#Headcannon Tag

[derelictlovefool]

could you do the hope county folks (whoever you want!) with a gn reader (friends/acquaintances to lovers) who’s really affectionate caring and protective with them but cold distant and indifferent to other people?

This sat in the drafts for a while, I could only manage four before it felt repetitive, but I hope you like them nonetheless!

Sharky is over the moon the first time he notices it, he's never really been super special to anyone before so seeing the distinct way you treat him compared to others makes him all giddy.

At first he's bragging about being your best bud, saying he gets best bud privileges like all your smiles, hugs and fussing over his well being.

He feels like he's won the lottery and he's gonna rub it in everyone's faces for as long as possible.

He may do stupider stunts in front of you because he enjoys it when you dote on him.

He never finds it off-putting when you're being sweet to him one second and cold to others in the next, he thinks of it like a cool superpower.

Over time he starts getting really comfortable with you, he loves spending time with you and joking around with you and all the affection you direct at him always leaves him with a goofy smile.

He figures out he might have more than friends feelings for you after some point.

Of course he doesn't know how to tell you and he figures he can get away with just being your best bud forever, you already treated him special as it was.

But then he starts to notice other people trying to get your attention and he starts wondering about what would happen if he wasn't your sole best bud who you treated so nicely.

And it scared him enough to confess—in his Sharky Boshaw certified way. aka half of a field ended up on fire with your name scorched into the ground and Sharky looking at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.

Of course you didn't leave him hanging and Sharky ends up with double bragging rights of being your boyfriend.

Mary May is flattered by it, confused but flattered.

She figured it was because the company at the bar wasn't your cup of tea but after spending time with you outside of the bar she catches on to it being something a bit more.

She doesn't question it, since she doesn't really know how.

It doesn't really bother her, after a while she barely notices your cold attitude towards others since she's just happy to see you.

If anyone asks she just laughs and says she's just the best company around and you liked her best.

She teases you about it a few times but ultimately doesn't make a huge deal about it.

She enjoys spending time with you and having someone be so caring and protective of her for the first time in a while means a lot to her.

She slowly starts giving back the same amount of care and protectiveness, to the point where if people call you cold she'll go to bat for you about it.

She knows how warm and caring you are and she's not listening to any disrespect.

This leads her down a rabbit hole of slowly falling for you, all your alone time and special attention slowly bubbles into something she can't ignore.

So she sets up a cute little date for the both of you and asks you out, ready to accept either answer but being over the moon when you say yes.

After that people know not to whine about your indifference to them in front of her, because she will ban them from the bar and tell them they just need to work on their personalities.

Jerome is a people person, a proud man of community, so admittedly he is utterly bafflee by how little you care for everyone other than seemingly himself.

At first he's perhaps even put off by it, caught in the considerations of what it could mean without taking it at face value.

He's a grown man so he asks you about it eventually and after your simple and casual explanation he comes to accept it.

He's not one to tell others how to feel after all and despite your coldness to others it wasn't as if you were cruel to them, you weren't hurting anyone and he enjoyed your company.

And if he was honest after the beating the years had done to his pride, being so important to someone was almost needed.

Having your sole attention in a crowd of others was nothing like he'd experienced, even during his sermons, and he began to seek it out.

He enjoyed spending time with you alone, talking for hours about your interests and slipping into some debates here and there.

He felt challenged, appreciated and engaged whenever he was with you and it didn't take long to figure out he had feelings for you.

Figuring out how to go forward was a struggle for him, he hadn't considered being in a relationship for a long time but you sparked the want in him again.

After months of dancing around his feelings and trying to search for answers in prayers he invites you over for dinner to gauge your own feelings.

When it's out in the open you both feel the same the only thing left to do is accept it; so he laughs at how stupid he was being and asks you if he can take you on a proper dinner date.

He never truly understands your cold attitude towards people but he easily balances it out with his warmth and other people soon see you as a pair that cannot and should not be separated.

Faith seeing you be cold and indifferent to others the first time was like a dopamine hit, the cogs in her brain turned as a delighted smile spread across her face.

Realising all your affection, sweet smiles and joking words were solely reserved for her, made something in her do backflips.

She was hooked.

In a way she was somewhat similar, her sweetness to others was part of her darling act after all.

And perhaps it was an act towards you at first as well, but after seeing you go from apathetic to beaming upon seeing her she quickly changed her tune.

She reserved the genuine side of her just for you, the good and the bad.

She confided in you, trusted you like no one else and in turn you did the same.

She felt seen again, you made her feel real and like someone worth admiring.

Of course, as all addictions go she became antsy when she couldn't be with you, couldn't have your warmth showering over her.

She realised over the course of your friendship that she couldn't stand the thought of that warmth being directed at someone else.

Of losing you and having your smiles and secret whispers lost to someone who didn't deserve you.

So she confessed her feelings, promised to make every day more blissful then the next if only you stayed with her.

And you never had any intentions of leaving so of course you say yes.

And thus the project members hail you as their angel's brooding lover and protector, someone to be respected and equally admired despite your indifference to them.

[scribomaniac333]

Do you make more than one character per request? If not, you can choose which one you prefer to write, you’re the master wink wink

Anyhow, maybe a partner that likes hands for Nanami and Higuruma? (Separately) bonus point if they like to trace the veins on their hands ☺️

jjk x reader who specially likes hands.

featuring. nanami kento & higuruma hiromi (separately) || headcannon.

warnings. none.

notes. apologies for the wait, i had to research a bit.

nanami kento.

it all started when you traced his veins and tendons, that's when it clicked for him.

sure, he did notice how you preferred to hold his hand in crowded palces to not lose him, grab his index finger when you were nervous, kissed his hands when you two were alone.

but it didn't exactly striked as a preference, until now.

nanami is a reserved type, being so stuck on the future made him forget to live the present, now he struggles to show you proper affection.

so, he decided to do something nice for you.

out of nowhere, you noticed how his hands were softer and smelled so good.

it was the new pocket sized hand cream he bought, you confirmed the suspicion when, in one of your dates, you saw him take if off his front pocked before he could see you coming.

judging nanami, he didn't even know it was your favourite scent, he just picked the one with your favourite colour. he'd have a hard time admitting it if you asked.

a few weeks later, you noticed he had bought some pair of leather gloves, saying that it bothered him that his hands were getting calloused from work.

it didn't bother him, it bothered you, and you knew he got those just for you.

in a general sense, he would do these little things here and there just to indulge you in your tastes, but it would take a while to get him actively talking about it.

one day it would accidentally slip, when he says, without much thought: why aren't you holding my hand today?

he was so sure he only thought that, but the expression on your face was too priceless for it to just be a thought. you one hundred percent heard him. now he can't pretend to don't know about it anymore, you've never seen nanami so flustered before.

higuruma hiromi.

hiromi is a more blunt one, after noticing you playing around with hands over the time, almost if you were glued to it, he just asked what's the deal.

not to say he was pleasantly surprised, with a bit of disbelief, but pleased nonetheless.

that surely got him love drunk. average hiromi, a guy who wakes up and goes to sleep thinking about his work has such a beauty admiring a part of him.

for the first time in a while, you noticed higuruma actively avoiding eye contact with you, with that he also became more fidgety: playing with his tie, passing his fingers through his hair, but he would never take his hand away from you.

if you hold it, it's yours until you decided to let go.

because of his job, sometimes his hands are dirty with ink from his pens or markers; he once mentioned how he doesn't like how you get dirty because of him. after that, you notice he carries a little container of alcohol around his belt loops, so you won't get your hands dirty.

a few days after that, he suddenly appeared with bandaids on the joints of his index and middle finger, he told you it was because he didn't wanted to get a writer's callous, claiming it would ruin your experience.

at some point, you noticed how he keeps doing his work with one hand — you are holding the other — and how this feels a bit off, you take a time to analyse him and notice that you're holding his dominant hand.

if you point it out, he's going to give you an awkward laugh and spill the beans: he has been training how to use the computers and write with his other hand so you never have to move from your spot.

but without a doubt, the most flustering thing he did was, now he can almost sense when you're about to hold him; he got used to your mannerisms, after all. when he notices you're getting closer he starts flapping his hand around and then openning and closing it with force.

a bit weirded out by his behaviour, he explains without need for asking: this makes the veins pop more, and i know you like them; he tells you that without a single drop of shame in his face. you can already feel your cheeks getting warmer.

[bananapeeeeellssss]

I see your Bruce Wayne is dating Batman rumors and raise you this:

Everyone knows that Bruce Wayne is dating Batman. Everyone knows that Jason Todd is Red Hood. Everyone knows that Jason Todd is Bruce Wayne’s dead son. Everyone knows Red Hood hates Batman. This is all a very open secret. Everyone knows Tim Drake and Red Robin have a very public beef with one another. And that Red Hood used to have a very public (but much more violent) beef with the third Robin.

This leads to the general accepted truth being that Red Hood hates Batman because he is fucking his dad, and Tim Drake and Red Robin dislike each other because Tim’s brother beat up Red Robin, and, once again, Red Robin’s dad is fucking Tim’s. Everyone feels a little bad for Red Robin, being at the end of both Red Hood’s and Tim Drake’s distaste, because the former is a crime lord and the latter is Timothy Jackson Drake.

This, naturally, reaches the JL whom does not know Batman’s identity yet. Green Arrow makes a passing comment about having also fucked Wayne, which Batman overhears. Cue absolute bat confusion, which he does not show. And that was how the great Batman found out that he accidentally 100% enforced the rumors that he was dating himself by the way he replied to reporters strange questions that in hindsight were so incredibly obvious.

This whole time, Young Justice is having the time of their lives (while also becoming increasingly concerned) as they watch Tim switch between devices as he replies to himself on different accounts on Twitter to further his own feud with Red Robin.

And Jason is. Not sure how he feels. On one hand, Bruce is now very uncomfortable about many, many things. And people yell at Batman when he starts treating Jason like his son (especially when he yells “I’m not your son!” Because what kind of boyfriend would try to make their boyfriend’s kid their own when they clearly don’t want to be). That’s an upside. But on the other, this implies that he is Bruce’s son. And that brings up a lot of feelings he doesn’t want to deal with. And back on that first hand, people have mostly stopped making thirst traps of his dad (gross). And on the second once more, they have started shipping Red Robin and Tim.

And the others are just sitting back and enjoying the ride (they are absolutely a part of this, but I’m too lazy to type out and come up with ideas for the rest)

[sonadowsupremacy]

rough redraw of a comic inspired by the texting in bed meme. just fucking love this dynamic

idea creds: @keysandcrosses

[unicornpopcorn14]

So we all know by now that Dazai is comfortable enough around Chuuya to show nervousness/worry.

Enough times for Chuuya to pick up on that pattern. The pattern, may I remind you, that doesn't have evident correlation to either nervousness or worry to most people. One that can even be interpreted as misplaced given the situation.

Which means that Dazai has done this in front of Chuuya so often, that Chuuya at first was hella confused, before he finally made a connection between when and why it happens. And still remembered that connection after four years of separation. Which gets us to my point:

What if this isn't the only emotion Dazai displays weirdly?

What if he has multiple unconventional patterns he displays for sadness, frustration, content, or disgust? The times he really feels them, and they become too strong for him to just deal with normally? What if these are the only times he's actually being genuine with his emotions?

And Chuuya is the only one who is familiar with them all?

Dazai would be jumping rope and Chuuya would be like, "quit sulking, let's get icecream"

Dazai hanging upside down on the couch and Chuuya going, "It's okay, mackerel. You can cry."

Dazai actually crying, full on heart-wrenching sobs, and Chuuya unironically going, "What, good news?"

It's just... comforting, for one person in Dazai's life to read him like a book. Everyone else would look at him like he's crazy, displaying wrong emotions/behaviors at the wrong time, but Chuuya knows that it's just how he processes feeling properly, and thus he's the only one Dazai can count on to put things into context and understand, which makes him display them even more openly.

Because Chuuya never shamed him for his quirks, as much as Dazai never did his.

[skitastc]

Brownies❤

Ink!sans by Comyet

Palette Roller by angeutblogo

Paperjam by 7goodangel

Undertop!Gaster by stylincheetah

[0ne-eyed-ghost]

HI TUMBLR i'm completely new to this. enjoy my rambling HELLO TO THE CHONNY JASH HMS PEOPLEESPECIALLY . ! Expect more of this if I ever remember to post :] I've literally only been at this for ... 2 months.......?? 2 months into the fandom? And only like. a month of properly being fully invested. And I've already worked out my own designs ........ [Mostly.!] First up we have Heart !! First character I looked at designing due to being assigned them by my friend group [hi gang :) !!] This LITTLE - Anyway I have good emotions toward him and enjoy him so much...... /pos Feel free to ask me anything abt the design, notes or concepts behind it! I will ramble your ear off. Be prepared... ALL OF THIS IS ENTIRELY HEADCANNON OKAY !! dont kill me /silly

[dreamingofthewild]

I know this has been discussed before, but I can't stop thinking about what Gale was doing before the nautiloid.

In his origin playthrough Tara will mention that Gale left in a hurry. Gale tells us that, when he left, he had run out of magical items and Tara was somehow procuring them for him. He never left the house or interacted with anyone else.

Gale had a plan in his mind for how he was going to die. If you ask him, he tells you how he was going to go into the depths of the underdark, where there were little to no people, and poison himself. So he would go on his own terms, taking no one else with him.

The nautaloid during the opening scene is in Yatar, which is north-east of Waterdeep, and about a weeks travel by carriage.

Now, also, Gale wears very plain wizard clothes. And he has on him a true resurrection spell with a "game" to encourage people to revive him if he dies prematurely. All the spells he has in his arsenal are protection spells.

So I think Gale was in Yartar when the nautaloid picked him up.

Seeing his dwindling collection of magical artefacts filled Gale with a deep sense of dread. Tara's efforts to find more were becoming increasingly strained, each excursion taking longer than the last. She wasn’t young anymore, and Gale was tormented by the thoughts of the dangers she might be facing, all for him. Where was she even finding these rare items? The cost must be immense. Was she risking her life? He couldn’t bear it. This was his fault, his hubris, and no one else should have to pay for his folly.

The fear in Gale's heart grew, paralyzing him with guilt. He couldn’t let this continue. Noticing his sudden burst of activity—an unusual sight for someone who rarely left his bed these days—Tara grew suspicious. He assured her he was seeking a cure, and she had no choice but to believe him.

Determined to end this before Tara could persuade him to stay or, worse, join him, Gale made a rash decision. He planned to head north, hastily gathering his things. He cleaned his tower, donned his most basic robes, and prepared spells for protection. He knew he might have to rely on the kindness of strangers to survive, but he was prepared and ready to face whatever came his way.

In the dead of night, without a word to anyone, not even a letter to his mother, Gale fled. His heart was heavy with shame, and he couldn’t bear to say goodbye. He left Waterdeep behind, ready to succumb to his fate, feeling utterly worthless and unworthy. This was his penance, and he accepted it, even if it meant dying alone in a desolate place.

Alas, he only made it to Yartar. When we meet him, he is fearful and desperate. He doesn't want to die, but he it seems that fate has said otherwise. He dons a mask and pretends that everything is okay. How can it be okay when you've a bomb in your chest, a tadpole in your head, the countdown timer to oblivion is ticking fast but the only one who could possibly save you has abandoned you and at your at the mercy of a group of strangers.

[wisegirl25]

Silly excerpts from my Arcane High School AU

Vi: Pow-I mean Jinx! I need to talk to you for a sec

Jinx, without looking up from her phone: *flips her off and walks past*

Vi: *sputtering in disbelief*

Caitlyn: *holding in a laugh*

~

Viktor: And if you really think about it the properties of this element don’t exactly correspond with…

Viktor: Jayce are you listening? *snaps in front of his face*

Jayce: *staring at Viktor longingly*

Viktor, getting annoyed: Jayce! If you aren’t going to listen I’ll go find Jinx and do this project with her

Jayce, scrambling: Sorry! I’m listening go on

Viktor: …okay, anyways…*continues on his rant*

Jayce: *sighs contentedly and continues his staring*

~

Vi: Hear me out, we should try walking upside down

Jayce: Why?

Vi: Because if walking right-side up lets you walk on the floor…

Jayce: Walking upside down would let us walk on the ceiling!

Vi and Jayce: *fall on their faces immediately*

Caitlyn and Viktor: *facepalm*

~

Ekko: *casually on his way to class*

Jinx, running from the hall monitor: *grabs Ekko and pulls them both into a broom closet*

Ekko: Wha-

Jinx: *puts a finger to his lips* Shhh

Ekko: *unimpressed face*

Jinx, poking her head out of the door: Okay, coast is clear

Ekko: What do you want this time?

Jinx: Can’t I just want to hang out with my boyfriend?

Ekko: *raises an eyebrow*

Jinx: Can you buy me fries? Also I have a really cool idea for this invention…

Ekko: I guess we’re skipping fourth period then

~

Ekko and Jinx: *leaving Jinx’s room at Vander’s house looking clearly disheveled*

Vi, leaving her room to go get a glass of water: *makes eye contact with Ekko*

Ekko:

Vi:

Ekko:

Vi:

Ekko:

Vi: You little shit-

Ekko: *makes a run for it*

Vi: *chases after him*

Jinx, sighing: Not this again

Lmk if y’all want more

I mayyy write a fic based on this AU stay tuned

xoxo

[lordedlady]

crazy ‼️

[pressureplus]

❤️ Sebastian Solace Cuddling Headcannons❤️

Warnings: N/A

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• Honestly, considering how much of him is covered in scales? This man stays cool.

• Like a pillow that you've just flipped over to the cold side, but he stays that way literally all the time, not cold enough to chill you but definitely not a source of heat of you're already chilly

• All that said he is 100% a cuddler

• He doesn't produce enough heat to warm himself to a comfortable human temperature so that's what you're for : )

• His chilly ass clawed hands will creep up your warm sides and squeeze, already pushing up against you because GOD you are just a cute little toasty thing, aren't you?

• Has probably snuck up on and spooked you with the former bullet point

• If you aren't careful he will just grab you and stick you in his coat so he can have you with him for the day

• Wants to cuddle frequently, even if it's just holding your hand, he'll take what he can get

• Man's starved for any affection, please treat him like he's desirable and not a giant fish creature

• The way he curls up with you under the blankets in his makeshift bed, snuggling in the back room behind his shop that he calls his own, is so loving and sweet when no one's looking

• He's mean and sassy and rude but when you're having the good snuggle time you aren't getting a WORD of it, he needs the good touch and isn't gonna push it

• You only get any of this if he trusts you. A lot.

• He wraps his body around you like a Snek, frequently doing those little tongue flickies

• The ear fins? Wiggling. The fishy tail? Waggling. It's very easy to guess how pleased he is with any amount of affection and attention that you have to give him

•. . . No matter how hard he tries to convince you like five minutes after you're done that he finds you annoying, know that he loves you, it's just hard for him to admit he likes the attention verbally

• Holds you like you're a beautiful ocean treasure and he is the sea monster that guards it ❤️

[derelictlovefool]

Currently obsessing over the idea of a sleeper build gn!Deputy with either the seeds or the hope county folks! I'm talking someone how can absolutely chuck a Peggy across a room like Vi did Savika while looking nowhere near strong enough to pull it off

Okay but now you're going to make me obsess over this; across the board you're getting an overwhelming response of shock and surprise, everyone is stopping in their tracks when they see you really show off your pure strength and resilience.

Sharky, Hurk and Nick would hoot and holler the first time they really see you in action; turning into your own personal hype team anytime they tag along with you.

The first time you launch a Peggie over a truck and take down three guys with nothing but your hands Sharky is all but swooning and shaking your shoulders, asking why you were holding out on all of them. Hurk falls over in his attempt to avoid getting hit by a VIP Peggie who got boomeranged using their own bat and he calls you some obscure superhero that just has you laughing and shrugging it off. Nick sees it from his plane and as soon as he lands he’s clapping you on the back and begging you to teach him how to do that.

The three of them boast about you being a badass, way less wimpy superman to whoever will lend an ear and no doubt it does boost your reputation within the County rather quickly; not that everyone believes them.

Mary May and Jerome are more than caught off guard, when you came rocking into Falls End to free them they’re expecting you to slink around and do things quietly due to your size but as soon as you lift a Peggie twice your size in one smooth motion they let go of all the preconceptions about you. They shower you with gratitude and get more than over-eager to sign you up for all sorts of missions across Holland Valley; to say they have confidence in your abilities after that display would be an understatement.

John and Faith brush it off as the three stooges spouting their regular nonsense while Joseph and Jacob are a bit more weary. Jacob saw quite a few small, feeble looking soldiers holding their own weight and using the enemy underestimating them to their advantage; he would never make that mistake. Joseph had a gut feeling you were more than you appeared, so he kept an open mind to the rumours of your strength being true.

When John first sees you in action it’s when you’re causing chaos in his bunker, instead of trying to escape you delved deeper and deeper after him and Joey; hellbent on freeing your colleague. John had never felt like a cornered animal in quite the same way he had when he saw you toss his chosen like they were sacks of sand; he was only thankful the reinforced steel doors where enough to keep you at bay. He obviously relayed the information to his siblings, which allowed them to be a bit more prepared for their own encounters with you.

Jacob was impressed and intrigued, he wanted to see you in action and he didn’t have to wait long. A few missteps had you at St Francis in no time and watching you tear through his trials like a starving wolf in a chicken coop was something to behold, there was really something artful about it. You even almost got to him, charging through three of his men like they were a flimsy fence made up of matchsticks. But while you had strength that didn’t do much to stop Bliss bullets putting you down.

Faith's encounter with you was not quite so violent or harrowing, for either of you. She had her own trials for you, tests to ensure you were worthy. While disappointed by how feverishly you clung to the past and your vices, unwilling to fall into her guiding hands she couldn’t deny she admired the way your unassuming figure twisted and flexed as you ploughed through her angels. It made her itch to get you under control, placating such a powerful person would not only impress the father but give her yet another step up the food chain.

Joseph is outwardly unmoved by your shows of strength, the crease in his brow the only indication he was affected. He could see you knew how to use all your available skills to your advantage and throwing people off guard by being unassuming was one of the most dangerous. Seeing how ferociously you defended the people who put you up on a pedestal was terrifying, but also inspiring. It wasn’t long after his mind filled with visions of you using that ferocity for his family instead of against it, you would be invaluable—but he couldn’t tell if that was a path you’d ever tred.

Your muscles were sore and ached, each shuffled crouch run and ducking down onto your bruised knees made you wince. Any more of this crap and you were gonna go down one day and not get up again, the thought was gloomy and hung over you every time you woke up. This was life for you right now and you just had to deal with it. You sucked in a deep breath through your nose before pushing yourself up, racing through a narrow alley and ducking behind some barell's. Your knees dug into the dirt, sweaty and bare shoulder leaning into the cool, rusted metal. You clutched the shovel you'd found in one of the dingy store rooms in your hand and peaked around just enough to see three Peggies frantically searching for you.

One was coming towards you, one heading up stone steps into the small warehouse while the other was shouting down their radio and holding their machine gun steady at their side. You duck back and wait with baited breath as you listen to the Peggie approach, once he passes you it takes only a few seconds to leap up, tuck your shovel against his neck and wrench him to the ground. You hold either side if the shovel as he crashes into you chest, you hold the pressure on his windpipe as he lashes around, dropping his gun as he tries to wrench the shovel away—it's no use of course. You can feel your muscles working hard but not as hard as you can push them, it's almost too easy to overpower the guy and in a minute or two he falls limp against you.

It's almost like pushing off a blanket as you roll his body off of you and gather yourself again behind the barell's, trying to peek through them and see if the other Peggie has moved at all. Your scuffle apparently went unheard but they latch their radio back onto the belt and start heading towards a ladder to the roof, that sort of advantage would be inconvenient at best and you make a split decision to get up from your hiding spot. You go wide, giving you enough time in their blindspot to gain enough distance to be hitting their legs out from under them before they have enough time to pull their gun on you.

On their way down however their fingers tighten over the trigger and bullets fly, clipping your hair and getting close enough to your ear that you hear ringing as you knock their gun out of their hand land a dizzying blow to their nose. Their disorientation let's you get a few free hits in, just enough to incapacitate them and take them out of the race for this fight. You hear boots crunching in the dirt and you turn just in time to see the butt of the gun above you before it cracks down against your cheekbone. You fall into the Pegfie under you and groan in pain, the nerves in your face exploding unpleasantly.

You raise a hand and grab a fistful of the Peggies shirt, pulling your back into their knees and aimlessly clawing your other hand in their air until it could also find purchase in some fabric. The Peggie laughed, amused by what she mistook as disoriented and pitiful attempts to block her attack, but it was soon cut short as you dug your heels into the dirt and used your body to lift her off the ground and toss her over your head. She yelped and cried out as her body crumpled into the ground, sliding and knocking into a tree with a loud thumb. She groaned as she hit the ground, pulling herself up and looking at you with a mix of anger and fear.

She hadn't been expecting that and was obviously off-put by your apparent strength but just like you she wasn't in this fight to be the one to go down and she collected herself as you did. Both of you down to your fists as you got to your feet, as she raced forward, you waited and watched. Dodging to the left you brought your leg up and dug your knee into her stomach, her body curling around it like a speeding car wrapping around a pole. You push her back and land a punch to her chest and then her cheek, trying not to give her time to recover as you hammer into her. She lands a messy punch to your jaw but it doesn't have enough weight to stop you.

You swivel, grabbing her arm and pulling the same trick to launch her and toss her into the ground. Your body can feel the strain from tossing another human around, her weight straining your tendons and tiring you out. But the second knock to the ground followed by a knock-out worthy punch was enough to put her down for good. You panted, throat scratchy and coarse as you kneeled over the bloody face below you. God, you could not wait until you never had to do this again, you were tired of this. All of it.

But hey, there was one more outpost down. Ain't that nice?

Faith didn't particularly think so, staring down the monitor at your blurry and bloody visage as you limped to meet the Hope County citizens rushing towards you with joy on their faces. They were hopeless and misled. They rejoiced when they should have been weeping, what you did wasn't justice—it wasn't freedom. It was just making a big mess of things, especially for her. She chewed on her nails as she counted off her outposts you'd taken over now, at this rate Joseph would… Well, there was no knowing what he'd do. Faith frowned, but her eyes lingered on the bodies you left beaten into the ground.

For such an unassuming little thing, you'd really done a number on them, she'd never seen someone toss another human like a ragdoll before. She had a feeling Jacob would be thrilled to hear about it, not that she really felt like telling him. She zeroed in on your face again, exhausted and obviously only accepting the praise out of obligation. You were proving to be more than she thought, so much stronger than any of them had thought you possibly could be. You were dangerous, and she wanted to pick you apart and put you back together—if she could only figure out how. Getting you under her thumb would wipe the slate clean, no more disapproving scowls and dark glares would be tossed her way during their family meetings.

She made up her mind. It was time for another visit, if she couldn't get through to you this time, then she would just have to get rid of you.

[seagull9111]

HEADCANNON that will did not in fact come out when nico confessed to him he actually came out years ago to camp and told nico the first day he was in the infirmary without hesitation.

[dabigbird]

[pfhwrittes]

taking a leaf out of @syoddeye’s book and talking about divorced versions of the 141 under the cut.

(pass me the emergency cigarette 🚬)

trigger warnings: controlling financial behaviour/financial abuse, stalking, referenced off screen masturbation, religion/catholicism, implied blowjob (johnny receiving), noncon.

pairings: john price x gender neutral reader, simon “ghost” riley x gender neutral reader, john “soap” mactavish x gender neutral reader, kyle “gaz” garrick x gender neutral reader.

a little unedited drabble typed up on my phone for you all 💜

18+ only please and thank you due to suggestive content below the cut!

look, sy said it best with their posts when it comes to ex-husband john price.

he’ll let you stretch out your leash, let you go running into the arms of another person if he has to, but remember sweetheart — he made vows to do right by you and he plans on keeping them.

monthly maintenance payments, paid in a hand delivered envelope of cash, are a regular occurrence. every third thursday of the month he darkens your doorstep. the envelope is fat with five pound notes and he takes great pleasure in making you count it all out in front of him every time.

he also doesn’t tell you that he still has access to the online portals where you he pays your electric and water bill. silly thing, he understands divorce is hard but really you should’ve noticed that you haven’t received a bill from them in years. however, if he spots that wet blanket you call your new partner sniffing around again he’ll happily let you freeze…

simon riley swore until “death does you part” and he means it.

you can move addresses, change your number, delete and remake your social media presence under a new name as many times as you like but while there’s still breath in his body and grave dirt under his nails, you are his.

don’t fight him, you were the first soft perfect beautiful good thing in his life and like a dog on a scent he will always find you.

your new place is nice, love, but you really should get them locks looked at. did he mention that he loves the new underwear you bought? no? that’s alright he’ll leave you a token of his appreciation spattered on the soft material of the gusset for you to find later…

johnny mactavish was married under the eyes of God, and what God has brought together let no man tear asunder. what’s that hen? you married him in a different ceremony? aye, he knows. you married him in a different ceremony. he married you as a Catholic.

don’t worry bonnie thing, he’ll let you atone for your numerous sins. start with some Hail Marys on your knees and don’t even think about moving your hands from the zip on his jeans. if you’re good he’ll let you take Communion. if you’re bad, well, you know what they say about washing the mouths of sinners out with soap…

kyle garrick makes your divorce proceedings as easy and as amicable as possible. he doesn’t accuse you of finding love elsewhere, he doesn’t beg to stay in the housing on base the two of you share. in fact as soon as he’s presented with the no-fault paperwork he signs and moves out that day with a lingering kiss to your cheek and a murmur in you ear that he’ll come to you immediately if you need anything, babe.

what you don’t know is that eight weeks before you got up the guts to ask for a divorce, he spotted your search history on the clever bit of kit he installed on your phone and put in a request to dissolve your housing agreement.

times ticking babe, even though you don’t know it, you’ve only got four weeks left on your tenancy and twenty weeks until proceedings start. don’t worry, he knows there’s no hard feelings. he even put your favourite sheets on the bed in his new flat off base — where he plans on keeping you until that silly idea of a divorce has leaked out of your ears under all the affection he plans on smothering you with…

[blkbbyprincess]

freaked’ out! arcane!vi x blk! reader nsfw & mention of weed

the notorious aroma of freshly smoked loud mischievously drafted throughout the corridors of your home, curling around every piece of furniture and every surface, leaving a fragrant path that led straight to your room upstairs.

if anyone were to take a whiff of your environment right about now, they’d assume you were indulging yourself in a leisurely escape in the comfort of your space; but what they wouldn’t know is that you and vi were actually going round for round by blunt and by orgasm.

to be specific; you were riding vi crazy like a cowboy on a horse; gripping onto your black, suade kuromi comforter in right front of your closet mirror with red leds to create the perfect slutty vibe.

“fuckk- you’re so beautiful mama.” vi breathed out- taking a long inhale of your shared blunt as she watched as you struggle to bounce up and down on her gorgeous red siliconed cock; which matched with her red and black shadow the hedgehog boxers that she remembers you giggling at before pulling them down minutes prior due to the heavy amount of weed in your system.

she couldn’t keep her reddened eyes off how good you were fucking yourself on her; how good you looked with your curls sticking to your forehead all because of how bad you’ve been craving her all week, and how bright your golden hello kitty nipple piercings glistened in her face while you quivered going up and down on her cock.

“mmhmm, thankk youu thank y-youu.”

she couldn’t tell if you were thanking her for being filled up so full by her, or the compliment. you were too fucked out and fucked up to care as you were jumping up and down like a bunny; covered in her sweat and yours; desperately climbing towards the relief of your release.

your breasts intimately bumped up with her smaller ones; brown nipples finding their way brushing past her pink ones occasionally with each unsteady bounce on her strap as your arms loosely wrap around her collarbones; hands finding their way to her upper back unintentionally tracing her tattoo occasionally.

with her shirt pulled up between her teeth; struggling to keep quiet; vi watched every movement of yours while on top of her, like how your lengthy deep brown coils jumped up and down freely along with every jolt and jump you made on her. or how beautifully your melanated skin glistened with an almost translucent- glow in sweat even in the absence of bright light.

she often gets lost in thought at the fact that she’s seriously won the lottery; like big time. she still isn’t sure to this day how she managed to win your heart, but she is thankful in every way when she gets to be reminded over and over again every night that you’re truly a gem.

her diamond.

“woah, slow it down baby don’t hurt yourself ‘m not goin anywhere.” she snickered as she flicked the last of the roach into the nearby ashtray. vi wasn’t dumb, she knew when you have had enough, you’d stop; but she just liked to toy with you to rile you on and hopefully encourage you to go a little quicker so she can see your womanly arousal dripping down the toy; staining the fabric of the harness.

“can’t ‘ts too mhhmm good.”

you continued to rapidly rise and drop your body; completely disregarding vi’s warning, looking down at the space in between you and vi, watching closely at how her strap went inside of you and out repeatedly at your will; all while ferociously biting your bottom lip until it started to draw a small amount of blood.

you began to giggle to yourself at the thought that you were so cockdrunk; you could care less about a little bleeding that you would have freaked out about on any other occasion. nonetheless; you threw your soft, coily locs backwards out of your face to get a better look at your frame in the mirror to your left.

you radiated with utmost confidence, fully aware of your power and with a thrilling sense of control, you were well past ready to show vi a real good time- completely at your command. in a surprising twist, you let go of her, your fingers gliding teasingly down her neck to her v-line, before delivering a gentle push to her abdomen.

“baby, what ‘r yo-.”

without even fully registering what was happening due to the effects of the weed, vi’s head and the back of her torso had already touched the mattress

she briefly expressed concern on her face as you began to actually slow down and stop; only for you to start back up again, but this time you weren’t bouncing aggressively on her cock; you were grinding on it.

you wanted to make sure that you pushed up into her soo good, that she could swear she was feeling your pussy forreal. you began to slowly drag your clit over the base of the toy; leaning into vi’s face and gently intertwining your hands into her hair before removing them to grasp your perfectly crafted brown titties and squeeze them right in her face; giving her quite a show with nipple piercings included.

“g-gods _______, don’t do this to me, y’know i wanna touch y-you.”

“beg for it and i may.”

she hated begging; but for you, she’d become the best one the world’s even seen, so without hesitation she pleaded with you at her very best.

“please, please let me touch you ma, i’ve been real good.”

you put a finger over your lips and tapped in while pretending to think for a couple seconds while hovering over her scarred ones. since she was going to mess up what you had planned at first, you decided to ask her for a small favor in return; something you were sure she’d feel for certain later.

“only if you let me strap you next time.”

vi deadpanned at you for a moment before expressing a twinge of playful annoyance.

“fine, but you’re fuckin’ freaked out, y’know that?” she said with a giggle before sitting up and removing her strap out of you. vi wastes absolutely no time sliding her harness down from her waist and letting it fall off the side of the bed with a clunk. you observed her movements carefully; eyeing her facial expressions and body language, hoping she wasn’t pissed off at you for suggesting such a thing.

she stood on both of her feet and cupped your pretty little face before going in for one sloppy kiss; pushing some of her weight on you, letting you fall on your back with her now topping over you.

“mmmh, you smell so sweet, like a cupcake baby.” she said in the kiss as she started to pinch and grope your breasts; sliding her fingers down to your nipples to play with the sensitive gold metals punctured through them. the sweet, sugary smell of your perfume intoxicated her lungs and coerced her to squeeze every inch of your body and lean into you more, almost as if she were trying to get herself to share the same scent on her body.

she was finally about to get the reaction she had been hoping for all night when she began to guide her hands through your curls from the back of your head and run her hands through them; catching onto yet another scent of what smelled like warm coconut and mint. a satisfied expression masked her face when she realized she was drawing moans and whimpers from your throat; vibrating on the tip of her tongue just from breathing in every inch of you so intensely and intimately.

vi slid her tongue out of what felt like the deepest part of your throat and dragged it down your neck, kissing and leaving bites that were sure to show up later in deeper hue. you groaned at the absence of her wet muscle inside of your mouth; but she wouldn’t leave you dissatisfied for too long, she knew better.

she didn't intend to tease you; it was just hard for her to get past how breathtaking you looked right in front of her. it wasn't unusual for you to be stunning, but she couldn't help but admire how your beautiful, glowing brown complexion stood out against her slightly tanned one when your hands were intertwined during the kiss. it completely changed her perspective on the saying "the darker the berry, the sweeter the fruit," because before meeting you, she never realized just how sweet that fruit could really be.

she looked up from where she marked your body with cute little pecks from her lips near your belly button, and saw the eagerness in your expression just from how you were involuntarily biting your lip again.

“already so needy to get eaten, don’t worry baby i didn’t forget.” she grinned as she kissed her way down a little further making her way towards your gooey, aching heat; making sure to squeeze at the fat of your thighs before delivering a light slap at your ass making you yelp at the unpredicted action of hers.

“i-i don’t think she can wait n-no longer baby.”

vi knew exactly what you meant by she; obviously referring to your sweet pussy, so to play along with this new title you’ve given your goods, she pulls herself up from where she was on the lower end of your body, and slid her way towards your right ear to whisper real close-

“i think she can, she won’t mind if i take a little more time with you first right?”