#I HOLD THESE HEADCANNONS LIKE GEMS

[hanawrites404]

Your post earlier caught my eye, this was my interpretation. Hope you find it interesting x

Jackson Rippner Domestic HCs -

I think he’d be a bit over protective, the guy that has to sit facing out at a restaurant so he can see what’s going on around him.

But of a pain to live with, it’s obvious in the film he’s a tad sexist so I feel like he doesn’t do much to help around the house.

Strangely he makes an insane cooked breakfast.

He’d rather stay in and watch a movie with the you than go out in a dinner date, he likes the quiet life after his mad career.

He refuses to live in the suburbs because the idea of becoming too ‘domesticated’ terrifies him! Certainly not the kind of guy who wants kids and a house with a white picket fence.

He likes it when you sit on the sofa together and you lie with your head in his lap, he finds it soothing to stroke your hair.

He gives the best hugs if you’ve had a stressful day and knows when you just want someone to listen to you. Absolutely cannot stand it when you cry.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

OH LAWD I WOULD DIE FOR SHENHE AND SARA

Could you do some headcannons about their S/O being overly sweet towards them? Imagine them getting Shenhe tons of gifts and hugging her like a Koala holding onto a tree. Or Sara’s S/O straight up pulling out their archery skills just to get her attention and try their hardest to break her “professional” behaviour just to see her blush. GAAAA JUST IMAGINING THEM SOUNDS SO CUTE!

(Genshin Impact) Shenhe and Sara's S/O being overly affectionate

THE GAP MOE IS REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL

Shenhe had not received any kind of physical affection in a very long time.

It's not as if she did not have anyone caring for her, Cloud Retainer and the Traveler certainly did.

But the love S/O gave to her could not be compared to anything in her life.

At first, S/O wanted to gift her many things, but since she didn't really have a house, she had to decline many of their bigger gifts.

Instead, she kept smaller items like a necklace adorned with a beautiful light blue gem in the middle, resembling her vision.

And her body did not budge whenever S/O hugged her with full force, though that was due to her being extremely strong.

(Shenhe) "I wish to return your affection wholeheartedly, S/O, but I cannot."

S/O looked at Shenhe curiously, their smile still wide.

(S/O) "Why?"

(Shenhe) "I don't think your body could withstand it."

(S/O) "Oh come on, we can try!"

Shenhe then complied.

S/O was out of breath for nearly half an hour.

Regardless, it was something they did not regret.

Whether it was hugging, kissing, giving gifts, S/O loved to figuratively (And sometimes literally) smother her in any type of love.

Shenhe's face mostly remained unchanged, but her heart seemed to race everytime she felt them in her arms.

There were many times when they shared a bed, S/O would just hold onto her, arms and legs trapping her in place.

It felt strange, but Shenhe did not mind.

If S/O was safe and happy, then she was as well.

===

S/O and Shenhe had gotten a fair distance away from Liyue Harbor. Not too far in case if trouble followed them and civilization was too far, but they could be left alone in the confines of nature comfortably.

Something Shenhe appreciated. She could simply enjoy S/O all to herself. They were planning to camp out together, if only just for a little bit.

She felt their hands wrap around hers, eagerly standing closer as they moved closer to put their head on her chest.

Shenhe made no sound, but S/O could tell that she was at ease. The way her shoulders slumped, eyebrows raised, and the faintest dusting of pink rose to her cheeks.

(S/O) "I'm really happy I get to spend the next few days with you, Shenhe!"

(Shenhe) "I am as well. But-"

Shenhe slowly stepped back, making sure her hands were still holding S/O. She tilted her head and asked S/O with her tone of voice lightly hinted with concern.

S/O took a moment to think about their answer while Shenhe continued.

(Shenhe) "The mountains can get quite cold at night as well."

(S/O) "That's what you're here for!"

S/O lovingly stood closer, and nuzzled their head onto her shoulders.

(S/O) "I'll be fine to sleep anywhere as long as you're with me, Shenhe. Besides, I packed a tent and everything we need!...Well, that I need."

Shenhe nodded and sat down, her hand still tightly gripping S/O as they sat with her on the grass. S/O began cuddling onto her, both of them silently watching the clouds above slowly drift away.

Her heart throbbed when she felt their hand wrap around her waist, though it was not out of pain as she quickly learned in the beginning of their relationship.

In truth, Sara is quite easy to fluster, whether it be from teasing or affection.

Unfortunately for her, S/O provided much of both.

Sara did prefer to keep their relationship private for both the sake of her pride and for their personal safety, which S/O thankfully mostly complied with.

But whenever it was just the two of them, S/O would hold nothing back.

(S/O) "Sara!"

S/O almost tackled her in a hug, if she weren't prepared then they would have both fallen over.

But, it was something Sara secretly found endearing. S/O would not get to hear that however, lest they somehow get even more lovey-dovey.

(Sara) "It's nice to see you too, S/O."

She gave them a firm hug back before gently pushing them back.

(S/O) "I can make you some Onigiri, go ahead and sit down!"

Never once in her life did Sara think she would walk into such a loving home after days of work.

But Sara was happy to have S/O provide her the love she never knew she wanted.

===

Sara sighed as S/O happily held her hand to a nearby food stand.

The vendor in question seemed shocked at S/O holding the hands of the General of the Tenryou Commission so casually, while Sara had to avert meeting their gaze. of confusion.

(S/O) "One stick of dango, please!"

As the vendor nodded, the memories of how this even happened came rushing back to her head.

...

(S/O) "Sara, if I can hit this bullseye, you have to go on a date with me in the city!" Sara raised her eyebrow at S/O's sudden challenge. They had a bow and a single arrow in their hands, pointing a crudely made training dummy with layers of circles on its chest. (Sara) "Where is this coming from, S/O?" (S/O) "Kind of a mix of things, honestly. One: I just want to impress you. And two: I want to treat you to something nice, but you won't let me!" Sara chuckled, rather too confidently if S/O were to add. (Sara) "While I do appreciate the thought, you have no need to do so-." (S/O) "I have every need to do so if I get to see you blush and have that cute frown!" Well, they were already doing that. Rather effectively too. (Sara) "Alright, I accept your challenge." Sara crossed her arms as she stood behind S/O. Their arms were wobbling at the strength, but she could tell they were trying to mimic the way she drew her bow. (Sara) "Hm, I doubt they're going to-" Before she could even finish, S/O let the arrow go and she watched, much to her horror, the arrow pierce the center circle. (S/O) "HAHA! I DID IT!" They turned towards her, a star gleaming in their eye. (S/O) "Let's get some dango together!" (Sara) "I-In the city?" (S/O) "Where else, silly?" Sara opened her mouth to protest, but she did make a promise after all. That was on her for underestimating the lengths S/O would go to spoil her. And there was also that smile of theirs that made her mind haze...

...

Sara sighed as she walked away from the vendor, noting that people were beginning to stare.

Before moving to walk away from the open sight of the streets, she turned to S/O, scratching the side of her head in a nervous tick.

(S/O) "I know I am!"

S/O punctuated with a big grin, before thankfully, leading Sara away from prying eyes.

[gurokiitty]

hii!! i love all of ur writing and headcannons so much, would there be any chance you could write about strade kidnapping reader who just so happens to be a virgin? he knows about this thanks to some talking beforehand at the bar and later brings it up. he ends up taking their virginity (unwanted hehe) thanks a lot if u write this !! 🙈🙈🙈 feel free to change the consent !!

a/n: tysm! as a certified virgin™️, yes i can!!! <3 hope you enjoy :3

IN THE WOLF'S DEN

{ strade x virgin! gn! reader }

word count: 2.2k

warnings/tags: NSFW (graphic), NONCON, build-up, brief alcohol use, kidnapping, violence, knifeplay, blood and injury, licking and biting, mild corruption themes, loss of virginity, creampie.

Your fingers glide along the rim of your glass, tracing patterns in the condensation that pools beneath your touch. Amidst the cacophony of voices in the bar, his presence stands out, a solitary figure who commands your attention. He emerges from the crowd, his sharp features softened by the warm lights, and his eyes gleam with a dangerous allure, drawing you in with each step he takes. He slides onto the stool beside you, effortlessly claiming the space as his own.

"Name's Strade," he offers, his voice smooth and accented. You introduce yourself in return, feeling the weight of his gaze as you shift nervously in your seat.

"You look like you have something on your mind," he observes, taking a sip of his drink. You're taken aback by his directness, but something about him draws you in, a magnetic pull you find impossible to resist.

You swallow, nerves dancing beneath your skin as you meet his gaze. His presence is overwhelming, yet oddly comforting. "I guess so," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper, "but it's nothing I'd share with a stranger."

His chuckle ripples through the air, a low sound that sets your pulse alight. "Ah, but aren't strangers the best confidants? No judgments, no preconceptions."

His words resonate within you, coaxing a nod of agreement. "I suppose you're right," you concede, turning your gaze back to him.

You begin to open up, sharing things you've never told any stranger before. You tell him that you're alone, that your family lives in a different city, that you feel the most lonely you have in your adult life. The words spill freely from your lips and he listens with an intensity that both unnerves and excites you. And then, almost as an afterthought, you confess a truth you've kept hidden for so long— the truth of your virginity.

Strade's reaction is immediate, his lips curling into a wolfish grin. "A virgin," he muses, his voice edged with amusement, "how intriguing."

A flush blooms across your cheeks, a blend of embarrassment and exhilaration at his reaction. Your fingers linger on the rim of your near-empty glass, his gaze holding you captive.

"In what way?" you ask, a small thrill pulsing through your veins.

Leaning closer, his smile widens, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "It's not every day you find someone so… untouched. It makes you unique, like a rare gem."

Your pulse quickens at his words, but before you can respond, the bartender interrupts; a temporary reprieve. You hastily order another drink, the liquid a balm for your nerves.

As the night wears on, you lose yourself in conversation, the sounds of the other patrons fading into insignificance. Only when the bar begins to empty does reality come crashing and you realize it's time to part ways.

"I should get going," you say, pushing yourself away from the bar. "I have an early morning." Before you can take another step, he's beside you, his hand grazing yours in a tantalizing caress. "Allow me to walk you to your car," he offers, his eyes twinkling with a dangerous glint.

There's part of you that hesitates, a silent warning echoing in the recesses of your mind; but the pull of his presence is undeniable, drawing you into his orbit once more.

The streets are quiet as you make your way through the night, the only sound is the soft shuffle of your footsteps on the pavement. You steal glances at him out of the corner of your eye, his silhouette a dark shadow against the moonlit sky.

As you round a corner into a dimly lit alley, the air suddenly thickens with an ominous tension. Your heart quickens its pace, a silent drumbeat of warning, and in an instant, he's upon you, pinning you against the rough surface of the alley wall. His grip is firm, almost bruising, as he leans in close, his hot breath fanning across your face.

"Don't make a sound," Strade whispers, sending shivers racing down your spine. His smile, once charming and enticing, now twists into something dangerous; like a predator revelling in its prey.

Panic surges within you as you struggle against his hold, your pleas swallowed by the gaping alley. With a sickening thud, your head meets brick and stars explode behind your eyelids as darkness descends like a shroud.

You awaken to the unforgiving glare of fluorescent lights, your head pounding with a dull, insistent ache. Disoriented, you blink against the harsh brightness, your surroundings slowly emerging from the haze. No longer are you in the alley; instead, you find yourself in a musty basement, the air thick with the scent of damp and decay.

Your heart lurches as you shift, feeling a cold metal pole press into your back and your arms bound tightly behind it. Panic claws at your insides, fueling a desperate struggle against the restraints.

"Ah, you're awake already?" Strade's voice cuts through the silence like a blade, sending a shiver down your spine. You turn your head to see him descending the stairs with an unsettling grace, his silhouette looming like a spectre in the dim, flickering light.

"Wha— What's going on?" you stammer, your voice trembling with fear.

He chuckles, a sound devoid of warmth, as he crouches to meet your gaze. "You don't remember? Our chat was going so well... You opened up to me about so many things,"

Dread coils in the pit of your stomach as your naivety sinks in like a lead weight. "Please, let me go," you plead, shrinking back against the cold metal pole, trying to distance yourself from him.

But he only smiles in response, seemingly unmoved by your desperation. "I wanted to get to know you on a more... intimate level," He explains, his tone disturbingly casual. "So I took you home."

Your breath catches in your throat as he moves closer, the heat of his body an unwelcome presence. With a swift motion, he withdraws a knife from his belt, the blade gleaming in the dim light.

"Please," you whimper again, tears clouding your vision. "I'll do anything, just let me go."

Strade laughs, the sound echoing in the confines of the basement. "Anything, huh?" he muses, that menacing smile still etched on his face. "Well then."

He places the knife on the floor and leans into you, his body pressing intimately against yours. He's so close you can smell him— a dreadful blend of sweat and petroleum invading your senses. Rough hands reach for the ropes binding your wrists, causing you to flinch. With deft movements, he begins to untie the knots, his fingers brushing over your skin in a way that makes your stomach churn.

The ropes fall away, and you gasp in relief, only to feel his hands seize your shoulders, shoving you back against the pole. Strade retrieves his knife and kneels before you, his bulky frame illuminated by the overhead lights.

"Now," he commands, gesturing with the blade, "strip."

You swallow hard, bile rising in the back of your throat as you meet his gaze. Slowly, with trembling hands, you begin to remove your clothes, the fabric rustling loudly in the silence of the basement.

Strade watches you intently, his eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin. You strip down to your underwear, your clothes a crumpled heap at your feet. The cool air of the basement chills your skin, and you curl into yourself, attempting to shield your body from his invasive gaze. He steps closer, his free hand brushing across your cheek.

"Have you ever stripped naked for anyone before?" he asks, almost tauntingly, his face mere inches from yours. You shake your head, your voice barely a whisper. "N-No," you manage to croak out, the response hanging between you.

Strade chuckles as if amused by your innocence. "I figured as much," he sneers, "A virgin in every sense."

He watches your reaction with a sadistic delight, savouring your fear— your vulnerability, as you shrink further into yourself.

"Aww, you're trembling," he observes, his eyes raking over your quivering form. "Niedlich."

With a sudden, brutal motion, he grabs your ankles, dragging you forward until you're sprawled on the ground before him. He crawls over you, his weight pressing heavily, the knife still firmly in his grasp.

Strade brings the knife to your chest, the cold steel kissing your skin before biting in with a sharp sting. You gasp, a cry of pain escaping your lips as the red line blossoms with warm, crimson buds. His eyes gleam with sadistic delight, his thumb pressing into the wound and smearing the blood across your skin.

"So cute," he repeats, his lips curving into a predatory smile. "I could just devour you whole!"

His tongue flicks out to trace a wet, humid stripe along your jaw, his putrid saliva mingling with your tears. "Hah... You taste sweeter than I imagined, Liebling," he purrs, and you shudder beneath him, the sensation both revolting and terrifying. His fingers then trail down your stomach, his touch like a brand against your skin.

"But you forgot something," he breathes, forcing your trembling knees apart.

Your blood runs cold as he carves a delicate line along your abdomen with the knife. He stops just below your navel and flattens the blade against your stomach, sliding it beneath your underwear. His movements are slow, deliberate, and you can feel the blade prodding the delicate skin of your groin.

Strade's breathing is quick and shallow, his breath warm across your face as the flush of excitement tints his cheeks. "Don't squirm too much," he whispers, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Without looking down, he begins to slice through the fabric of your underwear, the knife gliding effortlessly through the thin material. The sound of ripping cloth fills the silence, mingling with the rapid beat of your heart. As the last shred of fabric falls away, your body is laid bare, exposed and vulnerable beneath him.

He runs the flat of the blade over your abdomen once more, a sadistic smile spreading across his face as he revels in your fear. "So rein," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "So unbroken. It's almost a shame." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks, "but not quite."

As Strade sheaths the knife, you attempt to pull yourself away, the concrete chafing your palms with each drag. He follows close behind you, his cruel smile unwavering. Your heart is pounding in your ears as you desperately try to crawl faster, but it's futile. His hand clamps down on your waist with a bruising grip, yanking you back towards him.

You cry out in terror and frustration, the sound echoing in the desolate basement. He flips you onto your wounded stomach, your skin scraping painfully against the floor. With a sadistic grin, Strade forces your head down, pressing your cheek into the rough concrete. It bites harshly into your skin, and you can feel your tears mingling with the grime.

The metallic clink of a belt buckle sends a fresh wave of fear through you, and the sound of a zipper follows soon after. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as he positions himself between your legs, his weight pressing down on you. His hands roam over your body, squeezing and kneading, leaving blooms of purple on your tender skin.

His grin widens as he leans in, panting. "This may... sting a little," he taunts, his voice sticky against your ear.

"No! Wait!" you cry, your voice cracking with desperation. Your pleas are met with cold indifference as he slams into you, his cock worming past the resisting tissue and resting deep inside. A searing pain rips through your body, and you scream, the sound raw and guttural.

"Mmm, perfekt..." he huffs, revelling in your agony.

You choke on your sobs, the foreign sensation warm and heavy, and tearing with force. Something warm and wet trickles down your thighs, coating them—and him— in a cherry-red sheen. With each brutal thrust, your cheek grates against the rough concrete floor, the blistering ache engulfing your pleas. Strade shows no mercy, his movements relentless and punishing, each gasp and flinch you make fueling his perverse excitement.

"That's it," he breathes, heavy and strained. "Scream for me."

The pain blurs into a surreal haze, your mewls crumbling into incoherent moans and whimpers. Strade's weight is suffocating and his flesh is damp against yours; a clammy, sweaty layer uniting you both. His breath is hot and heavy as it mingles with the nauseating wet slapping between you.

His teeth drag threateningly along your shoulder as his thrusts become more frenzied. He curses against your skin before biting down hard on your neck with a sudden, primal urge. You yelp in pain and he cums, the warm spurts seeping deep inside your body.

Strade chuckles breathlessly as he pushes himself off of you, his eyes heavy and pupils dilated.

Your own eyes flutter open, puffy and glossed with tears as you roll over, curling into yourself on the unforgiving concrete. Through the haze, you dimly register the traces of your spit and blood splattered beside your face; the rough surface glittering almost beautifully under the light.

[sukioyakio]

Siren Sukuna

an:just more headcannon on this au,and more in sight of reader. Also maybe edited or not 😭 Part|, Part||, Part|||

TheifReader who has been stealing stuff all her life,and now she’s this Sukuna company for life.(and she did once not come back with food and ended up sleeping in an empty alleyway.And she after that day she learned her lesson about the spell he put on her,her whole half body hurted)

Theifreader Who completely amazes and terrified of Sukuna.And at times she wonder if she will one day his lunch.

It was a good afternoon at the new place,and reader was very pleased with watching the little fishes in the pond.Your smiling at how cute the fishes look. Until A large sea creatures with reddish scales just bite off the fishes body and then killed them with his hands.In which your mouth dropped in sadness and disgust. And then Sukuna coming up to the coming up to the shore where you were.Just to show you how he brutally killed the fish with just his teeth and nails. “W-wwhat ..w-why the Fishes,I-i would’ve got food” You said completey upset at him eating the fishes.As you watch him tear up the fish head so easily and eating it. As you see him look at you with a Uninterested look. “Don’t care about your opinions brat,I was hungry” he replied while he sides another fish in his mouth.As you gulp down saliva in horror. ‘Oh lord,why did you give me to him,he just gonna eat me up’ You mentally said,shaking your head to the horrible thought of it.

TheifReader Who just gets lost in sight of staring at Sukuna body,and at times you wonder how such a beautiful creature would have a scary presence.(Girl is completely oblivious to her little feeling for the damn fish),Whenever she get food in the afternoon and if she has extra time she’ll looks though rich folk house and try not to get caught up in the act of robbing jewelry or jewels that reminds her of the scary siren.And then brings to him as a gift from her. After she done running away from the guards.

After running a while from the guards and making sure that the food wasn’t too shaken up by all the running (she gets her food from a old friend who had known her since she started her life a thief and treated her like a family friend) when you got to the large pond,you walked around the grass and announced your arrival to a particular siren fish.You were more happy to show the jewelry you ahem borrowed from. ”Sukuna!!Im back from My visit” You announced once again,now continue walking towards the water fall,As you wait near where the water fall to see if the red siren would appear. As you watch the sky and sun shine turn it into it most beautiful colors.You put the plates of food onto the ground so you could glance at the jewelry you brought. Dangling it in the sky The red ruby shines with the sunlight making it look so beautiful and divine.It was a Necklace with gold base but the charm was a skeleton case in a ruby gem. ”Brat im here” Sukuna response with a big yawn on his mouth as he swim where your at.His face shows disinterested in what your holding. As you turn to see him at the shore of the pond,you smile at him;you quickly put the jewelry’s in your pocket and grab the plates of food.Now Sitting off in the shore as you give him his plate of food (ever since your first day of giving him food he clearly didn’t like vegetables very much but liked meat). You haven’t look at him or touch your plate yet. He quickly grab the plate and began chomping on the cooked meats.He could see that you had something to say to him,either it was another question or another story time. ”What is it women,You haven’t touched your plate yet or it because you think very highly of me and give it to me” Sukuna says with a tease and a smug smile as he plotted another steak into his mouth. You look at him with an ‘Are you seriously think that’ kind of face.You just mutter ‘as if’ underneath your breath.As you sip out a heavy sigh.And began talking.And as observant Sukuna is when reading your expression,he couldn’t read this one.Which has him curious about what it is. “It nothing,I swear” You said with an awkward smile waving your hands as to dismiss it.Sukuna wasn’t going to have you ditch what bothering you. ”Spilled it already brat” He replied with a glare of irritation at your attempt of dismissing your point. You flinch at his gaze as you started to speak. ”o-ok alright,I’ll just didn’t think you’ll like it,but I got you a small little gift,Well it almost got me stopped by the guards but I couldn’t stop myself from getting these jewelry.It reminded me of you so here it is” You rapidly spoke with a little shy smile scratching the back of your neck. As you go into your pocket and show the necklace and the other jewelry such as rings with red gems on it. You even stole some from the those stands that sell jewelry. As you show the necklace,while holding it with delicacies. If anything hearing you talk about how stuff reminded you of him made him feel something in heart that he had never felt in his entire fish existence. Which get this scary looking fish cheeks and ears red.Who just flick your forehead off,making you groan out in pain. You put the necklace down to rub your forehead But without asking him a simple question. “So Do you like it?Can I put it on you”You asked him with a cheeky smile,As you watch him covered his face his large hand.He doesn’t want to appear weak.He just grumble about how stuipd of a brat you have to be. “Ugrh no now just eat your food before I do it for you”

Siren Sukuna who still allows you to put on the necklace on;on the very next day.With some Grumbling and hissing he allow you.In which he couldn’t admit that he didn’t enjoy seeing how you smiled at him When you were done with puttting the necklace.

Siren Sukuna who at random days Tells you mini stories about his life,either it would be about the spells he could do or how many people he had killed in one day.

“I have family out there in the ocean” He says nonchalantly without a single thought to what he said,floating in the pond watching the clouds move and the sun shining down onto them with it warmth as well it breeze of cool air. As you were doing the same watching the sky with a small smile on your face,as you lay on the bright green grass. ”that cool. .. must be nice to have family there” You breathlessy says without a the need the need to continue on. You pause for a moment before riseing up from your position and turning your head to him with a confused face. ”arent your family just fishes,how can you called them family if you literally eat them?”You answered him with your hands animating how he eat fishes. ”No you fuck tard,How dumb are you,Brat.Never mind what I said.” He replied with irritation creeping up his face. “Nuh Uh!!Your not leaving nor swimming out this conversation”

Siren Sukuna hates whenever you ask him to do your hair,or help you brush the nuts off.Like what is he your maid or somthing.(he still does it,but at times he will tug down on your hair on purpose)

”OWW!!!Please Don’t fucking brushed so hard” You said with a mumbbling of how your head hurted. It was technically your fault for asking a siren to do your hair,and the first thing he bring is a fork (I could never use a little mermaid reference 🙄)He just replied with it your fault that you don’t have a high pain tolerance or not being able to do your hair. “Shut it brat you want your hair down or not”He harshly says. “Urghh fine stupid brunt fish” you replied as soon as you finish speaking another tug was done again.You cried out in pain and curses at Sukuna. And Sukuna smirking devilish.

Siren Sukuna Who randomly blurs out that he can use a spell to give him a human form just to see your reaction.

”WAIT!!Really?!?Then why don’t you use it fish!” You exclaimed loudly as you shakes your hands up in frustration as an angry pout is painted across your face. And a smug expression is painted on his as well. ”I Still dont believe you,Fried fish,how About you show me your big fat lie of a spell!” You announced to Sukuna with a disbelieving eyes staring down at Sukuna red orbs. ”And what make you think you are deserving to see my human form or matter of fact spell,maybe if you don’t talk for a whole day then I’ll be willing to show it to you” He says with confidence and proud,his voice carrying himself as you pout for a bit then put on a fake smile. ”you know how your pretty voice of a siren would do for me when I do my job aka stealing,quick answer FUCKING EASY!” You yelled at him with your hand crossed at him. You felt a sense of pain flatter on your shoulder,making you cry out in pain. You glare at Sukuna.Ofc Sukuna pinches you if you become to loud.

Siren Sukuna who doesn’t know or want to understand what he was feeling when you came back from the city all hurt and bloody.But he hated the most is when you came back to him like your left leg isn’t broken or the fact your shoulder is bleeding out blood because of a arrow.With a reassuring smile to think that he’ll be alright to see you like that.

It was your fault for thinking that you’ll be able to steal something from the royals house.The First thing that was wrong,was that you decided to steal something in daylight.You didn’t even get anywhere near the castle.Because you landed off and broke your left leg. But you push yourself to walk into the house and quickly walked into whatever room and steal anything.But right when you were going to walk out one of the royal guards saw you and yelled at you and yelled for backup.In Which your body was in fight or flight and you started to run as fast as you could even if it meant hurting your left leg. You were able to get on top of houses to jump onto other house so the royal guard couldn’t get you.But even that they were able to land a arrow onto your shoulder. All you thought was going back to the pond. When the guard shot you in the should you were going to jump down the last house,but you slip your landing badly,hitting your head onto the building but your made it,and continue to push the pain and run down onto the grass of the exits. But your head was bleeding and blood dripping from your head onto your face. Full on running,toward the pond and fully escaped the guards.You try to maintain your breathing while trying to keep focus on your movements and not the pain that radiates through your body.As you pass through multiple trees. When you made it to the pond you couldn’t even see clearly,holding your right arm close to at least stop the bleeding.You couldn’t think properly as you called out for a fellow fish. “S-sukuna!!-You cough up a bit of blood walking more closely to the pond before-Sukuna. . . I’m back.”You breathlessly spoke up,as your breathing was becoming more heavy and unsteady. Sukuna lazily got out of the little cave inside the water fall and now swimming up to the surface with a completely disinterested look. That until he saw you in that state,His eyes widened in fear or in shock or in anger he couldn’t tell. ”What the fuck happened!”He exclaimed in a harsh tone but lance with concern.Already in your direction.He could see that your breathing isn’t steady. And the fact you couldn’t even stand properly. “O-oh hi Sukuna… L-look what I got for. . Y-you” You replied barley properly with each other word your breathing get more shaky. You took out two bracelet pieces with a weak small. ”Fucking Brat!! I didn’t ask for that! I’m asking what the fuck happened to your body!!You can’t even walk or breathe properly!!Stop fucking smiling at him like that When your ass is fucking bleeding out so much”He yelled with a stern and cold voice as his eyes were filled with anger,fear,and worry. His heart beating and pounding against his heart.He fucking didn’t even know why he so scared if that what he calls it. “Ha-ha ��� you should look at . . . Yourself. . it was.. T-the guards”You said so weak and small before you could even get to give his bracelet.your vision turn black and you collapse onto the grassy ground. When Sukuna saw you collapse onto the ground his heart sank into a thousand pieces,He scream your name out as he quickly transformed into his human form and carried you into his large body. He started to perform his healing spells on you,as he curse multiple times underneath his breath,about how dumb you are and that he hates how you brings him things that he doesn’t need like your jewelry’s. He nevers wants to see you like this ever again.You made a deal with him and you will keep it.

Siren Sukuna Who makes sure to visit the city,especially to the royal guards and burn and killed multiple people with the same logo of the arrow that was used to shoot you in the shoulder. And when he was done he cancel his fire spell and Grabs him clothes for him to cover his naked body and some clothes for you too. (He says that he did this not for you,yea right.But for him to remember that he is still the strongest creature alive)

That all I wrote today,I hope you like this one,even though I Think I wrote a little too much 🥲

But if you have any suggestions or ideas or opinions on this please feel free to share them in the comments.

Made by @sukioyakio

also thank you for 180 followers

[tadpoletiddles]

(Idk if you do yandere) hear me out..... Soft!Yandere Branch x reader fanfic where he never allows them to leave the bunker under ANY circumstances because he's afraid that someone will take them away from him........ I know it sounds freaky but think abt it (it can be headcannons or smut idc 😃👍🏾)

(If your not comfortable doing yandere, I completely understand and won't force you to do something your not comfortable with :3)

𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Yandere Branch x Reader

(This one's gender-neutral)

Heyo!! So I've actually never written any yandere before, but I am so up for giving it my best try! Oh boy, oh boy, I am so up for the freaky stuff ;)

Sorry if this one's kinda of short... enjoy!!

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➴

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➴➵➶➴➵➶

The relationship between you and Branch was definitely unique. By this, I mean that he was rather possessive. It hadn't always been this way, though. When the two of you first started dating, he was great, but as time went on and the two of you got closer, he realized just how precious you were to him. Of course, he had to keep this precious gem safe. How did he do this? Well, you weren't really allowed to leave the bunker, and even in the rare instances that you did, he had to go with you. You weren't bothered by it a lot, finding it cute that he worried about you so much.

Although, this evening, you were planning on sneaking out. It wasn't because you needed to escape Branch; you loved your overprotective boyfriend. Honestly, you just wanted to test your abilities and were curious if you'd even be able to get past him. The two of you had laid down like normal for the night with you snuggled up in his arms. When he was drifting off to sleep, you tried to wiggle your way out of his grip, but he only pulled you in closer to his chest. "Sweetheart, I have to go to the bathroom," you tried to see if that would work. He stirred and peeked open one eye groggily, "Mnmm," and loosened his hold, allowing you to slip away. You turned around to look at him for a second, seeing he was back asleep, before shutting the door.

As soon as you did the time was ticking; you knew that if you weren't back within a reasonable amount of time that Branch would come and find you. Boy, was he good at it, too. He could track you down in minutes, even if you were hiding, which is why you had to act fast. Running down the corridor away from the bedroom, you tried to be as quiet as possible. Just as you had reached the end of the hall, you could hear him stir. 'He's awake already," you'd think to yourself as you hurried around the corner. Now, you were dashing across the bunker, trying to remember the turns that led to the elevator. But, of course, because you were rushing, you took a wrong turn, leading you right back to Branch. He'd stopped in his tracks when he saw you, giving you a look of disapproval, "Bathroom, hm?" You gulped, knowing the jig was up. Branch took a step towards you, "Back to bed, shall we?" Keeping the distance between the two of you, you take a step back. One of his eyebrows raises at you, and he smirks, "Oh, you want to play, do you?" "Well," he crosses his arms, "I'll give you a headstart."

The game of cat and mouse had just begun. Without another word, you took off back down the way you'd come from. Your legs pumped as you sprinted through the maze of turns. You internally curse at Branch for making this place so difficult to navigate. Your hopes picked up when you began to recognize the path you were on; the one that was close to the elevator! Oh, but that optimism quickly diminished when Branch met you as you rounded the corner. He dashed forward, lunching to grab you. With a yelp, you leaped clear from his way and scurried to get away from him.

Now, the elevator was in view. It was now that all of strength was used to run. You heaved in air like your life depended on it, taking in as much as you could to fuel your body. The elevator was so close, maybe only a couple of feet away, you guessed. This is what prompted you to look over your shoulder for Branch. He, however, was nowhere in sight. That was until you whirled back around to the elevator. Branch was standing right in the middle of your path; it was like he'd come out of nowhere. Having no time to stop, you would have crashed right into him if it wasn't for Branch's maneuvering skills. Upon contact, you're shoved to the ground onto your stomach. You let out a huff as the air is knocked out of you.

"I've got you, dearest," Branch chirps down at you. Being caught wasn't such a bad thing. It meant he could now have his way with you. Oh, you dirty troll. Teasing him, swaying your hips the little bit he would allow in his grip. "Sweet thing, I could take you right here." You certainly wouldn't complain. Being hunted was more than just a thrill for the heart...

It wasn't long until you'd be screaming his name. Goodness, you were begging and pleading with him to go faster, harder, as if he wasn't enough already.

"Are you gonna run off again?"

"N-No, sir."

;)

[paperdice]

Hey can I request a headcannon of the ancient Heroes feelings towards a new hero with the powers of all might

(sorry if I'm sending this a second time my brain couldn't remember if I sent it the first time or not)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

"The people, the heroes, even the villains, I stand to set fire in their hearts."

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• And here he thought hes heard some of the most incredible abilities, hearing stories of a new hero arising. Or that's what the cookies referred to them from pure vanilla cookies longshot memories.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• hes heard of the growing of this hero, even meeting cookies that had been saved by said hero throughout the years. Every story seems to out do the last, one amazing save to another. Such inspirations.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• He always smiled when hearing of this hero, to know there's a cookie out there with immense strength doing good with their heart of gold. He wondered if he would ever cross paths with this hero..

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• When he saw it first hand his eyes widened. A cookie was holding off a strong opponent that was attempting to attack innocent cookies, for "fun". He saw the hero throw one punch, one punch sent off strong wind behind the opponent causing all kinds of cracks on the dented ground.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Some pieces of the ground broke up and went straight flying in the air, yet by a mere second the opponent dodged it. pure vanilla was awestruck, calmly closing his eyes once again smiling that there was no need for worries. Not when this cookie is around.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• He always gave props to the cookie, asking softhearted questions on how their dough can handle all that strength! Their powers were just like the gems but you know, with no gem!

he gave a quiet soft laugh at his own question, "please do tell me of your travels, i've heard of many wonderful stories with you in the center of it."

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Though he does admire their powers he does have to tell himself to look out if they're going to throw any attacks, just so he can try can hold steady through the massive air waves and intense rumbling of the ground. Holding his hat and staff at the same time makes it a bit more difficult.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Sometimes the rumbling reminds pure vanilla of his youthful days, when dark cacao cookie would strike on the darkness of evil, thunder causing the floor to shake in fear. He's used to trying to stand still but this power was something he's never been around before, so he's still getting a hang of it!

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• He often asks to do checks up on the hero though, he can't help but worry if it's too much for their dough, what if they crack? no matter how many times he gets the same answer that they're fine, he will always ask about their well being.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• pure vanilla is always left impressed when it comes to the hero, he feels a soften pride for them. Their determination for the greater good reminds him of himself in the past a lot.

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° That new hero got hollyberry cookies attention real fast! She heard of a few stories here and there during her own travels, a hero with crazy strength and never stepping down no matter what. How she would love to see that up close!

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° The woah in her face when she heard of the crazy stories of the hero's wins, she gets a good laugh every time! Such a large reputation of someone who's just growing! A cookie that can gain such a title all around must be no exaggeration!!

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° One day while making her way through what she assumed to be a left village she noticed how the grounds grumble was only getting stronger and louder the closer she got from the cause. A cookie up against a gloomy group of what seemed about 10 cookies!

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° The cookie that was all up against the group was also protecting a mother and her children. Naturally hollyberry cookie jumped in to help, what she didn't know was that the cookie was protecting the village by taking down the group so they don't disturb them anymore. (so it wasn't an abandoned village ohhhh)

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° She also didn't know that she just bumped into the growing big hero! All the talk she heard was flooding her mind when she saw the scene before her, she knew it! It was that new hero no doubt! She smiled widely and laughed

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° Sparring is a must! She wants to know just how much power is up their sleeve when up against her shield! The pretty colors that are created when gem and fist collide, the powerful throw back she gets from impact always gets her festive.

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° Poor wildberry cookie, his protests always gets watered down so he has to constantly keep an eye out. Sometimes hollyberry tells wildberry to give it try so he see what she sees but he prefers not.

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° Talks over food and drinks is a must! She wishes to hear about the hero's travels as well, she even mentions some of the stories shes heard in the past so she can get confirmation that it's true. and when it is...

a roar of humored laughter filled the room. "that one was one of my favorites you know? I'm glad to know it's true! tell me, what did the cookie say back after the whole ordeal!" she smiled and patted the heros back.

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° Hollyberry loves to team up with the hero and give them small humble advice since they're so looked up upon, the way she started out in the beginning too.

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° She stills goes out too likewise the hero but she likes to write letters to them, letters of how shes been doing and how have they been doing. Sometimes she writes out a story of the hero she was told about from cookies, along with her personal thoughts on it (laughter and jokes) and asked if it's true! She just can't get enough of the bright cookie.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ Unlike hollyberry cookie and pure vanilla cookie, he never heard of a up coming hero. After all, he did spend many years within his kingdom isolated from any outsider.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ But when he finally went out and continued his life, reuniting with his old friends, he did overhear hollyberry being surprised that pure vanilla had met a mutual cookie. She laughed and lightheartedly joked about the cookies personality to pure vanilla while he softly smiled and nodded in agreement.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ Over the time he spent in the village (while gingerbrave could gather up his friends to his side for help) he did hear stories of a hero that often visited. Praises of admiration and hope over this cookie.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ One night he settling down to rest for the upcoming busy day, till he heard pleas, cookies yelling and warning others. A flood. This had never happened before usually when it rained heavily the water would just go down stream but at the exit of the kingdom. It was bordered up with fallen boulders, stopping the water.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ Dark cacao struggled to even get to the wall of massive rocks, the water was aggressive and flowing with complete madness. It was at dangerous levels but he needed to strike down the rocks so the flood could end, while he was barely making it there he swung his sword but before he struck he saw a cookie jump in out of nowhere. punching the middle of the wall and ending the flood.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ This old man is left with a strong first impression by this hero, no wonder there was all kinds of talk, that was nothing hes ever seen. At least naturally, the cookie had no weapon and didn't use any kind of magic, that was all fist.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ Dark cacao cookie leaves soft spoken compliments to the hero, but questioned of their intentions. What was in their heart truly, what were their morals, praises doesn't always speak the truth of a cookie.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ Though that's what he thought during the first appearance n all, now he knows that the hero has no ill-hearted ends to them. He enjoys the comfort of their flowering words, the roots speak volumes and the petals are beautiful, or in easier words they're just a very solace cookie.

"you have a strong will with no welcome to falter, do you not fear to hesitate?" he looked at the cookie with the same stoic face he always has on, they looked back and smiled, as if he asked a foolish question.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ He looks at the upcoming hero with a light of hope, for them to never let their guard down, to never let any poisoned words affect them. He's pleased to know that they'll be fighting on the right side together.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ dark cacao cookie had put faith in this new hero (whether he knows it or not) that they'll carry the weight on their shoulders with nothing distracting them, no evil to creep its way up to their heart, and turn it black. No, he knows that'll never happen.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Ohohoho of course shes heard of this upcoming hero! what can she say? Once word goes around about a cookie it's only fair that the divine radiance would be one of the holders in this word.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Just like hollyberry cookie she was interested in this impending hero, how could she not after all of what she's heard? Powers unlike any other, she wished to meet this popularized hero.

ִ ࣪𖤐 With the help of hollyberry cookie, she did! Nothing big of an impression, the two heroes met she wanted to know everything! It was a rather "friendly possessive command" that she gave to the hero.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Due to how they met this also meant she couldn't see their powers in action and since the hero didn't feel like showing at the moment was appropriate, she was a little salty and doubtful.

ִ ࣪𖤐 But the wait was worth it, to see such a puny cookie take so many hits and throw so many insane counterattacks, their strength being unraveled right in front of her eyes. That cookie never backed down, and neither did golden cheese cookies support.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Talk about the favoritism treatment! Nobody knows exactly how the hero got to golden cheese cookies soft spot hell some didn't even know she can put her pride down for a favorite but they did and now here she is speaking greatly of them.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Spoils the hero with cheese and looks to them as if they're some kind of descendant or student under her wing. She too takes pride in them, she gives off the rich aunt that loves her nephews/nieces way more than her own sister.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Loves to mess about and joke with the hero, teasing about their abilities and sometimes joke that they should be by her side. Of course she knows its not going to happen but she insists that they'll live a life of luxury and safety once darkness falls.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Just like all the others she felt nostalgia being around them, that could be one of the reasons shes grown to like them. Such a promising symbol of peace hope, for all cookies to see that there's still hope.

"hoho now don't get ahead of yourself hero, don't think you'll reach limits further than me!" she laughs with a confident smile.

ִ ࣪𖤐 From a hero to another, she has their back, she doesn't say it aloud but the hero knows that she's always open to come and talk to with any trouble.

quick important note on white lily cookies portion, i never really got around to her story when her update came out, I was busy and the only reason I went in game was for the grind. So due to lack of knowledge I'll get straight to what she would think of the hero. deep apologies! </3

⋆˚✿˖° The heros abilities and powers were just, astonishing. She was deeply amazed and left curious, she wanted to know more, not in a high urgent "I wanna know now" kinda way. In a "please tell me as much as you like in detail" kinda way.

⋆˚✿˖° She's such a sweetheart, listening so intently to the stories and the heros personal thoughts. She told her own stories and from then on white lily cookie somewhat looked up on them.

⋆˚✿˖° She supported them to the best she could, after battles (if she was there anyways) she'd always try to make hero feel comfortable. She's more of an older friend type than the infamous ancient hero by their side.

⋆˚✿˖° She does worry for their well being, she knows first hand its not exactly the safest path to take. And she was in a group! yet here's the solo hero taking everything on their own.

⋆˚✿˖° Because of this she admires their bravery and love for the greater good deeply. She has high hopes for this hero with no doubt that anything can seem to bring them down.

"I'll be right here if you need me, hero." she smiled with a tinted blush on her cheeks.

Sorry it took a whole day to respond, I tried to squeeze this in with the time I had, I hope you enjoyed it!! <333

[tokosparrow]

May I please request Matthew Patel x reader protective headcannons? He is everything to me right now.

a/n: he’s literally my everything right now as well so thank you anon, let me know if you had something else in mind!! plus im listening to a matthew themed spotify playlist to help me get inspired :3

> i feel like matthew is pretty protective person in general, even before the two of you started dating (maybe he just had a huge crush on you)

> he always suggest you to hold onto his arm whenever you two are out in public and there’s a huge coward, he doesn’t want you to get lost and possibly get hurt.

> plus when you two shared your first kiss and saw sparks, he swore to himself to protect you at all cost, you two practically are soulmates :3

“you’re like a valuable gem in which i have to protect…or something…”

> he always has an excuse to have you on the one side of a sidewalk while he walks on the side where it faces the road when you two have a daily walk.

“but what if you get hit by a car :(..?”

“matthew….”

> whenever there’s something loud happening, whether if it’s a threating or not, he always puts himself infront of you and shield you, placing his hands over your head. he doesn’t like seeing you hurt okay :(?

“you okay (Y/N)?”

“mhm :)”

“good :)”

> but when you do somewhat get hurt, even if it’s like pretty small, he just like kissing it, which lead to kissing your face and lips which helps you forget how you got hurt in the first place, he’s such a sweetheart <3

> there’s even some times when you two have a sleepover at his or your house where when if you ever sleep first he just likes being close and keeping an eye on you, first to just admire you, and second to keep watch before going to bed himself.

> he likes wrapping his arms around you as he sleeps because it feels like he’s using his body as a sort of shield for you as you too sleep at these sleepovers or cuddling and such, he also just like hugging you in general <333

> in general, he’s very protective of you because he loves you and just doesn’t like it when you get hurt even if it’s big or small!!

matthew patel my beloved <3333

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Hi I'm a big fan and I just wanted to let you know I love your yandere headcannons I like the way you write them, I hope you don't mind me requesting for yandere headcannons of koridai, courage and platonic!wind. If you accept I can't wait to see them. (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Y’all Courage and Koridai simps are on crack. I’m here for it tho. Not doing wind in this part as i’m still planning where he’ll be

Yan!Chain headcannons

Tw: Yandarism and it’s accompanies, Courage and Koridai, I traumatised them, oops, child abuse, SH, baby trapping.

Courage

His version of the guide was different- far more than the rest. You were there. He saw your reflections in the mirrors and out of the corners of his eye, he heard whispers of your voice, you were there since as long as he could remember. He used to think you where an imaginary friend, as he didn’t have many actual friends. It made sense. But you never went away. No matter how much medications he took or lashes he’d taken, you were there.

It was when he learned of who he was and what purpose he held that he learned what you were. And it didn’t take him long to start going off the edge.

His very own guide- someone to hold and keep all to himself. Someone no one else could see. Someone no one could steal. Someone that would finally stay.

When he meets with the chain he’s still got that entitlement.

This reflects in his love languages. Physical touch and Quality time, being as close to you as often as possible. You were his reward, his support, his gift to be put through what he was put through. He deserves you.

He’ll hurt himself for your attention. Im talking full out stab wounds if that’s what it takes for you to kiss it better.

Fiercely loyal. Glares down anyone that flirts with him and would even flat out insult them when you were still just a spirit in his minds eye. Now you’re real however? He can and will compare people to you.

Has a hand on you at all times. He doesn’t care if he’s getting glared daggers, he’s throwing his arm around your waist and savouring the way you flush.

On that note, i’m sorry if you’re easily flustered. Like- truly. This man is a f l i r t. He’ll learn what makes you tick and abuse the living hell out of it. Even if it’s whispering the filthiest things into your ear, he’ll do it if it gets you blushing.

He’d kidnap you. 100 %. Married and with a kid by your side so you have to stay and so everyone knows you’re his. A wife on his arm and an heir to his title, even if they needed a little… assistance to realise that’s what they wanted.

Fav nicknames for you: Dear, Babe, Babes, Sugar, Honey, Loves, starlight

Koridai

It took him a while to realise you were his old guide, purely off of the fact he was so deep into believing he hallucinated you.

But prying him off of you when he comes to is what’s more difficult.

Again with physical touch, but he has a sweet spot for words of affirmation and gift giving. (you’re really racking up sugar daddies)

Golden retriever energy to the nines. Waiting at your hand and foot, back and call in case you might need him. You did so much for him, he might as well pay you back. He’ll cater to whatever you want of him. You want him to jump, he’ll ask how high. You want him to smile he’s beaming. You want jewellery, he’ll mine the gems himself. You want him to change his clothing, he’ll let you pick out a whole new wardrobe. You want a husband, he’ll hire the officiant. You want a man dead, all he needs is a name.

Two faced as Sky and Wars. Absolute sweetheart to your face, plays dumb to be unassuming, slips passed the squabbling of the chain and next thing they know he’s gone and you’re in his universe.

Another kidnapper.

Fun???

Either way you’re leaving with him or he’s leaving with you. He’d gotten himself so hurt while you left him unattended for 5 minutes to get water, and you expect him to live without you? After how he was forced to leave you behind? After he dug you a grave?

He can cry on command, and you’re none the wiser. You’d hold him as he sobbed and sniffled as the others watched. You’d defend him and his place, and off of the lies stories he told you, it’s a wonder you saw his emotions at all.

Nicknames: Whatever makes you the most embarrassed or flustered

[roseboysstuff]

Hi! It’s so rare to find people who write for trans guys istg-

Anyways, could i get nsfw headcannons for Steven Stone with an ftm reader? It can be an alphabet or just regular old headcannons, you decide. Thanks!

Oh I am gonna enjoy this, I’ve had a crush on Steven stone since I was a kid. This got long so I put a break lol

- now he’s probably gonna be quite reserved about sex. He could want it, but he would never show it

- only the faintest of flushes on his cheeks as he accidentally walks in on you changing

- but he definitely desires you. Truly he does.

- the thought of having you under him, moaning out his name, your hair sprawled out and sticking to your face from sweat.

- he jerks off imagining it all. How you’d beg for more, beg him to fuck you harder, and he’d indulge in every request.

- anything for his perfect boy, the boy of his dreams

- If he ever did tell you about his desires, it would only be after a while of dating. He’s a little bit of a traditionalist, so he won’t need to wait till marriage, but he’s gonna court you

- so it might take at least a year until he’s ready to express his sexual desire.

- but once he starts, he’s not stopping

- that night will start with some simple touches. Only for him to guide you into sitting on his lap, running his hands up and down your sides.

- his touch would start soft, almost reverent.

- as if you are the most precious gemstone he’s ever seen. And to him, you are.

- better than any meteorite he’s collected, is the boy sat on his lap, the boy who he loves

- the boy he wants to fuck, the boy he wants to keep forever

- and he will do just that. He’ll slowly remove your clothes, folding them on a chair. He’ll go almost teasingly slow, until you are literally begging him to just enter you already

- but he’s gonna make you cum on his tongue and fingers first, he’ll coax at least two orgasms out of your pussy before he takes his pants off

- this man has the restraint of a goddamn saint, but you look so much like the image of sin below him that it makes it hard to resist

- his cock will push into you slowly, and he’ll moan out your name is a smooth tone that makes you shiver.

- “So tight, my little gem, so perfectly tight”

- His thrusts will be slow, too slow. And he enjoys hearing you beg. Beg more for him, won’t you?

- Oh, and his hands will be busy as he thrusts, going from your neck, to your nipples, all the way down to grip your hips as his thrusts become faster.

- “Cum, my diamond. My sweet boy, cum for me, please.”

- And you do, exploding with pleasure as he thrusts into you, and unable to hold back, he begs you to release your hold on him.

- but you refuse, you need his cum inside you

- “Can’t hold back, my gem, I’m close, darling!”

- And you get the best view of him climaxing, the once composed Steven Stone, turning into a mess as he pumps his hot seed into your pussy

- He’s good at aftercare too ;)

[ep2nd]

Anonymous reminder to talk about you pj mcyt au! (I was told to name a smp in the tags so… fable? Do you have fable smp? I ask, knowing the answer is probably no) anyways! Have a good day, I love reading headcannons

LE GASP THANKSSSSSS

Sadly, I did not put Fable in here, have herad of it, and maybe I'll dig into it and add it later

BUT NOW LETS TALK

Athena and Ares Kids

False- Favored daughter of Athena. Best War strategist, greatest Archer of her siblings. Her father died when she was young, leaving her defenseless. Single-handedly got to camp at the age of 6. Oldest member of camp. Joined the Hunt at 16.

Etho- Always planning something. Typical gray eyes, used to have black hair. Went on a quest and came back with a scar, white hair, and very broody. Disappeared after a few years- unknown.

Gem- Gets along great with the Demeter cabin. Came to camp with Sausage, Fwhip, and Zed and now they are all honorary found family. Great swordswoman. Joined the Hunt at 14.

Impulse- Smart. Great tinkerer and craftsmen. His Dad was an inventor, and alive. Can craft almost anything, honorary brother of Hephaestus cabin and Skizz. Tango and he get into lots of fire trouble. Not the best at being strategy smart, or good at fighting, but great with people.

Pearl- Greatest daughter of Ares. Blood-thirsty. Has several mood swings. Great with plants, love playing pranks, and loves fighting the best. Knows how to weild several weapons. Once fought her own father and won. Came to camp when she was 8. Don't talk about her dad.

Puffy- Great strategist, fighter, and people person. Loves kids. Will fight anyone for the kids. Veteran Camper. Came back to help.

Reddoons- showed up at camp, found out he was a son of Ares, then disappeared. May or May not be working with the enemy.

Tapl- great Archer, and that's kinda it. Knows how to get out a situation. Very bored. Wished his dad was Apollo.

Techno- Greatest son of Ares. One of the few people who can beat Pearl, Liz, False, and Dream. Wished he was a son Athena. Doesn't like his dad. Tries to not be bloody thirsty like his dad, but in the heat of battle- well. Was brought to camp by Phil. In college. Mom died at War.

Xisuma- Veteran camper. Basically the adult supervision. Has the best plans. Took False in and helped her, along with several others, dubbing themselves as Hermits. Has a stygian sword, gift from Hades and Joe after helping them in the Underworld- yes he's been to the underworld, he's been to several places. Waves the fans off- but let's be real this guy was SICK back in his day.

Bek- strongest Ares kid. Both physically and will. Doesn't use weapons- only fists.

Welsknight- Doesn't like his dad, but understands the honor and need of War. Man came from a line of knights, holds up chivalry. Veteran person. Visits sometimes. Best friends with X, went on several adventures with him, like that time he held up the sky or killed a hydra or fought a Titan- ya know stuff.

Quig- Uses sword and only sword. Quick, in everything. Doesn't like to talk much. Great friends with Pete. In college. Dad died in shooter stampede. Hates guns.

Pete- Veteran camper. Earned a chariot in battle. Has pet birds. Great Archer and sword fighter. Green eyes that can peirce the soul or make you eat your vegetables.

Pigical- Also doesn't like his dad- surprising I know. Uses fast and nimble combat. Tries to be a pacisft. Weak. Very kind though. His mom banished him.

Boffy- most cruel son of Ares. Uses a scythe. Great fighter, but also very dangerous. Rumors said he tortured his victims, enjoying death. Disappeared. No one knows where, hopefully not to the enemy.

Muka- carries a gun. Son of Ares with modern weapons. Has a pet mechanical wolf. Disappeared, but more of a loner. Found the other camp, kinda just chills. Great mom visits regularly.

[littlexdeaths]

Ex-husband!Eddie had been wreaking havoc in my imagination. The man's a meance after all. So here is my little headcannon..

Your youngest follows the rest of the string quartet on stage, shaky breaths rattling their small chest. The back of Eddie’s hand brushes yours on the shared armrest as the lights lower in the school auditorium. He shifts in his seat, trying to chase away the nerves he feels on behalf of your stage-frightened child. You both hold your breath as the bows rise to the strings, releasing it only when the music starts to flow and concentration takes over your child's face. The first song ends with a round of applause—no one clapping harder than Eddie. He leans forward when the next song starts, looking down the row at your other children seated beside you, watching the performance.

His eyes are full of pride as he leans toward you. “We really made them, huh?”

In moments like these, it feels like magic that the two of you truly created these precious souls filled with nothing but big hearts and kindness.

“Yeah, we did,” you agree, your lips pulling into a smile as a lump grows in your throat.

Eddie looks back toward the stage at your youngest, their small fingers flying across the strings with precision.

“In case I ever forget to say it,” he whispers out of the side of his mouth before turning his eyes back to you, “thank you for doing such a good job.”

Since the divorce, it’s mainly been you nagging to ensure time is spent practicing their instruments and driving back and forth to lessons. But when your youngest was crippled with fear at the thought of performing, it was Eddie who took them to an open mic night at a dive bar on the edge of town. Every Wednesday for the last two months, under the guise of getting pizza, he’s coaxed your youngest up on stage. He never told you. It wasn’t some ploy to win you back. You know all this because you’ve been sneaking in through the side door of the bar to watch them.

Eddie wore his hat low on his head with his curls tucked inside so he wouldn’t be recognized, sitting back in the shadows strumming the accompaniment for “Dragon Slayer” on his guitar so your baby could take center stage and play for the few patrons drowning their sorrows after a factory shift. The shouts and bangs on tables from folks who probably aren’t too familiar with instrumental music have been enough to build your baby’s confidence, and now they’re up on stage shining like a gem.

“We both have.” You don’t miss the look of surprise on his face when you slide your hand into his, locking your fingers tight. “So in case I forget to tell you,” you pause, looking into his shining eyes, “thank you.”

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDDD

IM LITERALLY SOBBING WHAT THE HECK

[braxlrose]

Hi!!! A new fan of tokio hotel here and I was wondering if you could write some dating headcannons for gustav for a gem reader whose also in a band? Much love btw <3

I've been looking through the requests and finding georg and gustav stuff so yall can get some more so here we go!!

dating gustav

cw: mentions of sex, cockwarming, kissing, oral (f and m recieving), etc.

✮ he's the type of guy who holds the side of your waist while walking down the street. not for possessiveness or any of that shit, just because he likes it and it makes you feel safe. He also knows the sidewalk rule. keep that in mind ladies.

✮ even though gustav is a fantastic cook now, he mostly just made stuff from boxes in the 2000s. but yall would always make stuff together.

✮ when you're on your period, he always makes you stuff. especially milkshakes. he's got a signature one, which is just vanilla ice cream, peanut butter and bananas. but it tastes amazing, and gustav always puts so much love into it.

✮ he gives you backrubs, and footrubs, brushes your hair and brings a heating pad for you. im telling you guys, he's literally the perfect bf.

✮ when yall finish a song on stage he comes up behind you and gives you hugs and kisses. and the fans eat. it. up.

✮ but if he's not wearing a shirt and he comes up behind you, he's gets you all sweaty. I just love you so much I can't help it. he says. but let's be fr. he's just a little shit. we still love him though.

✮ he tries to teach you how to play the drums, he sits you on his lap and holds your hands and wrists to show you what to do. and he rests his chin on your shoulder which he ends up breathing in your ear. totally doesn't make you clench your thighs and get wetter and wetter every single. but mans also gets soooo annoyed when you're doing something wrong 😭

✮ cockwarming while teaching you how to play drums is a must. i don't remember who wrote it, but I swear I remember reading it somewhere. @bored0writer edit: THIS IS WHO WROTE IT AND ITS AMAZING OMG

✮ like I had said in my last post, gustav is a soft dom. disagree w/ me all you want, but it's true.

✮ after concert cock sucking is so good. you both love it so much. you have adrenaline running through your veins and it feels so good.

✮ he has the softest lips in the entire world, it's insane. so kissing him is so nice.

✮ he takes you on the cutest dates. whether you two are going out to dinner, to a movie, or just staying at the hotel rooms, they're always amazing.

✮ he's also got super soft hair which is amazing to run your hands through when making out or fucking.

✮ he'll lay between your thighs for hours after teasing and leaving hickies on your thighs.

✮ he likes to hold down your thighs when he's eating you out and fucking you with his tongue because it gives him better control and he likes that. a lot.

✮ whenever you try and rut against his face while he's going down on you, he'll slap your cunt as many times as he wants until you learn your lesson (if you're into that).

✮ and on the other side, he's a big sub too. always moaning and groaning and whining and wriggling underneath you as you pump and suck on his cock. ironic huh. he's so sweet and whiny. and he's totally got a mommy kink. big time mommy kink.

✮ loves it when you ride his thigh. thinks you look so sexy.

✮ if you play the guitar, you'll try and teach him how to play too but he'll end up complaining how his fingers hurt. poor baby :(

✮ you two always share hotel rooms and stay up watching movies together

✮ I STAND BY THIS. he is the best cuddler to exist. he's so soft and squishy, and since he's got some chub on his stomach, he's so nice to cuddle with.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! TY for all the requests

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[sinsmockingbird]

A little different but...Here's a new headcannon topic!

"How are the cells of (Insert Sinner here) decorated?"

For the first ones, I would request for the cells of Shalom, Rahu, Garofano, Coquelic, and Sumire.

Oh! This is an interesting thought. I never really think hard about how the Sinners cells would look. But after giving it more thought and stuff, these were the ideas I had for the characters you requested and a few bonus ones.

✧ COQUELIC. Lots and lots of flowers. Her cell would look overrun (a slight exaggeration) with red and white roses and maybe a few randoms here and there. She'd have an oversized bed (but nothing extreme compared to Cabernet). It would the type of bed to be really soft and a type that you just sink down into.

✧ CORSO. Feels like a literal college boys dorm room. Nothing is in place, things are scattered across the floor, and there are definitely several giant holes in the walls from where she'd punch or kick. It's gotten to the point where the Bureau doesn't fix the holes in her cell anymore because they always reappear. Her cell looks like a tornado passed through it.

✧ GAROFANO. Decorated with a bit of flowers and she tries to give her cell a "homey" feel to it. She'd have the clothes she makes sometimes on display, at least the ones she just finished or is finishing up. She'd her sewing kit and would have a little seating area where she can read and enjoy some tea. Her cell is definitely the type to remind people of their mother's because the way it's decorated just gives off those vibes, if that makes sense.

✧ MACCHIATO. If you've ever seen a BDSM dungeon then you have seen her cell already. It holds a modern and sleek vibe to it, but then you'll be thrown off a lot but the weird things she's has decorating the place. Like bars and cuffs on the wall, hooks on furniture- you get it. Once you realize what each of these are really for, the cell will get a much different feeling.

✧ MCQUEEN. Covered to the brim in expensive paingings, sculptures, and just generally expensive and fancy stuff. Everything has a spatter of purple on it, be it the couch, bed, the walls, her desk- everything looks like she purposefully threw an open paint can at it. Also a bit egocentric because some of the art are portraits of her that she had personally commissioned for herself.

✧ PRICILLA. Besides the obvious stolen stuff of jewelry, paintings, and gems, her cell is decorated in a sporatic way. It has a little bit of everything mixed around about it. A different flavor of colors, culture, furniture, and all stuff like that. It feels like you walk into a museum.

✧ RAHU. Her cell is pretty simple and very minimalistic. I can see her not really decorating it at all and keeping it relatively the same as it was when she first came to the Bureau. She's got a bed, a desk, a dresser, and the basics. If anything she'd probably decorate it only a little if her partner got her something. She'd definitely want to put it on display.

✧ SHALOM. Pretty militaristic as well, but not to the degree of Rahu. She'd throw in a modern feel and pieces. For the most part she tries to keep things simple and in check. Everything has a place and nothing is ever put of place, though if something were to be, she'd notice it right away and fix it. Her cell kinda makes you not want to enter or touch anything because it's just so well kept.

✧ SUMIRE. Her cell would remind anyone of a garden. She doesn't have an overgrow of plants, but she does have a variety of flowers that she maintains very well. She'd have a perfect place to lay her katana upon where anyone can see it, a little sitting area and also a place to practice her swordplay when needed. Her bed is a bit small and kept in the corner and out of the way of everything else.

[myuni-moon]

Hiya! :D

If you're fully okay with requests... could I request hugging hcs with Ningguang, Lumine and Kokomi please?

#just relax

hugging headcannons ft. ningguang, lumine, and kokomi (romantic/platonic)

warning(s): none!

—Ningguang

Ningguang can be stiff at times. Perhaps tense would be a more fitting term. She tends to go rigid at physical touch due to how unaccustomed she is to it. As the Tianquan of Liyue, the only times she has ever actually been touched in her line of work is when tradition or customs allow it or when a threat is being made to her wellbeing. She has been physically affectionate with people she is close to before, but she experiences danger that is enough for her to be alert at any breach made in her personal space.

Should you ever hug her, she asks that you give her a warning that you are about to unless you want to risk being accidentally attacked by her gems. It's awkward when you first slide your arms around her since her reflexes first perceive the breach in personal space, and it'll take her a second or two before she is able to relax into your hold.

Ningguang would gingerly reciprocate your actions, arms also reaching around your frame. She doesn't squeeze you, opting to simply keep the hug breathable and comfortable - without any force needed to make you feel secure. At first glance, she might seem like the kind to back away as quickly as possible from any kind of skin contact; however, Ningguang is actually one of the few that asks for a minute longer.

Your arms that were wrapped around Ningguang's frame slowly start to retract. As your skin slides against hers, a squeeze against your own figure stops you from continuing. Ningguang simply rests her forehead on you, a sigh coming from her.

"Please, just for a second longer." She says. Her voice is meek, very much unlike her usual tone.

She reminds you of a child, pleading for small yet endearing affections. It makes you wonder a little, just how much did Ningguang have to grow up at such a young age? You'd heard stories of her selling by the coast of Yaoguang shoal, but it was only now that it settled in. You could only imagine how a young child could struggle to support themselves, working every day under the beating sun - an image so divorced to her current disposition.

So you let her stay that way a little bit longer, bodies once gain sharing that comfortable warmth. She sighs into your skin as her body language loosens up. Then you hear it, a mumble.

"Thank you."

—Lumine

Lumine's hugs are what you would expect it to be: welcoming. She is not a stranger to physical touch from friends, and she has spent many a time hugging some of them if requested (yes, even Paimon). Her body is built due to all the physical work she expends her energy on every day, so it's no surprise if her hugs also make you feel protected.

Her hugs don't last long for a few reasons. First is that she's always on the move, but she takes the few moments she gets to give you a hug if you ask for one. Second is the fact that her body has a tendency to be warmer than others, which may lead to some overheating; this is brought about adaptations from her experience traveling Teyvat (Paimon once ended up as a sort of teddy bear one night, and she ended up crying for Lumine to wake up since the rise in temperature was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable).

Overall, Lumine's hugs are homey and safe. If you ever have the chance to hug her, go for it (100% Paimon-approved despite the previous mishap).

It had been so long since you last saw Lumine. Despite letters being exchanged between you two every now and then, it felt like forever since your last meeting. That was why when you chanced upon curious whispers of the Honorary Knight entering the borders of Mondstadt, you couldn't help but show your excitement.

The citizens of Mondstadt were also quick to notice, watching you linger by the bridge or the stalls near the entrance. Other knights of Favonius also noticed the way you perked up every time you spotted anyone with blonde hair.

Bystanders looked upon you endearingly. Even more so when you rushed from under the arch and across the bridge without warning.

"Lumine!" You shouted, and everyone knew that the hero of Teyvat had finally appeared.

Lumine's laugh sounded like bells as you barreled into her awaiting arms. Even with so much force, her strength stopped her from tipping over as one typically would. Your arms wrapped around her shoulders, face burying in the crook of her neck. The feeling of your breath against her skin warmed her heart.

A hand rested upon your head. "I'm back."

—Kokomi

Kokomi is unaccustomed to physical affections, which might be able to be attributed to her status as a priestess. That alone leaves her busy, and though she works with multiple people in just a day, she doesn't regularly come into physical contact with them. Even if she does, the most that she's ever experienced is a handshake or tap on the shoulder.

Like Ningguang, she tenses at first when hugged. Her muscles go taught, and she tried hard not to let any discomfort slip onto her countenance. She'll try to ask you questions or talk to you in an attempt to dispell any such awkardness that she feels. Over time, as she gets used to physical contact with you, her hugs start to feel more comfortable. She also starts reciprocating physical affections little by little, like starting to hug you back or patting your head in some instances.

Kokomi's hugs are awkard at first, so expect her freezing up or her mouth ends up pressed into a thin lne. The more she gets used to it, however, the more her hugs start to feel like flowing water (as poetic as it sounds). It's calming and very grounding. It seems like hugs are much-needed breathers for both of you.

You sat in Kokomi's little sanctuary, reading away as you waited for her to finish her duties. On the table in front of you, a plate of mochi was set. You made it, hoping to get Kokomi to take a rest and sit with you for a while. The crunch of her sandals reverberated in the small space, and you put your book down, standing up to greet her.

"Kokomi, hey! How are-" You're immediately cut off by her arms snaking around your torso and pulling you closer. You were taken aback, but your hands soon found purchase on her back, rubbing up and down.

"My apologies for startling you," she whsipered, "I just couldn't help myself."

You closed your eyes, continuing your previous ministrations. "It's okay. You can always catch a break, you know? If you want to, I could even spend it with you."

Her hold on you tightened; the change was minute, but it's one you caught instantly. Kokomi sighed, shoulders sagging. You took it as your cue to bring up the food on the table. "C'mon, I made some dango. You should eat before you go back and do what priestesses like you do on a regular."

She let out a giggle before (almost disappointingly) detaching from you and sitting down in the chair adjacent yours. Her eyes peered onto the book also set on the table.

"Oh, that's one of my favorites!"

[shade-e-e-es]

hey! a while ago you said one of your bdubs headcannons was that he was raised by glares but is human.

its such an intresting thought honestly. does that mean he does glare stuff just bc he saw it happen as he grew up (like nesting (hc ig that they do) or collect moss?

Ok so real quick: I need you to imaging something for me.

You and your Pod (group of glares) are hanging around, as you do, when suddenly you see a player child. Literally a baby. Glares are passive and they actively try and help them by letting the know they’re in danger. And you and your Pod are kind beings. You take the player in.

In my mind, the little bundles of moss are actually like. Babies. Or children. Glares grow up to be bigger and mildly human like, but not much. They have arms and legs but it’s all swamped by their shrouds. They eat similar food as humans but drink water different.

Bdubs manages to survive. He thrives even. He grows taller than his brothers and sisters and he grows no tail and he is different but he is loved. He still fears the dark like the Glare. He still knows how to warn of it.

He is different than humans in that he will hardly ever take off his shroud. A lot of his time is spent on maintaining it. Weaving moss and vine and bits of wool, feathers, sheddings- those last few things are from the other hermits. He has moss woven from his Pod, the hermits are just a different family. (All familial weavings are on the inside of the shroud, as to protect them from harm, like sun and water damage.) He weaves clippings from his floras and weaves them to the outside. Every Glare can read a shroud like a story, Bdubs’s is full of adventure and wonder and terrors beyond that any Glare should ever go through.

He does make nests! Technically. His bedrooms are always full of plant life and windows and light- beds are far more comfortable than just plain moss most nights! Sometimes he’ll sleep in the comforting hold of it.

He has a way with animals as well, having been raised in a society where he doesn’t have to raise them for meat and the like and just got to play with them a lot of animals just love him. Especially horses. Which rules because Bdubs LOVES. Horses.

The most Glaringly Obvious is the fact that he will scowl and glare and hiss at basically every overly dark space. Starting a world with him and not knowing that part of his life means you’re being constantly hissed at by your friend. He knows he doesn’t have to do it, but he likes to warn his friends anyways <3

Finally exhales cause I did that all in one breath at one point I drew like Gem I think asking Impulse if Bdubs was mad (like. Supposed to be start of season 8) and impulse replied”Oh it’s ok!! He’s just scared of the dark!!”

I hope you enjoyed my long winded ramble. Thank you and good night (gotta shreep!)

[shotmrmiller]

I have two questions about BA! Ghost:

1) What do you think he'd do in his retirement? Get a lake cabin with a dog and be away from civilization? I'd like to headcannon he'd take up whiddling or knife making.

2) We both know Ghost is a deep dark hole of emotional repression and walls that are pretty much impenetrable in the romantic department, but I still feel if he isn't aromantic that there are people out there, ( if his young life wasn't a the perfect concoction of lifelong trauma that is) who would make his guarded heart skip a beat. What would they be like? Of course he would completely ignore it and move on but what would that person's personality be like?

yeah, literally that. mountain man, with a loyal belgian malinois. He doesn't settle either. No wife nor husband for him. Simon already has a hard time looking at himself in the mirror, he can't imagine how someone else would react having to see him everyday. Too much baggage. Scrubs his skin raw trying to wash the blood off. Nightmares as well. Wakes screaming sometimes when he feels the dog getting on the bed with a hop, Simon's back during the times of war, when the very ground shook with battle.

Bed shaking, him squeezing his eyes shut praying sleep takes him because he only has a couple of hours to get some rest, but how can he when the ground beneath him continues to tremor, like an earthquake.

Tinnitus gives him reoccurring headaches. His knotted flesh aches when the temperature changes, the cold is a dull throb, the heat a small sting. His fingers burn in the morning, a searing flame in between the joints, grip so weak he can't even hold a glass full of water.

It runs what little patience he's ever had into the ground. Wouldn't be a very good partner.

And for the second, i think, someone that reminds him of johnny. An unrelenting force of a person. Someone who shines too bright for him. The ones too friendly for their own good, the ones who stand behind you at a grocery store and crack a small joke to themselves but makes you laugh too.

Eyes that glimmer, sparkle like gems under the sun. ㅤSmile so open and honest it would make his heart ache.

His polar opposite. He'd never approach them, however. Their light would be swallowed by his darkness. He knows it.

He'd turn a hot, burning sun into a dead star, cold of life.

But say this person works at a coffee shop, or a small bakery or something. he'd be a repeating patron to that establishment, only to soak in a little bit of their warmth, let it seep into him like a thirsty plant takes in water.