#ace has to fight off simps

[aenbyveryverygayperson]

Ace brags to Sabo about his Uncle Luffy.

Sabo doesn't see how great said uncle is until he actually meets him.

Okay I'm finally back.

I don't know exactly what to ask for so tell me an idea you had for a fic (already written or not) that didn't work out or that you don't intend to carry on

Sorry it took me a bit To respond (I forgot I had this ask)

This is kinda a idea for a au that might get turned into a fic.

RSL: aka Roger, Shanks, Luffy. all 3 live in the same timeline and made a crew together, yes they are called the strawhats because they have the same strawhat.

Rayleigh , Ben, and Zoro are still the first mates and this is during the timeline Roger set out.

Kinda want them to have a brother bond like ASL . . . NOT THE STRAWHATS THEY ARE CALLED THE RSL PIRATES!!!

All 3 are the same age but not related by bond, Roger is the oldest then Shanks then Luffy. (I do not give a shit about birthdays in this, though luffy is still may 5th)

@alexoreality @aenbyveryverygayperson @q-ueen-potato

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Until I found you

The reader's nickname is princess. There are slightly spicy scenes so mdni. Fuck boy Eddie who quickly turns into simp for you Eddie, fluff and a bit of angst. 18+

❤️

The First time that Eddie met you was when he was running from a very irate ex fling. He had literally just ended things and she had taken it badly; even though he told Cassia that he wasn't a relationship guy, she still thought that she could change him.

So intent on getting away from the crying and yelling he fell arse over tit and landed in a heap at your feet.

Normally Eddie would put on the charm right about now but his mind had gone blank at your pretty smile and the amusement in your eyes.

"Uh hey, you wouldn't mind hiding me from my very angry ex would you?" you snort at his request and proceed to help him up.

Now he would like to say that he charmed the pants off you that night but he didn't. In fact it was weeks before that would happen.

Eddie didn't do love. He was too cynical for that shit and he had seen enough break ups and fighting from his own parents and couples around him in his early years that it stuck with him.

Truthfully when he was younger there was still an idealised part of him that dreamed of finding someone who would love him but after various disappointments it was easy to close off that part of him.

He was thirty nine and had yet to have a serious relationship, preferred to indulge in flings with like minded people; there were still a few women who liked to think they could change his mind despite his warnings but they were unsuccessful.

Some people liked nothing better than a challenge and Eddie was a challenge, but he was also stubborn and refused to change his mind about things.

Even when he met you he was still determined that you would be like the others, that this would be a short fling and then be over within weeks... well if you ever agreed to go on a date with himm

However you seemed to have other ideas...

When you finally did agree to a date, Eddie made sure you knew the rules. No way was he having another angry woman chasing after him. You seemed pretty nonchalant about the whole thing until towards the end when you surprised him by gently taking his hand.

"Doesn't it get lonely?" you ask him curious and a little sad. He swallows and shakes his head. "No" he murmurs but that isn't quite the truth, he does get lonely but chases it away with flings, weed and D&D.

You didn't look like you believed him but you dropped it and gave him a little smirk. "So what's this amazing date you're taking me on Munson?"

❤️

Weeks pass and Eddie doesn't seem to realise that this has lasted longer than his usual flings, the two of you are having fun so he doesn't see why you would have to stop now.

Eddie groans as he thrusts into you, he can never get over how incredible it feels being inside of you and quickens the pace, loves the way you moan his name and clench around him.

A powerful, intense orgasm rocks the both of you and Eddie moans into your neck, softly kissing over it and your breasts. You're still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm, eyes closed and a blissful smile on your face.

"Hey beautiful" he caresses your cheek for a second, you cuddle back in his arms and look so content and happy, warmness spreads over his chest as he watches you. Fuck.

This was bad, this was very bad. What the fuck was going on with him? He was moving into dangerous territory here, things he avoided like the plague.

While you were nodding off he quickly dressed and tried to ignore his racing thoughts. So he liked spending time with you? So what! that didn't mean anything.

The content feelings that had been popping up out of nowhere meant nothing either, the warm feeling when he looked at you? Maybe he was getting sick or the AC was too high. That must be it..

This was fine. Maybe if he kept telling himself this then he would believe it? He feels a tug on his hand as he's trying to find his shirt and you're wide awake and gazing at him with big puppy eyes.

"Stay" you murmur sleepily and pout, it's so adorable that Eddie can't help but join you back in the bed.

This was fine. It was just one night it didn't mean anything. Nothing at all.

...

Steve is the first person to notice what's happening, he presses a beer into Eddie's hands before everyone arrives for the campaign and the two settle to chat.

"So you and princess? It's lasting a while huh?" Steve waggles his eyebrows at Eddie who almost chokes on the beer he's drinking, annoyed at Steve's teasing tone he shrugs and answers.

"I could end things whenever I want Steve" Eddie waves off Steve's comment, he really doesn't want to mention to Steve how sick he feels at the thought of never seeing you again.

"Yeah, you could but you don't want to Munson and you need to admit that to yourself" Steve says wisely and is saved from answering as some of Hellfire arrive.

No he doesn't.

Steve doesn't stop there and pins Eddie with his gaze. "Dude she's a catch and if you lose her because you're so stubborn, you know she will get snapped up like that" he snaps his fingers and Eddie feels like he's been punched in the gut.

Steve is right. He knows he's right and Eddie knows he's right and those thoughts stay with him.

He tries to lose himself in the campaign, and it works for a while, he's completely in DM mode and smiling at his enraptured audience. Dustin and mini Dustin are hanging on his every word as he finishes this part of the campaign on a cliffhanger.

"Dude, seriously!" Mike whines and Eddie smirks and pats Mike on the shoulder, "Wheeler good things come to those who wait. Now scram!" he orders him.

He's already annoyed that he was so distracted at times during the campaign in the first place, it wasn't often but it was enough to unnerve him. Since when did he get distracted while he was in the zone?

It was you that was distracting him and Steve stupid musings but speaking of you distracting him...

You walk into Steve's house smiling shyly at Steve and your eyes light up the minute that you find Eddie. His heart annoyingly speeds up which makes him grumble under his breath.

The minute you're in his arms his grumbling ceases and he smiles. "Hey whatcha doing here princess?" he's aware of the others watching him and gawking, he throws them a dark look and they scatter off in different directions.

"I thought I'd surprise you, is that alright?" you ask nervously and he's quick to assure you it's fine. The two of you liked hanging out together so he didn't see the problem and he never wanted you to feel nervous asking him these things.

"Sure princess, you want me to teach you how to play? I have a mini set back home" he doesn't expect you'll say yes but you surprise him by nodding happily.

"I'd like that Eddie"

❤️

Eddie smiles as you fall asleep cuddled into his chest, the two of you have barely left the bed since he picked you up from work and you're finally tuckered out.

Usually right about now he would slip out while you slept. Except he finds out that he doesn't want to, he wants to stay and the thought doesn't make him want to run for the hills.

You mumble in your sleep then whimper as your hand traces the empty sheets, he moves closer to you and instinctively you seek him out and sigh content when you're cuddled up on his chest.

It's cute as fuck and he melts. Melts, he can't cope with how sweet that was and he feels that warmness flood over him again as he strokes your hair.

The realisation hits him then. He could happily do this for the rest of his life.

Well shit. That was new and terrifying and he needs to leave now and not look back.

For a second it feels like he can't breath and he's gently moving you to your side of the bed and is halfway through scrambling for his boxers when it hits him that he doesn't want to leave.

His breathing calms and the racing beat of his heart slows down to a normal rhythm.

Once again the thought of not seeing you again makes him feel like his chest had caved in and he slumps back on the bed and immediately gathers you back in his arms.

With a gentle kiss to your hair and the feeling of your body flush against his, he begins to relax and he admits to himself that the feeling of you in his arms is something he will never tire of.

He wants to do this for the rest of his life.

❤️

[slytherinshua]

ON THE BLEACHERS

summary. your boyfriend is unapologetically whipped for you. here are all the things he does!!! genre. fluff. headcanons. christmassy juyeon!!! warnings. a lil violence mention. juyeon is adorable. not proofread. other than that nothing but fluff <3 pairing. jock!juyeon x nerd!fem!reader. (not specifically like nerd but... mentioned that reader wins a science fair and aces a test etc so leaning more towards jock x nerd trope.) wc. 1.8k. request. requested by 🗿 anon. a/n. i literally had SO many thoughts for this juyeon like OH MY GOD. net. @deoboyznet

jock!juyeon who was always obvious with his admiration for you even before he confessed. the entire school knew that he only had eyes for you and it was just a matter of when you would get together. the football team celebrated even more than juyeon when you became his girlfriend because they thought he would finally shut up about you. oh, how wrong they were…

jock!juyeon who simply can’t shut up about you!! sometimes he’ll just be talking to himself out loud, wondering what date he should take you on, what you would like as a gift, or what time you were free, etc. other times he’s yapping his teammates’ ears off about you because he’s so in love. he’s telling everyone about how you won the science fair that year, how you got 100 on your recent test, or how you slayed your english presentation (he knew because he missed his math class to watch you through the door). when it comes to you, he just can’t shut up, he’s so in love…

jock!juyeon who hears his teammates tease him all the time, calling him whipped or a simp. he couldn’t care less… in fact he’s proud of the fact that he’s absolutely whipped for you. because it’s you!! you deserve all the attention and affection you get from juyeon and he would never let petty comments from his teammates second guess how he acts around you. most of them are just mad that they can’t pull someone as gorgeous as you, anyway. at least, that’s what juyeon told you in a very upset ramble after-the-fact. you had to kiss away his pout.

jock!juyeon who wouldn’t hesitate to think with his fists if he ever heard them talking shit about you. he knows you would never advise physical fights, but he can barely control his anger when he hears something foul come out of someone’s mouth followed by your name. he’ll try his best to harshly shut them down with just words, but if they persist, his fists might just land on their nose. he has to sit through your scolding after the fact, but he would do it again in a heart beat. he doesn’t even care if he got suspended.

jock!juyeon who has no regard for being on time to classes or practice. his only concern is walking you to your classes, holding your hand in the hallway, giving you a sweet smile and wishing you luck before a test, and, of course, getting a kiss on the cheek before the bell rings. there’s rarely a day when he’s not 5-10 minutes late. he’s also extremely forgetful with his mind only being focused on you that he has to rely on you to have his textbooks and schedule for his next class. he was a little bashful at first when you’re handing him his textbooks and notebook and ushering him off to his class as you step into yours. but now he’s gotten used to it, and he quite likes it. especially when you leave little notes inside his notebook.

jock!juyeon who sprints through the hallways despite the no running policy after first quarter is done because second quarter is history which is a shared class he has with you. he literally gets to your classroom before you’ve even finished packing your bag. of course, he carries all your books and your bag for you regardless of if you have a shared class but especially this time since you’ll be walking in together. he always sits next to you, even the teacher can’t separate you two because he’ll find a way back to your desk sdkjskd. he always nudges your feet under the table or writes little notes on the paper if you’re not allowed to talk in class. you have to force him to pay attention with the bribe of kisses after school (which is always an effective bribe). he can’t even focus on taking notes or listening to the lesson because he’s too busy staring at you the entire time. but if you’re tired in class he will kindly offer to take notes for you both instead and he really does focus hard on writing everything down. his technique for note taking is lacking a bit but it’s still functional and informative enough for you that you don’t mind </3 it’s obvious that he tried his best for you and that is enough to warm your heart :(

jock!juyeon who is on the basketball team as well as the football team. whether it’s football or basketball, he’s the mvp and ace of both teams. although, his playing is wildly affected by you. he plays his best when he talks to you before games and knows you’re in the audience watching him. he’ll make every shot, and carry the entire team easily. but when you’re not there his game is completely off. he’ll miss shots that were easy, he’ll stumble and fall or even get injured and have to go to the nurse’s office. his brain is completely foggy when you’re not there or if there’s anything going on with you that he’s concerned about. especially when you’re sick or not at school for some reason the only thing he can think about is you. his coaches barely have to ask when they see that he’s not playing as well as normal— it’s always something to do with you. they let him take a short break to text you, and oftentimes, it gets his game right back where it should be.

jock!juyeon who swears his heart fell out of his chest when he first saw you wearing his basketball jersey. something in his brain or dna just SHIFTED right then and there he’s so obsessed. the second he saw you he kissed you so desperately like omg you looked SO pretty in his jersey he went absolutely insane. he always leaves his freshly washed jerseys in your locker and whenever you show up wearing them to watch him practice or his games he plays better than EVER. his coaches aren’t too happy about the fact that he keeps “misplacing” his jerseys and uniforms, but they order new ones for their star player regardless. they know their sports team would be in the dirt without juyeon. his talent always makes up for any recklessness he pulls.

jock!juyeon who always searches for you in the crowd before the game starts so he knows exactly where to look when he scores. he’ll blow you kisses or just smirk and wink at you when he scores an impressive point. or when he’s playing basketball he’ll point to you in the crowd and smile so everyone knows he’s always playing for you. although he’s attractive enough that several girls on the cheerleading team would kill to have a chance with him, their thoughts are immediately shut down the first game, as they watch from the sidelines as juyeon dedicates every last field goal to you.

jock!juyeon who loves to take you to the gym or field for extra practices with just him. you usually do schoolwork on the bleachers or grass while he runs laps or drills some hoops. usually it’s productive for the first half an hour or so until juyeon gets too bored of having you there but not paying attention to him. he might teach you some shots or coach you on how to handle the ball. other times he’s more interested in kissing you while you try (and fail) to focus on your science homework…

jock!juyeon who asks you out to prom and homecoming and all the school events just like any other boy with a crush would. everyone in the school knows you’ll go together and knows you’ll be accompanying him everywhere even if he didn’t ask. but juyeon loves preparing flowers and a big banner and all the extra stuff possible when asking you out, so even though you’ve been happily together for months, he’ll still ask you out as if you weren’t even dating yet. he still gets all warm in the face when you say yes.

jock!juyeon who is your biggest motivator. you barely notice how important he is to your life because he’s always there 24/7. but on the rare occasion that he stays home sick or can’t make it for any reason, you, too, struggle to focus on your classes. you’re so worried about him, it just comes so naturally. he’s not on your mind front and center as much as you are on his, but he’s always there in the back of your mind regardless. you care about him just as much as he cares about you, you’re just more covert in your way of showing it. while you prefer quieter actions like kissing his cheek, cheering from the sidelines, or writing him notes for his classes, juyeon wears his heart on his sleeve. he’s dedicating every single second of his life to you, and making sure everyone around him knows that you are his.

jock!juyeon who follows you around like a lost puppy. he really just lets you take the lead, he’s just happy as long as he’s beside you. the only thing is, he has to be holding your hand. he’s really big on that. always holding your hand in the hallways, only letting go when the second bell rings. he holds your hand during lunch too, and if he can't, his hand is around your waist or on your thigh. he’s so clingy and touchy, but you love it. the only time you won’t allow him to be clingy is when he’s sweaty from a game or practice. but this boy will take a shower so fast just so you agree to hug him again.

jock!juyeon who is hard on himself when he doesn’t play well during games. he still feels the pressure of being the mvp of the team even though he has great support from his coaches and you. if anything happens during the game, he blames himself. you always have to cheer him up and talk him through what went wrong. telling him it’s not his fault and that he did the best he could. he’ll only feel better once he hears your soft words while patting his back. and you always make sure to give him a kiss when you’re done talking too <3

jock!juyeon who shares all his highs with you. when he got accepted onto the national team for university, you’re right there with him congratulating him and being his biggest cheerleader. he’s there through your biggest highs as well, more proud of you than anyone else when you got into your dream university. he was honestly sweating it before you opened your acceptance letter because your dream university happened to be the one he got into on scholarship, and he was so scared he’d have to spend his university years apart from you. he couldn’t be happier that he’ll be right by your side throughout university as well. he hopes after those years, he’ll not only be able to call you his girlfriend, but also see a ring on your finger.

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@talking-saxy,, @cupidslovearrows

[animekpopsimp]

Being In A Relationship With The One Piece Boys

Luffy

Luffy is absolutely clueless when it comes to romance

He didn't even realize what the feeling was when he tried to tell you about his feelings

Despite his lack of experience with relationships, he's still super sweet

Don't expect any super romantic gestures though

He'll do small things for you, so he's not totally out of touch

He's even willing to share his food, so you're special

Underneath his goofy exterior, Luffy is a very protective boyfriend

The moment he notices you in danger, he loses his shit

He'll drop whatever he's doing and rush to protect you

If he sees you injured, he will 100% blame himself

He'll stay by your side until you recover

And he'll start apologizing, even when you tell him it wasn't his fault

He's a goofy, sweet, protective boyfriend

Zoro

Zoro isn't seen as the type to be interested in a romantic relationship

But when it comes to you, he's whipped

When he's with you, he always has a soft smile on his face and a loving look in his eyes

When he goes into town with you, he'll have an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him

He secretly loves PDA

You often watch him train, and can't help but blush when you do

He notices this and it makes him smirk

Zoro loves seeing you blush

He's even more protective than Luffy

If someone is staring at you for too long, he'll glare at them, which is usually enough to scare them off

But if someone is stupid enough to keep trying, he's not afraid to get into a fight when it comes to you

The two of you will often sit in the crows nest together

That often leads to the two of you falling asleep together, with you sitting in his lap, resting your head against his chest

He's the type of boyfriend who's secretly a big teddy bear

Sanji

When Sanji meets you, it's like any other woman in the world doesn't matter

From the moment he lays eyes on you, he only keeps them on you

Both before and after the two of you are in a relationship, he's very attentive

He cooks all your favorite foods for you and he's always complimenting you

He's got a seemingly endless list of nicknames for you

When the crew finds another island, he always goes to explore with you

He'll buy you gifts all the time, jewelry, clothes, whatever he thinks is good enough for you

If someone disrespects you, you better believe that Sanji will start and finish a fight

He won't stand for any disrespect toward you, ever

Sanji may be considered a simp, but he genuinely loves you

Ace

Ace is super flirty

He always wants to make you blush

Bad pick up lines, compliments, nicknames, whatever gets you flustered

When your face turns red, he has a satisfied smirk on his face

Ace can also be soft when he wants to

He really likes cuddling and is always the big spoon

The only down side is the fact that he puts off more body heat than most people

So if it's hot outside, you might be uncomfortable

He loves bringing you to different islands with pretty views as dates

Other times you two just stargaze on the ship

Ace has to have some sort of physical contact with you at all times, it just doesn't feel right if he doesn't

He's a loveable goofball

[rose24207]

Simp sessions and sliding into DM’s

Summary: Y/N openly simps for Lando Norris during a Beta Squad video, and he surprises her by sliding into her DMs.

Genre: humor

TW: filly (?)

A/N: English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The Beta Squad filming day was already off to a chaotic start, as usual. Cameras were rolling, the boys were bantering, and you were doing what you did best: keeping them in check while simultaneously embarrassing yourself over Lando Norris.

You were the heart of the group—a mix of sass, sarcasm, and too much energy. But when it came to Lando? You couldn’t help yourself. The guys loved it, though, because your relentless simping made for prime content.

“Alright, next challenge,” Sharky announced as the crew prepped for the next scene. “We’ve got trivia, and the loser has to wear this ridiculous chicken suit for the rest of the video.”

“I am not losing this,” Chunkz said, crossing his arms.

“You better not,” AJ quipped. “Because we already know Y/N losing the second we bring up Formula 1.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned. “Listen, I might fail general trivia, but if the question’s about Lando Norris, I’ll ace it.”

“Of course you will,” Kenny teased, smirking at the camera. “You’d probably marry him if you could.”

“Who says I wouldn’t?” you shot back, flipping your hair dramatically. Then, looking directly into the lens, you added, “Lando, if you’re watching this, hi. I’m single, funny, and an excellent cook. Call me.”

The room erupted with laughter as the guys doubled over at your boldness.

“You’re shameless!” Niko said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Don’t act like you’re not jealous,” you retorted, pointing at him. “Lando’s a catch, and I’m just shooting my shot.”

The filming continued, but the Lando jokes didn’t stop. Every time a question remotely related to racing or McLaren came up, you’d light up like a Christmas tree.

“Which F1 team has won the most championships?” AJ read aloud during the trivia round.

“McLaren!” you shouted.

Chunkz groaned. “It’s Ferrari, you muppet.”

You pouted, ignoring the laughter and leaning into the camera again. “I tried, Lando. I swear I did. Don’t judge me.”

Unbeknownst to you, Lando was watching.

Ever since Filly introduced him to Beta Squad’s videos, he’d been a quiet fan. At first, he watched for the laughs, but after seeing you roast the boys with razor-sharp wit and your constant jokes about him, he became... intrigued.

“Mate, she’s proper funny,” Lando had told Filly after a particularly chaotic episode.

“Yeah, Y/N’s a legend,” Filly said with a grin. “You should DM her, bro. She’d lose it.”

“I don’t know,” Lando had said, trying to play it cool. But secretly, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head.

Back at the Beta Squad shoot, you were sitting on the sofa during a break, scrolling through Instagram. The guys were busy setting up for the next segment, but you were glued to your screen, giggling at Lando’s latest post.

“What’s so funny?” Chunkz asked, leaning over your shoulder.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, turning your phone away.

“Bet it’s Lando,” Sharky teased, walking past.

“Of course it is,” AJ said. “She’s been staring at her phone like it’s a picture of her future husband.”

“Leave me alone,” you said, laughing. “It’s not my fault he’s perfect.”

“Perfect at crashing,” Niko said, and you threw a cushion at him.

“Say that again, and I’ll fight you,” you warned, grinning.

Just then, Sharky’s phone buzzed, and he let out a surprised laugh. “No way.”

“What?” Chunkz asked, curious.

“Lando just posted a story. He’s watching our video.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

The guys crowded around Sharky’s phone, and sure enough, there was Lando’s story—a clip of you dramatically declaring your love for him, with the caption: “I’m flattered. Trivia next time?”

You froze, your face burning. “Oh my god.”

“Y/N, you’ve made it!” AJ shouted, shaking your shoulders.

“Wait, this is big,” Kenny said, laughing. “What are you gonna do?”

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed. You picked it up hesitantly, and your jaw dropped.

@landonorris: Followed you.

The room went silent for about three seconds before the guys erupted into chaos.

“He followed you?!” Chunkz yelled.

“This is better than any prank we’ve ever done,” Sharky said, grinning.

“Alright, everyone, calm down!” you said, though you were anything but calm. Your heart was pounding as you opened Instagram, and sure enough, there it was—Lando’s name sitting at the top of your followers list.

“DM him!” AJ urged.

“No, wait,” Kenny said, smirking. “Let’s see if he DMs her first.”

As if on cue, another notification popped up.

Lando Norris: Hey, Y/N. Love the videos. Also, I’m offended you got the McLaren question wrong.

You let out a strangled laugh, holding up your phone. “He DMed me.”

The guys lost it again, shouting and cheering as you stared at the screen in disbelief.

“Reply!” Niko said, practically shoving you back onto the sofa.

Taking a deep breath, you typed out a response:

You: In my defense, I panicked. But thanks for watching! Let me know when you want to collab on trivia.

His reply came quickly:

Lando Norris: Deal. But only if I get to be on your team.

You couldn’t stop smiling, and the guys teased you relentlessly for the rest of the day. But for once, you didn’t care.

Because maybe, just maybe, your shameless simping was about to pay off.

Thank you for reading!

[whatswrongwithblue]

Artowrk by inuhalfdemon

Series Masterlist

Summary:

He took her face between his clawed hands and kissed her, hard and quick.

“So now that I have you back,” as he spoke, his voice crackled and lowered several octaves, and the room darkened as he allowed his power to slip out just enough to make reality around them go fuzzy. “I’m not letting you go.”

In the 1950's, Alastor met the woman he would eventually marry but unfortunately his Radio Demon persona went for her soul rather than her hand. He has to learn what it means to love, and cherish, without possessing and he does. Their relationship is beautiful, strong, unbreakable . . . but he carries a dark secret through their marriage for decades until eventually he has to face the consequences of that secret and leave her, without warning, for seven years. He returns, finding her at the Hazbin Hotel, and has to convince her to forgive him, while being literally bound to secrecy, unable to tell her any of things he now is desperate to explain to her.

(This is a duel timeline fic, timestamps will be a the top of every chapter.)

TW: canon typical violence, language, character behavior. recreational drug use. body image issues. references to self harm. OC has ptsd from sexual trauma and spousal abuse - not from Alastor! cannibalism. gun violence. slow burn. alastor is an ass and alastor is also soft. the smut will eventually include: p&v, fingering, oral - both receiving. biting, scratching, blood play. occasional shadow tentacle and sex toy usage. Anal play. Nun Alastor makes an appearance later on. Breeding kinks - both Alastor and OC deal with breeding cycles. Touch adverse Alastor. Ace-spectrum Alastor.

Also available on AO3 .

Chapter 1 - The Pilot: Alastor returns to Hell. Basically the events of the Pilot, but rewritten with Mina present.

Part 1

Chapter 2 - Reflections. The short story of Mina's life and death.

Chapter 3 - Overture. Events of Episode 1 as well as what happened during the Extermination the day before.

Part 2

Chapter 4 - Terminally Dispelled. Mina arrives in Hell.

Chapter 5 - Radio Killed the Video Star. Events of Episode 2. Alastor is a simping show-off but still not good at processing emotions.

Part 3

Chapter 6 - Little Sunshine. - Mina's POV from the end of last chapter.

Chapter 7 - Ashes in My Wake. - Alastor handle's being smitten really, really badly.

Chapter 8 - Scrambled Eggs. - Alastor finds out someone has hurt his wife.

Part 4

Chapter 9 - Wretched and Joyful. - "First time" smut

Chapter 10 - Masquerade. - Events of Episode 4. Angst ahead!

Chapter 11 - Stitches. - Angst & post-fight make-up smut

Part 5

Chapter 12 - Drunk on Life. - extra fluff & smut

Chapter 13 - Dad Beat Dad. - Events of Episode 5 w/ smut.

Part 6 - Alastor in rut smut but also lots of dark themes. Please mind the tags of these chapters.

Chapter 14 - Welcome to Heaven.

Chapter 15 - Tainted.

Chapter 16 - Possessed.

Chapter 17 - The Prophetess vs. The Nun.

Chapter 18 - Welcome (Back) to Heaven.

Part 7

Chapter 19 - A Fate that Befell Him. - proposal & wedding day

Chapter 20 - The Silence in Between. - honeymoon smut

Chapter 21 - Hello Abaddon. - recruitment for the hotel battle

Chapter 22 - House on Fire - smut rather than dealing with feelings.

Everything below is finished, only unpublished because I need to proof read!

Part 8

Chapter 23 - Don't Take That Sinner From Me. - the day alastor left

Chapter 24 - Just Pretend. - have some more angst. as a treat.

Chapter 25 - A Place to Put Your Pain. - surprise! more smut

Chapter 26 - The Show Must Go On. - the battle

Bonus Chapters

Chapter 1 - The Library - bonus smut

Chapter 2 - Poppin' Molly - Alastor on drugs, enough said

Chapter 3 - There's Children Screaming in the Streets - my dear friend @safination wrote a Sinner's POV of Chapter 23 and it's amazing!

[coralinnii]

TWST Guys I would let date my niece (theoretically)

The reason I started playing this game was because my 10 year old niece wanted a buddy to fangirl with (she also thought I could translate the unreleased Japanese stories which… sorry, kid). As I listen to her gushing over these guys and how she wants to meet a boy like them, my auntie senses are going off on all the red flags so now I’ve been working on teaching my niece that no, hot guys does not always mean boyfie material.

So here’s the breakdown I told my niece of what I would do if any of these guys come over when she’s ready to date. It’s silly but at the same time, I’m not letting any boy, fictional or otherwise, come near my precious dear with them shades of red flags.

To clarify, this is more of their personality, I know it’s weird considering they’re fictional teenagers and she’s a real 10 year old. But still, a red flag personality is a red flag

Has my seal of approval

Trey

Kalim

Silver

Jack

Vil

Lilia

Neige

Ok…but I’m keeping an eye on you

Ace

Cater

Azul

Jamil

Ortho

Chenya

First, you and I are gonna have a talk

Riddle (mainly his temper and impatience…and the in-laws)

Deuce (also his temper)

Ruggie (the 5-finger discount don’t fly under my watch)

Epel (also temper…deja vu, much)

Sebek (again the temper…and tone down the Malleus simping)

Jade (don’t be bringing drama into my household)

Rook (it’s the creepy simping)

Malleus (Book 7…)

Oh, you and I are gonna fight, first!

Leona

Floyd

Idia

Rollo

[satorusugurugurl]

Marie’s 2K Follower Celebration!

I want to start by saying thank you so much for over 2K followers!! I never thought I would meet so many lovely people, but I posted some fics to please my brainworms! I genuinely love and adore every one of you! And I hope to make many more friends!

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I want to announce my 2K follower celebration to celebrate this milestone!

Summer Smut Fest!

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What you’ll do is pick a prompt and a character! These will be drabbles, hopefully, no more than 500-1K words each. Once the prompt has been taken, it will be crossed off! To participate, please send in and ask! You can have Anon on or not, but it doesn’t matter!

That being said, let the celebration begin! Fic’s will be worked on this week and posted next week starting on 07/08! Let the summer celebration begin!

Prompts:

Ferris Wheel at a Summer Carnival (Toji)

Packing a Picnic (Gojo)

Viewing Fireworks (Sukuna)

Babysitting (Reader home from college) (Choso)

Beach Day (Toji)

The AC went out! (Choso or Nanamin)

Chillin’ by the Pool (Sukuna)

Stargazing (Suguru)

Road trip! (Sukuna)

Bonfire and Smores (Choso)

Water Balloon Fight

Camping (Nanami)

Backyard Movie Night (Choso)

Wine Tasting (Gojo)

Hammock

Berry picking (Gojo)

Hiking (Choso)

Hosting a barbecue (what could go wrong?)

Flower Crowns in a flower field! (Suguru!)

Margaritas (Nanami)

Huge thank you to @sugurubabe for her help!! Love you!!

Forever Tag List:

@darkstarlight82 @pandoness @nealeart @simp-plague @sugurubabe @chilichopsticks @reap3erslov3

Please know:

I do not write fics for the minor characters. Please use 18+ characters only! (Can be male/female characters from JJK)

[rubra-wav]

Various Adam headcanons

A/N I'm not an Adam simp, I just have been thinking abt him since the last post I did.

A lot of these are just things I feel in vibes and are completely baseless haha.

Cw: SFW, angsty in parts, misogyny, slight reference to disordered eating, uhhh idk man it's mixed

He's very messy and his house is like a bombsite of unwashed dishes and laundry.

Think messy roommate horror stories: that's him, and he doesn't give a single damn about it. Thinks he shouldn't have to clean up his house because that's a 'chick thing'

He's naturally really warm and overheats a lot because of it. Due to this, he has his house cold so he isn't sweating his ass off at all times.

He's really good to sleep next to during cold weather, but is God awful during hot weather.

Will not stop bitching about it being too hot when he's slightly uncomfortable and laughs at people who are easily cold, calling them weak.

His favourite things to watch are shitty b grade movies - especially comedy ones.

Prides himself on knowing current lingo, memes, and jokes (and actually pulls off not sounding like an old person trying to be 'hip with the kids' and cringey)

Follow up: makes deez nuts and ligma jokes out of everything and finds it hilarious. Sera sent him out of a meeting for doing this to Emily one time.

He's the type of mf who is pretentious asf about beer being superior and believes any guy who likes sweeter drinks / doesn't like beer are pussies.

He secretly doesn't believe this in the slightest and actually hates beer, he'd never admit it though. He has a sweet tooth and actually really likes drinks like Baileys.

Constantly talking, even if it's just to himself.

He likes AC/DC a lot. Ironically, 'highway to hell' is one of his favourite songs of all time.

He always wears his mask because he feels more vulnerable without it.

If you're close with him, he'd likely feel more comfortable to take it off around you - would fight to keep it on at all times if he doesn't trust you or feel safe with you.

I headcanon he put on weight after getting to heaven because after he was kicked out of Eden he didn't have nearly as much food, so he began binging when he finally had it again. It kind of just stayed a comfort for him.

He's really insecure about his weight gain too. If you point it out he's gonna get really upset. (Like how Lucifer does in ep 8)

Follow up: he literally always has snacks and is an absolute bitch about sharing them. If he does share them with you, he expects you to be really grateful.

His masculinity is fragile as it gets.

Would physically wilt if you even slightly imply he's not masculine and then become extremely angry and try to prove he actually is.

The main reason he is misogynistic is due to his experience with Lilith.

Before Lilith ran away from him, I think that Adam actually had extremely high respect for women.

His whole purpose was to reproduce. Women do a hell of a lot more then men during the whole process of reproduction and dude worships pussy even now (he named his best soldier after it. Not after dick, vag)

I imagine that it was a much larger appreciation for women in general before Lilith screwed him over.

This soured into misogyny, though, after she ran away and likely grew much, much worse with Eve due to her actually being made from him.

Eve then proceeded to eat the apple given to her and resulted in them being kicked out of Eden, which made it even worse.

He's the definition of that one reddit incel who had bad experiences with a handful of women and now is an absolute misogynistic cunt lmao

Hella abandonment issues.

Also hella jealousy issues.

Doesn't matter if you're a friend or a partner, he's going to be grappling to be number one and the only one in your life.

He's not manipulative or slick about it even a little though, it's obvious as it gets. Will vy for your attention by being literally as obnoxious as possible constantly.

Literally so clingy.

If you ever point it out, he'll deny it though and get very flustered.

Bro needs reassurance so bad you aren't gonna leave him if you're his partner.

Will sometimes just get really quiet and ask if he did something if he even slightly senses a tone shift to negativity.

Pretends it never happened afterwards and will downplay his fears massively if you call him out on it.

He's the type of sleeper who moves around a lot and ends up upside down somehow. Also a sleep talker.

Is the type of mf who has the skill to transcribe songs into guitar simply by ear.

He never shuts up about it, so although it is actually a really incredible skill, you want to not praise it because of how annoying he is over it.

Follow up: can play most types of guitar.

One of those extremely annoying rock fans who scoff when you put on anything but rock.

Also acts like he knows more about rock than anybody.

If you put on country music around him, he will forcefully grab the aux from you to turn it off.

He knows he actually isn't very smart at all and is super insecure about it.

He's had it used against him time and time again by people like Lilith and overcompensates to deter this by acting like he is actually the smartest person at all times.

When someone treats him like he's stupid, especially about something he actually knows/is knowledgeable about, he's extremely defensive about it (like when Lute points out the shield to him in ep 8)

Would be the type to go "Mansplaining means 'man explaining things'" to you with complete lack of self-awareness.

I need to draw Sera looking absolutely horrified as he screams the lyrics to highway to hell so bad.

Got possessed with the energy I had to suddenly write this omg.

[mia-martian]

I wanna bring to the Death Note and Lawlight community a take that I have and rarely ever hear about.

A lot of people seem to look at or even just remember L as an unfeeling apathetic weirdo- and this is coming from people who haven't seen the anime in years or just see a couple scenes of him. And that's a fair enough assessment to make- dude is detached in his own way.

But it's really ironic when he's put next to Light Yagami, a character who I believe literally doesn't know how to love.

Not in the aro/ace way- dude doesn't even know how to love anyone platonically. He doesn't love his family, he doesn't love his friends or his romantic partners, he doesn't love anyone. If he shows any small signs of it, I am not inclined to believe it.

When his father died and he cried, it looked like the most half-assed performance to me. As if he used it to framework and test how he would act for L's death. (Edit: Apparently Soichiro's death was after L's i think? I remembered that incorrectly. But at the same time, I think he copy-pasted his fake reaction to L's death and reused it for his dad. Point is, I don't believe he even grieves sincerely.)

And I don't think the Death Note itself exclusively did this to him. Sure, it influenced him a LOT. When you find yourself in a place of power, your brain chemistry LITERALLY changes. Of course the ability to kill with almost no consequence would influence him.

But even in the Yostuba amnesia arc, even when he's doe-eyed and defending the innocent and fighting with L about the people who died for the Kira case, I am not convinced that it's the truth. I am not convinced that he isn't just saying what he was taught to say and believe by his father. I am not convinced he fully believes his own words, even subconsciously. At least in the context of the anime and manga, he is the most insincere character I have ever seen. It's nothing but bullshit coming out of his mouth.

I'd argue the Death Note only gave him a feeling of authority that caused the mask to slip off. I'd argue that he was always this lost and was just waiting for an excuse to cut to the chase on 'justice'. To build his guillotine and finally start collecting the heads he wants to put on his mantle. He is the unfeeling, apathetic and cold freak that I've seen people assume L is. All the Death Note did was foster it.

Because while L tries to be a character for the necessary evil and gray area (i.e. Lind L. Tailor), Light is just evil. He is blindly writing names and filling pages the moment he realizes that the notebook works. He is placing a bomb in his house without thinking of the risks he'd place on his kid sister or his well-meaning parents. He is manipulating women and using them like tools. I simply cannot imagine a reality in canon where Light Yagami can love.

And obviously my point isn't to say "Lawlight wouldn't work in canon !! You can't ship them !!" The canon of a story isn't some kind of divine set of rules, literally have all the fun you want. Canon isn't real. This story isn't real. Literally make it all up and turn Light Yagami into a pining, simping mess. If anything, that's justice.

But it's interesting to think about. I used to ship Lawlight so intensely. But then years later, when I rewatched the anime, my feelings changed drastically.

Now I can't fucking stand Light Yagami, and I wish the same fate he places on all his victims. As ironic as that is.

If he was a real human being, and I had the notebook in my hands, his name would be one of the first that I would write. Call that a sign of my bias.

Now I can't imagine a single scenario where Light loves L.

I mean, I think L definitely would have feelings for Light. L has shown that he has the capability to care, despite how the writers tact on things like in the How to Read manga where his line about Light being his first ever friend could've been a 'coldly thought-out strategy.' (Eye roll)

Even in the scenario that L doesn't truly consider Light a friend, he shows that he cares for people even a little bit. When a member of the task force decides to quit and leave, L says he appreciates him and makes sure he and his family are well paid and protected. When he witnesses a member die, he's shaking in fear. He is capable of being vulnerable and caring for others. He just doesn't do it often. It's half a choice to protect himself, and half his unmasked autism. (And bro IS autistic i don't gotta defend that point)

L is capable of loving Light if L allowed himself to. If that "you're my first friend" line is sincere, he's opened his heart up to a monster. And the unfortunate thing is that there is no possible way Light is reciprocating. Light is the unfeeling, lying monster, uncapable of even concieving what love feels like. Light doesn't care for other people. His motives might be driven by a sense of justice, but that is just the flavor. That's just the color that his true intentions are thinly painted over. The true intention of power. The only thing that brings him joy is the authority he believes he has over humanity.

[disominous]

Hello! 🤗

Please I need some college au player turned simp Sukuna!! Hot shit at school. Captain of something. Football,basketball,hockey,the swim team it truly doesn't matter. Cocky for a reason 😏(eww). Doesn't have to work to get girls and then meets "the one" and he has to have her. By any means possible. NSFW or at least allude to it?

And also if you can maybe a friend's turned enemies. Very one sided. Mainly fem. Maybe some kind of miscommunication between them or Choso isn't a very good friend and they make up later. The whole you don't realize what you have until it's gone vibes. NSFW please 🥺

Thank you! 💞

A/N: This is honestly mostly fluff. I only realized after writing this out that I kinda wrote your Sukuna prompt wrong but since I didn't wanna trash it I'm posting it sjfjsjfn feel free to send another ask 😭😭 this is mostly proofread

Plot: College Judo Champion!Sukuna x Reader. Reader gets hurt. Sukuna is an asshole in a very cocky way. Uhhhhh idk what else lmao a fair amount of scene changes here n there. Also, a lot of cussing kinda. Enjoy!!

wc: 5,143

"Fuck- It had to be fucking glass."

Your head bobbed; the stinging error of your ways stabbed the nape of your neck as a pulsating reminder. You couldn't help staring at the abysmal landscape behind Sukuna, barely even registering the tattoos displayed on his blood-sodden arm. You knew it was dark, but everything became too dark too quick. Was it always this blurry? Weren't there-

"Turn that shit off."

Weren't there strobe lights before? That's why it had to be this dark. They had completely wrecked your vision into static- Into floating particles with faint remnants of an oncoming migraine aura.

Was the pink and red coloring what you were envisioning? Isn't it familiar?

"Prices will go up soon," Your radio blared out, "So get a shiny new Arctic AC from the Elmer Brothers before the offer runs out! No interest or payments for a ye-"

"Fuckin' waste of gas," You close your eyes from the sudden nose-splat you took into his shoulder, "Stop keeping your car on for the AC. Or for the fuckin' AC ads."

He smelled like his cologne.

At least you could still smell.

It wasn't supposed to be this dark- There were strobe lights, right? And didn't they kinda look like his hair? The faint remnants of your migraine- Was it his hair?

Your head wasn't just hurting, it was being stabbed. The nape of your neck pulsat- You've thought that already.

What have you done? Your head swayed, your eyes strained, your nose was runny.

It was like you were high.

And you just blinked.

Usually you'd be more aware of your surroundings. You'd be able to pick up the dimly lit LED's on the overhead compartment of your car, you would have foraged through the trash and grime for the first aid kit you knew was hidden behind you, and you'd be more worried about the man before you who was fighting between his pain and his attitude.

But your head hurt.

You'd have made sure he was the one sitting in the passenger seat, right? Being taken care of while you stood next to the door. The breeze would have lifted up the corner of the tattered shirt you bought from Goodwill, giving him direct access to grazing the bare skin he subconsciously likes to grip onto.

But you weren't aware of this. All you could process was the blurry vision- The speckled lights flickering in your peripheral vision. Either from tears or shock, it didn't matter.

Was the pink and red coloring what you were envisioning? Or are you catching glimpses of his hair?

"Talk to me, sweetheart." His voice was firm, but you could barely even register his arm reaching abroad to flip open your glove box, "Now's not the time to be quiet."

There never was a time to be quiet when it came to Sukuna. Some time prior- and you couldn't even be bothered to remember when, he had won a championship for the university's Judo team.

A team you didn't even know they had.

"Sukuna!" Your friend had yelped in your ear, "Over- Hey! Hey, over here!"

Your eyes had closed from the gripping shock her shriek held on your eardrums, opening them at an inopportune time for another shrill of undesirable voices.

Well undesirable to you, anyway.

The crowd was chanting, swallowing up the referees and competitors into inaudible pro-Sukuna marches.

"Let's fucking go!" His friend bellowed in front of you with a sturdy jump off the bleachers.

"Sukuna!" You flinched your eyes shut once more, "I told you we could do it! W-"

"Where's your first aid?"

He was good at doing that. Another stupid little mumble of his that momentarily pulled you back, forcing you to agonize over the situation at hand.

What were you doing? Where were you? Why are you of all people going silent? Why couldn't you do anything worthwhile?

Why are you such a goddamn fucking coward?

"It's in the console," You spoke faintly. Maybe too faintly. Even if you had been preoccupied with your thoughts and unbecomings, Sukuna was juggling between bandaging himself up and watching you.

"Hello to you, too." He laughed, "The console?"

Yeah, it was the console. You had said that already, and maybe you would have muttered it again prior to your cheek hitting the car seat.

It rubbed against you like chalk. You knew you drove a piece of shit, Sukuna talked about it all the goddamn time. He was probably thinking about it now, even as he shifted through your shit as his knees steadied near the door.

Had you been standing by the door, you'd have felt the breeze lift up the corner of your Goodwill shirt- Something you've thought of already. But then, had you not been sat where you were, you wouldn't feel the slight brushing of his forearm against the sliver of exposed skin on your hip.

Another instance of something for him to grab, at least.

You could feel the tiniest of goosebumps litter you while staring beyond him to nothing. Nothing but the abysmal landscape and his tattoos. His left arm steadied itself on the seat head, aligned perfectly with your eyebrow ridge.

The wound was in your face.

You had no idea if he was making any commentary or not, but assumed it was likely.

"The fuck is this?" He once sneered.

You blinked in confusion with a purse approaching your lips, vaguely acknowledging the students that chattered in the background of the university's main walkway.

"Mm... A car? You ever hear of them?"

The faintest skin contact you had with him sent blood rushing straight to your ears. Your heart was pounding, but this time it wasn't out of any ill-timed crush or adoration.

It was because you were weak.

"It's shit on wheels," he had remarked, "You got all this shit in here-"

"It's not shit on wheels." you curled back, "You, on the other hand-"

"What the fuck do you need this for?" he held up the bag in disgust, prying his fingers away from his face as he leaned against the frame.

You shrugged.

"Trash."

He proceeded to shove it into your chest, huffing as he turned back to the open view of your backseat.

"You ever fuckin' use it?"

You knew he was probably thinking that. Was he silent about it, or verbalizing it? Sukuna wasn't one to keep his thoughts to himself, but he was also hurt at the moment.

He was hurt because you were weak and incapacitated. You were helpless, powerless, fuck it- Impotent in the eyes of any physical activity that required somebody to rely on you. You couldn't even manage to get the shitty first aid kit you bought online yourself; he had to scour through your piece of trash vehicular knockoff while you sat there with your knees facing forward and poor, precious- Useless hands in your lap. He had to be the one to set it next to your leg, to open it, and to prepare it himself.

"Why do I need a first aid kit?" you had questioned him with your knees pulled into a hug while sat in the corner of his training facility, "I'll just... Go to the hospital or something, I don't know."

he had looked at you with a scrunched nose and hints of bewilderment.

You shrugged, "They're expensive."

His head swooped down, "And the hospital isn't?"

your eyes looked at the ceiling. Usually the facilities here had leaking spots, almost as if someone shook a carton of soda and went crazy. This one was clean, though.

"Got me there."

His movements were precise- Knowledgeable even, and it would have caught your attention had it not been for the gash on his arm. He had blood everywhere.

Why? All because you're weak? He has to get stitches because you can't throw a punch? He has to clean it himself because your hands aren't capable of doing anything besides hiding the crocodile tears you knew you were shedding? As if you'd be able to be genuine in any moment, let alone this one.

He had maneuvered his left arm from your seat and settled it on the door frame as he grasped onto the bandage roll. You could use this moment alone as proof of gravity; Hopefully he'd be willing to clean up the spots of blood that splattered across the frame.

You watched as he fumbled with the wipes, the Alcohol- The whatever he was going to use to sanitize it. You noticed how the cut completely ignored the lines of tattoos on his arm, almost as if he was slaughtered by a child's attempt at a coloring book. Your eyes followed when he crouched himself before you, mumbling obscenities to himself while flexing the blood off his vein like a dripping faucet.

"See somethin' you like?" he quipped.

He cleans it off himself, because you weren't capable of doing anything. He was fumbling with everything in your kit, trying to prioritize whatever sequence he thought was best for cleaning the wound. And once he got himself situated, he attempted the unraveling of the roll. You caught how a few trickles of blood wiped along the edge of the bandage as it swayed over the wound. He faced his elbow up towards him, using his other hand to wrap it around the width.

It kept coming off, there was no secureness in it.

And maybe he was doing it on purpose. You wouldn't put it past Sukuna to be playful with your self-hatred.

"You gonna keep staring at my arms or are you gonna help me clean this up?"

He was always playful with it. He knew where it came from. He knew you never thought yourself as better than anyone, of worthy of anything. He could have guessed for a multitude of reasons. It could have been because you were struggling financially, but you never really cared about wearing hand-me-downs. It could have been because you didn't put too much effort into your appearance, but that was because your laziness and worry of spending even a penny outweighed any desire to be seen as purely presentable.

But it's not like you walked around like a complete buffoon.

At least, not in your eyes.

"Yeah, okay." he bunches up the wrap to reveal it in your face. "Here."

he holds it out, but you don't move. Like a coward you sat, still staring below the item at his arm.

"Come on," he forces it into your palm, "Put those hands to use if you're not gonna talk."

You stare.

You stare and you can't help but think somebody else would have been better in this situation. Somebody who would have been competent, somebody who would have had more experience with not freezing up.

There was a gymnast one time that you knew, who completely worshipped the very movements of Sukuna's Seoi-Nage and Hane-Goshi. You, as stupid and un-worldly as you are, asked her:

"Who's Hana Gosh-"

"C'mon, I don't have all day." his face cocked downwards to meet your eyes, "You want me to bleed to death?"

You don't know much about Judo, much to Sukuna's demise. You looked at him, the glint in his eyes and the withering of the bandages let you know once more, that he's not all that bothered by what went down. Sukuna has been slowly, but surely, forcing his knowledge onto you. He had taken you to the mat the other day, throwing you around like a ragdoll in the name of self defense.

He at least did it wisely though, having previously spent weeks teaching you how to fall properly and without pain.

Yet here you were, showing him the true cowardice that poisoned your soul. What was the point of any lesson- Of any book he threw your way to make you learn?

Your eyes gravitated towards the wrap. Your nimble and freezing fingers hesitated like a stutter as you loosely grabbed it. You might as well as try now, God knows Sukuna's probably done with you.

Why wouldn't he be?

You look at the back of his forearm, more than familiar with the hairs that laid flat on them. Just yesterday, your nails were digging into them as he had you on the mat once more for practice, facing away from him in a headlock. He was cocky then, and as it turns out, being the girlfriend of a cocky asshole gave him your permission to express what else he could do to you on the mat.

"Kinda like you in this position," he had whispered into your ear. You could feel the tip of his smile graze it; the arm that locked around your neck felt precariously warm and bit into the free edges of your nails. he chuckled at your grip, "What're you gonna do about it, baby?"

you rolled your eyes with a smile, slightly shaking your head at his absurdity.

"Nothing," You joked, "That's why I'm here, remember?"

he tsked at your response, "It's been weeks. Show me something."

"Or else what?"

"Keep testing me." his voice was low as his other hand splayed across your stomach, "I want you to find out what'll happen."

You stretch out the flimsy, pale wrapping weakly. Lifting your hand to the fresh blood that just started to clot, you attempt to place it flat as lightly as possible. Your fingers shook in a struggle of getting a meager, even breath out of your lungs.

Sukuna flinched back.

Your eyes shot to him, stalling the sounds of your expanding chest.

"My eyes are up here." he winked.

The dangling wrap in your hand had more blood on it than before. Your hands shake from the cold, possibly from fear. It's not as if the desperate attempt to wrap the bandage around him was the cause, but whatever has you shaken is noticeably the reason you can't seem to grasp the roll with any strength. It sat in your lap as you manage to just barely place it around his forearm when you accidentally, as always, drop it.

Your eyes travel down to the bandage that trailed itself along your leg. There was a tint of red on your finger.

You were here because of your mistakes- Because of your decisions. You couldn't even grasp a fucking bandage that weighed nothing more than a feather. The least you deserved was for blood to roll off your fingers just as it did with his.

"You're okay." he felt mere inches from your ear. The very hair on your neck stood straight from the low hush of his voice, "Pick it up and try again."

You do.

After a moment, you pick it up with a pinch from your leg, setting your sight on the brunching of it in your hands. You start the process over. You look at his forearm, you touch him hesitantly and lightly, and you shakily secure the corner around him with your thumb.

And you finally, after too many moments of deliberation, start wrapping it securely around his forearm.

"Make it tighter," his voice was low and quiet, "I'll be fine, I'm a strong boy."

You took in a breath while adjusting the pressure with a twist around your palm, giving him the tightness he was asking for.

"There you go." he groaned, looking away from you with a hidden expression, "That's better."

Who knows how long it took for you to complete the task. Had you been athletic, you would have had more quickness with it as if it were muscle memory. Had you been competent, you could have given pointers regarding the sanitization. Had you been anything besides meek and vulnerable, you could've been something to him.

Sukuna was a star athlete.

The head of the Judo team with a voice that could immediately trigger someone's fight or flight. You weren't scared of him when you first met though, you didn't even know him. You had no idea who he was when you were sat at a table in a shitty little pizza parlor with your friends. You had never seen tattoos like that until they were wrapping themselves around her shoulders, causing you to glance in her direction at the new presence.

"-'s Sukuna!"

"Su-what?" you spoke with strained eyebrows, realizing you just completely missed his introduction.

"Sukuna!" she giggled while bringing his hand to her face, "I wanted you to meet him."

Your eyebrows furrow once more as you bring your finger up to scratch the tiredness away from your waterline.

"Why'd you want me to meet him?"

He had sat himself down on the booth next to her solo chair, a smile etching on his face as he looked at her.

"No, not you." she shoots a look at you, "I'm talking to S-"

"So, You got a thing for my arms, now?"

Your ears were ringing.

Had you kept your eyes open the entire time?

You watched as he flexed his forearm once more, "Can't say I blame you."

You've heard him say that before. When you first started to get to know him, he hardly ever even referenced you. In fact, you couldn't pay him five bucks to remember your name.

"You just gonna stand there and watch?" he had joked, "Can't say that I blame you."

You stared at him on the ground, squinting at his expression.

"...Aren't you supposed to be a good athlete?"

Just that one stupid little sentence of yours made him pause from his attempt at standing back up. He swiveled his head with a sigh loosening his lips to give you a crooked, cocky grin. He caught your eyes as he leaned back on his palm, gravel digging into it as he shoved his other one in the air for you to take like he was a princess needing to be escorted.

"Help me up," he spoke, "I'll show you how good I am."

Your eyes traced his fingers, taking a quick glance around the curvature of his rings. They were silver and black, speckled with a mirror-clean image. You trailed your eyes back to him, and with a deep, hefty breath...

You walked away.

"Oh c'mon," You heard his bellowed laugh, "What're you afraid of? We don't even know each other!"

"You literally throw people for a living," you shot back without looking.

And you had proceeded to walk away.

Sukuna, brave and mighty as he may be, was confined to crutches for a few weeks because of a bad strain. The truth of the matter may have been a little different, you're more inclined to believe he kept them so long for sympathy. You weren't in the mood to play into his flirtatious throwing skills, knowing full well he could body you with or without any temporary handicap that made him eat shit, face first.

However, for the weeks that followed with him hanging off of your friend, you still actively went out of your way for him because he was on crutches. You knocked rocks out of his path when he trailed behind you whispering sweet nothings into your friends ear. You walked the friend group around buildings to the accessibility ramps when you knew they were playing follow the leader, as their drunk asses couldn't give a shit about anything other than giggling their gossip amongst each other. You even held an umbrella over hers and his heads once on a particularly rainy day. All of which never really earned you a thank you from him. It wasn't like you were doing this to gain his favor, but you simply did it as a gesture for him slowly integrating into your friend group.

It all came to a head though, when you finally did do something stupid that got his attention.

Enough for him to remember your name.

"Repeat that for me."

You let the silence fester.

Your ears picked up the distant music, the rustling of leaves, and the laughing of a group not too far from where you sat in the car. You had spoken, apparently.

It was the main thing on your mind.

"I think we should break up."

You sniffed your nose, refusing to make eye contact knowing full well that you are the only reason he's hurt. Hopefully, your voice wasn't too meek and too quiet.

You stared down at your shoes. Previously-white would be a compliment to the off-brand-off-color soles that stilled below.

A few months ago, you had side stepped yourself in front of him to take a punch. Kicking up a tuff of grass- Probably the little speck of muck you can see in the corner of the outsole.

You knew it was stupid. You knew he could have dumped the crutches and fought back, but it was like an innate action in you abrupted. That wasn't the sequence of events that got you stuffed into the passenger seat after you attempted to start the car, however.

No.

What happened was simple, and it wasn't justifiable in comparison to the bloodied figure that stood before you.

You had, completely on accident and not at all your fault, bitch slapped his enemy.

It wasn't your fault; you shot your hand back like memories of childhood cat fights resurfaced.

And then, you ran.

Because you realized you had, indeed, just bitch slapped his enemy.

Sukuna thought it was the funniest fucking thing he had ever seen. He couldn't help but watch in an erroneous awe as the umbrella you held over his head fell to the floor, corners smacking the top of his head as you scurried off like a drowned rat.

He stared back at the guffawed crowd that slowly formed, using the end of his crutch to trip the guy that tried to go after you.

And from then on, he bothered you tremendously. He wasn't one to thank people, but he also wasn't one to feel like he owed somebody. It didn't sit well with him that he wasn't able to predict a stranger jumping in for him, and as cocky and competent as he may be, his guilt started to seep in after the hilarity of the situation washed off.

Because you had unknowingly just made yourself an enemy of another talented fighter. All because he was on crutches.

Your stupid decision on day one of Sukuna finally remembering your name built up to this moment, where the guy you had bitch slapped wanted to prove to everybody that he wouldn't let you get away with it.

Your hands started to shake in your lap as your ears perked at his low chuckle.

"Sure we should." Sukuna brought his hand to his face, wiping off the streak of blood that convened on his chin. "And I should win a Tony award."

"I'm serious," You spoke.

"I'll bet you are." he turned towards you from his heightened angle, "I'm not breaking up with you over a scratch."

Your eyes squint, your eyebrows furrow. Actions that you can't seem to prevent around him.

"It's not just a scratch-"

"You think I give a shit about this?" he held up his forearm for you to view, "They were bashing your fucking head in and you think I give a shit about some glass? Get the fuck outta here. Break up, my ass."

Everyone had just watched. Sukuna wasn't the only person that hadn't bothered to remember your name. And unfortunately for you, if you exist as a nobody, you get beaten as one as well.

The only person to do anything about it had arrived late, but the second he realized what was going on, he had thrown him off you. And his enemy decided to break a beer bottle to finish the fight.

Hence, why Sukuna was mocking your sulking attitude with jokes about his gorified forearm.

You listened as he slid himself down with a huff against your car door.

"We're not breaking up because you feel bad."

"I'm fine." Your voice nothing more than a mutter, still refusing his line of contact.

"Look at yourself in the mirror and say that shit to me again."

Your ring finger traced the corner of your eye. Every little thing seems to be a memory for you. And luckily, they were largely good.

"Say that shit to her again," he had laughed, almost maniacally. "Let me hear it this time."

"I'm not talking t-"

"Say that shit to my girlfriend again or walk the fuck away from me." his palm traced your lower back, "Your choice."

And they stood silent.

"Or I could make it for you, too."

You hadn't known you were his girlfriend at that point. Not that it was your fault, you just hadn't had the conversation yet. Sukuna was not a particular fan of that following conversation though, even if you just wanted unabashed clarity.

You could still hear the party going. You finally let your eyes view over him, crinkling your nose at the way his muscles strained over his knees and biceps flexed with his calloused fingers.

You couldn't help yourself eventually. He was, unequivocally, extremely hot.

For you, it started with his voice. Son of a bitch had the mouth of a sailor, but if it wasn't honest, it was for a joke. His reputation didn't precede him, it completely misconstrued him. Sukuna liked to laugh, liked to fight, liked to eat, and liked to watch pretty girls walk around while giggling with their friends.

But he also liked you.

He liked that you tried, even if you didn't succeed. He liked that you knew nothing about Judo- He could make a mockery of you and you wouldn't even know what it meant.

But you still caught on.

And you persisted with him and his banter. You both were allowed to exist with each other wholeheartedly, which included moments of insecurity and vulnerability.

Even if it was hard for him to take those moments seriously.

"They had you on the floor." he cracked his neck swiftly, "I don't give a shit if you didn't get hurt. I bought you that jacket, and they ruined it. That's good enough for me."

you look down at it, grasping the hefty material between your fingers.

It became your sole jacket, now blood soaked and alcohol bleached. Sukuna had noticed you often wore jackets despite the enraging temperatures outside.

And of course, that was just another thing he gave you shit for.

"I don't need your permission to break up with you, Kuna."

he laughs at you, folding his healthy arm into the crook of his lap.

"Yeah, you do."

"No," You shook your head in opposition, "I really don't."

"I've decided you do." he nods along, flicking a piece of dirt off his knee.

"Well," you trailed your words behind his mocking, "Then, I've decided, just now, that I don't."

You can feel the piercing of his eyes into your skull. God forbid he ever be granted lasers, you'd surely be evaporated in moments on one of his bad days.

"Seriously?"

your eyes travel away from him further, knowing you're once again a reason for his bad days. His voice was firm as always, but it was more strained and annoyed than his usual temperament with you.

"You're gonna break up with me because I defended you?"

"You got hurt." Your eyes continue to refuse his glare, "It's my fault."

"So did you," he gestures, "I spent weeks teaching you how to fight. You want me to break up with you because you can't do jackshit?"

In his defense, you really couldn't do jackshit. He couldn't even start out on punches with you. He had to teach you how to properly stretch.

As in, literally just reaching your fingertips to the tips of your feet.

"Yes."

"Bullshit. We're not breaking up over this."

"We should."

"No."

"Kuna-"

"We're not having this conversation," he bit out with a fling of his head away from you, "Not when you look like a Black Friday victim."

your brain stuttered, slightly malfunctioned at his insult.

"A what?" a small smile forms on your lips.

he gestures around with his bloodied hand, "You look like that wack ass Barbie from the movie we watched."

Oh.

"You mean Weird?"

"Yeah, you look fuckin' weird."

"No, I mean Weird Barbie." You curl your expression from him.

"Sure," he nods, "You can be Weird Barbie."

"I'm not saying I wanna b-" his eyes meet yours as you sigh, "What's that got to do with Black Friday, anyway?"

He shakes his head as you both look away, enjoying the temporary vacation from any banter to listen to the wind blowing.

It was still Sukuna, though. And this was the first instance of him seeing you in a state like this. Sure, he usually lets his propensity for shit talking overrule his mouth, but even he could recognize when it wasn't enough for him.

"You really okay?"

He had asked you several times before. While he was dragging your tripping feet to the car you agreed to take home together. While he forced you away from the drivers seat after your fingers found the slot for your keys. After he had shoved you into the passenger seat and inspected you inch for inch, hardly saying anything between his gripping and tugging.

You were lucky that you weren't bleeding. Just bruised with a shattered ego.

"Sure."

"Change your mind about the hospital?"

"I think you need it more than me."

he shook his head, "I don't need shit."

"Then, I don't either."

"Yeah, right."

"What, you wanna re-enact all your freaky nurse dreams with me or something?"

He scoffs a laugh, "If you're offering."

"That was not an offer," You look away, "Most people call it mocking."

"You're mocking me?"

"Is there an echo?"

"Oh, so now you're suddenly brave huh?" he cocked his head, "Where was this attitude half an hour ago?"

"Mm... It got drowned in vodka."

"You drank tonight?"

you held up your fingers, a small distance between them up for him to view.

he pushes himself up from the ground, a sly grin crossing his face as he makes his way to you.

"Good." he ruffles your hair with a laugh as he moves your legs in the car, "I'm gonna take advantage of you while I still can."

"Can I stay at yours tonight?"

"What'd you think I meant?" he grips the door, "Watch your fingers. And no vomiting in my car."

"It's my car."

"Su car, Mi car."

"You're not failing Spanish, are you?"

he shoves your head down to make you look in your lap.

you smile to yourself, lifting your head as you hear him close your door and walk around the front, gripping your car keys in hand as he strides.

[thatoneguydownthestreet]

Yo! I really love your apocalypse yuu writings I keep coming back to see if it has updated.

I read the Lilia finds out part and when I read the "Epel gave Yuu an apple and he didn't know what it was" it got me thinking about it all night.

How would the first years react to Yuu not eating anything at all(probably other than bread) because he doesn't know what those foods are?

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FEM ALIGNED DNI

Yuus pronouns are he/him, although they're mentioned briefly

This is barely proofread so please excuse the grammar mistakes.

Featuring: Epel, Ace, Duece, Jack, and sebek (there is implied lilia at the very end but it is literally one sentence)

Warnings: Talks of starvation, Yuu's illness, and survivers guilt, so skip this if you're uncomfortable with any of that.

Also I know it's been over a month. I have no excuse. I just didn't feel like it. But I have been teaching myself how to draw so I can be a bigger simp to Jamil so that's fun ig.

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Damn bro, you really don't know shit huh?

Epel was excited, to say the least.

I mean, could you really blame him? It's not everyday that you get a big ol' crate full of the apples that you were raised with.

By all means, epel should've been long sick of eating apples. Having them almost everyday for majority of his life, dried and dehydrated in the winter, and fresh and juicy in the spring and summer.

But no, no epel felmeir loves those apples. Every single one he ate seemed to effortlessly send him back to the simpler times of his childhood. Where he would send hours upon hours avoiding his siblings and playing games with his cousins in the orchards and taking naps in the sun while he waited for his meemaws infamous apple pies to finish baking. And meemaw would almost always let him have the first slice! Of the ones she wasn't going to sell at least.

He really missed her...

He'd have to ask her to bake him another one this winter.

But just getting to read the letter she had wrote, along with his parents and one of the towns kids that always followed him around like a lost baby duck, put a smile on his face.

Yeah. He'd get to see them soon, and once he graduates, he can get them more money, and be strong enough to protect them if it ever came to that.

Unfortunately, as great as his parents apples were, they couldn't fight the natural forces of time.

Dear sevens- they'd sent him nearly three dozen apples! All high quality too... it shouldn't effect sales too much. The orchards were big, and his parents would rather give up that expensive family heir loom necklace that his mother always wore than start selling spoiled apples.

But still, epel couldn't possibly eat thirty-six apples before they all started to rot. Plus, he didn't know how long they took to ship to the isle of sages, so that cut the time frame even shorter.

.....Does Jack like apples?

Should he even be considering giving Jack an apple to begin with? Their relationship was pretty vague. We're they actually friends or just study buddies?

Study buddies can give eachother gifts too right? And plus, it's food, not a 24 carrot gold ring or something crazy like that.

It should be fine. Maybe he'll give one to ace too. They were friends. Surely.

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Ace trappola would say he was a good friend. I mean, he wasn't the best by any means, but he was decent.

Yeah, he could be kind of a dick. But who isn't at this point, honestly, even deuce, even cater had their moments.

But he was still someone the people in his life could go to for things, usually physically, tangible this like food or an extra ball or something, but he wasn't completely useless when it came to emotions either.

You could come to him if something was bothering you. He probably won't help you actually fix it but he can at least make you laugh.

So why didn't you want to laugh?

You had taken your mask off a few weeks ago. And like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on him he realized it was the first time he ever saw you eat any food here at all.

Were you eating at all before then? What about water?

Thank the seven you were only here for around a week. But surely, you were dehydrated.

(You were definitely dehydrated. Deuce gave you a water bottle and you chugged it like it was your only chance at life. Which, to be fair, it probably was your only chance at life.)

Ace didn't know what your life was like before.

Ace didn't want to know either.

He didn't do well with heavy topics, always changing the subject when one came up unless he was personally involved in some way.

Other people life didn't concern him, and that was something he lived by.

...but still.

This was going a bit too far, don't you think?

Ace shot a look to deuce, clear concern instead of the regular teasing, which caught his roomates attention faster than he thought it would.

Ok. So deuce had noticed too.

Just goes to show how obvious it was that something is very wrong here.

Now, because ace had never asked, and he probably never will, he didn't know what your relationship with food was like before you came here. But. It couldn't have been this right?

A person couldn't only survive on some bread and room temperature water, right?

You sat across from him at your guy's unofficial table in the cafeteria, drinking the water at a moderate pace, as you didn't want to deal with another scolding from a certain housewarden, doing your best to keep a careful eye on grim as he went to go get his food from the lunch line.

And thank the seven for that, really. If grim turned back and saw that you weren't watching him for even a second, who knows that kind of ruckus would result?

But all that aside, you were still scarily underweight. Seriously perfect, how were you even alive?

Ace looked at deuce again. Deuce looked back.

He sighed.

Ace never, ever thought he would do something like this.

But for sevens sake, you were one of his best friends. And Ace will be damned if he just let you do this to yourself.

So with a deep breathe, he looked at you, and then turned back to what he was pretty sure was an ex-gang member, and nodded.

And for once, deuce understood.

They had to do something.

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.

You reminded Deuce Spade of that stray cat that his mother would always feed when he was a child.

Underweight, scared, scarred, and confused.

Always having an air if caution and paranoia, ready to react, as if anything could just jump out and grab you at any time.

But you weren't a cat, were you?

No. You were a person. Someone his age, maybe younger, that had obviously seen horrors he couldn't even understand. Which just made this whole situation even sadder.

Because if you lived like this, then what the hell was stopping him? What about his mother? What was stopping her from having the same fate?

Duece ignored the memories of his mother giving him food and taking none for herself, saying she wasn't hungry.

But he couldn't quite ignore them, nor could he ignore the pit in his stomach whenever he looked at you.

...Listen perfect, he doesn't know what you went through to be like this, but he knows damn well this isn't normal.

It can't be normal. Hiding this much food underneath your floorboards couldn't ever be normal.

The two of you were just hanging out in your room in Ramshakle. Grim was in the lounge, he was sure, and you had stared off into space before asking the date.

When he told you, you had a look of slight panic as you ripped the rug off from its place on the floor, and started pulling apart the boards.

And what for?

The reveal of a large stash of food, mostly non-perishables, but a few snacks here and there too.

Snacks that were about to expire, apparently.

You turned to look back at him, a sheepish look on your face, and what looked like a bag if chips in your hand.

Deuce didn't know what face he was making.

He just knew it wasn't one he'd want you to see

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If someone were to ask Jack howl if he was your friend. He wouldn't know to to say.

I mean yeah, you helped save his entire dorms ass way back when, yeah, you and him absolutely went throught it during azuls little "episode", and yeah, the two of you had plenty of mutual friends.

But we're the two of you friends?

Jack wasn't sure.

Because by all accounts, you should be.

It didn't change the fact that you weren't. Not really. Not by his definition and not by yours.

So what were you?

Well, you weren't friends. That was already established. And you were too close to be acquaintances (he didn't think acquaintance fell asleep on each other in the botanical gardens, only to wake up five minutes till curfew and just haul ass back to their respective dorms with smiles on their faces), so...what did that leave?

Well... I guess it left this.

"Eat it"

"....huh?"

Jack didn't know you that well. But that didn't mean he couldn't see..this happening. And it definitely didn't mean he didn't care.

So here he was. Holding a pastrami sandwich about an inch away from your face, silently begging you to just shut up and eat it.

Come on perfect, he bought this with his own money. Just humor him, please.

You eyed the sandwich like it was the most untrustworthy thing you'd ever seen. Jack's not going to lie, it kind of hurt.

But it wouldn't matter if you ate it, so he sucked it up.

...at least he would if you'd actually take the fucking sandwich.

Seriously, it was starting to tick him off.

Jack briefly considered just varying off and giving the sandwich to ruggie or something, or just eating it himself. He wasn't the biggest fan of pastrami but who knows, maybe the school made it better.

Honestly, he probably would have done just that if the image if you leaning against the wall looking ready to pass out from, what he knew, was malnutrition.

The event itself actually happened around two weeks ago, give or take. Jack thinks the only real reason he remembers it so well is because, well, it was the moment.

The defining moment, the moment where it just clicked that something was very wrong here.

He already knew that of course, I mean, look at you.

But as it turns out, watching someone actively starve to death in front of you will keep you up at night.

His mind turned to ruggie for a split second, before forcibly shoving that thought down where all the other thoughts he didn't want to think about were.

Like that time when he was a kid with a crush on Vil....yeah, Jack's happy he got o er that one to say the least. Nothing against Vil, he's a great friend and all (they were friends right?), but them in a relationship? Yeah. No. Not happening. No thankyou.

...yeah.

Jack mentally slapped hi.self and proceeded to shove his weird thoughts down yet again and refocus on getting his not-quite-friend to eat.

You were leaning back a lot farther than you were a second ago, if you did that anymore you'd probably just end up on the ground.

...jack sighed. This was going to take a while wasn't it?

By the end of the lunch period, you had come to a compromise, jack you slip the sandwich with you and take the other half for himself.

You ended up splitting your half with grim, who reluctantly took it. You had actually eaten yours too!...after you took the while thing apart and inspected and obsessed over it like how he'd seen Rook do to his housewardens that one time!

But still, it was something.

It was a start. And that's really all he could ask for at this point.

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Sebek didn't notice anything about you at first. And he didn't particularly care much either. He was a guard for sevens sake! He had a deep responsibility!

He had a crown prince, that he oh so admired, to protect! Not to mention silver, who he had to wake up at every given turn, and not to mention Lilia, who had recently been going harder on their training sessions.

So to waste his time with a human? With a weak little human that didn't even come close to his current list if priorities?

That's time he simply did not have!

...So why was he here?

He was supposed to be looking for his charge. His charge, who always seemed to wind up around the old, abandoned Ramshakle building and just dissappear in the nick of time.

It had been happening more and more lately, especially since that new perfect moved in.

He would be lying if he said he cared too much about him. Again, he didn't have time to be curious about some strange human boy with some strange past.

But still, he couldn't quite contain the way he jumped back when he'd first seen them.

Whoever he was, he looked so...sick.

...he didn't have time for this.

Turning back on his heel, he refocused his mind on finding his lord again, and quickl- wait- silver. Oh great sevens. Silver wake up!

Ok. Sebek really didn't have time for this.

...and yet.

Here he was, standing next to you, arms out ready to catch you at a moments notice if you really were going to collapse like he thought you were.

He hadn't been this close to you before.

And now he could see that you weren't just sick.

Great seven, you looked like you were dying...

Sebek zigbolt had always known humans were weak, fragile creatures. Never able to even light a candle next to faeries. Never able to light a candle next to him, and certainly not his young master.

But this was just pushing it.

Sebek was stronger than his human counterparts. He would long outlive them. He thought of silver for the shortest second and then quickly pushed that thought to the side. This was not the time. Buteven with those facts, sebek still knew that humans weren't made of fine glass. Even if the people in his homeland liked to act like it, Sebek still knew that humanity wasn't completely hopeless.

One strong gust of wind wouldn't knock them over.

One missed meal wasn't enough to do detrimental damage to their health.

Pulling one all nighter would barely put a dent in their day to day lives, aside from the obvious fatigue and.

But with you?

With you? Alwats looking like you could kneel over and die then and there on the classroom floor?

...

Sebek want so sure anymore.

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Epel had eaten more apples than any normal person should ever be able to eat.

Sevens help him, his stomach.

Despite the waves of pain that shit through him every now and then, epel wasn't mad.

Yeah, maybe eating a whole eight apples in the span of two hours wasn't his smartest idea, but the sweet nostalgia that seemed to wash over him and warm his very soul? Yeah no, it was worth it.

So no. Epel felmeir wasn't mad.

And laying in a bed that was much too soft for his taste, a direct contrast from the slightly itchy blankets and the hard mattresses back home, epel glance over to the almost empty crate of apples that were sitting just under his work desk.

...As much as Epel wanted to eat them, he wanted to do this even more.

Epel sat up, ignoring his stomach pain the best he could, and began a mental list of all the people he knew. And then a silent debate over who deserved his families apples in the first place.

Ok. First up Ace.

Epel would say they were friends. Not close friends by any means, but friends nonetheless.

Epel could give him one.

Next was Jack.

...In all honesty, epel didn't know. We're they friends, or just simply homework buddies that occasionally hung out?

...he could spare one for Jack, maybe they'd be friends then if they weren't already.

Duece.

Yes. Just- just yes. That day on the beach had changed their relationship forever. Duece was like a brother to him at this point.

He was goddamn getting an apple.

Epel chuckled a little at the realization that he was treating this like one of those elimination gameshows his meemaw liked.

Ok...he had two apples left after that.

Sebek wasn't really his friend was he? He certainly didn't make it seem like he was. If anything, Sebek was trying his damnedest to make them all belive the exact opposite, really.

....maybe he should just give the apple to Rook.

Or Vil.

Maybe.

Ok. He has one apple left.

The two of you weren't really friends. But you were friendly. If nothing else, you had been nothing but kind to him so far.

And plus, you looked uh. Half dead. To put it nicely.

And so, with a smile on his face, epel took out the crate of apples and began placing them on a bag that would make them easier to carry around tomorrow.

He couldn't wait.

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.

It's funny how your whole life can change in a single moment, especially when you don't even know what that moment was.

Why were you here? Where is here anyway? Surely, magic didn't exist right?

The air wasn't always this clean right?

Water wasn't readily available at the turn of a handle right?

People didnt...people werent...weren't....

Heh. Heheha.

Why.

Why were you here?

Why were you here?

Why you and not one of the kids? What the hell have you ever done but use up medical supplies in a fruitless effort to keep you alive.

Why was this world so...pretty. happy. Clean.

Why this world and not your own? What had this world ever done to deserve this luxury of life.

...What had yours?

What had you?

Out of all the base commanders, the medics, the farmers, or children, or any of the other apprentice kids that you sometimes had to work with.

You were here. And they were still trapped inside of that hell.

...You didn't deserve this.

You died. You were on that beach and you died.

You woke up in a coffin, but something told you this wasn't the afterlife.

That something being the blood that you coughed up the other day.

It wasn't from internal bleeding, you k ew that much. Rather, it was from you coughing so hard that something in your throat had ripped.

It really didn't matter. You had spent nearly half an hour in a panic, choking and trying to unclog your airways, while grim and the ghosts you had come to somewhat love, stood behind you, offering what little comfort they could.

It wasn't the first time this happened after all.

You were still bedridden for a good two days after that. Thank God for the weekend.

Time passed in a blur while you were like that. It always did, mostly because you were asleep ninety percent of the time. The other twn being dedicated to medicine and a vain attempt to get food you knew you couldn't stomach to stay down.

So no. This wasn't the afterlife.

It was just a beautiful second chance that you didn't deserve.

It was so confusing.

And this was so confusing.

What..is this weird red thing being handed to you?

Epel looked at you with a hopeful expression on his face. It reminded you of the little girl you used to look after...

You take the..thing.

Glancing over to your right, you watch Ace take a large bite out of it with a smile on his face.

Ok. So not poisonous. Good to know.

You saw Duece do the same thing.

You felt Jack staring at you, but you didn't dare look at him.

[sosickoflostpassword]

It's pride month! Let's make a list of One Piece characters I head cannon as in the LGBT+ community!

First up is the Captain himself, Luffy

Don't go getting too hot ladies and gents, this bachelor is off the market.

My opinion is that Luffy is Aro/Ace (not that one).

The reality is that unless you are food, friends, or adventure then you probably won't find yourself meaning much of anything to this delightfully joyous fellow.

In short the man has things to do and none of those things include sex or romance.

Top ships: none

Secondary ships: also none

Next up we got the navigator, Nami

This pretty lady capture hearts wherever she goes!

My opinion is that she is Bisexual.

Man or woman you'll have a chance with her... for a price.

Just be sure to protect her and her treasure because she is not interested in the fighting thing. She's a damn queen and very much inclined to act like one.

Top ships: Zoro x Nami

Secondary ships: Sanji x Nami, Vivi x Nami, Wanda x Nami

Now let move on to the ships cook, Sanji!

The man is complicated but hear me out.

It is my opinion that he is bisexual.

He cooks hard and simps harder but perhaps there's something going on underneath. He certainly has a soft side which he shows to women almost exclusively. (Key word is almost my friends)

He certainly likes women but perhaps he's overcompensating for something.

Top ships: Sanji x Nami (it would have been pudding if she was at all older but I digress)

Secondary ships: Sanji x Violette, Sanji x Ace

Speaking of Ace let's look at the little firecracker.

Boy what a looker, and seems to me he thinks similarly about a lot of people because it is my opinion that Ace is ...

Pansexual.

Whether you're sporting feminine, masculin, or neither energy Ace is the guy who's eating it up.

Just get him talking about his brother and he goes all mushy for you. Perhaps it's the genuine connection and interest in each other's lives and feelings that really get him going.

Top ships: Ace x Yamato

Secondary ships: Ace x Sanji, Ace x Vivi

Now let's talk about the top Ace partner for me.

Yamato/Oden

Bro heard the term "dress for the job you want not the job you have" and ran with it.

It is my opinion that Yamato/Oden is pansexual and transgender.

This can be quite the hot topic considering his reason for his transition and how he present himself but for me it is cut and dry. Guy says he's a dude and that's all that I'm gunna care about because let's be honest he is THE DUDE.

Yamato values his strength and values sincerity. He's fun loving and always looking for excitement in life. He found those values presented in his biggest idol, Oden. So it is my opinion that he did not change to be more like Oden but found courage in being himself because he discovered Oden.

Top ships: Ace x Yamato

Secondary ships: none

Who can talk about Trans icons in OP without including Kiku!

Kiku lives her life unashamedly herself. She makes no fuss or muss about it either.

I have no head cannon regarding her sexuality as I got no vibes during my time watching her on screen of one or another but Kiku is, not just by my opinion but canonically, transgender.

Strong, elegant, and thoughtful her path in life did not take away from any of her responsibilities or ther seriousness in which she takes them. One of the ayakaza 9 samurai sworn ro protect Oden and his family. They certainly didn't have any I'll feelings towards her and her identity so why should anyone else.

Top ships: none at this time

Secondary ships: none

Let's dive more into gender identity actually by bringing forth the goat himself. The man. The myth. The legend.

Bonclay.

He is beauty, he is grace, he is missus steal your face.

It is my opinion that Bonclay is gender non conforming!

He goes by he him pronouns but makes no effort to explain nor justify his presentation or mannerisms. No should he! He's perfect the way he is.

I've seen no romantic vibes from Bon Chan as of now but he's too busy being the real MVP of every arc he appears in to have the time it would seem. And that's fine by me.

Top ships: none

Secondary ships: none

It's getting to be quite long so I will cap this off with the top of the top. THE person to go to in the one piece verse regarding gender and sexual identity.

IVANKOV.

He? She? They? It doesn't matter. It's all the same to Ivankov who strikes me as Gender fluid in its purest form.

Believing a person's gender or appearance shouldn't limit them and that every single person should strive for true happiness within themselves regardless if that looks like how they were born or not!

Ivankov has a unique ability to help with that by injecting hormones into those willing (eh sometimes not) to bring about their truer selves.

Ivankov runs the Queendom! A land seemingly dedicated to challenging gender stereotypes with a beautiful scenic background to cap it off.

You're doing the lords work my friend.

Top ships: none

Secondary ships: none

If someone you head cannon in the LGBT+ community isn't on this list that's fine! I'm sure I didn't get them all and there are some that I probably don't head cannon that way. For example it is my opinion that Zoro, Brooke, Robin, and Franky are straight and cis. Jimbei I want to watch more of first and chopper, as a little child bean, doesn't feel right to me to be head cannoning in these ways.

[blues824]

Could I request Kaminari, Kirishima, Todoroki with a Jamil-like female reader?

Jamil Viper is one of my least favorite characters, besides Ace. Don’t judge, I just don’t like how he took advantage of Kalim like that.

Reader is described to be in the Hero’s Course. I left it up to your interpretation if you are in 1-A or 1-B.

Denki Kaminari

Everyone viewed your quirk like it was a villain’s quirk, but he didn’t see it that way. Instead, it would be very useful in interrogations and even to deescalate a situation in battle. But, this is Denki we are talking about. He saw both the dirty potential but also the funny potential. He would want to play so many pranks.

But, you stood there with a very unamused look on your face. There was no way you were going to bring yourself down to the level, as your quirk was for your studies within the Hero Course and not for ridiculous jokes. Doesn’t he know that you’ve given yourself headaches because of it? Your quirk was not a joke and it was not to be taken lightly.

He would go to each basketball practice and game, and he would even go to shoot hoops with you if you asked him to. Even if you didn’t he would still be there. He sucks at it, but he gets you to laugh and that’s all that matters. This simp loves to see your smile, especially if he is the cause of it. He will gladly have the basketball hit the back of his head after it deflects off of the backboard if it means that you will have an amused grin on your face.

Denki acts like he’s your hero specifically and will fight off any bullies who try to put you down because of the nature of your quirk. He will make sure that the electricity in their room will go out suddenly, and they’re either freezing to death or dying of a heat stroke. He will also tell them off and say that you were in the Hero Course because you deserved it.

In order to pay him back, you often make him very delicious meals for lunch. It makes him feel loved and he will often tease you about how you obviously love him. You rolled your eyes at his antics, but you had to admit that you did indeed love him. To get your revenge, you would often get close to his face and look into his eyes and say I do love you. Bro goes redder than a tomato.

Eijiro Kirishima

He thought it wasn’t manly that others would look down at you because of your quirk. He actually found it interesting and would ask questions about it. He does like making a few jokes here and there, but he would never think about using someone’s quirk that they worked so hard to gain control of for some sick joke.

You saw this, and it’s actually how you fell for him. Your family was often overlooked in the hero world, often producing sidekicks rather than full-blown heroes, so knowing that he did see you and wanted to be friends with you warmed your heart. Instead, he would compliment you on how hard you worked during a training session in class.

Kiri also goes to every practice and game that you have, and you best believe that he is wearing your team’s colors: his shirt, his shorts, his crocs, even his face paint. He also has pompoms in the same color because he is your biggest supporter as your boyfriend. It might be a bit embarrassing for you, but this man is straining his voice so that he can be the loudest in the bleachers.

If you were to ever call him your hero, he will have the dopiest smile on his face for the rest of his day. This goes especially when he shows that he is willing to fight a few General Studies students after they said that you didn’t deserve to be in the Hero’s Course because of your ‘villainous quirk’. He scoffed as they ran away, calling them unmanly because they were a bunch of cowards. You decided to be a slight tease and call him your hero, and his knees went weak.

To return the favor, you had cooked him a nutritious and well-balanced meal for lunch the next day. He held the box in his hand, steadily growing more and more red, as you took his other hand to lead him to one of the tables. Mina saw this and began squealing as she made Sero and Kaminari look at the two of you eating lunch with each other.

Shoto Todoroki

He doesn’t get what exactly makes one’s quirk qualify to be a “villain’s quirk”. Any quirk could be as destructive and evil as anyone else’s, given the right motivation. When he sees a group of students ridiculing you for how you wouldn’t make it as a hero, much less a sidekick, with that evil power of yours, he stepped in and grabbed one of their arms. This resulted in second degree frostbite, and they went away and left you alone.

Shoto also knew about your family, and that the Vipers were typically known for being sidekicks to some of the greatest heroes. But, you wanted to be one of the great heroes, and he respected your resolve to not follow in your family’s footsteps. He’s trying to not be like his father, so he completely understands.

When you invite him and Midoriya to one of your basketball games, he’s kind of confused. His green-haired peer had to explain what basketball was and the rules as they were watching you play on the court. Since Todoroki is a quick learner, he got the rules of the game fairly quickly. However, his comrade still had to tell him when it was appropriate to cheer and also to shout your name just in support.

A few days later, he walked in on you being bullied once again. You wanted to prove them wrong and not use your quirk for evil, but it was very tempting. So, your boyfriend here stepped in and had half his body on fire and the other half covered in ice as he stated that you would not be bothered again unless they wanted third degree burns and frostbite at the same time.

You wanted to pay him back for saving you, as you hated being in debt to someone else, so you decided to make him some food. You made him some soba, and he was surprised when you gave it to him. He thanked you though, and sat next to you as he hated his lunch. It was probably the best soba he has ever had, because it was made by his girlfriend.

[loyaltykask]

Chapter 23

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

I just... I just love these two interactions. Bajie being lazy but also has a point that they don't need to get the journey done in one day, they have to take breaks while Wukong says that slacking off would only worsen the journey but putting their own bodies at risk by pushing them to the limits won't help either. Also, just Wukong and Bajie bickering like old people makes me laugh.

Wukong would call Bajie a DORK.

Like Wukong says that only cares about Sanzang's safety here and I just love how that is going to change when Wukong takes responsibility for making sure all his brothers are safe as well. They have only been traveling for about a few months together this is legit the start of their journey 23 chapters in.

Bajie really calling Wukong out

OKAY SO THEY DO SAY THE HORSE IS A DRAGON AND HIS SCALES AND HORNS ARE GONE

What a shit, scares the horse and makes Sanzang literally gallop for a mile

Breaking and entering

Nevermind fuck the law

You know it's a demon when the host being nice

SHE ASKED 3 DEMONS TO MARRY HER DAUGHTERS THIS LADY GOT IRON WILL

Snaznag really be saying "No and thank you"

HE DENYING AND DEFLECTING. Damn Cheng'en lay off the guy

He got anxiety

Sanzang: Bajie I swear, if I catch you simping

Sanzang like “the only riches is the riches of enlightenment

The girls are FIGHTING

Sanzang throwing his disciples under the bus! Man does not do confrontation well at this point damn.

Wukong really said: I don't know how to marry the fuck?

Wujing being a true homie, he fucking offended they even ask

Bajie bitching that Sanzang could have been nicer in denying her so they could still get a meal. There just something funnier about how their past gets brought up after months of traveling and they just deadass don't know things about each other. Like they must have wild conversations.

Bajie: We are all tempted! Wukong with his ace ass: ??? Sanzang with his aro ass: ??? Wujing also with an ace ass: ???

I like how Sanzangis like: Don't tease your brother Wukong doesn't go "Okay" he goes "I know" suggesting that he knows he shouldn't but he shall anyway

The mama aint picky but Bajie is like 'don't teach your daughters to be shallow then damn'

I love how the boys all turned their heads when the ladies came in like something about that is kinda sweet that Wujing, Sanzang, and even Wukong were shy in front of company

Also, Wukong making wedding plans is adorable! Wujing the go between, he is the witness, and Sanzang is the in-law he got it all planned out

Wukong: we can go bing on the flowers and wine but I want the fireworks to be set off at 8 Bajie: Won't that be too early? Wukong: I know when the sun sets Baije: Okay okay it's your mountain jeez

Also love that this whole time Bajie was like "let's talk about this" but both WUJING and WUKONG were like "Get married already so we have wine and a wedding!"

Like they both double-teaming on Bajie to just hurry up and get hitched in a night!

THEY BEING MODEST

My favorite dork

Both Wujing and Tripitaka called out to Wukong cause they were SCARED! They wanted the monkey protection!

Also Wukong more than willing to leave a sibling at the grocery store.

Wukong: I lost my brother can I make a call Some guy: Sure? Wukong: Goodbye you little shit

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ VAV WITH A TOUCHY AND AFFECTIONATE S/0

୨ৎ pairing: boyfriend!vav x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! just a little suggestive

୨ৎ from myeong: thank you for requesting! this is the most special since it’s my very first request and I hope you can enjoy x

ʚɞ ST. VAN

this man absolutely loves it when you’re touchy, clingy, affectionate, whatever else it may be.. he needs it. he’ll become so desperate for your touch and not realize that he looks like such a little simp when you’re around but the comments he faces never bother him since you’re so special to him.

“you know how much I love it when you touch me, especially over my tattoos..your soft fingers always make me feel some type of way that I can’t explain” and with that you never stop touching his perfect thick arms and tattoos. it’s a daily routine for the both of you at this point. he has so many photos in his phone of you touching or holding him. ⋆˚✿˖°

never and I mean never gets annoyed with you touching him. even if he has off days and does seem a little annoyed with small things that happen throughout the day, you touching him is never one of those things. he’ll even beg for you to touch him because it makes him feel better. “please baby? it just..makes me feel better when you’re so close to me and touching me. come here, don’t stop, hm?”

sometimes he’ll get shy but it’s not often! it’s a cute kind of shy and then he’ll get embarrassed that he was showing such a side of him. you’d tease him and call him a little cutie which he says he absolutely hates but deep down? loves it. call him a little cutie while poking his cheeks, or nose, or pulling on his arm and he might just snap. let his large hands run down your body and grab ahold of your waist pulling you against his broad body.

will never care about you being touchy and super affectionate even in public. he’ll tell you to continue being yourself and touch him more while also leaning in to press a kiss to your lips or forehead. he believes since you both are adults then it’s okay and showing off such pda is a normal thing. he’ll always encourage you to touch him and grab onto him whenever you want and need it. he’s obsessed.

ʚɞ ACE

he LOVES it so much. he’s such a flirt and will tease you when he knows you’re wanting to touch him or cuddle with him and in the most playful way too, “what is it? does my pretty y/n want to cuddle with me and get all of my attention?” obviously that’s what you want and need but he’ll just be a big tease about it. will eventually stop the teasing and let you cuddle with him or hold his biceps.

will look at you and wink when he feels the softness of your hands against his warm skin and starts teasing you about how much you need to touch him and just be near him all the time.

“wanna come sit on my lap? that way you’ll be able to wrap yourself around me and feel my warmth. I know you love that so come here baby, I know you want too. don’t fight it!” he’ll tease you until you’ve had enough and sit on his lap but purposely grinding down against him, wanting him riled up.

will tell the other members about how much he loves it when you’re touching on him or pulling on his arm to pull him closer to you. some of the others will get jealous because.. who wouldn’t want a cute touchy girlfriend? he talks about you so much that sometimes it gets annoying but he doesn’t care. “my cute little touchy girl I adore”

ʚɞ AYNO

he gets so embarrassed!!! also super shy but will try his best to play it off cool because he doesn’t want you to feel bad for wanting to touch him all the time or be near him. he will always appreciate everything you do for him and makes sure to tell you that he enjoys the time he has with you and all of the love and support that you give him each day.

“hm? oh? are you sure we should do that here?” he’ll look around if you’re in public and if you’re wanting to get a little touchy with him then he’ll more than likely get shy or embarrassed about it but let’s you do it anyway because it’s you and he gives you everything you want and possibly need.

sooner or later he’ll become quite a fan of you always being touchy and super affectionate with him and he’ll do it right back. at first it surprises you because he’s always been more shy or a bit embarrassed about a few things. once he’s really comfortable and happy he’s extremely open and will share anything with you and that of course involves him being touchy and liking your touch.

ʚɞ JACOB

now this man.. please touch this man at all times because he loves it. he’s just as touchy and affectionate so don’t ever worry about being too much for him. “I’ve missed you so much, you’re all I thought about today baby. come here, please? need you on my lap—just need you so bad.” he becomes desperate and is not embarrassed about it. he’s confident in his obsession with you.

will close his eyes and let out a gentle sigh when he feels your smaller hands up on his broad chest or shoulders. he loves it when you grab his biceps and hold onto them like your life depends on it because it makes him feel like such a protector.

I know this isn’t about sizes but.. adores that you’re smaller and shorter than him. will watch you struggle to reach up and grab at his face or his hair and he’ll bend over slightly so you could finally reach him and press a few soft pecks to his lips and face. that really gets to him and he falls in more love with you. “you’re so cute, I could just gobble you up that way no one else could see you like this”

the way you cling to him makes his heart flutter. he’ll talk about you for hours to the others and how much he loves it when you grip him or wrap your arms around his waist (please do that he loves it so much) and for the rest of the day he’ll imagine your perfect hands around his body making him miss you even more. you’re in for it when he gets home.

ʚɞ LOU

incoming big boy! (my bias wrecker hehe) he will be so soft about you being such a loving and caring person. I’ll say this now.. he absolutely loves it when you play with his hair. loves the feeling of your fingers running through his soft locks and will let out small noises that are just so adorable.

“can.. can you play with my hair again? I really love it when you do.” how could you tell that man no?! his large hands will immediately find yours because he loves holding them and he already knows that you’ll be grabbing for them anyway. the thing with him is he knows you so well and he took the time to learn absolutely everything about you and how you are so with that being said he enjoys how touchy you are and will do what he can to also be the same

he enjoys the room being quiet and when I say quiet I mean dead silent and takes that time to hold you close to him. he’ll whisper sweet things to you while he lets you play with his hair, touch over his chest and feel his heartbeat, go down his thick arms, and touch wherever else that you enjoy so much. absolutely adores when you do that to him.

in public and in private he loves how touchy you are with him and will never complain about it not once! he’s.. basically a simp for you and only you. does not care about who laughs at him for it. he adores you and all of your clinginess with him.

ʚɞ ZIU

oh.. such a playful playful man he is. also a huge tease! will tease you about constantly wanting to touch him and his broad larger body. sometimes you’ll give him a little pout and show that you’re annoyed with his teasing but he loves that even more. he allows you to be clingy and touch him constantly because he adores it. there’s not a moment with him where he won’t enjoy it.

“you just can’t get enough of me can you? I must be that good looking, huh?” and then you playfully hit his chest or shoulder and he really likes it when you do that. I’m not sure what it is but he finds it super cute that you try to push him a little or hit him playfully and he doesn’t move. he’s just that much bigger than you. (size differences again lol)

when you grab at his hands he’ll admire the way your facial expression changes because you’re so happy to be touching him. he’ll almost want to take a photo of how pretty you look but holds back until he gets the okay from you. when you slowly run your hands up his arms, shivers run down his spine he’s so obsessed with that feeling. he’ll take a deep breath and tell you to do it again and again.

if he’s busy doing something and you come up to wrap your arms around him or grab at his hand or arm or even up towards his hair he’ll lean into you so you’re able to touch him better. enjoys feeling those hands of yours on him constantly so again you don’t have to worry about feeling annoying because he really likes this side of you. he’s the same way he’ll need to be touching you all the time even in public spaces he’ll have an arm around you.