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𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 lovey dovey | various hsr men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; your boyfriend is tooootally the type of guy to...

love mail — a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do. good NIGHT. (it's 8pm as of posting) another short one :p i'm starting to grow to like writing these...

anaxa's the typa guy to prefer slowburn over anything. he wants to earn you, really. doesn't like it when things are too easy because he appreciates the art of courting, though if you DO make it easy for him he still tries to be romantic. wanting to at least feel like he's doing something right to receive such love from you </3

mydei's is the typa guy to appreciate when you bring him in for a dance while he's in the kitchen. while waiting for a dish to cook or the oven to preheat, you begin to hum a familiar song and take his hand. he lets out that deep chuckle of his, indulging in your antics as you two slowdance to your humming. it's so domestic i threw up hi guys

phainon is ABSOLUTELY the type of guy to cross half a battlefield just to help you during a fight. doesn't care how much he's hurt, the distance he has to run, he's at your side immediately. absolutely tears the enemy apart too like.. he is NOT losing anyone else.

dr ratio is the typa guy to use you as his muse. has used your beauty as inspiration for sculptures and doesn't hold back on his compliments for you. you will STRUGGLE to be insecure with how insistent and sharp he is about how perfectly you're 'carved' to be. will playfully debate w u about it

boothill's the typa guy to let you leave your mark on his mechanical body. stickers, kiss marks if you feel like it, little accessories.. do whatever you want, wears it proudly like a medal. personal favorite is his wedding ring <3

moze is the typa guy to like going invisible before hugging you from behind. it used to startle you, but you've grown to appreciate it. he was only like this in the beginning, since he was quietly embarrassed about affection and wasn't sure how to approach it the way you did. decided this was the best way. although you miss it cause it was cute, you like how he doesn't feel the need to anymore. he's grown comfortable with affection <3

jing yuan is the typa guy to know your little 'questions' and subtle hints to things. ask him if he's hungry? he has your cravings being ordered on the phone. does something look nice on you? he already has his wallet out to pay for it. he also makes sure not to walk too fast and matches your pace, all while of course holding your hand. nothing works anymore because he just knows you too well 💔 gives you kisses on your forehead for trying. if you're unhappy he knows to follow up to your cheek, and if it doesn't work he finishes with a kiss to your lips. that one always works :)

gallagher the typa guy to LOOOVE flirting when your tipsy. sometimes you forget he's your boyfriend and get all giggly like when you first met him, it's his favorite thing. doesn't push it too far ofc because he wants to be respectful when you're under the influence, but it takes a lot of years of practice to be able to hold his constraint when you lean in for a kiss.. all sweet with your hands pressed up against his chest

caelus is totally the typa guy who loves to let you wear his jacket. for one, everybody knows it is his, and you wearing it means he's yours <3 so that means nobody approaches you and he likes it that way. also it's comfortable and fashionable! you never get cold :D (and you see his arms so i suppose it's a bonus)

luka is ONE HUNDRED percent the type of guy to love playfighting but he always lets you win. it's always fun with you, you're always so giggly and play dirty, plus while he can totally counter it, he doesn't. let's you have your fun the whole time! unless you start teasing him and that's when he locks in (to tease you back)

blade is the typa guy to appreciate the fact you patch him up. while you're doing so he mumbles about how perfect you are, how he's undeserving of your kindness as he takes one of your hands and kisses your palm softly, making you cup his cheek as he continues his praise of your amazing care for him. sometimes goes overboard and is too focused on showing you how thankful he is and forgets to have his injuries properly treated :p

luocha is the typa guy to like sleeping shirtless. doesn't know why he started this habit, just knows that it started when you two started to sleep together in the same bed. he liked waking up and really feeling you being there. it meant everything to him, this kind of vulnerability. it was beyond lust, it was trust.

gepard is the type of guy to always be flustered easily. we all know it, we love it, but your favorite moments are when you surprise him while he's on duty. when he's stationed to more isolated parts of belobog, he always seems bored or you know.. maybe just doing his duty. whatever it is, he's clearly too focused to let any emotion slide. so when you show up, all smiley and sweet, your energy bounces off of him and he can't help but get all giggly too. only to realize he's still on watch, gets embarrassed, and you relish in the sweet red on his cheeks.

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[yvesssssssss]

hey ...gulps...heh got this crazy idea where Sakamoto days men (shin, nagumo...idk who else anyone) go for a mission maybe for sum months with their girlfriend n they come back w a whole ass baby?????(3!_!# love ur writing btw☺️☺️🥳🥳🌅🙇🏻‍♀️

Sakamoto days men coming home with a baby..

Thankyou so much!!>⩊< i hope you lyk it!!

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Nagumo Yoichi

You hadn’t seen him in three months.

You kept your cool at first. After all, he was on a mission—long-term infiltration, Sakamoto said. "Nagumo’ll be back when he’s back," he told you, munching chips like it was nothing.

So you waited. Painted the living room. Reorganized the kitchen. Took up knitting. Cried a little into a stuffed alpaca he won you last year.

Then one day, you hear a key turn in the lock.

You bolt up from the couch, halfway between yelling at him and tackling him—and then you freeze.

Nagumo Yoichi, King of Chaos, saunters in like he never left. His coat’s a little scuffed, sunglasses on indoors like an idiot, and strapped to his chest is…

“…Yo,” he says, lifting his hand casually. “Guess who’s a dad now?”

You blink. Hard. “Is that a baby?”

“Yup. Pretty sure.”

“…Why?”

He shrugs, like it’s nothing. “Mission went sideways. Baby’s mom was a target, turned out she was innocent. Long story short, I uh… may have promised not to let the kid end up in the system.”

The baby—chubby-cheeked, yawning, dressed in a pastel strawberry onesie—blinks up at you with round eyes.

“Nagumo,” you say slowly, “you’ve been gone for three months and come home with a baby strapped to your chest.”

“Technically, he clung to me. You should’ve seen the way he latched onto my coat. Cute little parasite.” He grins.

You stare at him. The baby burps.

Nagumo tilts his head. “So, uh… can we keep him?”

You: “WHAT—”

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Shin Asakura

You were doing the dishes when the knock came. It wasn’t even dramatic. Just three soft taps, and then the door creaked open.

You dried your hands and turned the corner—then stopped dead in your tracks.

“Shin?”

He looked exactly like he did three months ago. Tired. Ruffled hair. That guilty, wide-eyed expression he always wore after getting caught snacking at midnight. But this time, he had a baby cradled in his arms. A real one. With soft, dark hair and the world’s tiniest sock hat.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Shin panicked first.

“I KNOW HOW THIS LOOKS.”

“…Do you?”

“It’s not what it looks like!! Okay okay okay listen—I was supposed to evacuate this research compound, but there was a childcare wing because of some scientist’s kid, and I didn’t realize there was a baby hiding under the desk and then he just—he started crying and I was the only one who could calm him down and I tried to leave him with an agent but he screamed and they told me to just—keep him?? And now I’ve memorized his bottle schedule and I haven’t slept in 76 hours—”

You blink.

He breathes hard.

The baby coos in his arms.

“…He likes your voice,” you murmur, dazed.

Shin looks down like he just remembered he's holding a baby. “He also likes the Naruto opening songs. Which is… weirdly specific.”

You’re quiet for a moment.

Then: “Did you bring diapers?”

“…No.”

You sigh, already grabbing your keys.

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Gaku

It’s almost midnight when he shows up.

You hear his heavy boots first—scuffed, stomping up the stairs. You rise from the couch just as he slides the door open with his foot.

And there he is. Gaku, messy as ever, hoodie stained, wild hair even worse than usual.

He’s holding a child.

A toddler, technically. Maybe two or three years old. Grubby cheeks, messy bangs, and a permanent scowl that matches his exactly.

You stare.

The toddler stares back.

Gaku grins. “Hey babe. Look what followed me home.”

You blink. “…Why does he look like you?”

“Right? That’s what I said!”

“…Gaku.”

“What?”

“What. Happened.”

“Okay so the mission was supposed to be just recon, right? But turns out there was this war orphan sneaking through the compound—kept stealing rations, sneaky little gremlin—and one night he bit me. So I bit him back. Now he won’t leave me alone.”

You just blink again. “You bit… a child?”

“He started it.”

You inhale. Deep. Controlled. “And now?”

Gaku shrugs, like it’s obvious. “Guess I’m his dad or something.”

The child sneezes. Then tries to kick Gaku in the shin.

Gaku snickers. “He’s got spirit.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Do you even know his name?”

“Yeah! I think. Pretty sure it’s Tora. Or maybe that was the dog. Either way, we vibe.”

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Natsuki Seba

You were just finishing your nightly skincare routine when you heard the sound of a cabinet slamming. At first, you thought it was a burglar. You grabbed a spatula.

Instead, you found Natsuki in the kitchen.

With a baby in his arms.

And powdered formula all over the counter.

And flour. And egg yolk. And the faint smell of burnt croissants.

He looked at you like a deer in headlights. “I—I can explain.”

You crossed your arms.

He looked down at the baby, who was snuggled in a dish towel with bunny ears.

“Okay maybe I can’t explain, but I’m trying. There was a bakery next to the mission site. I was buying flour. The owner was in trouble. There was a fire. A getaway. And then someone handed me the baby and said ‘Protect him with your life,’ and now he only stops crying when I hum recipes at him—”

“Recipes?”

“…Mostly sponge cakes.”

The baby yawned and gripped his apron with a tiny hand.

“I made a makeshift bottle,” he whispered, “and I think I cried more than the baby did.”

You stepped forward and placed a hand on his back.

“…We’re keeping him,” you said softly.

Natsuki blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Only because he already knows your voice. And because he’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” You pause. “Besides you.”

He flushed pink to his ears.

Then the baby spit up all over his collar.

[brinasheqrt]

She shoots, She scores

pairings - sabrina carpenter x fem!reader

warnings - none, just cute and fluffy!

wc: 718 - a little short sorry but hope you enjoy <3

You’re still catching your breath when the mic gets shoved in your face.

The game clock hit zero barely two minutes ago, and already some overenthusiastic sideline reporter is asking you how it feels to score the game-winning three-pointer with less than ten seconds on the clock. The gym is still buzzing—crowd filing out, camera crews breaking down, your teammates yelling over each other in the background. And somewhere behind the chaos, you know she’s there.

Sabrina.

“Take us through that final play,” the reporter says, his grin wide. “You had the whole stadium on its feet.”

You’re trying to focus, you really are. But just behind the camera, you catch sight of her. Sabrina’s in the front row wearing your hoodie—your team-issued, too-big-for-her hoodie—with your last name across the back. Her hair’s tucked into a cap, sunglasses pushed up on her head, but anyone who knows anything would recognize her smile. Especially now, because she’s beaming like you just told her she gets to name a star after you.

She’s literally glowing. Her whole face is lit up, hand on her hip, phone in her other hand, recording like she’s your own personal documentarian. She mouths something at you—you can’t even read it, you just get caught in the curve of her smile.

You come back to yourself just in time to answer.

“Uh, yeah—honestly?” you say, eyes flicking back to the mic. “I looked at the clock, saw the gap, and thought… I can’t miss this. Not with her watching.”

A ripple of chuckles moves through the crew.

“‘Her’ being your girlfriend, I’m assuming?” the interviewer asks, knowingly.

You grin, fully leaning into it now. “Yeah. She’s here tonight.”

“Pretty sure everyone knows who she is,” the cameraman mutters with a smile.

You sneak another glance at her—she’s blushing now, cheeks pink, but still beaming. She shakes her head, like you’re ridiculous, but she doesn’t look away.

“Does it add pressure,” the interviewer asks, “having someone you love watching from the stands?”

“Not pressure,” you say, already smiling. “More like… motivation. I play better when she’s around.”

There’s a pause as the crew wraps up. “Well, congrats on the win. And the very public girlfriend moment.”

You shrug, cheeks hot. “She deserves it.”

You jog off toward the locker room, but not before Sabrina meets you halfway near the edge of the court. You expect a hug. What you get is a full-on tackle (as much as her 5’0 frame can manage), arms around your waist, burying her face into your chest like she just watched you land on the moon.

“You’re the worst,” she mumbles against you.

“Why?”

“You made me smile the entire time. I couldn’t stop. The guy next to me asked if I was okay.”

You laugh, pressing your lips to the top of her head. “You looked perfect.”

“I looked obsessed.”

“You are obsessed.”

She pulls back to look at you, hand splayed on your chest over your jersey. “You just called me out in an interview.”

“You’re wearing my name across your back. I think we’re even.”

She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. She always is around you.

“Next time you hit a buzzer beater,” she says, “you better blow me a kiss in front of everyone.”

You smirk. “Deal. But only if you’re front row again.”

“Always.”

And when you walk off together, hand-in-hand, you don’t care who saw the game.

Because all you remember is the girl behind the camera. The one who smiled like she already knew you’d win.

[hils79]

Hils Watches Pit Babe - Ep 1

By popular demand I'm watching another Thai drama instead of what was next on my list. I have to say I'm super curious about this given how much I've seen people talking about it on my timeline (shoutout to my beloved @thirstkanaphan and @guzhufuren)

So, time to see what the live action omegaverse drama is all about. Considering how much I've seen people talking about it I only really know that it's omegaverse and there's cars. Everything else is a mystery.

Well, we're off to a good star. Our lead (is he really called Pit Babe?) is getting sucked off right before his final race. Priorities.

Haha! Okay, here we go. So he's not just an Alpha he's a Special Alpha. Can't wait to find out what that means

Wait, so his senses are super heightened to the point where he can hear every individual part of an engine

So he has to have sex before a race to stop himself from getting overwhelmed? Honestly, this is A+ fic tropes already and it's only been on for 3 minutes

Right, is his name Babe or Pit Babe because they've used both now and I'm confused

Maybe don't hit on the fan who may or may not be stalking you?

I really want to know what his tattoo says. Also, I've just realised this isn't a GMMTV drama so I can't play GMMTV actor bingo. I haven't recognised anyone so far

This is definitely more gritty and mature than the usual Thai BLs I've watched. It's giving me Not Me vibes which is not a bad thing at all. Not Me is my favourite Thai BL.

This is the double whammy of me being ace and not giving a shit about cars but I do not understand why you would want to fuck a dude you've never met before just for the chance to borrow one of his cars

Am I going to end up in Tumblr jail for talking about this drama?

He's finally found another alpha who smells good. So we can cross scenting off the omegaverse trope list. I wasn't expecting this to be alpha/alpha but sure

I thought he was going to be an innocent twink but I guess we don't do that here

Ah, yes, nothing like betting on a race with the 'prize' being an actual human being

And they're making him sit in the car during the race even though he's just a random dude

Dude you have literal superpowers. Like I'm not denying you're also talented but you also definitely have an advantage that has nothing to do with skill

Okay, he might not be an innocent twink but he is an adorable nerd

You can tell this is an adult drama because people are smoking

The product placement is subtle in this drama

Ooh and we've got a pining best friend sub-plot. Love to see it

Oh good this means we've got an emotionally significant first kiss coming up at some point

Uh...why does Babe's house have no internal doors? It's like someone just smashed a hole with a sledgehammer and decided that was good enough

Why am I suddenly suspicious of him?

Apparently I'm not the only one

Oh so it's not that he smells good, it's that he doesn't smell of anything. I can't believe I'm watching a drama where people have pheromones

This dude looks like an anime villain

OMG he actually is a spy!

[airandyeah]

Footballplayer!Sukuna X Toughgirl!Reader Who Do You Think I Am? Pt.3

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It’s late afternoon when you and Tiffany have to cut across the football field to get to your last class. The sun is dipping, gold casting long shadows over the grass. You’re already regretting wearing your boots again—they weren’t built for soft turf—but you’d rather limp through hell than give up your aesthetic.

Tiffany’s talking about something—probably glitter pens or her latest breakup—you aren’t really listening. Your eyes are on the wide expanse of green ahead, and the loud, familiar grunts and shouts echoing off the metal bleachers.

Practice.

Of course.

You pick up the pace, hoping to pass before anyone notices.

But someone does.

A sharp whistle cuts through the air.

You glance up just in time to see Sukuna—number 00, because of course he is—cut across the field like he owns it. He’s got a football in hand, shouting something to his team before sprinting toward the goal.

The others yell after him—taunts, cheers—but your focus is locked on the way his muscles flex under the setting sun, sweat glistening, hair sticking to his forehead.

He doesn’t look at you.

But he knows you’re there.

And then—slam.

He launches the ball into the air, catching it mid-spin with a dramatic one-handed grab. His body twists mid-jump, landing perfectly, obnoxiously smooth.

“Show off,” you mutter.

Tiffany squeals. “Oh my god, that was so hot—did you see—?”

“Unfortunately.”

Your eyes flick across the field again.

And that’s when you see her.

Yorozu.

Leaning against the bleachers with her posse, decked out in a letterman jacket she didn’t earn, eyes narrowed like a dagger. She’s not watching the team.

She’s watching you.

Her lips curl.

You hold her gaze for a beat—unbothered, chin high.

Then, without breaking eye contact, you slowly raise a hand and flip her off.

Tiffany gasps.

Sukuna laughs.

Loud. Deep. Raw.

Like he knew the whole thing happened.

You don’t stop.

Not for Sukuna. Not for Yorozu. Not for the gaggle of half-sweaty boys shouting like it’s the damn Super Bowl.

You just turn back to Tiffany and say, “So what were you saying? Glitter pens?”

She blinks, still starry-eyed. “Y-Yeah, uh, they have this new pastel pack—”

You nod, adjusting the strap of your backpack as you step off the grass and back onto pavement, leaving the chaos behind like smoke in your wake.

No turning back. No double takes.

Not even when you hear Sukuna’s laugh echo behind you again, this time quieter… more curious.

You’ve got a class to get to.

And you’re not here to play games. ~~~ It’s barely 8:15 when you drop into your seat at the back of your lecture hall, coffee in one hand, textbook in the other, and absolutely no patience.

You’ve barely cracked your notes open when a shadow falls over your desk.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a voice purrs, smooth and sunny and far too smug.

You look up slowly, already annoyed.

Bright white hair. Blue eyes that sparkle with trouble. Lean frame folded over your desk like he owns it.

Gojo Satoru.

Another football player—receiver, if you remember right. Popular enough that people wear his number to class like it’s high fashion. He’s grinning like he’s already won.

“You’re in my light,” you say flatly.

“Am I? Damn,” he chuckles, shifting just a little, now resting his elbow beside your notebook. “Didn’t realize I was interrupting... serious study time.”

You ignore him. Sip your coffee. He doesn’t budge.

“So. Got a name?”

You don’t answer.

“Got a phone number?”

You flick your eyes up, deadpan. “You trying to die before midterms?”

His grin grows. “Not before I get your number.”

You snort—loud enough for a few nearby students to glance over. “Persistent, huh?”

He winks. “I’m charming.”

“Debatable.”

He starts to say something else—probably something worse—but then a low, heavy voice cuts through the room:

“Satoru.”

You both glance up.

Sukuna’s standing in the doorway.

Hair pulled back, sweat damp around his collar, jersey sleeves rolled tight over his biceps. He’s not looking at you.

He’s looking at Gojo.

Expression unreadable. Jaw tight.

Gojo, to his credit, just smirks wider. “What’s up, Captain?”

Sukuna’s eyes flick to you. Brief. Sharp.

Then he walks to his seat like nothing happened.

But the air? Heavy now.

The rest of the week, Gojo becomes a problem.

You find him waiting outside your class.

Then near the vending machines.

Then on the quad bench like some washed-up Greek god with a smoothie and a cocky grin.

“You stalking me?” you ask, arms crossed, not slowing your pace.

“Nah,” he says, hopping up to walk beside you, “just think fate keeps throwing us together.”

“Fate’s got shit taste.”

He laughs, bright and obnoxious. “You wound me. I'm just trying to be friendly.”

You stop. Turn to him with a smile as fake as your patience. “Gojo?”

“Yeah?”

“Touch me again and I’ll bite.”

His eyes light up. “Kinky.”

You step on his foot with the heel of your boot and keep walking.

He hobbles after you anyway.

Behind it all, you start to notice a pattern.

Every time Gojo gets a little too close…

Every time he leans in to whisper something in your ear or loops an arm around your chair…

You feel it.

That presence. Watching. Burning.

Sukuna.

Always somewhere in the background. Always silent. Always staring.

But he watches.

And every time he does, Gojo only pushes harder—because he knows.

And Sukuna?

He’s not hiding his temper very well anymore.

You’re sick of it.

The constant hovering, the dumb jokes, the way Gojo practically oozes charm like it’s some cologne he bathed in.

So, when he leans against your locker again—grinning, pushing his luck—you finally shove your phone into his hand.

“There,” you snap. “Text yourself. Take the win and leave me alone.”

Gojo blinks, surprised.

Then he beams like he just won the lottery.

“About time,” he says, typing quickly before handing it back. “You won’t regret this.”

“I already do.”

You turn and walk off, relieved. Free at last.

Until a few hours later, when you’re curled up at home, nursing a snack and ignoring your homework.

Your phone buzzes.

Unknown Number: So this is yours.

You stare at it.

Unknown Number: Cute attitude.

Unknown Number: Let’s see how long it lasts.

You narrow your eyes, fingers hovering over your keyboard.

You: Gojo? Thought I told you to back off.

Three dots appear. Then:

Unknown Number: Not Gojo.

Unknown Number: He got your number for me.

Your stomach drops.

Another message follows:

—S.

You stare. Blink once. Twice.

No fucking way.

And yet, your screen doesn’t lie.

Ryomen Sukuna has your number.

And now he knows you gave it willingly.

You roll your eyes so hard it hurts.

You: Fuck off.

You don’t wait for a reply. Your thumb hovers over the contact field, and you save the number under something appropriately venomous:

“Arrogant Prick #2”

Because Gojo already took spot #1.

You toss the phone face-down on your bed.

You go back to your snack.

But you can’t help the tiniest smile that twitches at your mouth.

He’s cocky.

And he thinks this is a game.

But he’s just made a mistake.

Because now?

You’re playing, too. ~~~

The next morning, Tiffany's practically vibrating beside you as you scroll back to the message.

You don’t even mean to show her—it just kind of happens. One second you're unlocking your phone, and the next she’s leaning over your shoulder with a gasp so dramatic it turns heads.

“Oh my god! Is that him? Is that really him?!”

“Lower your voice.”

“No!” she squeals, smacking your arm. “Ryomen Sukuna? Sukuna?! The walking trauma warning with abs??”

You roll your eyes, tucking your phone back into your pocket before the gossip spreads like wildfire. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big—he texted you! After Gojo got your number for him! That’s like, some mafia-tier matchmaking!”

You lean against the wall outside class, arms folded, trying not to let her excitement worm under your skin. “I told him to fuck off.”

“And he responded!” she cries, like that’s the juiciest part. “You’ve got him hooked.”

You glance down at your hands to hide the twitch of your lip. The hot pink nail polish she slathered on you is already chipping, flakes peeling off the corners.

You start picking at one without thinking. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Mm-hmm,” Tiffany hums knowingly, wrapping her arm around yours as the bell rings. “Tell that to the hearts I saw in his eyes.”

You and Tiffany walk the long path toward your next class, her voice buzzing beside you like static.

“—and I swear if he even looks at you again, I’m gonna die. Not metaphorically. Like, full-on collapse. That’s how much this means to me—wait.”

She grabs your arm, tugging you to a stop.

There they are.

Sukuna and Gojo, parked right on the edge of the quad like they own it. Laughing, loud, cocky, teeth flashing. Girls hang off the edges of their space like flies to honey—flicking their hair, giggling, elbowing each other to get closer.

Sukuna's hair is still damp from a shower. His shirt clings in places it shouldn’t, and those twin tattoos stretch with every movement as he runs a hand through his pink hair.

He’s looking down at Gojo, head tipped back in a laugh.

And he doesn’t see you. Not yet.

Tiffany lets out a high-pitched squeak, nearly bouncing in place. “Okay, okay, don’t panic—but they’re right there!”

“I have eyes,” you say dryly.

You shift your books against your hip, keeping your pace steady when you start walking again. Head high. Gaze forward.

Not looking.

Not caring.

You catch it in your peripheral, though—the moment Sukuna’s laugh cuts short.

His head turns. Sharp and sudden.

Like instinct.

And even with the noise of the crowd around him, the girls at his side, the way Gojo smirks as if he already knows—Sukuna’s eyes find you.

Direct.

Unwavering.

He says something to Gojo, who grins even wider, gaze darting to you as well. But you don’t stop walking. Don’t falter.

You just keep going. Keep Tiffany chattering beside you.

And when you pass the edge of the quad, you let yourself exhale.

Just a little.

The giggles falter. A voice protests, “Sukuna? Hey—where are you going?”

But his footsteps are heavy, unmistakable, and they’re getting closer.

You don’t turn around.

Tiffany does.

“Oh my god,” she hisses, eyes wide, clinging to your arm like you’re a lifeboat. “He’s—he’s coming. He’s coming over here.”

You grit your teeth. “Keep walking.”

The footsteps pick up behind you. Louder. Closer.

“Oi,” Sukuna’s voice grates behind you, cocky and bold, but too close—like he’s used to getting what he wants when he wants it. “You seriously just gonna ignore me?”

You stop.

Tiffany makes a little dying noise beside you as you slowly turn around.

He’s standing there, the crowd far behind him now. His arms are crossed, shoulders flexed under the strain of his too-tight shirt. His red eyes glint like embers in the sun, but there’s something unreadable swimming beneath the usual arrogance.

“What,” you say flatly.

Sukuna grins like he’s already won something. “Tch. That mouth of yours. Always got teeth, huh?”

You raise a brow, unamused. “Didn’t you get the message? Fuck. Off.”

You spin on your heel to walk away, but not before jabbing a finger in his direction—right in his face, close enough he could bite it off if he wanted.

“You don’t impress me. Your stupid bike doesn’t impress me. And neither does your fan club, so go find someone else to bark at.”

Sukuna flinches—not visibly, but his smirk tightens, his eyes sharpen. Like the hit landed deeper than it should’ve.

Tiffany’s gripping your sleeve so hard you think she might rip it.

You walk away without another word.

And behind you, Sukuna stands very still. Watching.

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[autisticandroids]

hello mx dean understander i have a dean behaviorisms question. hypothetically in the beautiful world where Dean is having super closeted gay sex for the whole show how do you think he’d react to a trans guy. i am trying to make him fuck my oc bc i like banging existing characters and my ocs together at the crotch like barbie dolls and i am really struggling to make it be in character

i mean the thing is dean is like. trapped. in a gender prison. right. the idea that gender prisons are fundamentally escapable and malleable to the point where transition is an option would melt his brain. but also i don't know? i think he might just straight up ignore that the guy was a trans guy at all. because 1) he's already playing a beautiful game of Putting A Little Rock On The Concept Of Having Sex With Men in his brain he is Not thinking about it or acknowledging it and 2) realizing you can be trans would simply push dean into a crisis. so i think he might just. not acknowledge that this isn't a cis guy.

i mean also dean is already processing gender in his own unfathomable little ways. especially if he is closetedly having sex with men. does anyone remember this beautiful image. so potentially to dean "the man" is the person who can outmasc the other person and "the woman" is the person who is outmasced (always dean, in dean's head <3) so he may actually not even be really considering your trans guy oc's transness. as long as dean is outmasced we're all good.

what i'm saying is that the most reasonable and fun way to do this is the travel circuitously around to being basically trans affirming but pass through every level of completely insane on the way there.

[caoimhewritesfics]

Missing

how TF 141 + König react to you, their daughter going missing. Read Pt 2 here and Pt 3 here

CW: Mentions of kidnapping, surveillance (kinda), canon typical violence (mentions). Nothing crazy really but reader beware obvi

WC: 791

Ghost does not play about the people he cares about... especially you. It's been just you and him for years and when you disappear he absolutely loses it. He is DETERMINED to hunt down whoever took you. Doesn't matter how far they've taken you because he will be there the instant he figures out where you've gone. Gets the 141 to help him look and he spends day in and day out pouring over files and ANY information that could give him a clue on where you are. The other 141 boys try to keep him out of it, telling him this is too personal for him but he doesn't care at all. He will be leading this mission if it's the last thing he does.

König has had cameras in and out of the house for YEARS. He's been a soldier for a very long time and has seen A LOT so he's very very very serious about your constant safety. He regularly checks your phone and keeps tabs on who you interact with. Which is why he's so surprised when you disappear without a trace one day. He came home and you were just... gone. His first instinct was panic. He tore the house apart looking for you, leaving no place unchecked. When that proved useless he called EVERY contact in your phone. Yes he kept a list. He's right back to panic when no one knows where you are. He wastes no time searching through your room and all electronics. He'll take whatever clue he can when it comes to finding you. Just like Simon, he will be up 24/7 looking for you. Sleep means nothing to him until you are back home safe. When he finds you, trust he will be ruthless to anyone who tries to stop him or hurt you. He's carrying you out of there himself and he won't let you go until you're back home.

Price, when he sees your empty bedroom and phone on your nightstand he's immediately ready to do something crazy. Price is dad of the year... obviously, so protecting you is his main job. Forget being a soldier, you're priority #1 always. He blames himself at first, thinking he never should have left you alone, should have been even more involved than he already is, if that's even possible. He's banned from leading the search for you which eats him alive. He knows he's too close to all of this and being involved could end badly but he can't handle not knowing anything. He has the 141 boys secretly give him any updates on you. Is it allowed? Fuck no. Does he care? Absolutely not, not even a little bit. He hardly eats or sleeps at all, so consumed by his worry and lingering guilt. It's obviously not his fault but he can't help but feel like it is. His brain runs in circles, creating all sorts of horrible scenarios that make him physically sick. Were you taken by someone he knows? Did they take you to get back at him? Did he accidentally reveal something about you to an enemy?

Gaz has Price in speed dial the second you don't get home. Curfew is 10, by 10:05 the entire 141 is on the search. It's like Kyle has become a different person without you. He's usually pretty collected but he's absolutely out of his mind with worry. He's impulsive and angry. Price has to rein him in several times every day until you're found. He's ready to run in, guns blazing when they finally get your location. He's snappy and impatient, lashing out when there's a dead end in their search. He's on the edge of his seat when they finally track you down and go to get you out of there. He's like a man possessed when he gets his hands on your captors.

Soap is completely devastated when you don't come home. He's always been a bit less strict than the others but when you go out with your friends and don't come home even by the next morning he's absolutely riddled with anxiety. He calls your friend but she says you never had plans with her last night and hasn't seen you in days. This sends him into a horrible dread. He feels like he's suffocating not knowing where you are. Like Price, his mind creates horrible worst case scenarios. Simon tries to remind him that they are on it and the chance of whoever took you getting very far is low but Soap is completely lost in his own head. He can't shake the feeling that he'll never see you again. Of course he will, but not even Simon can convince him.

[sunsetno4]

Pokemon AU Tag Game

Thank you @fallenheroreblog for this tag! :D This is a lot of fun to think of, mainly because Vendetta being the most subpar trainer in the world, lol. This so got away from me. First tho, the rules.

How to Play: 1. Make a Pokémon trainer AU for a character of your choice 2. Make a Pokémon team of six or less for said character 3. Add a blurb about your choices 4. Tag your friends and followers 5. Have fun

I'm gonna tag @darkfire1177 @thecryptidenthusiast @glitterdustcyclops @payloadofgeckos (if y'all want to, I'm not sure who likes pokemon around here, no pressure!) and anyone else interested. :D <3 Tag me please! I wanna see what people come up with~ Ok! Let's go!

Vendetta Frey is basically just a contest trainer, no battles for nem or nir team. They'd all suck at it and not have fun with it, which is the important thing. Ven just wants them all to be happy and fulfilled. Nir empathy is alive and well, and probably more intense (but only for pokemon, people can go fuck off).

Perish Song, aka Perish (Hattrem) // Vendetta's first pokemon. Ne still has telepathy and was basically kidnapped by some of those weird world-dominating groups, you know, as it happens. Ven doesn't know the whys, or doesn't remember a lot of nir time there was a blur, mainly because of Perish. They got paired together and Vendetta has to assume it for for a reason. But it was just awful. Ne feels too much and too intensely, which caused Perish a lot of pain. She'd lash out, which upset nem more and caused her more pain in return, and it was the world's worst feedback loop :'l When Vendetta finally escaped though, ne couldn't leave Perish behind. She didn't deserve that.

Their relationship was extremely rough in the beginning, and even now, it's more trauma-bonded neutrality. Ven wonders if finding Perish a quiet and nice home would be better, but Perish is scared to leave the only person she really knows. The world is terrifying and loud and it hurts, but she knows Ven does try to keep it as quiet as possible. :c Perish doesn't do any contests. They prefer hanging back and hearing the nonsense after the fact, lol, but she's good friends with Wherewithal. She likes their silly antics and plays (secretly, can't let people know that, nope!).

Relish (Trapinch) // Ven stumbled over Relish shortly after escaping, who was severely hurt at the time. One heal ball later, and Relish was all good and very attached to Ven …who didn't think that through, at all, Perish was already a handful at the time! Thankfully, the trapinch is a very chill soul (gentle nature, all the way!). He's actually the reason Ven got into doing contests too. Relish loved watching them on the tellie, and loved to reinact the different routines. Ven asked if he wanted to try himself and Relish! Geeked! So hard! :D

…except Relish has terrible terrible stage fright. He normally doesn't make it on the stage before digging his way back to Vendetta. But! Sometimes! He does make it out under the bright stage lights and… then, digs his way under the stage and back to Vendetta. His record is about fifteen seconds being on stage, and Ven is So Proud!!! He keeps trying his best and it's lovely and Ven is so encouraging. Relish is also the main reason the team is more often than not broke as fuck. All that stage damage… Ven still says it's worth it. Anything for Relish. :'l <3

Wherewithal (Audino) // Wherewithal has the Klutz ability, and it's why they and Vendetta met. Their old trainer was an impatient asshole and often screamed at Wherewithal when they failed at battles, and especially when they dropped items. It was a bad time. Ven saw one of these times, and would've dropkicked the trainer in the face if Perish didn't beat nem to it. TOO LOUD! ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭!!!!!!!

The trainer all but abandoned Wherewithal on the spot after that, and Ven offered them a safe place to stay and they're still here, lol. Wherewithal is kind-of the team therapist. They help Ven regulate nir emotions more with their feelers, and Perish too. They both need a lot of help… :'l They are a very silly pokemon too, often using their feelers to make a little monocles and mustaches to try and get giggles out of the others. They're just a fancy busymen~ No battles, their anxiety is still too high but sometimes they like to join contests when they're on the smaller side. And they're actually pretty good! :D

Fuffle (Pyukumuku) & Kerr (Kecleon) // They're a bonded pair of pokemon that Vendetta stumbled over while visiting a coastal resort town, while they were pulling cons~ Fuffle enjoys pulling in a crowd due of their shiny nature, and then violently puking up their innards and playing dead. While the group (understandably) stands horrified and sometimes crying, Kerr comes in from behind while invisible and steals all the shiny things she can find. They often make out like bandits (and Kerr sometimes will grab Fuffle and pretend like its corpse it floating around to scare people further, for fun).

Unfortunately, telepathy beats invisibility so Vendetta knew it was happening. Fortunately, ne found it funny as hell and offered them some protection as a trainer. The pair didn't agree at first, but were quickly won over. They still pull cons, sometimes at the contest venues, sometimes during the contests themselves. Kerr often has more money on her than Ven nemself too. It's the team's main source of money, since they rarely place in any contest.

Demure (Clobbopus) // The last team member to join, and no one entirely knows how that happened. One day, Demure was just there and never left~ She is an very curious and very enthusiastic Clobbopus that absolutely loves contests!! Along with Relish, she's normally joins all the contests she can and she loves the spotlight as much it loves her. However, as the contest goes on, her enthusiasm often …let's say it overflows. :') She doesn't fight the other contestants, but bopping them in aggressive hugs and the like is very frequent and she's never really finished a contest fully because of it.

But Demure has fun anyways, and loves all the last place pity ribbons she and Relish get, lol! And the sweets!! :D She's probably the biggest Poffin fiend out of them all and loves getting sweets post-contest. Honestly, even if she finished and placed higher, Demure would probably be disappointed in the prizes. Where's the treats???

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But, yeah, lol. Ven's team is ...not good but they have a lot of heart. And silliness. And kleptomania. And rage! But Ven is deeply fond of them all. They're all nir family now, and they make Ven feel safe again~

As for the art, I honestly just wanted to see Ven in Pokemon style, so I used May's trainer art as a base/edit/whatever you have. ^^;;;!!!! And then, I got so lost in the sauce making nir outfit. The hoodie has FOUR variants! Six if you included the shiny ones. :')!!!!!!! Gengar and Dracovish ones are better imo, but Shiny Breloom, my love~ But! It was a lot of fun, so again. Thank you for the tag, fallenheroreblog! It was very fun, and I have a new love for Hattrem and Kecleon now, lol!

[lustlovehart]

I absolutely adore your monster!twst series ❤️ ik some of the boys are already technically monsters, but it feels like they’re too scared to go deep into monsterfucker territory. The monsters you’ve come up with for all of them fit them pretty much perfectly! I especially love the tweels and Adeuce, those 4 just have my heart. Thanks so much for writing something for every character though, that takes dedication. 🫶🏽

AHHH thank you so much anon <3333

I’m happy you enjoyed the choice for the monsters (≧◡≦) ♡. I tried my best to pick ones that are well known, but still fit the characters ❤️. (Don’t tell anyone, but I adore writing for those two pairs because of them twinning. It’s fun to write them together with their pair while MH!Reader has to deal with double the monster.) and I’m happy to please everyone with writing for as many characters as I can ❤️. I realized I should probably stop before I go crazy, so I’m not gonna do it as often, but I’m still gonna try my best to feed all fans of different characters!!

Warnings: N/sfw talk

And you definitely have a point! I like to think it really depends on whether the Mc is regular monster!twst or the modern au though! The cast is technically full of monsters, but since they look a bit more humanoid it’s easier for you to like think of such things.

(The cast does have versions of themselves that are way, way more monster-like, though. But ever since meeting you, they decided to keep wearing a more humane look <3 it’s in the hopes that you’ll see them as someone to fall in love with!!)

Regular Monster!Twst Mc is definitely more on the side of not wanting to go deep into that side of the monsters </3. It’s definitely because they have to kill monsters that look like that on a daily basis, so the thought of fucking a cast member when they look like that feels a bit hypocritical to them. Sadly, they’d have to stick with the more human look or they’ll go crazy looking at them </333.

Modern Mc is a complete freak though LMAO. Since they don’t have to deal with the trauma of murdering giant horrific monsters, they’re not as disturbed by the thought of getting it on with an eldritch horror <3. It definitely has to do with online activity and their obsession with (fictional) monsters.

They don’t know if they’re lucky or unlucky for finding out the monsters they write fanfic about are real…

Mmmmm…. getting into a freakoff with gargoyle Malleus, who’s like 8 ft tall, giant, and detailed with the most horrific of monster traits. And somehow, you win. Unfortunately you have to tell him the stone body’s gotta go before you literally die 💔

[leota-nexus]

Rules: Post Your OC and then 4 Random Pictures (or more) with no explanation to convey your characters vibe.

Tagged by @katsigian @ghostoffuturespast & @elmknight who also tagged me in this:

compassion: 10/10 (she will find ways to be compassionate even when it's entirely unexpected)

bitterness: 6.5/10 (she's not bitter, she doesn't know what you're talking about, she just doesn't like to look back or remember because honestly they can all fUCK THEMSEL-)

happiness: 8.5/10 (she chooses to be happy when she can but life's beatdowns often win so instead she tries to focus on being fiercely free & flexing hope as a muscle)

politeness: 7/10 (I mean, she thinks she's being polite? She's trying. When she wants to.)

chivalry: 10/10 (Zaddy's a gentleman just do NOT slap a bitch in front of her, she won't ask questions & she'll take the warrant without hesitation)

pride: 🏳️‍🌈/10 (jk, she's learned to be proud of herself but she's not overly cocky)

honesty: 8.9/10 (not always honest with herself + memory issues + knows better than to be a fully open book in Night City but genuinely does her best to do right by those close to her)

bravery: 9/10 (this is maybe not always a good thing)

recklessness: 7.5/10 (look, she knows when to be smart & cautious but she also knows damn well she's always been a chaos gremlin at heart, it's how she burns off steam ♡)

ambition: 6/10 (They said "You're going to die!" She said "No." They said "You could be the greatest Night City's ever seen!!" She said "Jackie already is." Then she promptly fucked off to figure shit out on her time on her terms)

loyalty: 10/10 (if you've earned it)

love: 11/10 (she is Love, she is Fire, she is Passion, she is Hope)

sense of family: 10/10 (she's already debating adopting you into her found family as we speak)

attractiveness: 10/10 (It's taken her a lot of time to learn to love the body she's in & modify it to her heart's content. She's more focused on feeling comfortable with herself than what others think about her but it's at a point where she can feel happy & at home in her body)

agility: 8/10 (she's jumping rooftop to rooftop just sometimes she flubs it & lands on her face, luckily she's got built-in damage resistance & a pretty quick heal response)

sex drive: ~/10 (she's demisexual so it depends)

Tagging without pressure @katsigian @ghostoffuturespast @shimmer-like-agirl @baublekute for the oc qualities + @luvwich @fereldanwench @dreamskug @wraithsoutlaws @rosapexa @astarionhistears @cyberpunkaddict @miss--river @glitchinginthegarden @revachol-route-zer0 @victoria-ward420 @teddys-shion @harellan @my-alternatevy @galdorcraeft @mynonsenseistingling @wanderingaldecaldo & anyone else who wants to join in for either or both! <3

[auguryofjellyfish]

me @ ken rn

[outeremissary]

In the past week or two an attempt to recommend Rogue Trader to friends now that I am truly in a dire place with it resulted in convincing them all to never, ever touch it... I need Owlcat to release a game I don't feel obligated to include a list of disclaimers with when trying to recommend </3 It's always like "Kingmaker is one of my FAVORITE GAMES and the writing is GOOD AND FUN it has some of my ALL TIME FAVORITE CHARACTERS AND PLOTS and the gameplay is SO BAD MOST OF THE TIME and it has SO MUCH JANK but it's worth it if you have DOZENS OF HOURS OF PATIENCE" or "Wrath has combat and characters MANY PEOPLE LIKE and is VERY CINEMATIC and SIGNIFICANTLY IMPROVES QOL but the gameplay MIGHT PISS YOU OFF and you SHOULD DO PRE READING ON SYSTEMS AND ROUTES and the alignment dialogue is NOT GOOD somehow worse than Kingmaker's" or "Rogue Trader is a GREAT GAME with INTERESTING CHARACTERS and REALLY FUN GAMEPLAY except that the gameplay of the first fifteen hours is INTOLERABLY BAD AND BORING and the exposition for newcomers to setting lore is TERRIBLE also the scope of human atrocity is OFF THE CHARTS if that's hard for you and there IS A TORTURE PIT"

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

is it scummy to block people because you disagree with their takes 😭😭 it’s never anything personal obv but . like. would that just be mean………..

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF TUCHANKA: TURIAN PLATOON

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Lt. Tarquin Victus With: Lt. Steve Cortez and The Ninth Turian Platoon Decisions like these weigh heavy on me- when I was a General, I could pass them up the chain of command. But now? I'm all I've got. I'm beginning to understand why leaders so often seem lonely... Worst case scenarios aren't just theories- they're what you'll be dealing with five minutes from now. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

Wow guys you'll never guess whose children these are their designs are so complexly crafted and also do not check which characters fill like 80% percent of the MLP tag on this blog that is unimportant (/j)

(seperated by background, because they are technically cousins, but they were raised like siblings so they will be refered to as such from now on) (Singles + Info under cut)

Pippin - Special Talent in Real Estate

Cowfyne - Special Talent is Carpentry and Woodworking

Esker - Special Talent is Pottery

Since I'm establishing a peer-group here, I'll drop the fact that Pippin and Cowfyne are slightly older than Ambrosia, and Esker is slightly younger than Ambrosia

This is probably also a good time to mention that this story does play under the "Apple Cousins AU" umbrella, which makes them Ambrosia's semi-distant cousins

[hopeinthebox]

tagged by the effervescent @cordiallyfuturedwight and @jiminsproof for the november receipt <33 thanks lovelies!!

just a touch late to the party, but if you haven't already: @dearedwardteach @pauls-mccharmly @thvinyl @btscontentenjoyer @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @eoieopda @monismochi 💜 MWAH