And yet.. he found himself more curious than before

“You’re this ‘Rat King’ I hear so much about?”

“I guess so” You shrugged, “But I didn’t pick that name for myself.”

• You properly introduced yourself to the one and only king. Your real name tasted interesting on his tongue. Lucifer tested it thrice as he shook your hand, relooking you over like he missed something

• Apparently they called you The Rat King because you were in the secret trading business. Give one, get one. Simple as that. You explained the rules to him over a cup of tea that he asked for. It wasn’t his first or second choice of blend but he drank it to be polite. No other motive. Definitely not because there was a question on the tip of his split tongue

• Lucifer wasn’t the most observant of people. He couldn’t tell what people were thinking, he wasn’t fluent in body language. So when he caught your eyes bouncing between his tight grip on the chipped cup you offered him, to his jittery knee sticking out from where he sat. His body and his head were, for one, in agreeance; leave, they told him. He didn’t like to be sized up and that was always his go to answer for why someone was watching him so intently. But with his chest facing you, and his heart in control, he stayed put

• “Lilith.” He choked out, “I want any knowledge you have on her.”

Saying her name out loud hurt more than he thought it would. It was acid in his belly, smoke in his lungs, and fire on his tongue.

Your smile faded.

“What?” He scoffed, “Lemme guess, you want something, right? A deal? I have to make a deal to find my own wife? Let’s get this over with then! I’m the fucking King of Hell, whatever you want is—“

Your hand shot out so suddenly that Lucifer was almost disappointed. He was expecting this. Right? This is what Sinners did, it’s why they were here. Why was he hoping you’d be different? And, more importantly, when did hope creep into his system again? He hadn’t been on good terms with the feeling in decades.

• However, Lucifer’s disappointment was killed before it could spread. Gently, so gently he could cry, you took his hand and pushed it, palm down, onto the table. Your eyes never left his. There was something about them that captivated him. He loathed it. It made him feel small. Not the kind of small that equaled insignificant, either.

No, it was worse.

Vulnerable.

“I don’t do deals,” You said quickly and it had Lucifer wondering if those eyes of yours saw how his mind was spiraling.

Stealing his hand back, ignoring how he immediately missed the contact, he wiped it on his pants.

A suspicious glare took over his face, “You—?What? You don’t do deals? What does that even mean!?”

“I just… trade secrets,” You sounded so defeated, “I don’t need deals for that. But I don’t have any secrets about the queen. I’m sorry.”

• Lucifer expected pity to rear its ugly head from you any moment now. His pride couldn’t take that hit, not today. What was it about you that made him so fucking transparent?

• The uncomfortable silence began creeping into the insufferably small shop of yours. It was fucking suffocating.

“I wish I could help you, I really do.” You said softly.

He really wished you would stop doing that. Your softness felt like a dagger to the heart. Reminding him it existed was agony he thought he’d never feel again.

• “Not one?” Lucifer asked bitterly.

Not a single one of these undeserving demons and sinners that Lilith loved so much spoke about her? Not a whisper or a rumor? They just forgot about her? It’s only been 4 years!

“I’m sorry, your majesty, if I hear something, I can—“

“No… No, it’s fine.” Lucifer cut you off, holding up his hand. His wedding ring blinded him with a sparkling gleam. He sighed, “I think we’re done here.”

• You stepped behind him cautiously, walking him to the door.

“You’re welcome to come back?”

He scoffed out a laugh, grinning at you from over his shoulder, “You’re not getting any of my secrets.”

A smile of your own began to spread.

“I also dabble in conversation.”

_

(part one? or move on to the next character? i dunno if i feel like continuing but want this to be as interactive as possible so tell me what you would like to see!)

[endersimp]

Mike and Scott flirting headcannons

hello my lovely simps! this is my first every fic, so please be kind! if you want me to write for a specific character, send in an ask!

Summary: headcannons for both Mike and Scott flirting with a gn reader

Warnings: none

Mike

This boy might be nervous wreck but he adores you!

Like, he’ll try to be subtle, but he is NOT

You like frogs? He’ll try catch one and show it to you!

You like the stars? Boom. He’s asking you to teach him constellations and smiling the whole time.

You like climbing trees? He might be a little scared but there is NO way he’ll miss out on an opportunity to be with you!

Mike will absolutely get flustered if you’re a fan of touching. Side hugs, sleep cuddling, even things like brushing hands or leaning on him will have him blushing like crazy. He does love it though.

If you’re on the same team, he’ll make sure to stay near you just in case something happens in a challenge. Definitely not cause he likes being around you!

If you’re on a different team, get ready for a little friendly rivalry between you too! But the second you’re at risk of being voted, he’ll throw the challenge without a second thought.

Scott

Everyone knows he like you, except him.

He might be adorable but he is not the smartest at emotions.

He’ll try and impress you with his animal “knowledge”. Every single animal WILL be pointed out and incorrectly named. That bird flying up there? That’s a bug-eating rat feather! What do you mean, it’s a seagull? No it’s not!

Scott will try and do little things to make himself close to you. Leaning against you, or having an arm around your shoulder are two of his favourite ways. 

Gifts are a common things with Scott. Anything from pretty rocks to weirdly shaped sticks to clumps of dirt will be given to you as he proudly tells you how and where he found it. 

Without a doubt, you’ll be roped into his schemes one way or another, but you don’t need to worry to much because he will absolutely tamper with the votes to make sure you aren’t voted out. 

[endersimp]

greetings my fellow simps, welcome to my lovely blog!

fandom list: total drama, helluva boss, hazbin hotel, heathers, beetlejuice,

what i will write: fluff, x reader, angst, headcannons, asks, ect

what i won’t write: smut, gore, td rr or td reboot, (I haven’t watched them yet)

requests are open!

all of my works are tagged “endersimp writes”