#headcannon/drabble/idk what the hell

[moon0shadow]

Obey Me Sheep MC Drabble/Headcannons.

The Sheep MC of Obey me being a sheep makes me think about them doing Sheep Things or getting into Sheep Shenanigans. Cuz Funny

(Use of They/Them pronouns just to be inclusive, idk if this counts as a reader-insert, this is just me spewing my silly sheep ideas, do i put trigger warnings here? Idk)

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• (MC) is very small in sheep form, while they can be bipedal, the idea of them going 'f*ck it' and walking on all fours like a true sheep is funny. It's hard work trying to walk on two little legs whilst covered in poofy wool.

• Them being so small and short made them an easy target to accidentally kick like a soccer ball across the corridor so the brothers gave them a bell to wear so the brothers can hear (MC) around the corner.

• (MC) has definitely given into the Sheeply Urge of chewing or eating on things they shouldn't at least once. Perhaps they do it when hungry or bored but they have tried nibbling on the Brother's clothes or things, of course they'd never chew on something expensive or important to the Brothers [(MC) once ate a page out of one of Satan's books and he damn near almost threw them out of the window for it] but the desire to gnaw on their sleeves or even furniture is a temptation that has crossed (MC)'s mind more than once.

• (MC)'s wool grows just like a sheep's, the brothers learned that the hard way when it got harder and harder for (MC) to walk until they were practically more wool than flesh. The Brothers took a day off just to shear all that wool off, after all that, (MC) was happy trimmed, shorn and peeled sheep who could walk again. Now the only thing left to do is wonder what the hell they're going to do with all this shorn-off wool now...

• (MC) doesn't only have wool, but they have horns and hooves too. Those grow at normal rates and the brothers don't need to worry about your horns growing to be too long or too sharp, your hooves on the other hands, the brothers keep a close eye on, as they don't want your hooves to be overgrown and making it hard for you to walk so Asmodeus takes it upon himself to give them a pedicure/manicure/whatever if those hooves of theirs are getting too long. He even paints them afterwards to make (MC) feel nice and pretty.

• (MC)'s wool gets stuck on things all the time, usually stuff like briars or thorns when left outside or the unforeseen hook or the rare exposed floorboard nail. Though embarrassingly, the most common thing to get hooked up in their hair is the brothers, their jacket zippers and such can occasionally get tangled up whilst (MC) be sitting in their laps, relaxing, only to try and hop off their laps and find themselves hooked by a clingy zipper.

• (MC) definitely makes sheep noises when happy or spooked, the House of Lamentations will be totally quiet (a rare thing) only for that silence to be broken by a tiny: 'MeEeeEehh'.

[trancylovecraft]

Hi!! Idk if you're taking requests but if you are... 👉👈 Hear me out.

Yan! Lucifer and/or Lewin (Blue Exorcist, naturally) headcanons/drabble (whatever you'd like!!) with a s/o who actually?? Loves them back?? Maybe it's Stockholm syndrome, maybe they're just as bad as them... whatever the case S/O doesn't want to leave (even when being "rescued" by others)

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LUCIFER

Lucifer, King of Light, Commander of the Illuminati and the strongest of the Ba'al. Also a Delusional, Possessive, Protective and Manipulative yandere.

Okay, So as a starter lets say that you, A member of The True Cross and teaching assistant at the cram school have been captured by the Illuminati due to Lucifer's growing obsession with you. He's been watching you for months, Only now he has decided to finally take you.

You've been kept in a cell within the Dominus Liminus for months now, Siphoned away from everyone you knew back home and isolated from everyone here. The only people you talk to being a select few, As well as the man himself, Lucifer.

Lucifer loves you, He truly does. And that is such a strange feeling for a being like him, The strongest demon after his father. You're beautiful, Despite how wretched he finds normal humans to be, He also finds you to be an exception.

That's why he needs to keep you locked up. You're pure, Perfect. You're his. He can't let you get dirtied by the likes of other human beings, No, You need to stay by his side where he can keep you safe.

You're meant to be his, You were made for him. Why else would he feel this way for you? You're soulmates, No matter how cliche that sounds that is what he believes to the core.

And you? You're terrified of him, After all he is The King of Light. He's strong, Powerful. He's the decider between whether you live or you die, You're sure any other of your allies would've sobbed at their current situation. But you're not like them.

The difference between you and your other allies?

You love demons.

They're your passion, Your fire. They are the reason you get up in the morning. Everything about them is something you chase after every waking moment. From a coal tar to a seraphim. Oh, How you adore them.

So you're terrified of him, Of Lucifer. But you would be lying if you couldn't say you were drawn to him all the same. His blonde hair, His feline eyes, His slender yet fluffy tail. He exuded an aura you had never felt before. He was poison in the silver vine you craved.

Especially once he declared himself to be your husband, A jitter in your heart at the words. Thumping and grinning wildly once he turned his back. You felt horrid for your own feelings betraying the order, But hell, If you weren't absolutely overjoyed that your new subject of interest liked you just as much as you liked him.

So, Even though you were terrified you had no problem in obeying the rules he set for you. Every time he visited you, You would be too terrified to speak yet crave to say something to him. Every time he'd make you sleep in the same hospital bed as him, Your muscles would be too tense to let you relax.

Lucifer took this as you still being unused to your new surroundings, That you're still just a bit unsettled. Don't worry! He knows you love him (even if that knowledge comes from his delusion, its still true). You just need a bit more affection, So you can become adjusted to him as your husband.

And while this was somewhat true. You still wanted so desperately to just say something to him, Express your interest and genuine desire to know more about him. To love him? That you did, More potently than any other demon before. How fascinating he was, How angelic.

Which was why when one day when you were in your cell, You heard the door open. You got excited, Your heart starting to nervously/excitedly beat in hopes that it was Lucifer coming to visit you once more!

But.. It wasn't him?

Instead it was a woman of shorter stature, A shy yet somehow determined face. Decorated in Illuminati uniform so you figured she was just a new guard on the roster allowed to deliver your next meal.

But she grasps onto your hands, Hurriedly informs you that she's a spy from The True Cross here to get you out. Your eyes widen as you hear this, She doesn't give you any chance to respond as she begins to drag you along, Saying you don't have much time.

You're dragged along by the woman, Conflicted as you make your way through the halls. And she was right, There was barely anyone there..

Shit, You didn't think you'd be rescued this soon or at all! And you feel a bit bad that you didn't want to be rescued either, Why would you want to leave when there was such an interesting demon here that you'd want to study?

The woman stops however, As soon as you enter the next room over you're met with an entire legion there, Already surrounding you.

The woman gasps, Turning to run with you in hand but the exit is quickly blocked.

Lucifer emerges from the crowd in full regalia, Even though he had his mask on you could almost feel the confused yet heartbroken expression on his face as he asks you where you were going with that woman.

You again are hit with that same fear as he asks you again, But you are unable to speak. The woman speaks for you instead, Even though she is also terrified she tells him angrily that his views were wrong, That kidnapping and keeping some poor person was detestable.

Lucifer gets irked by this, Anyone trying to challenge his delusion instantly strikes a cord in him. The woman looks over to you, Eyes begging for you to back her up.

You're still terrified, But you can't stay silent no longer as you speak your mind and announce that this woman dragged you from your cell with the intention of kidnapping you. You spoke of how afraid you were for your life, Practically lying off your tongue.

Lucifer asks her if this is true, Which the woman has no words for as she stares at you in horror.

Her eyes barely have time to widen as the room suddenly flashes, A bright light enveloping the entire room.

The woman falls to the floor dead as Lucifer approaches you, Apologising for what you must have gone through with that woman, He practically steps over the body as some of the guard comes along to drag the scorched body away.

Your fear is still very much there as he cups your cheek with his gloved hand, But you breathe, Trying to calm yourself as you rest your own hand over his and ask him when your marriage was.

Lucifer afterwards would definetly take this as you finally adjusting into your life here, Finally accepting him as your husband (not like you had any objections before).

Giving into him and actually liking him back would make his delusional behaviour so much worse. Like if you thought him thinking you were literally made for him before was bad, You've got another thing coming.

You'll have much more freedom than before, Like you'll be able to walk around wherever you want when you want (only if Homare accompanies you, However). You'll be able to access all the entertainment and leisure available on The Dominus Liminus, Anything unavailable will swiftly be made accessible for you and you only.

Lucifer himself would definetly be more relaxed when it comes to his possessive tendencies, Mostly because he knows he has you. Not like he had any doubt before, But with your reinforcement of your adoration from him, He doesn't feel much worry over it anymore.

Expect a lot more gifts from this man. Clothes, Jewellery, Stuff he think you'd like. Whatever item you may mention in passing to him or Homare, Expect it to be delivered to you by tomorrow morning at the latest.

Lucifer also becomes much more public in his displays of affection. I imagine him to be giving some important speech while holding your hand the entire time. Kisses with him are rather chaste in public, However in private that's a different story..

You sleep in his bed now, No debate. He will not rest until you're laying beside him under the covers, Him holding you close with his tail squeezing your thigh like a ball and chain.

Lucifer loves it when you praise him, He's weak for it. Honestly you could give him a few words of love and he'd be ready to do almost anything for you.

All and all, I'd say its a pretty good deal!

LEWIN

Lewin Light! Arc Knight from the Vatican and a Possessive and Obsessive yandere!

Alright so lets say that you were kidnapped by him, Previously having a relationship that he insists on keeping up now that you're unable to leave his apartment. You're unable to leave cause of the demons he keeps stationed around, That and the fact that he had to sever your Achilles tendons to keep you from running.

You hated him at first, Loathed every time he came back with a rather cheesy "Honey, I'm home!" before sauntering over to the bed you laid in, Roughly grasping you by the cheeks and kissing you on the lips.

You hated him, You really did. You hated his lazy smile, His messy mop of black hair, His passion when he ranted off to you about demons but..

You still loved him, You actually did. Even though he had clipped your wings and kept you inside, Blocked off all sources of communication except from him and severed your tendons.. You still somehow viewed him as your boyfriend.

The one that would buy you fast-food for your late night dates, The one that would joke around with you when you felt bored. You wanted to hate him but you couldn't bring yourself to, He was your boyfriend, You really did love him even though he did all this to you.

It felt like your mind was at war with one and other. One part of you hated his guts and the other part would spill your own for him if needed. It was frustrating and incredibly confusing. You really didn't know what to do.

One day however when Lewin left to go to work as usual, Leaving you alone in the house was when something different happened.

Let's say that he had given you crutches of sorts so you can get around, So you don't need to stay bedridden all the time. Of course it won't help you much because if you try to escape it's going to be one hell of a pain to do so-

But anyways- Let's say you were up, Managing to manoeuvre around all the mess in his apartment to get to his kitchen. You were hungry. Tired of staying dormant on the bed just waiting for Lewin to get home.

But you're startled once you hear someone banging at the door- Not knocking- Banging. Whoever it was their fists were pounding against the wood, Calling out your name.

Your eyes widen. You recognise the voice as an old friend from the Vatican. Why could they be here? At Lewin's apartment? Calling out your name.

The sylphs that were stationed in his apartment to keep watch of you begin to get agitated, Especially once you drop what you're doing and begin to hobble to the door in your crutches. They chitter out some incomprehensible dialogue, Though you knew it was most certainly

You open the door, Lewin not bothering to lock it as he knows the sylphs are guard enough. And as soon as you do you're enveloped in the biggest hug of your life, Squeezing you tight and near knocking you off of your crutches.

They tell you how glad they are to find you alive, That they knew Lewin was up to something all along as they see your ankles desecrated and the crutches supporting your weight.

They tell you how they knew something was off when Lewin said you were injured on a mission, Especially when he said you wanted some time to recover, Alone.

I mean you didn't even text them. They always had a suspicion about Lewin even before this all happened, And to find you like this?

You're absolutely floored with their quick ramblings, Despite being overjoyed to see them once more you have no words to say.

Especially once they try to usher you out of here believing that you are being held captive (..Which you are, But that isn't the point)

You try to tell them that you're okay, That everything is fine but they don't listen. They think you're just trying to keep them safe as they try to tug you out of the apartment.

It is only then when you're halfway out the door does another arm sling around your shoulder.

"Sorry I'm back already, Babe! Left somethin' here.. Didn't know you had any visitors comin' over today, Darlin'?"

It was Lewin, Whose arm. It was obvious he didn't leave something here, Instead the sylphs had been rather quick to tell him about the intruder.

Your friend stops in their tracks, Looking wide eyed at Lewin, Half in fear- The other in anger.

Lewin lays his head on your shoulder in a sort of romantic gesture. The hand squeezing your shoulder tightens, As if it was a warning to stay quiet and go along with it.

Especially once you get a glimpse of his eyes under his hair. An angry, Irritated gleam that gave away the fakeness of his smile.

Your friend tells Lewin that they were just here to meet up with you, To catch up since you havent talked in a while.

Lewin smiles and friendly yet firmly states that you need to rest, Your injuries still haven't healed after all.

Your friend glances towards you, Begging you to say something or give some kind of sign to say that he's taken you captive.

Glancing between the two, You knew you had to make a choice.

You swallowed down your fear, Your mind made up.

You chose then and there that you still love him, That no matter what- He is still your partner. You love him, No matter how much you hate what he did to you.

You tell your friend that everything is fine, That you still need time to rest. You give them the most genuine look you can muster, Trying to convince them everything is fine.

Your friend still doesn't look satisfied, However Lewin pipes up.

He tells your friend that they should go now, They shouldn't be taking time off work hours to go visit friends. He pats them a little too harshly on the shoulder before shooing them off.

After that?

Lewin definetly trusts you more than he ever has, Especially since the sylphs told him that you meant it even before he showed up. He feels his heart squeeze at that.

As soon as your friend left, Lewin definetly made it a point to "show his appreciation." If you get what I mean.

Expect Lewin to be much more lenient. Maybe you can take walks out on your own with the sylphs, Maybe you can order food and maybe- Just maybe- You might get your phone back.

Maybe if you really prove your trustworthiness, He may let your friends visit. Only when he's there though, Of course.

Once your ankles heal then he'd let you return to the vatican as an exorcist. Though expect all your missions to be paired up with him and him alone. He can't let you get hurt now!

Everything goes back to normal, Before he severed your ankles. The only thing changed being that you're now well aware of his obsessive behaviour, Now accepting it with him, Perhaps even feeding into it.

Perhaps you're the kind that likes to make him jealous. If so, Lewin will play along though I warn you not to go to far- Lewin might just do the same.

Expect to wash the blood off him, Lewin seeing this as a romantic scenario. (The only time he will willingly bathe.)

All in all- Lewin loves you, Maybe a little too much- But still loves you all the same.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

You know how angels typically do the two-fingers-on-the-forehead thing when they heal people? What if Jack Klines favorite way to heal the reader was through kisses? Forehead, lips, cheek, shoulder, wherever. . Thought it was a cute concept that you could do some justice

Okay so I see this more as a Headcannon just cause I can add some more details and go completely crazy with spit balling out ideas than trying to make it flow as a straight up oneshot or even drabble so let's get started!!!

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

So as said above, angels can heal with just a simple touch of their fingers as we've seen Cas do it so many times.

So let's take it up a notch with our beloved nephelim Jack Kline.

Yes while he too can do the angel's healing touch, for his beloved partner (we'll go GN with this HC), he likes a more--personal way of healing.

And that's with sweet, adorable, and loving KISSES!!!! MUAW MUAW MUAW MUAW MUAW (idk if that's how you spell kissing sounds lol but anyways)

The way I see it is before you two became a couple, he did do the healing touch with his fingers.

But once the feelings were shown and you both started to accept your love for one another, Jack pondered something.

And low and behold he gets to test this little theory out when you're doing research and you get a paper cut on your finger.

When he hears you hiss in pain, he takes your hand and observes the small bit of blood trickling out of the scratch.

"I want to test something" he says to you.

"And what's that?" you question.

He doesn't speak a word, only just bringing your injured finger to his lips and he presses a gentle kiss to your wound.

Almost instantly, a small tingling sensation comes at your finger. It's not like the normal way an angel's healing touch felt.

When an angel touches you to heal you, you just feel like an instant weight has been lifted off of you. Your broken bones suddenly feel normal again, scars disappear and even bruises fade and disappear.

But this time, through his kiss. There's this tingling sensation. Like when your foot falls asleep but not as intense, it kinda tickles if you're being honest.

Then the scratch is gone and the stinging pain is no more, the only thing left behind is that tingling sensation before that too fades away.

"Did it work?" he asks with a cute puppy head tilt.

You look at him in amazement, eyes widened with awe.

"How long have you been able to do that?"

From then on, any injury you had, Jack's method of healing was like the actual way you wish your parent's kisses could be.

Accidentally cut yourself while cooking food for the guys, Jack was there to kiss your palm after wiping away the blood.

Headaches from lack of sleep or caffeine overload after burning the candle at both ends with research?

You can bet Jack is there, cupping your head between his hands and giving kiss after kiss till your headache goes away.

"This is so much better than Tylenol." you praise which makes Jack laugh.

"Happy to help heal my sweetheart." he says with that adorable smile.

Now healing on the hunts, those can be a bit rough.

Like this one time you and the guys came back from a witch hunt.

Boy did that witch treat you like a ragdoll. No better yet it was like you were Loki and she was the Hulk flinging you around across every part of the room to where it felt like every bone on your body was broken.

Fortunately that wasn't the case but it sure as hell felt it.

Twisted ankle, dislocated shoulder, two at least three broken ribs and a broken nose.

Jack was beside himself. But he stayed with you and used his healing kisses to help you.

You worried however if he drained himself of his energy because this was unlike any of the other minor injuries he's healed before like this.

So day by day, you got a kiss a day depending on the severity of the wounds.

For the broken nose and twisted ankle, they were healed within the same day.

But for the other wounds like the ribs and knees, he had to keep the connection longer by kissing your lips so that his magic could do it's job properly.

And even then, it would also drain your energy by making your body tired from the tingling sensation.

Still, Jack didn't want you to suffer in pain, so he would stay by your side and tend to what you needed while you rested up in the bed. Even giving you normal kisses (honestly you can't even pick which kisses you loved the best).

Of course there's also the times when you don't need them but ask for them anyway.

Especially during the cold winters, in Kansas, with winds up to 20+mph in like 20 degree weather.

Lips getting chapped and cold, whose to say Jack can't warm them up with a healing touch.

"Hey Jackie-bear, I think the cold winds busted my lips up, they might need some tending to and Dean never returned my chap stick. Do you think you can....."

Now Jack maybe 3 years old, but he's no fool.

He knows when you really need those healing kisses and when you don't.

But you're just so cute, there's times he just can't resist it.

"You know, if you want to kiss me. All you had to do was ask."

"Where's the fun in that?" you flirted back.

Nonetheless, he still gives you a healing kiss on the lips.

Now that spot, that spot right there is where the real fireworks happen.

Ever since he healed your ribs after that witch hunt, the healing kisses on your lips really make your kisses see fireworks (literally and figuratively).

You'd take any chance you could to get a healing kiss to come from the lips.

Whether or not Jack ever caught onto that, that you'd never know but still he happily obliges and you couldn't be happier.

Needless to say, Jack Kline is a precious boi who loves to heal his partner in any shape or form.

And he's really glad he got to heal you in a way that's more special than just an angel's touch.

An Angel's Kiss, now that--that is something truly special. And only you have gotten the pleasure of experiencing it.

And you will always be grateful.

[writermask-0807]

RUL3S AND REGULATIONS

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Hi, I'm Lynne! Like all forms of Lyn Lynne or literally anything. So I just realized I didn't make this sort of post in the beginning of this blog, so I thought I might as well start now, since it's better late than never right? 🙃 let's see what else to put here… requests are open, I'm edit: 17 now!! (the 19 was a typo), she/her, and this blog is strictly sfw.

ANIME/FANDOMS I'LL WRITE FOR:

ARANYAK - because I literally CANNOT find any fanfics on it, and I'm down bad for angad malik

DORORO

fantastic beasts and where to find them

Fantastic beasts: secrets of Dumbledore

Harry Potter

Trollhunters

The hobbit

Hell's paradise

Spy x family

Avatar: the way of the water

My hero academia

Demon slayer

Assassination classroom

Violet Evergarden

Fruit basket

Horimiya

The girl who can see

Komi can't communicate

Death note

BLACKLISTED CHARACTERS:

overhaul/chisaki kai (he's a red flag and i regret the fic i wrote for him. and also its so hard to write for him ok 😩), mineta minoru (i just wanna strangle him until hes choking and red in the face) from my hero academia.

Sasuke (I have my reasons), and Jiraiya from Naruto.

Naruse shisuto from komi can't communicate

Akito sohma from fruit basket

(i honestly can't think of anyone else so ig that's all.)

THINGS THAT WILL GET YOU BLOCKED (OR CONTENT I WON'T WRITE FOR.)

I don't write nsfw. like at all. No smut, or any kinks or anything like that, so please don't request such things, and please respect my boundaries.

If you're pro-israel, sexist, misogynistic, racist, anti-vaxxer, fatphobic, Islamophobic, etc etc. I'm being honestly serious about this. Keep your shit opinions to yourself, the world is better without them.

STUFF THAT I'LL WRITE:

I'll write headcannons, scenarios, drabbles and imagines, though I might sound a bit rusty 👀

I also accept character x character fics although this mainly a x reader blog.

I'll be writing for female and gender neutral readers

Gore, yandere, and other dark themes are allowed, but the descriptions won't be that graphic

I can also write platonic relationships, familial relationships n the lot, for example like dadzawa or something.

All asks and requests will be answered and finished when inspiration/motivation strikes, which means there's no telling if its gonna be super quick or super slow, so please don't pressure me into writing quicker, and my sincerest apologies to the people who'll have to wait. There might also be circumstances where I won't be able to write for your asks, because it simply isn't easy?? Idk how to explain it (and im aware of how stupid that sounds,) but keep in mind that im not obligated (to finish the requests) either. Hope you enjoy!!! (I'm so excited!!)

*writermask out!*

[nishas-pet]

Sjshsjhw okie okie this is sorta the same request as the last couple I've requested but like.....

Ok so... Imagine, x Reader got into a relationship with Colter, right? Now imagine Nisha and Mags were like "OMG you can do SO MUCH better than him" and they both (Nisha and Mags) finally realize they both have a Big Crush™ on said x Reader? And now they're trying to find ways to like get x Reader to break up with him? Idk. 😅😅😅😅 could I Mayhaps request that lil drabble? If your requests are still opent hat is?

I'm sorry I was gone for so long but tldr is a lot of bad shit happened to me. Anyways, here's the headcannon if anyone still cares and I apologize for leaving for so long. REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

I'm going to apologize in advance for this being probably really bad.

Him Really??

When you first started dating Colter, Mags and Nisha are befuddled

Like how in the hell could you, The OVERBOSS, be willing to get together with Colter of all people. The incredibly useless and self-centered poor excuse of a former Overboss

You and him literally tried killing each other when you first met and now you're sleeping with the man who tried to kill you.

When they saw you and Colter together they both became incredibly jealous.

When they realized they were jealous they both began being angry at themselves for having a crush on the overboss of all people.

How could they develop a crush on the boss, and why did they have to realize it after you and Colter got into a relationship

When they figure out that Nisha/Mags also have a crush on you they are infuriated with one another and a lot of "incidents" between The Operators and The Disciples happen

things such as random killings, slaves being stolen or killed

sabotaging of gear and equipment

To the point that you can't ignore it anymore and then call them both into a meeting

"What in the fuck is the problem you two are having with each other?" You shout at them as they sit down in front of you.

At first the violence between the Operators and the Disciples were negligible but they quickly escalated to being on the edge of all out war, and war is very bad for business. "I'm waiting for an explanation from one of you." You say as you lean forward in the chair and stare down both of the women in front of you.

Both of the women look down after sharing a glance and huff towards each other as they cross their arms, 'this is very strange' you think to yourself since usually both of them would be quick to explain their actions. "until both of you learn to behave and knock this shit off the Pack will get first dibs on everything. The quicker you two stop whatever this crap is the less you lose to the Pack." You explain as you sigh and rub your forehead like a teacher or parent who just got done scolding a child.

As they enter the elevator they begin to talk

" We can't let those animal fuckers take all the good territory and loot from us." "Agreed"

After they reach an agreement and finally start working together they come up with a plan to get you away from Colter

At first they decide to start with something small and have some of the things you and Colter stolen and hidden away

Items that Colter own begin to disappear causing several arguments to break out between you two. You swear you had nothing to do with it but Colter either doesn't believe you or doesn't care

Nisha and Mags are pleased with themselves until they realize it's not working and breaking the two of you up

they begin to slowly increase their efforts by picking fights with Colter, complaining about him as much as they can, and other ideas

Then they decide to raise the stakes and try to frame Colter as being a thief

They begin to "steal" things from the Operators and Disciples and even have some of their trusted members steal some items from the Pack.

As the reports of small things missing or stolen jump up you begin to search for this thief

After a long time of scouring the gangs your suspicions eventually turn towards Colter

After searching through your shared spaces you eventually wait until he's out before you search through his private containers such as his dresser and chest

You find multiple things from the various gangs there. ranging from small items such as "trophies" the gangs have taken to some extreme items like Nisha's knife.

"What the fuck is this Colter" you shout as he walks back into your shared quarters, presenting him with some of the missing items you found in his closet and dresser. "I don't know how any of that got there" he shouts back as he raises his hands in an I don't know gesture

A lot of shouting and arguing is heard by nearby gang members. After over an hour of arguing you and Colter eventually reach a boiling point and end your relationship with each other and Colter is exiled from Nuka World.

Nisha and Mags smile to themselves that their plan has worked before they realize that now that Colter's gone they both are going to try and get with you.

"We both want to get with the boss right? Well then how about we both get with them at the same time. That way we both get what we want and the boss is happy we aren't killing each other." Mags explains as they both sit down across from one another.

"Fine, just don't get ahead of yourself and assume that they're gonna stay with you forever once they realizes I'm better than you." Nisha explains as her cocky smirk flashes. "As if the boss would want to be with a brute like you" Mags laughs out as both of them stand and reluctantly shake hands.

"Guess It's a contest then"

And that's the end. I apologize if it isn't that good and for how long it took for anything to be posted. If anyone likes this or any of my other old posts (which I don't think are that good) feel free to send me an ask/message with what you want. I'll write any ask relating to Fallout, with Fallout 4 being preferred but not necessarily required. I'll write anything from scenarios to oneshots or drabbles. I'll write both SFW and NSFW works with the exceptions being, Full Angst (hurt no comfort), Watersports, Feces, NTR, Underaged NSFW, and a few other things.

[tundra1029]

Hey, I don't know if your request are opened but will you write a reader that has sh problems and when they relapse they pass away? (I had a relapse a couple days ago and in desperate need of suicidal reader) you can choose the character if you want

ngl its been months since you have requested this of me and i got real burnt out of it quickly as you know that im more used to posting prompts and College has been taking too much of my time that i cant finish it. instead of making you wait for many more months, im gonna post the headcannons and drabbles that @maryannecrimsworth @vorsdany @dragonfirerogue and @cursedchar have helped me with. this is probably gonna be the last time i post a story and will probably continue on doing prompts idk... sorry if i disappointed ya man.

i dont even know what to title this story but ill call it....

"MY ANGST FIC THAT I HAVEN'T DONE SHIT WITH YET :D"

My mind just went to the dark.

Random Headcannons

this is just what my mind was on when i first read your request

I imagined gun, screams and red petals as blood

Andd im imagining a cliff a knife and screaming

I need a headcanon

Hyper fixated on Wednesday TV series

So! I was thinking of Enid and Y/N established relationship

But it slowly fell apart after the Crackstone incident

Enid spending more time with Wednesday

Replacing their dates with investigations and girl nights with yoko

Investigations with Wednesday

But here's the thing! Y/N used to be an avid sh

But then they met Enid

So they stopped once they had their anchor in the world

But with Enid drifting apart

Their world started to darken

Days becomes mindless routine

Getting used to being put aside

Bottling it all in until.. It.. Cracks..

Now reader just avoids everyone

Then we would see R in their room

Breaking down and loosing their sanity

Then ended up acquiring a weapon, whether it be a gun or a sharp object

AND I REMEMBER THAT ONE QUOTE

"This world is cruel, but i still love you"

"Ill keep you safe, i alone will face the price"

They thought of killing everyone who interacted with enid but with a sudden burst of sanity, they thought back to that, and realized they are a danger now with these thoughts

There's a song to this https://youtu.be/VkOJNkQHpqM

Or this song https://youtu.be/5gyANphz_Kk

They would notice R leaving Nevermore, they would think R would go to Jericho

You know werewolf instincts are a lil spot on sometimes yea?

The friends would just think nothing of it but Enid felt something is wrong and with guilt of avoiding R plagued her mind, she decided to follow

And now they are different scenarios to this

And im still deciding on one

Enid didnt realize she was neglecting reader badly as she keeps on having to help Wednesday and having fun with her friends))

DRABBLES WITH MAH FRENS

I am trudging through deep within the forest, stepping over rocks and fallen branches while facing forward not once have i strayed my eyes from the path i have made in my minds, a path to where it was once my quiet place and now will be my grave, almost tripping over a tree branch and i curse underneath my breath "fucking hell" i grit my teeth and continue my journey to that one cliff was, the only place for me to have peace, not once noticing enid following me

i touch my hip where i have hidden the gun under my shirt and pants, as i stand near the edge of the cliff and i give out a sigh as i give one last glance at the scenery infront of me, where the mountains and forest bathe under the sun, where the river shine and glisten under its light. 

I hear a tree branch snap and become fully alert and turn around quickly to look at the one who disturbed my thoughts and my eyes harden "Enid Sinclair..." i glare at her "Why have you followed me here, dont you have Addams waiting for you back at Nevermore?"

Xin (aka Vorsdany): maybe Enid would reply with some rage too, because she doesn't understand why R is being so standoffish and accusing her about Wednesday

Jac:  ENID POV: The weather was good. The day was beautiful; the weekend was getting closer and Enid was planning a perfect outing for her friends. You, and, of course, Wednesday included. The forest was still dangerous, so she preferred to go out with groups, but she didn't understand why you went first. Why you went alone, why you stopped so close to a cliff. She approached you, cautious steps as her body warned her of the danger of a fall from that height.

"Why are you insisting on this again? She is our friend!" Her tone was impatient, as was yours.

I scoff and barks out a laugh "who wouldn’t be after their girlfriend basically just fucking abandoned you" i shake my head and presses a hand on my face and pushes back the hair that had fallen on my face "you left me. You left me for Addams, Enid and never have I ever felt more betrayed than that" 

Jac: our accusations increased along with your voice, and confusion and anger took over her. "She needed help, more help than you, to fit in at school! It was never that, Y/N, I never looked at her in any way, but my friend needed help."

"You didnt left me for Wednesday? That's a laugh, i saw how you look at her, i saw how you start to stop hanging around me just to talk to her, i saw how you fucking brushed me aside when talking to her" My eyes are filled with rage as my words starts to get harsher and harsher, they trembled with rage

Jac: "Wha--Are you serious?" Enid shakes her head. "That's not it! Y/N, why can't you listen to me and understand for once?" She sighs. "NO! You're getting it all wrong!" /More crying and angst, i suppose/ "Please, you have to understand..."

my glare is harsh but my tone is soft "Enid enid enid... I always understood but... After you stood me up on our dates, Dates that we have been planning for weeks..After all the texts I sent you saying i need you but you just left on read.... That's where I finally understood, so I gave up. I stopped talking and texting you for days now, and you didn't even bat an eye... But that's fine" i close my eyes and opens them again to stare at her with tired eyes "im done" notices her coming closer and pulls out the gun and takes it off safety mode and aims at her "Don't you take another step Sinclair"

Jac: People here in Brazil have a saying "You don't argue with old or crazy people" (My father says that about my mum lol) So I think Enid could follow that thinking and agree with the reader Something like "O-okay! I messed up, Y/N! I messed it all up!" And take the guilt and apologize until Reader calms down and put the gun down She doesn't have to be honest, but she's saying anything to stop reader I can't do begging without feeling really bad BUT something like "Please, I'll make it up to you, please, just put it down"

i chuckle darkly as if to interrupt her "so now you say that... Pathetic" keeps the gun aimed at her "too late for that isnt it?" lets out a sigh " i can't help but be... Disappointed"

keeps pointing the gun at her "disappointed as i am... As the Whole World has been beating me down, ur the only good thing in this mudball of a planet.. Even when you have hurt me so.." my eyes glistened as tears sprung up "I still love you so.." tears started running down my face "and I promised to protect you... Even from me" squeezes the gun but does not pull the trigger

#2 (HURT AND COMFORT) HEADCANNONS

I blink away the tears and as my voice trembles "a-and.. I don't think I can help myself anymore... So in r-respect for all we used to have... Turn around and never look back, Enid and live your life to the best of your abilities.." as i let out a stuttering sigh and lowers my face as my hair shadows my eyesJac:"I won't!" Enid finally speaks back, screams back at you. Her voice was shaking, tears were falling down her face, not out of fear, but out of sorrow. Of pain and despair, of finally knowing how you felt after all the times she let you down. She decided to help Wednesday, her stoic and loner roomate, while you, your lover(IDK GOOD NAMES FOR THIS), suffered in silence, completely alone. "No, Y/N! You're wrong! I'm not going to leave you, the world is not like this, you're not like this(helpless)!" She jumps over you and holds your wrist, immobilizing the hand that's holding the gun. "Let me show you. Let me show the colors of it, of the world, all the good things in it. Stay with me, Y/N." Her voice cracks as she see the pain in your eyes. "Please, forgive me, Y/N. Give one more chance."

and now we head over to the Ending Headcannons! the part where i got really stumped

you look at her eyes and sees the emotion and sincerity in them but they did not make you feel relief and safe, in fact it enrages you

you growl, you pull your arms out of her grasp and kicks Enid back a few feet as angry tears drags down to your face

“You think after all this time that you can just waltz back in and make everything better? Fuck you Sinclair! this aint a fucking fantasy! WAKE UP!”

okay let's just put in that reader was wearing a jacket for the entirety of their stay in nevermore and has not shown anyone their sh scars

“you have shown that you do not give an ounce of care about me these couple of months! I had put my trust in you and you threw it away! You promised me that you will always be by my side and you left me.. ”

You drop the gun to the ground and zip down your jacket, shrugging it off and leaving you in your tank top and opening your arms wide.

Enid is shocked as she sees a plethora of scars littered all over your body. collarbone, arms, under the tank top, you name, nothing is left unscarred  

"I have suffered all my life. So please… just let me rest"

You drop your arms as your body expression turns from defensive to tired, your arms slumped, your eyes tired as if you have the weight of the world on your shoulders

You were expecting Enid to respect your wishes but She surges forward and holds you in her arms tightly, catching you off guard.

Enid keeps on apologizing and promises to be better for you.

You struggle, trying to get out of her grip.

Enid tightens her hold and tells you that she loves you

You stop struggling and looks at her face as no one had ever said they loved you before and this was the first time hearing it meant for you

"Y-you love… me?"

you stare at her eyes as she holds your face

Enid proceeds to tell you again that she loves you and only you, she didnt realize that she was neglecting you and she swears that she didnt mean to do it to you.

Enid:"you.. You are my light in the dark, my star in the sky, my Polaris. You mean so so much to me, it hurts me that I have been hurting you when you have always been there for me.. I was so dumb when i did that to you and I swear I will do my very best to fix this, to fix us. You deserve the world nothing less! I love you now and forever. So please.. give me one more chance"

She would stare at you with teary eyes, wiping your tears away

“I…” You open your mouth to speak but..

Enid closes her eyes and kisses you as she snakes her arms around your neck, holding you close

you jolt a bit in shock and try to pull away but she doesn’t let you

new tears would run down your face as you melt into the kiss and into her arms, wrapping your arms around her waist tightly

you missed this, you missed her lips, you missed her touch, you missed her love, you missed her scent, you missed her.

You were supposed to let her go, to not be corrupted by your species - by you. to keep her away from the horrors of the world you could bring onto her

You then deepen the kiss and hold her closer to you.

maybe this once… you could be selfish to just have her be yours.

you let go of the instincts that you oh so locked away ever since you learned the importance of will and boundaries. you let go of the instincts of your race and what you desperately hid from the eyes of others. 

You now finally embraced what you truly are, A dragon.

Scales start to appear under your eyes and on your arms as your hands shift into claws.

horns slowly protrude out of your forehead as your wings burst out of your back and wrapped around her.

Enid did not notice the changes as she focuses on portraying her love through the kiss.

you pull your head back, breaking the kiss. You open your eyes and they turn into draconic yellow with  slit pupils.

“Would you still love me? even when I am a monster?” you ask, you stare at her face as she opens her eyes

You tense as Enid lets out a quiet gasp as she stares at your new appendages and changes to yourself.

 She sees you tense and all she wants is to see you smile again.

Enid:”I dunno about a monster. All I see is someone 'monstrously' hot."

You just stared at her, surprised. did… did she just-?

Enid:”Of course I still love you. Nothing could 'tip the scales' on that”

of course she is making puns. your mouth just twitches, she notices and keeps on going

Enid:” if this isn't love, You're definitely 'dragon' some more feelings outta me" at this point she is grinning like a cheshire cat.

a smile breaks out of you and you giggle a bit.

Enid: “I guess I'll just have to deal with you being a little more 'horny' than me”

you laugh at that “Enid!” Enid just sweetly smiles at you

Enid: “there’s that beautiful smile and melodious laugh that i love so much”

you blush a lil bit and bury your face on her shoulder with a bashful smile

“Ancients, you don't know what kind of things you do to me Enid”

you pull back a bit to gaze at her with an intensity that most would flinch at 

“How much do you know about dragons?”

She looks up a bit, pops her bottom lip out and thinks if she has any information about dragons

Enid: “I know dragons are territorial and like to hoard stuff that interests them like what I heard from my childhood stories, i used to believe that they are just fairy tales but you are here, in front of me as living proof that they exist ”

you nod

“Did you know that those who made those fairy tales have gotten in contact with dragons? so some of the facts showed in those are actually true”

Tag List: @maryannecrimsworth @casbrawel @vorsdany @cursedchar @wol-fica @dragonfirerogue @jinxscatbomb (i kinda forgot the other people who wants to be tagged and too lazy to look up the post i made for it, sorry)

thats where i stopped, looking back on this i realized that maybe i should have kept the angsty vibes but then again my mind was going through multiple scenarios of the ending and it just burnt me out and i couldnt even type out whats on my mind. maybe i will revise this and complete this with a whole one page story or abandon this. tho if any of you guys planning to write this, i just ask one thing.. to get pinged in the story thats it no special mentions or anything, i just want to read what you guys can come up with this lil mess of mine.

[sweetestgrethan]

Infidelity’s a bitch

A grethan au I haven’t been able to stop thinking about 🤭 (they’re aged up and married in this)

———

Grayson Dolan learned early on in life that wearing your heart on your sleeve offered more hurt than good feelings.

He also learned a few things about love: If you’re ever lucky enough to find it at all, you should cherish it with every ounce of your being. When you found the right one, the love was endless. Lastly, he learned that no matter the circumstance, that love would always prevail through the darkest of times.

Being so open, so vulnerable while in his pursuit of the one, left him stuck in the middle of a situation he never thought he would have to deal with.

The one thing he hadn’t anticipated needing knowledge about, was falling in love with his twin brother.

It should feel weirder, but it doesn’t, because it makes sense. It feels right. It feels like it’s been long overdue.

He likes to immerse himself in his feelings. He loves relishing in the strength of them, in his complete submission to Ethan, in the certainty that they were made for each other, two halves of one soul.

Except, it’s hard sometimes, because he’s married. Ethan’s married. They are happily married. At least, that’s what Grayson tries to convince himself of as his drive hits the 45 minute mark, all to see his twin, at 2 am, nonetheless.

Grayson tries not to think about his wife, how he’d vowed to love her endlessly and do her no wrong. He tries not to think of all the promises he’d made her, now all empty and vacant when he repeated them over. Grayson wills away the guilt and burning desire mingling together in his tummy, making him dizzy and nauseous all at once.

As he’s getting closer to his destination, he distracts himself with thoughts of their teen years. Sometimes, he feels a sense of regret for not realizing sooner that what he had with Ethan was one of a kind. He could never stop himself from thinking about all the time they’d wasted as teens, dancing around their feelings and bouncing from girl to girl. Grayson couldn’t deny the special moments they’d had, though. He remembers the first few kisses they’d shared, how unsure they were, the clumsy exploration of each other that ensued. Grayson can’t help but think that if he’d just been more upfront with his feelings, neither of them would’ve had wives to worry about, or babies, or mounting responsibilities.

Grayson pulls up to a look out, him and Ethan’s favorite one, gets a text from Ethan as he gets out to look at the Calabasas skyline. It reads, ‘Pulling up now. Can’t wait to see your beautiful face.’ Looking out at the city below makes him feel so small. So insignificant, like his problems truly weren’t as bad as he was making them out to be.

Grayson doesn’t think about Ethan’s wife, who’s probably tossing and turning in bed and trying her best to sleep with the bulging tummy she now sported, something Ethan blessed her with 8 months prior.

Grayson refuses to think about the night Ethan told him, the way his chest clenched and his mind battled itself with both feelings of joy for his brother, and seething jealousy that he couldn’t give that to Ethan. Grayson lets himself, at least, remember what happened afterwards, practically feels the warmth of Ethan’s mouth roaming his body, promises of devotion whispered against his skin and making it burn with every word.

Grayson doesn’t get to think about it much, especially since Ethan is suddenly coming up behind him and wrapping him in his arms, clouding his thoughts with other things. More important things. More Ethan.

Ethan sounds excited to see him, tells him he’s had the worst week, tells him how he could barely stop thinking about him even for a second, about how he missed the way it felt to kiss him, how right it felt to press his lips to his.

There’s a part of Grayson that feels giddy about it. That part makes him turn around in Ethan’s arms and kiss him deeply, wordlessly showing him how much he’s missed him too.

That part of Grayson ignores the guilt, and the image of Ethan’s wife’s hardened, disappointed gaze conjured up by the other half of him, screaming at him that he was breaking a family apart. He ignores the thought of the child in her tummy that has no idea how terrible his father and uncle are, how willing they were to risk everything for a love that they knew wouldn’t amount to anything past stolen kisses in passing and sweaty, frantic instances of closeness.

Ethan pulls away and smiles, he smiles so true and soft, and Grayson can feel himself throwing all caution to the wind as he stares at it.

Fuck. How unfair it was to have been born beside your soulmate, how absolutely unfair to have to call them your brother, how fucking unfair to have the burden of adulthood and life weighing heavy on their shoulders, how unfair that Grayson couldn’t let the world know how much he loved Ethan.

Ethan helps him forget for a while. Ethan opens the door to his Jeep for him and barely lets him get a word in before he’s pushing him back against the leather seats and climbing on top of him. Ethan isn’t shy about what he wants. Ethan speaks his mind. Ethan seems like he knows what the fuck he’s doing and what this all fucking means for them in the long run. Grayson’s wishing twin telepathy was a thing right about now.

As much as Grayson insists his thoughts are clouded with debauchery, guilt, self-loathing, Ethan was the light that split the fog in two, that made everything so clear, so obvious, so painfully clear.

Ethan puts his whole heart into riding Grayson into the backseat and fills his ears with gorgeous sounds and desperate pleas for more. Grayson can only watch in awe, grunt softly and hold Ethan’s waist with a vice grip, like Ethan would disappear if he didn’t. Grayson wonders how he’d gotten so lucky. Grayson can’t believe he’s allowed the privilege of getting to see Ethan like this, despite themselves.

Grayson tries to convey the turmoil he’s feeling with his thrusts, fucks all his love up into Ethan, who in turn wraps his arms around his neck and kisses him so deeply that Grayson feels all the air rush out of his lungs.

Grayson flips Ethan onto his back so he can really lay into him, like he’d wanted to all week. He takes note of the thin layer of sweat covering both of their bodies, accompanied by the fog that had built up on the windows of the car.

Their eyes meet, and neither can find it in themselves to look away. Ethan brings his hand up to Grayson’s face, stroking his cheekbone tenderly as he’s being made love to, trying to give some of that love back. He can’t help but moan again, louder, longer, letting his head tip back against the seat and moving his hand to grip the hair at the nape of Grayson’s neck. “Gray,” He whimpers, hopes his brother knows just how whipped he is for him. Hopes he doesn’t have to use his words to show Grayson that he was his, that he always was, and always will be.

This, is heaven.

Afterwards, they sit on the hood of Ethan’s car, leaned back against the windshield and watching the sun, slowly, gracefully, rise and bathe their surroundings with golden light. Ethan’s hand is intertwined with Grayson’s, his thumb gingerly rubbing over the back of his brother’s hand.

Grayson loves the moments like this, where his life, his job, his wife, don’t permeate his thoughts. It was all Ethan.

Ethan made every cell in his body come alive with need, desire, a deep yearning that Grayson wasn’t sure he’d ever satisfy.

Lately, Grayson has been wanting these stolen moments to last longer, to do more mundane, domestic activities with him that he could casually think about and not have to deal with an uncomfortable hard on as a result. He wants to tell Ethan so badly, but he holds back.

He remembers the girl he has at home that he gets to have those moments with. And, for the first time, Grayson feels a strange new uncertainty about her he’s never felt before.

Huh. Grayson wonders how bad it would if he told Ethan he loved him. He wondered if it even needed to be said. He wondered how he’d let himself spiral so far out of control that suddenly, he couldn’t even picture himself saying it to his own wife anymore.

Grayson feels Ethan move so his arm wraps around his shoulders, pulling Grayson closer and forcing him to lay against his chest.

“You’re thinking.” Ethan said, against Grayson’s hair, having spent enough time with him to pick up on the subtle mood changes.

“About you.” Grayson admits easily. “‘M always thinking about you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And it feels right. So, so right. Grayson draws a blank when he begins his usual routine of making excuses for their affair. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Love doesn’t have to, he realizes.

———

Part 2 / Part 3

My first time doing this sort of thing, so hopefully it didn’t come out too bad. I love grethan a whole lot, so I hope you enjoyed this! Don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask and let me know what you thought of it. Criticisms are always welcome. Requests are welcome too! Thank you 💕👯‍♂️

[with-love-from-hell]

I love Vermillion Skies, but I have a request I hope you're okay with doing (tw: sexual assault)

Can I get headcannons or drabbles for how the brothers would react to an Mc who was sexually assaulted or raped by one of the lower demons? Like they come home way later than planned looking really disheveled and don't answer them when they ask whats wrong bc they feel ashamed..and then the brothers see they have bruises and bite marks all over and are missing their underwear and stuff and start to connect the dots..how the brothers would go about comforting them and responding to the situation?

I know this is a big ask so I am willing to be extra patient. Especially since you're already doing Vermillion skies. But I would love a quicker burn and multiple different styles of comfort. Thank youuu - Bee

Oh hello once again Bee! Yes you can get this request! Thank you for being patient!

Brothers caring for an Mc who is sexually assaulted by a lower Demon.

Note: >> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you have experienced any form of sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, please utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website. <<

Genre: hurt/heavy comfort, Headcannons

Characters featured: the demon brothers

Written for a GN!Mc

TW: sexual assault / rape

Cw: swearing, violence, some gore depictions, mentions of being bathed/nudity, depictions associated with sexual violence, spoilers for lessons 16+

Read part two with the datables here

Scenario: Mc has come home late... So late in fact, that the brother in question was about to go searching for them. He knew they were well aware of the dangers of being alone in Devildom, and although they said they were just staying back at RAD to finish up an assignment and that they'd be fine on their own (since they now had the pacts and all), he figured they'd be okay. Well...he was wrong.

Just when they were about to leave the classroom, they were cornered by a lower Demon. Mc tried to move past the demon, but obviously they were faster and stronger. When they tried to call on the brothers, they were immediately silenced and put through so much pain and torment that they could not focus at all.

The torture lasted for what seemed like hours. The bastard even took their underwear as a disgusting "momento" of the occasion, causing them to walk home without. They covered in bruises, cuts, and the demons emissions, and their clothes were disheveled and torn. They only managed to make it home because of the adrenalin caused by the fear of another demon finding them and deciding to be less merciful in their abuse.

Belphie

Idk how you managed to do it but you were able to make it all the way through the house to the attic without any of the other brothers finding you first.

You don't know how you knew he was be there...but you did.

Hes obviously asleep, but was in his demon form.

I mean...Why wouldn't he be? If he was about to go on a full-fledge search for you, he needed more strength so a quick cat nap should do it- and he could just get up and go once he got up since he's already in his more powerful form.

You walk up to him and fall to your knees. You were barely able to speak, but you got his name out.

"B-belphie?"

Oof- the minute your words tickle his ears he is UP. Like WIDE AWAKE.

You'd never seen him look more awake. Seriously. Its like he was shocked with a car battery.

He would immediately grip your shoulders and start yelling at you though. Not because he was mad...because he was scared.

"Mc! What the fuck is wrong with you!? Do you have a death wish?? Where the hell were you!?"

Eventually he would stop when he sees you start to cry. And then his eyes would trail across your body, seeing your clothes torn and stained, the cuts, the bruises...

Oh...the bruises.

Theres a large one on your neck, and the color drains from his face. Instantly reminded of what he did to you.

He would hesitate to touch you anymore, until you start to full on sob, falling into his chest.

He would immediately embrace you and apologize for yelling, not being able to be there to help you, and for hurting you in the past.

Would def get Beel to help take care of you while he goes and finds Lucifer because he's not really good at handling other's emotions...especially when he's trying to manage his own.

And boy is he pissed. He was worried about expressing that anger and making you feel like he was mad at you.

Once he tells Lucifer, they both go on a man hunt for that mother fucker.

And they WILL find them.

Belphie will see that disgusting prick getting off to your underwear and immediately go apeshit.

He will bash their head into the wall until its nothing but mush before Lucifer finally is able to stop him.

Lucifer takes care of the mess while Belphie goes back home to be with you and Beel.

Lots of back rubs and snuggles throughout the night if you want that, but would lay off if you didn't.

He wants to make sure you're comfortable.

After this he will never leave your side and growls at anyone who dares to even look at you.

He will be a lot more convincing to have you stay home from RAD with him and sleep.

Would def defend you from Lucifer if he got pissy about how much school you were missing, but Belphie would lay off when Lucifer suggests getting professional help.

He would beg to go with you to every appointment though. Even going so far as to lay on your lap and sleep while you talk to your therapist on their cozy couch.

"This is my emotional support demon."

Overall would say gives about 8/10 level of support!

Beelzebub

He was pacing around the kitchen stress eating.

Mans is very worried about you but Belphie told him to wait 10 more minutes before going on a rampage throughout Devildom trying to find you.

He was only on minute two and he was definitely not doing great at waiting

He was in the middle of taking a huge bite of cake as he heard the front door open quietly

Mans is in a dead sprint to the door because he knows (or rather, he hopes) its you.

He immediately stops when he sees your current state- tattered, covered in fluids, and eyes wide and full of fear.

He would then approach you very very slowly, arms up as if to show he meant you no harm

Not sure why he chose this approach. You knew he wouldn't hurt you. Maybe he thought it'd be comforting?

Once he's only a step away from you, he would put his arms down, and then outstretch them as an offer for a hug.

Fr, just what you needed for comfort. You would just collapse into his soft, strong arms.

I dont think anyone would ever feel more secure than being wrapped in a big ole bear hug by Beelie.

He would carry you to your room and run you a bath per your request, but he would get very anxious if you needed any sort of help removing your clothes.

Not that he wouldn't do it for you though...he just doesn't really know if he can handle seeing what other marks lie beneath your clothing.

He would ask what happened, but be very sensitive to the fact that you may not want to talk about it, or may not be able to really talk at all.

He can put the pieces together once he realizes you're missing you're underwear and he smells another demons scent on you.

He would stay by you all night- holding your hand, cuddling you, getting you anything you need, talking to you about random stuff to keep your mind off the memories, etc.

He wouldn't be able to sleep though. He'd probably lye awake all night watching you like a hawk while you slept.

He would text Diavolo, and Lucifer about it and ask what can be done to help you, but would only do so with your permission and he'd be very careful on what information he tells them.

He wouldn't really have interest in hunting down the demon who did this. I dont think he would really be able to stomach facing someone who violated you like this.

He leaves that task to Lucifer.

Would ask to go with to appointments for therapy/whatever else you needed (psychiatrist, drs appointments, seeing a victim advocate, etc) but would respect your privacy if you told him no.

Would offer to walk you home every day he could, and if he can't be there to walk you home because of Fangol practice, he would offer you to sit on the bench while he practices. If you say no to any of those options tho, he'll get Belphie or Lucifer to watch over you until he can.

He would also offer to move you into him and Belphies room if thats what you wanted.

Overall very soft, gentle, and unassuming of your needs. He wants to be sure he's doing what you want and giving you control over the trajectory of your healing.

Overall 11/10; really really good at giving you support

Asmodeus

He completely ran headfirst into you as you staggered up to the house just as he was bolting out the door to find you.

After he collected his bearings he would pull you into the tightest hug imaginable

After you begin trying to push him off though, he gets worried. You never refused his lovely hugs before?

Then he would smell the other demon...and the pieces would eventually fit when he'd notice your state of dress.

He would be absolutely LIVID.

He would also beg you to tell him what happened and who had done this to you. When he realizes he may be overwhelming you he will back off, but God damn he just wants to know so he can ruin their life.

He would also run you a bath and def be respectful of if you dont want him around while you clean yourself, but if you do want his help he will be EXTREMELY attentive and gentle.

He would give you lots of verbal validation- telling you that you're still beautiful to him, that you're not damaged/broken, and that it wasn't your fault.

Overall very talkative while he cares to you because he's so anxious...not that its a bad thing tho. And he knows you prolly won't be able to process a lot of it.

Insists that you sleep in his room so he can protect you, but will give you the bed to yourself if you'd like.

If you want him to sleep with you though, he will give you lots of cuddles, back rubs, and head scritches

He really just wants you to know he cares and that you're safe in his arms.

Once you fall asleep, he will stalk social media all night trying to find the shit head who assaulted you

Probably would manage to find him through a gross devildom post of him with your underwear bragging about what he did.

He would then find out every single thing about the demon- where they lived, what their weaknesses are, what their class schedule is...

What can I say, the man is the expert at finding information through social media.

He would wait a few days before approaching them tho. Probably doing something to lure them into an empty classroom at RAD or to a dark alleyway.

He would then completely castrate them. He wouldn't kill them tho- probably just make them live the rest of their life in suffering.

Which is surprising enough- asmo is usually so soft and his fury often comes out as verbal passive-aggressiveness.

But for you, he'd def make someone suffer a fate worse than death.

Like Belphie, he'd pretty much demand to at least accompany you to your appointments, if not hold your hand through them.

"This is my emotional support demon" pt 2.

Overall, he's about a 7/10 in terms of support. He often makes a lot of assumptions on what you want, but will back off if you let him know he's being overwhelming.

Satan

Satan was already out looking for you by the time you made it home

You managed to sneak your way up to his room without any of the others finding you amazingly enough, but you were really sad when you saw he wasn't there.

You curled up in his bed by the window and waited for him to come back. You weren't able to text him because you had broken your phone during the attack

You were too weak to summon him, but you tried. Feeling your pact mark warm up and flicker gently before fading back into your skin tone.

Little did you know, he felt it.

He tried to hone in on your location in the few seconds it flickered and realized you were home.

Mans had never run so fast in his LIFE i swear.

He searches the whole house, asking his brothers where you were, all of them saying they hadn't seen you confused him

He finally decided he imagined it and returned to his room to rework his strategy.

He is at first relieved when he sees you there, seemingly asleep.

But then he notices...everything else about you.

Oof he would cry. Absolutely.

Immediately pull you into his arms and try to wake you, thinking you may be dead, but is relieved when he sees you wake up.

He would demand to know what happened and who did it, but he would be gentle about it.

Will play with your hair while you talk about what happened to relax you, as well as forehead kisses.

Once he finds out information about the demon who did it, he tells you he needs to find them.

You ask him not to go, and he would hesitate...but he's gotta make sure you're safe for the future.

He would help you in the shower to clean yourself (obv letting you sit if you want to) and ask you to stay put until he gets back

He is quick to find the demon and quick to wipe them from existence. Probably is only gone about 20 minutes.

Immediately returns to you and will join you in the shower if you want.

Will stay with you the rest of the night reading to you and raking his hands through your hair

Once the other brothers learn about it he will be resistant to you getting connected to support in the human world

Not because he doesn't want you to get help, but because he thinks he's all the help you need bc of how much he's read about human psychology

(Hes well meaning but obv you would let him down gently. Cant be having your demon boyfriend as your therapist)

Anyone who comes near you will be snapped at, and anyone who looks at you will get an angry growl or hiss.

He would be very overprotective from here on out.

His approach is about a 6 out of 10, just because his wrath would take over too much for him to stay with you after the incident and ensure you're getting what you need (or even finding someone else to cover that while he's gone in favor of doing it all himself)- that and he becomes a bit too overbearing after the fact.

Leviathan

He was pacing around his room trying to calm himself down bc he is PANICKING

He does not know where you are, he thinks you may be hurt or worse, and he's too anxious to even think straight so all he can do is ruminate.

Then he hears a gentle knock on his door and he is a bit surprised. His brothers never knock that gently.

He would open it to find you, looking disheveled and beaten and he would immediately drain of color.

Drops to his knees immediately and shakily grabs your hands in his just to make sure he isn't hallucinating you rn. Is very distressed when its confirmed you are in front of him in this state.

He would be way to frazzled to be embarrassed about touching you, so he would be very affectionate. Hugs, kisses on the top of your head, back rubs, and handholding

He wouldn't ask about what happened- partially because when he fell to his knees he noticed the lack of underwear line around your hips and the scent of the demon on you, so he could put it together.

But also because he really doesn't want to hear it. He probably would not be able to handle the details.

He would let you do what you need to do and help you however he could- cleaning you off, getting you new clothes, making sure you drink water, helping you to get to sleep, etc.

He would cuddle with you and have you watch him play video games to distract you from your thoughts- or even have you play with him if you wanted.

The next day he would bring you to Lucifer's office and let him know what happened so he could get you the professional help you need.

Would wait by the front door for you (like a dog with separation anxiety) to come home from your appointments.

When you're home, he's around you ALL THE TIME.

He also ensures he or one of his brothers is with you now any time you leave.

He would slowly come down from the panic and become more flustered around you again, but he would be a lot more affectionate and sensitive to your needs from here forward.

9/10 support. He would be very anxious and would not be a good listener should you want to talk about what happened due to his anxiety, but he was able to physically show up for you in all the ways you needed and was not too overbearing!

Mammon

Like Satan, he was already out looking for you.

He is also in FULL panic mode like Levi.

He is just about to come home to check in with the others when he sees you approaching the house.

He would bolt up from behind you and hug you, not really processing your current state, but would let go immediately when you scream and cry.

He would then put the pieces together and immediately freeze up. Like, not able to move or speak.

Once he snaps himself out of the initial catatonia he drags you to his room and just...hugs you.

Will probably cry while hugging you, but he just wants to be reassured you're alive...and he is afraid that you'll perish if he let's go

You will probably have to push him off in order to get him to let go so you can sit down.

He would help you into the shower and sit with his back to the shower until you get done, occasionally asking if you're there or not, feeling relief when you give him a soft "yeah."

He would stay by you the rest of the night, cuddling you, letting you talk it out if you wanted- though he would absolutely cry

Would apologize for not being able to be there (even though its not his fault) and would also apologize for every bad thing he's ever done to you (even the teeny things that don't matter)

He would text Lucifer because he has no idea what to do about this. He wants to kill the demon but he wouldn't ever dream of leaving your side.

Lucifer ultimately handles that and gets you connected to resources.

Mammon is another one who would beg you to take him with to the appointments, but he'd be okay with sitting outside in the lobby while you met with the Dr, therapist, psychiatrist, etc.

(Though would really really like it if you wanted him to sit in on the sessions with you)

"This is my emotional support demon" pt. 3

After this he will be by your side 24/7. Would probably move into your room or have you move into his, or alternate between the two. Regardless, he's always there.

Will also start holding your hand in public to indicate to others to back off.

Would try to convince Lucifer to rearrange your class schedule so he's always there with you, but if he won't he just skips his own classes and follows you to yours until Lucifer allows you both to do online classes like Levi.

Overall support is an 7/10. A bit clingy and he doesn't really know what he's doing, but the support he gives is still good and not suffocating.

Lucifer

He would have just directed all his brothers on where to look for you before going out himself.

He had a really bad feeling about you not being home or answering your phone.

He opens the door to leave and sees you standing there, hand hovering as if you were just about to open the door.

Immediately takes in your current state and is alarmed.

He will get down on one knee and analyze you for injuries and try to talk to you to see if you're alright.

Would carry you to his room and run you a bath.

Would help you clean yourself if you wanted him to, but he wouldn't force you to have him in there.

Would tell you when he was leaving your side, where exactly he was going, what he would be doing, an approximation of how long it will take him to return.

(Exs: "Mc, I will be back in two minutes. I'm going to go get you some fresh clothes from your bedroom and your favorite blanket." "I'm going to run to the kitchen and make you some tea. It shouldn't take any longer than 5 minutes.")

He would tuck you into bed and run his hands through your hair while asking you what happened.

He would try to get as much information out of you as possible, maybe being a bit too firm but he would supplement it with comfort.

Gives lots of validation (E.g. lots of "im not mad at you." "It wasn't your fault." "You mean the world to me" etc.)

He would ask if you'd be okay with one of his brothers staying with you while he goes and takes care of the scum who assaulted you.

If you say yes, he'd get whoever you'd feel most comfortable with. If you said no, he wouldn't leave right this second- maybe going to take care of it after you'd fallen asleep and having Beel or Mammon watch over you while he's gone.

Once he does get his hands on that pos oh boy they are IN FOR IT.

Would be merciless in his beating (e.g. ripping off limbs, castration them, strangling them with their own tail, etc) and would leave their body on display as a warning for anyone who dares think they can hurt you.

Once he returns to your side he will cuddle you if you want, hold your hand, play with your hair...really whatever you're okay with.

He would stay awake all night watching over you and comforting you if you wake up from a bad dream.

He would get everything set up for getting you help, but with your input. He isn't going to have you see just any random dr or therapist.

Will take you to all your appointments and wait in the lobby for you. Would probably sit in with you if you asked him.

"This is my emotional support demon" pt. 4

After this would ensure you always had an escort. Preferably him, but any of his brothers, Solomon, the angels, or barbatos would do.

He works with Diavolo to put safety measures in place to prevent future incidents where your safety could be jeopardized if for some reason one of his brothers couldn't be with you.

Overall, 10/10 support. He's protective, but not overbearing, and asks for what you want rather than assuming. He ensures you're informed of everything he's doing for you but isn't taking on the whole load himself, and he ensures you are surrounded with support.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Dustin's Sister Headcanons | ft Steve & Eddie

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Reader: female | Dustin x sister reader (Platonic) | ft steve and Eddie arguing over you (romantic? Platonic? Read and find out)

Type: headcannons + drabbles

Note: I love sister/ brother readers, idk there just wholesome also this is part one so yeee

Warnings: none

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Finally going back to a true place of happiness.

Hawkins Indiana.

You had been living with your father out of state due to divorce from your mother

Which bummed you out because the state split up the kids: You, unfortunately, had to go with a remarkably absent father, while your brother got the best mom in the world. In your opinion at least

So getting on that Plane was exciting.

And getting on the bus into Hawkins? Man, that was even better.

It was like a sigh of relief: things would finally be okay.

So you rushed off that bus, you had to wait in the back of the line?

Hell Nah you went through the window you were so excited.

There's your mom waiting for you all happily

It's nice to see you didn't change too much. after all, she did just watch you fall out the back of the bus window

You were so happy to see her again

You were also so excited to see how you're little brothers doing, you guys always sent letters back and forth

But unfortunately, Dustin was at school.

and that's when you're given the idea to go pick up Dustin actually

That was in a few hours, but for now: you're mother's taking you him, setting you up in your new room.

And you two catch up, she made your favorite sweets and everything the day before, so everything fresh

You'd never think Hawkins had become so busy in your presence, with everything happening after all.

But when Dustin's almost out of school she recommends you take the car drive around a bit and pick up your brother

You took the offer and thanked her before leaving

Hawkins was small, as small as your young mind remembered it.

You made it to the high school without a problem, getting out of the car as you stood by the bike racks

School let out and you waited patiently.

People seemed to notice you, stare even,

"What's up?" Robin asked sitting next to Steve in the car.

Steve was quiet, "Uh? Hello?" Robin asked.

"Yeah! yeah, hey..." Steve spoke looking at the young woman who waited at the bike rack, "Who is that?"

It was you, waiting for Dustin.

But with no Dustin in sight well you vanished into the school.

"I'm looking for Dustin Henderson," Y/n asked the lady at the front desk.

She looked up at Y/n annoyingly, and pressed a button, "Henderson, Dustin Henderson to the office please."

You waited patiently in a chair.

He walked in annoyed, but then saw you.

"NO WAY!"

"UH YES WAY!"

you're both squealing like little girls seeing each other and he's picked up in your arms immediately.

"Come on! You have to follow me!"

"You need to sign in."

Whatever, signing in, but you did it anyway and took a pass

He dragged you away so quickly to his club.

"Welcome! To Hellfire!"

"HENDERSON!"

Y/n watched as someone older than her brother jumped up on a table.

"HOW DARE YOU!" He started, walking toward, "Bring, an outsider to our realm."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, "She's my sister. She's a nerd like us."

That turned heads, quickly.

Eddie jumped down scanning her over, getting in her face, "Let me guess Girls just wanna have fun un, oh girls just wanna have fun."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, "Uh if you're gauging me by my music taste try Journey please."

He hummed and nodded walking around her, "and what does thy pretty princess want with the nerdy freaks."

"I wanted to pick up my brother, now I'm interested in what the freak is doin'," Y/n played back stepping closer, Eddie stopping in his place as they glared at each other.

"D&D?"

"On occasion."

"How often is Occasion?"

"I introduced Dustin to it after all."

Eddie looked at Dustin, "Oh I like her."

"Dude ew." Dustin protested.

"Dustin said ew, let's go make out then."

"After club?"

"After club."

"Uh could you not make out with my sister?" Dustin argued.

It was easy to say that you and Eddie had become friends fairly quickly with your shit disturbingness.

It was of course all fun and games and you enjoyed watching over the campaign they were finishing.

After the long session, you took Dustin and his friends home, bikes in the back.

You happily talked all the way back with your brother, he was glad that you were home after all

Maybe he shouldn't of told you everything

No like he told you, EVERYTHING

Eleven, the upside down, it all

You believe your brother you always had

But uh

This was pushing it, but You really were trying to believe him.

"And you believe me?"

"I. Well im trying too."

"You don't believe me!" Dustin protested.

"I really am tryin! Belive me! A whole nother relam? That sounds badass. Just. Doesnt...it's a good theroy!"

"Good Theroy!?" Dustin argued, "This happened!"

You're tryin so hard to believe him and told him that you'll just have to sit in it for a mintue

He said fine.

Akward.

Luckiky he ask you about New York.

You told him it just wasnt for you

But you'd think he'd like all the tech and stuff

Luckily the arguements forgotten about and you two maintain a good brother sister relationship

That's until he calls you on a walkie talkie he gave you while you're cleaning your room

"Dustin?"

"Listen. I need you to get your stuff and come outside."

"What?" Y/n asked, "Why?"

"Just. DO IT."

"Jesus okay."

It was quick you grabbed your bag and walked through the house saying you were gonna go meet up with Dustin and his friends.

"You told your sister!?" Steve protested.

"What!? Oh come on she's a total bad ass! She could easily help us defeat Vecna!"

"She's a total badass?! Or is she a total-"

"She there she is!"

Steve rolled his eyes watching the girl walk there way.

"See. She even walks like a total badass. Easily Vecna's worst enemy." Dustin protested.

"Holy Shit thats her..." Robin spoke.

"What do you mean that's her?" Max asked.

"Shes rhe chick that dropped Steve's jaw- She did it again! See! Look at him!"

"Dude!" Dustin spoke, "Ew!"

You were happy to meet all Dustins other friends, and were really starting to root in that this "Upside down" might actually be routed in reality.

"I'm Y/n. Dustin's older sister."

"I'm uh..."

Y/n raised a brow, "Oh. You're Steve right? Yeah Dustin sent me a picture of you all together. Labeled and all."

"Again! Ew!" Dustin protested slapping Steve in the back of the head.

"Hey!" Steve argued.

"Just drive!" Max argued.

Okay then. Werid.

So Dustin filled you in on more stuff; new stuff the stuff about Eddie being framed and Vecna

You're actually dropping supplies off to Eddie as he explains everything

He's grateful seeing everyone returning with food as Dustin fills him in.

You actually gladly take the yahoo he's drinking out his hand to take a chug

You're volunteered to stay with Eddie against the arguing.

But you're leasr expirenced so here you are looking around a junkies work place

"So you got ropped in too?"

Y/n looked at Eddie, "Yep."

She leaned against the work table playing with a screw driver.

"You. You know." He started, "scared?"

Y/n shook her head no, "Seems you've all handled it generally fine. I think you can handle it again."

"Optimistic." Eddie spoke.

Y/n looked up from her gaze at the screw driver, "I guess. Yeah. Been back to Hawkins for one day and here I am. With a framed murdered."

He looked down at the box or Honeycombs, "Sorry." She apologized.

"Nah." Eddie spoke, "It had to happen one day..."

Y/n raised a brow, "The town freak is the murder."

Eddie raised his brows in agreement as he fell back in the boat, "Who could of seen that plot twist comin." He spoke unethusastically.

Y/n smiled smally and walked his way, "move over munson."

He did as told, Y/n hoping in and laying besides him they looking up at the ceiling together.

"To tell you the truth." She started, "I think you're a good guy. You've looked out for my brother and Im thankful for that. But."

"Oh here we go."

"Im still upset we never made out."

That caused him to laugh.

"You know could of made out to: Girls just wanna have fun un or girls just wanna have!" She sang crappily, "Oh Eddie! Smooch smooch smooch! You're my poster boyfriend! Smooch smooch!"

His laughter grew.

"Not bad Princess Henderson. Not bad at all." He smiled.

Yeah you connected with Eddie real well

And Steve's all jittery about it

"Bro. Just admit it!" Robin argued, they taking needed supplies to Eddie.

"What!? Admit what!?"

"That you like Y/n!" Robin argued.

"What!?" Steve and Dustin shouted.

"No! No no no!" Steve argued, "No! I dont even know her! I don't like her!-"

"You too!? Are you serious?!" Dustin argued.

"What do you mean you too?" Steve defended looking at Dustin.

"You left my sister, with Eddie Munson." Dustin spoke, "They had made plans to make out within meeting in the first MINTUE!"

Steve was quiet for a mintue, "Nancy Drive faster-"

"What?!"

"DRIVE FASTER! NANCY!"

Luckily you were able to fend off the boys, saying you were watchin the house while Reefer rick your uncle was out for a while.

Not to mention you had a bat in your hand too.

[that-damn-girl]

How to Appropriately Tag Fics

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I have seen some great works here not getting the attention they deserve and it’s truly heartbreaking! Part of the reason might be that the fandom they’ve written for isn’t that popular, and sorry to say but it can’t really be helped. However, even if they’ve written for a popular fandom, the writer might not have enough followers to gain enough views - but this case can definitely be helped!

The solution, you ask?

Use the tags appropriately and TAG THE HELL OUT OF YOUR FICS!!! Seriously, it isn’t costing you any money or space, so what’s the damn problem? The more the tags, the better are the chances of people finding your fics, even if they don’t follow you. It only benefits you and the reader looking for that specific trope/au/kink used in your fic.

P.S. tag ONLY according to the main character/pairing. Never tag side characters/pairings. Tag appropriately, not unnecessarily. (It’s really annoying to find a fic of your favourite character/pairing only to discover them mentioned in a sum total of five of lines). 

P.P.S please for the love of all that’s good use [keep reading] for longer fics! How to insert [Keep Reading] (through Chrome browser on laptop & mobile) (on mobile Tumblr app) 

P.P.P.S. (idk if there’s such a thing) observe what tags other blogs writing for the same fandom as you mostly use.

(If you use Tumblr through the app only, I think you might face a restriction of 25-30 tags per post. But even then, they are quite a lot. From my understanding, the chrome browser doesn’t put any such restriction)

How and what kind of tags must be used?

The ‘tag’ part of a fic must definitely include:

main character(s)

main pairing(s)

particular theme(s) (if any) - kink, au, trope…

trigger warning(s)

 My suggestions are listed below!

P.S. for dark!fics, please add dark! in front of every tag mentioned below. And please pay special attention to the ‘trigger warning(s)’ part mentioned below!

P.P.S. I’m not sure if keeping the first letter of each tag in capital affects anything or not, but I prefer not using it.

(I’m taking bucky barnes and reader as a pairing for examples)

main  characters(s)

bucky barnes

I would suggest tagging just the main character(s) first, since the post particularly features content related to them.

main pairing(s)

bucky barnes x reader

No matter whether your fic is romantic or platonic, ALWAYS use this tag. It is such a general tag which includes ALL kinds of relationships. 

To specify further as per your fic, I would recommend using these:

bucky barnes x platonic!reader bucky barnes x single!reader bucky barnes x girlfriend!reader bucky barnes x wife!reader bucky barnes x avenger!reader bucky barnes x civilian!reader bucky barnes x poc!reader - (person of colour) bucky barnes x sister!reader bucky barnes x daughter!reader bucky barnes x black!reader bucky barnes x desi!reader...and many more!

Extra: I’m not sure how effective this is, but just to be on the safe side I also use:

bucky barnes x you bucky barnes x y/n

smut/fluff/angst

bucky barnes smut bucky barnes fluff bucky barnes angst bucky barnes x reader smut bucky barnes x reader fluff bucky barnes x reader angst

These can be used as per your fic.

particular theme(s) (if any) - kink, au, trope…

There are honestly endless possibilities here. But I’m going to use as examples some of the most popular ones that I can think of.

bucky barnes x reader breeding kink bucky barnes x reader age gap bucky barnes x reader sex pollen bucky barnes x reader one bed bucky barnes x reader enemies to lovers bucky barnes x reader friends to lovers bucky barnes x reader strangers to lovers...

bucky barnes x little!reader daddy!bucky barnes x reader daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader

bucky barnes x sub!reader dom!bucky barnes x reader dom!bucky barnes x sub!reader  (The dom/sub dynamics can be reversed too. This is just according to my preference)

king!bucky barnes x reader bucky barnes x princess!reader bucky barnes x queen!reader king!bucky barnes x princess!reader (Same for knight, servant or any other post) bucky barnes x reader royal au bucky barnes x reader medieval au

mob!bucky barnes x reader bucky barnes x reader mob au

dad!bucky barnes x reader single dad!bucky barnes x reader bucky barnes x mom!reader bucky barnes x single mom!reader

alpha!bucky barnes x reader alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader bucky barnes x reader abo au

bucky barnes x reader modern au bucky barnes x reader bakery au bucky barnes x reader coffee shop au...

And many more in this format! Again, seriously, tag the damn hell out of your fics without being shy!! It only benefits you and the reader looking for that specific trope/au/kink used in your fic.

drabble/oneshot/series…

I like to specify the kind of post my fic is.

bucky barnes x reader imagine bucky barnes x reader drabble bucky barnes x reader headcannon bucky barnes x reader oneshot bucky barnes x reader series

Extra: Also, just to be on the safe side again, I like to fanfic tags too:

bucky barnes fanfic bucky barnes fanfiction marvel fanfic marvel fanfiction

trigger warning(s)

These are so important to tag. They must obviously be written at the top of every fic, yes, but they must be tagged as well.

These warnings may not help in letting others find your fic, but for the well being of the readers and your followers, these must be used. People who have blacklisted these warnings, your fics tagged with these will not be visible to them. We need to accept that not everyone likes or is okay with everything.

(I’m not entirely sure which is the correct way, so I use tags both ways)

tw smut smut

tw angst angst

tw breeding kink breeding kink (or any other kink...)

tw knife play knife play

tw cheating cheating

tw violence violence 

tw gore gore...and other appropriate warnings.

This is important especially for dark!fics!!

tw noncon noncon (means non-consensual/rape)

tw dubcon dubcon (means dubious-consent; where consent for sexual activities is ambiguous or the character/reader is themselves confused about whether they want it or not)

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These are only my suggestions. But still please tag your fics appropriately. Hope this helps!

[duckymcdoorknob]

Drabble request, "I'll give you five seconds to run" lee deku (with kirideku or bakudeku) plsssss!

KIRIDEKU TIME BOIS

anyways, another long ass “Drabble” aka a midsize fic. lol anyways.

Also my favorite MHA tfic Headcannon is going to be in this: Bakugo betraying Deku.

Warnings: probably some cursing idk bro.

“I’ll give you five seconds to run, Midoriya.” Kirishima whispered in a gruff voice.

All of Class 1-A turned to face the two boys.

“Oh geez! I’m so sorry Kirishima! I didn’t mean to break it! I’m so sorry! Ahh! I can get you a new-“

“I’m telling you to run, and you sit here and mutter. You best run the hell away before I break you, like you broke my Crimson Riot figure!” Kirishima acted like his own words wounded him. He didn’t care about the figure, he just wanted to help the frequently anxious boy get some relief.

“K-Kirishima! I’m so so so sorry!!!” Midoriya‘s apologies poured out of his mouth like clockwork; he was so used to apologizing for anything, and everything.

“Jeez, Deku.” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck in exasperation, “Mr. Aizawa was right, you’re too selfless for your own good.”

Aizawa let out a sigh and retreated to his sleeping bag. He didn’t have time to be part of any conflicts.

“H-hey! I am not!” The greenette whined, “I just broke your property! I want to replace it, that’s all.”

“Shut up shitty nerd, he’s completely right.” Bakugo responded with a scoff.

The freckled boy crossed his arms with a hmpf.

“Ohh Midoriya,” Kirishima let out a sigh, “I told you to run.”

“W-w-wait! Kirishima! What’re you p-plotting?” Deku started to back up with his hands up on defense.

“Well if I’ve known Kirishima this long...” Kaminari interrupted, “you best prepare yourself for some fresh embarrassment.”

Deku began to internally curse at himself, “oh shit oh shit oh shit if I was more careful this whole thing could’ve been avoided. Shit shit shit!”

The green haired boy’s emerald eyes widened as he was pushed to the floor. He fell on his butt with an audible oof.

Kirishima pushed the panicking boy backwards and straddled his waist.

“Can we talk about this??” Midoriya spoke in a high octaved voice, “And is no one going to help me?!”

Deku looked around the room to see his classmates anxiously waiting, Kaminari and Bakugo both with huge menacing grins, and his only hope fast asleep in a sleeping bag.

“Now now Deku, you’re going to regret breaking my property!” Kirishima cracked his fingers and grinned with a plan in his mind.

“Oy, shitty hair.” Bakugo chimed in.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!” Kirishima barked back with a groan, “anyways. What is it?”

Bakugo stood up and grabbed where his hip bones are on his uniform, in an exaggerated fashion.

“Oh that’s very useful information, thank you kindly Bakubro.”

“Wait! What did h-“ Deku’s eyes widened as he felt two thumbs drill into his worst spot.

“KAHAHAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN YOHOHOHOHOHU TRAHAHAHAIHIHIHITOHOHOHOHOR!”

As Deku began to squeal with uncontrollable bubbly giggles, his classmates all gathered around the torturous Kirishima wrecking the freckled boy beneath him.

“I told you dude. Kiri is ruthless.” Kaminari chimed.

Deku mentally cursed himself. Not only was he being absolutely destroyed, all of his classmates now have a way to get whatever they want.

“K-KIHIHIHIRIHIHIHI- KIHIHIHIHIRIHIHIHIHISHIHIHIHIMAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHOHOHOHONT!” Deku cried in pure agony.

“Don’t what? You gotta be specific here.” Kirishima teased in response, almost as if commanded.

Kaminari felt a warm blush grow over his cheeks as the same teasing tactic used on him was repeated.

“TIHIHICKLEHEHEHE MEHEHEHEHE!” Mirthful tears were already leaking from Midoriya’s squeezed- shut eyes.

“Oh shoot, tickle you? Sure thing buddy!” Kirishima was beaming by now. This was his favorite activity: getting his friends to laugh under his hands.

Red Riot hardened one of his arms and pinned Midoriya’s arms to the floor. With the other, he beckoned Bakugo to help him.

The blonde rolled his eyes, but rose to his feet and rolled up his sleeves.

Because of his prior knowledge of the greenette’s sensitivity, Bakugo wasted no time drilling his thumbs into the boy’s hipbones, and Kirishima spidered a hand full of fingers into the boy’s underarm.

“WA-WAHIHIHIHIHIT HOHOHOHOHOW MAHAHAHAHANY HAHAHAHAHANDS DOHOHOHO YOHOHOHOHU HAHAHAHAHAVE?!” Deku squealed out in agony. His two worst spots were being destroyed.

Kirishima dodger Bakugo’s hands and blew a huge raspberry into the boy’s stomach, causing him to scream out in agony.

“KI-KIHIHIHIRISHIHIHIMAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAPPIHIHIHIT!”

“Say you’re sorry and maybe we’ll stop!” Kirishima commanded.

“WEHEHEHE?”

“You think shitty hair was wrecking your hips this whole time? Who do you think gave him the idea?” Bakugo said coolly.

“KAHAHAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAN!” Deku could only lay immobile and laugh his heart out as his friends absolutely destroyed his ticklish spots, TRAHAHAHAHAIHIHIHITOHOHOHOR!”

One more raspberry sent Deku into hysterics.

“Uh... Kirishima? You might want to stop soon.” Kaminari chimed in.

As if on cue, All-Might bursted in through the door, “I am here!” He announced.

“ALL MIHIHIHIHIGT! HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE!”

“It appears that young Midoriya is in need of assistance! Aizawa! Awaken!” All-Might commanded.

Aizawa awoke with a grumble. He saw the red faced Midoriya, who was moved to hiccups and hysterics, and two relentless attackers who weren’t planning on stopping anytime soon.

“Enough you two.” Aizawa said as he stared them down and cancelled Kirishima’s quirk.

“Aww no fair!” Kirishima whined as he climbed off of Deku.

Bakugo wasn’t planning to stop. He’s never admit it, but the freckled boy’s laugh was his favorite thing in the world.

“I said enough, Bakugo.” Aizawa demanded. But still, no stopping Bakugo. The long haired teacher groaned, “Toshi?”

With a gentle flick of his finger, Bakugo went flying off of the now gasping Deku.

“Young Midoriya, you mustn’t let them take hold of you like this!”

The panting boy flared daggers at Toshinori, “y-yeah. N-no duh, Sherlock!”

“You know what?” All-Might’s tone softened, “let the kids have their fun, Aizawa.”

To Deku’s demise, Aizawa retreated back to his sleeping bag, and the rest of his class found any way they could to destroy him.

[umikawa]

can i request a goshiki headcannon of baking with him please?

ik you said headcanon but i wrote an imagine? blurb? drabble? idk. its 548 words. but I can’t say that it’s good. I don’t like not having cuts for long things so that explains that,,,, 

if there was one thing goshiki wanted in life at this moment, was to be better than Ushijima. even if it was just one thing, swimming, eating, hell even breathing.

of course, that's what brought him to this situation right now, covered in flour, face red as you laughed hysterically as he chased you.

"(name) you'll pay for this!" he shouts, reaching out to grab you.

you jump over the counter, sliding across to the other side. "over my dead body Tsutomu!" he lets out a war cry before he seal dives over the counter, your laugh filling his ears when he falls to the ground. "Tsutomu are you okay?" you wheeze out, leaning over his still body.

he stays silent for a moment, waiting till your face leaned closer to his. he let out a scream, a shriek ripping from you before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto him. "i told you you'd pay for that!" he laughs, fingers tickling your sides as you begged for mercy.

"babe!" you wheezed out, slapping his chest. "babe the muffins!" you laughed, grabbing his hands.

he lets out a curse when he hears the timer, scrambling to the oven. "aha! (name) they came out perfect!"

you peek over his shoulder, mouth agape as you stare at the indeed, perfect muffins steaming on the trays. "oh jeez Tsutomu, you're amazing!" you squeal, holding his shoulders as you jumped up and down.

"i have to save some for the team, this is the perfect chance to one-up Ushijima."  you roll your eyes at his antics, nodding your head regardless.

"good luck with that babe." he turns around, holding a muffin to your lips. "mm, these are good."

"you think so baby?" you nod, lifting his hand to his lips. he takes a bite a soft groan eliciting from his mouth. "these are perfect."

the next day you tag along beside him to his practice, his shiratorizawa jacket hanging off your shoulders, your own uniform contrasting the purple colors of shiratorizawa. one of his hands held yours, thumb brushing over yours occasionally, the other holding a box filled with the muffins he baked with you yesterday.

"Tsutomu brought his cute girlfriend!" tendou exclaimed, sliding across the gym. "ooh and treats!" he hands tendou the box, biting his lip in anticipation as the red-head took a bite. he let out a moan, turning around to the other members. "guys you gotta try these."

goshiki let out a triumphant sound from beside you, a sharp toothy grin on his face. he held his breath as Ushijima took a bite, his usually stoic face disappearing as he looked at the muffin.

"it's delicious." he let out a victory shout, jumping up. "i don't know how to bake." he froze, looking at his senpai. "I've never been successful in cooking it properly."

goshiki stood still, letting out another shout. "finally! finally, i found something I'm better at than you!"

you shake your head at him, rubbing his arm. "I'm gonna get going now, don't have too much fun boasting." he kisses you quickly, grabbing his jacket from you as he walked you to the gym doors.

"Thanks for not saying anything about you baking them and not me." he whispers, hugging your shoulders.

[andromedarune]

I’m Taking Requests~!

Hi! I’m really trying to stretch my writing muscles a bit more, so I’m gonna try my hand at taking requests for PKMN stuff. Lots of other people are doing it, too, right now, so I thought “why the fuck not? Lolol” I’ll be doing this on both my AO3 and my Tumblr (both under the same name, andromedarune), so submit your requests either to my ask box or in the comment section! 

NOTE: I’m currently only allowing requests for certain characters. I am a picky, cruel bastard, I know. But I’d rather write about characters I actually care about rather than half-ass an imagine for someone. Just how it goes, mate. The list might change as time goes on, so please check before submitting your request.

Characters I’ll write: Leon, Piers (!!!!), Raihan, Nessa, Sonia, Hop, Bede, Gloria/Victor, Marnie.

Guidelines for Requests:

One request per comment. Send as many comments as you like, but don’t write every imagine idea you have in one comment, because I am an idiot and will most definitely lose track of that shit. Please keep it easy for my tiny peanut brain.

Feel free to get specific! I really want o flex my writing muscles with some ideas that I can’t come up with myself, so try not to just say “write a Leon story” - get saucy, my dudes.

Ask for specific gendered writing, if any apply. I generally write from the female perspective (just a personal preference), so please mention if you’d like a male or non-binary story. Otherwise I’ll just assume female bc that’s what I normally write.

If you find a prompt-list that you’d like to see me go through, send it my way! Make sure you let me know whose it is and where you found it so I can credit them, too! 

If you want me to include canonically underage characters (which includes: Hop, Gloria/Victor, Marnie, Bede, Allister, Bea...), keep it pure. No ships between kids and adults, nothing NSFW with them. I can handle puberty humor, but nothing explicitly… racy. Does that make sense? IDK. Just ask if you ain’t sure, I guess.

I’m down for NSFW for the adults - I’d like to really practice it, so please feel free to request it! Let’s get kinky, bois.

I have the right to turn down any request for whatever reason. Please don’t get mad if I don’t write your request - chances are, I just might be confident enough to write it, sadly. But I will definitely try my hand at everything given to me so long as they follow my little guidelines!

What I’ll Accept:

Imagines, Drabbles, Headcannons, prompts, one-shots, AUs....

Reader-Inserts

Fluff, Angst… all that good shit…

LGBTQ+ stuff

NSFW content

What I’ll Most Definitely Refuse:

Intense gore

Problematic/conventionally gross kinks

Triggering content

OCs

For these, if you want to explain your idea a bit more to me, there may be a chance I could accept the idea. But otherwise, better luck somewhere else with your idea.

ANOTHER NOTE: I’m also writing a big SWSH fanfic right now, and school is just around the corner. So, it may be a bit of a wait before your request comes to fruition. But if I haven’t declined it, chances are I’m still working on it. Be patient, please, and I will do my best to get all my requests done in a timely fashion. 

And, uh, yeah, that’s about it. So what the hell are you waiting for?! Send in your idea!

[progressivestupidity]

IZ week 2020

so i wasn’t gonna do this because I didn’t think the prompts were very good for writing to, but I remembered the last day’s prompt was “role swap” so I decided to do something small and quick for it. this is all 7 days in one post. the first and last ones are drabbles and one of them is an au idea

@invader-zim-week​ here u go!!!

Day 1. Angst or Fluff 

Zim’s denial skills are god tier, but even they have their limits.

Drabble. I think this is the turning point for my eventual found family au

“When are you going to get it through your thick head that the Tallests aren’t coming?” Dib flings his arms out wide in his exasperation

“They’re just…!” Zim fumbles a bit, clenching and unclenching his fists. “The Armada is a million light years away! It takes time to travel that far, obviously. It took me six of your months to get here from Conventia and the Massive is further away from here now than that. They’ll come! You’ll see! And then you’ll be sorry!” Zim’s face is drawn tight. He’s tense all over, shoulders drawn up to his jaw, antennae pressed flat to his head, and normally Dib prides himself on reading Zim like an open book, but he’s too far gone in his own annoyance to see the warning signs.

It’s because he doesn’t see these red flags that Dib proceeds to stick his own foot in his mouth with his next words. “Maybe if you weren’t such an idiot and opened your eyes, you’d see the truth—that they dumped you here to get rid of you.”

“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT?” Zim explodes, planting his tiny hands in Dib’s chest and shoving. The boy lands painfully on his ass. “I’m not stupid, Dib.” His name is spat like an insult. “I know they don’t care about me! Why do you think I try so hard?”

Dib gapes at Zim, looking up at him for once, stunned into silence. “I.” He swallows. “You know?”

“Of course, I know.” Zim’s voice is a low hiss and his eyes are narrowed to slits. “You don’t get banished and then just get over it. You don’t get put on trial to defend your life, forced to relive your worse mistakes, and get sentenced to death, only to be saved by freak miracle, and never acknowledge it happened.” Zim takes a deep breath and crosses his arms over his chest. Dib supposes he means for it to look intimidating, but it looks more like he’s holding himself together. “I’ve always known.”

“Why do you try so hard then? If you’ve always known there was no point?” Dib has to ask, has to know, has to hear the words from Zim’s own mouth.

Zim purses his lips and turns away. “There was always a point.” He falls silent for a moment, one antenna twitching up a bit in thought. “I just… I thought if I was just a little better, if I accomplished something important for once, that… I don’t know, that maybe I’d.” He pauses and grits his teeth. “Maybe if I actually managed to take over this filthy planet I’d be worth something for once.”

Day 2. Be Gay Do Crime (LGBTQA+ headcannons)

Dib is bi/pan/demi-ro, Gaz is lesbian, Zim is ace/demi-ro

Headcanons.

Dib seems like the kind of guy that would both take whatever kind of relationship he could get, but also appreciate it. Dib isn’t afraid to work for what he wants and isn’t afraid of things that are “not normal” so I see him being the type to not care about the gender of whoever he eventually decides to date. However, because Dib’s been burned in the past, he would need a deep and sincere emotional relationship to see someone as a potential romantic partner.

Gaz is just a big lesbian. Girls, man.

Zim is ace all the way baby!!! He’s just not interested, and sure, part of that is me projecting, but it just feels right for Zim to just… not care. He has no interest and doesn’t care for sexual attraction regardless of whether or not Irkens do/can/will have sex or not. On the other hand, Zim has expressed a softer side before and I can see him being able to maybe eventually develop romantic feelings for someone if he actually manages to get close enough to them for those kinds of feelings to even emerge. It would take a lot of time and a deep, meaningful friendship, but Zim has shown he’s capable of love. He just has to let himself feel it.

  Day 3. Fandom Appreciation

Found family fuck yeah

Headcanons.

I’m still in the process of thinking about how I wanna go about my found family au so here’s just some initial ideas

After ETF, Zim self isolates for a bit. The florpus hole was his Last Ditch Effort plan and had it succeeded, he knew he would have been destroyed too. He was okay with it. He had made peace with it. However, it failed, and now he’s forced to reflect on said failure

The Massive doesn’t escape the florpus. They’re gone, completely. If they the ship does manage to get out, it’s not in one piece

I initially couldn’t decide if The Trial should come Before ETF or After but I think im gonna say before so the Massive doesn’t have to come back lmao

Before too long, Zim jumps back into the planning/scheming swing of things, but his ideas are never more than petty crimes and being a huge annoyance

Dib gets really annoyed with him and they have a big argument

Zim finally admits to knowing of his own Defectiveness

Dib reluctantly feels bad for him and backs off a bit to let Zim have his space

Zim, however, sees this as a betrayal and redoubles his efforts to get his attention

Somewhere along the way, Skoodge comes back and Zim backs off of Dib a bit, having someone else to focus attention on

Dib eventually begins to offer Zim his hand in friendship (phrased as a truce at first) and they finally make steps towards getting along

They realize they actually really like being friends

Zim eventually realizes that he’s made a life for himself, outside of the Empire

Eventually Zim, Skoodge, GIR, Minimoose, Dib, and Gaz form their own little family and explore space and hunt cryptids

(I love cryptid hunter and space exploration aus holy shit)

Day 4. If IZ had a different setting/time period

Cyberpunk??? Sure

Potential idea maybe.

Cyberpunk dystopian future

Aliens and humans intermingle, both on and off Earth

The Irken Empire has gotten bigger

Technology is advanced and cybernetics are widely known/produced

Idk man I don’t know a lot about cyberpunk, maybe this should be more for the aesthetic

Day 5. Aesthetic

Big shrug man idk

Headcanons, thoughts.

I’m a big fan of fashion Zim, and whenever I get the chance I give him clothes that are both cute and comfortable

Galaxy print leggings are a personal favorite of mine to give him

One time I wrote a little ficlet/oneshot where he wore a skirt. I should publish that some day

Uhhhhhh okay so. Dib has veeeeeery big early 2000s emo/punk vibes tbh

Scene kid GIR always makes me laugh

Gaz could pull off pastel goth like no one’s business

I’ve been here long enough to witness emo/scene hair wig Zim and his eventual fall lmfao

Pretty much everyone that redesigned them back in the day gave Zim emo kid hair that fall perfectly over one eye it was WILD

 Day 6. What if IZ was a different Genre?

Uhhhh does “fantasy instead of scifi” count?

Potential idea maybe. (oops it ended up being a fantasy/modern magic au haha ooooops)

Instead of being an alien, I had the idea of, maybeeeeee Irkens are like. Elves maybe, or perhaps some kind of fae. (I don’t know much about fae, oops)

Okay bear with me here, this is all coming together in real time.

The Irkens (which is what I’m gonna call their clan or faction or subrace or whatever) still want to be the rulers or something over the humans/other mystical beings. This world of magic is hidden from humans and they live blissfully unaware. There are invaders all over the place, using magic and glamors to trick humans into thinking they’re also humans. Zim is one such invader and just to happens to end up in Dib’s town, whereupon he enrolls in Dib’s school, pretending to be a transfer student.

I have no idea why or how the Irkens invade or what methods they use, but since my biggest experience with elves is through DND, I’m going to say they’re functionally similar to certain DND elf races.

So anyway, Zim ends up in Dib’s class and Zim’s glamor just Doesn’t Work on Dib for whatever reason (maybe Dib passed his Wisdom saving throw while literally everyone else failed, idk) and so Dib can immediately see Zim for what he is.

Dib is still into paranormal type stuff, though in his world, he’s less about cryptids and aliens and more about the magical species/world(s) that he KNOWS exists. His big goal in his au is similar to canon in that he wants to expose it all for recognition and love from his father.

Zim, meanwhile, he just wants to prove himself, just like canon. I can’t decide how I want the Irken hierarchy to go in this au—that’s something to think about later, when I have more time—but whatever it is, Zim is either a) not very good at it, b) not suited for it, c) ridiculed for not fitting in to it, or d) a combination of any or all of these things. (or secret option e) he rejects it but has no where else to go. On the other hand, it maybe be none of these things.)

GIR is here too though he’s probably not a robot. Maybe he’s another kind of magical being, or, hell, maybe he’s just Zim’s little brother. I’d be okay with that.

Gaz can also see through glamors but she just doesn’t care. Tak shows up at some point to get revenge, and Skoodge also shows up at some point to stay with Zim and be his friend.

Zim is bad at blending in at first, but he eventually Does get better, since he’s not totally isolated from other Irkens here and he also doesn’t Look like an alien.

(I’m thinkin’ elves in this au look Mostly human but with a few differences. Since I’m biased and this is MY fantasy world, damnit, elves are just. Really Pretty. Ethereal and elegant and graceful (for the most part—there are always exceptions) and they’re also great at magic. Maybe Zim isn’t all that great at magic, I dunno. I’ll figure something out.)

This ended up being less of a genre change and more of a whole ass au, lol oops

Day 7. Role swap

Chanting: human zim au human zim au human zim au human zi

Drabble. This is for an ongoing species swap au that i’ve had in development for the last few years. i haven’t posted anything for it yet, but I’ve thought about it a lot

Dib freezes as Zim points the plastic water gun at his head. Zim’s eyes are narrowed, lips pursed, and he adjusts his grip almost nervously. Behind him, Gir is holding a bucket full of water balloons and a pair of neon green star shaped sunglasses. It’d be cute if Dib wasn’t aware of how painful Earth water is to his Irken skin.

Zim finally lowers his gun slightly. “I want some answers, alien.” He looks Dib over with critical eyes. “Who are you really, and why are you here?” He reaches back and Gir hands him a water balloon with a big smile. “And you better tell the truth or I’ll bust this over your big head.”

Dib grimaces and watches the balloon. “My name Dib, and I’m a scientist. I’m an Irken, from Irk, and I’m here to learn more about life on this planet.” He holds his hands up, hoping to placate the human gesture for surrender. “I’m not here to harm you or anyone else, promise.”

Zim huffs. “Yeah right. I bet you just came here to laugh at the locals.” He puts on a mocking voice and waves the gun and balloon as he speaks. “‘Stupid, stinking humans. They can’t even travel beyond their own moon, yet. What morons. I bet they descended from pigs with how horrible and stupid they are.’” He jams the gun against Dib’s chest. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Dib bites his lower lip and looks away. He can’t deny he hasn’t thought something similar since arriving on Earth, but Zim didn’t have to be so crude and blunt about it.

The two are at a standoff for almost a minute before Zim blows out a long sigh and steps back. He turns to put the balloon back in the bucket, gives Gir a pat on the head, and shoots Dib one last glare. “Stay away from me, Dib. I have enough problems to deal with without having to worry about whether or not it’s safe for my brother to go to school or if I need to watch my back while walking my dog.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” Dib says, a little put out.

Zim scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. I know better than to believe it.” He turns and tries to smile at Gir but it comes out a little twisted and sad. “C’mon Gir. Let’s go home and get Minimoose and take him to that dog park you like so much.”

Gir gasps and lets out a cheer. “Can we go get ice cream afterwards?”

Zim gives a little laugh, smile turning a bit more genuine. “Yeah, sounds good.”

As they walk away Dib can’t help but wonder why he ever thought Zim was an Irken himself.

[doobiedummie]

1. Currently Bnha, I'll probs try smthng with percy jackson. I think I wrote abt Eddsworld? That one's old tho, also Gravity Falls and The Big FourTM

2. Shigaraki/Dabi, Bakugou/Shouto or Deku. Tord/Tom JAJA. Bill/Dipper aaaaanddd... there was this one pairing (BlackFreddie/Golden(?)) That I tried to make more appealing, I don't think I succeded HAHSHAHSJBAJA /shameonme

3. There was this one thingy badly written with no plot whatsover about Zarcort/Kronno. Didn't end. Now doesn't exist.

4. Tried to. Didn't go well.

5. Ugly Doll on Ao3, it's Shigs & Dabs. And it's funny by my standards. Think it counts as drabble?

6. Undertale.

7. Shouto/Deku, between others

8. To write? Wattpad, to read? Ao3 seconded by tumblr

9. That's a hard one because I don't remember most fics I've read :DD. I would say "Bouquet de Flores" in wattpad, tho I think it was in english in ao3. Don't remember the author. And "Death Row" by 1thousandminus7 and someoneelse (sorry) on ao3. Both are from bnha

10. I don't.

11. With 4 chaps and a half, the zarcort/kronno one

12. Just to avoid cringing them

13. "Hey. What if they did this. Or this one idea that it's not mine happened like this." One chap later: "y'know what? This sucks. Make it suck less."

14. I don't know, the lack of consistency? I think??

15. Depends. I don't like writing them. And I don't like them as main protagonist, unless they're like, narrating their tragicness caused by this one character. I also like them as main second(?) And extras with background. And teachers/doctors. Gotta love 'em. anD THE KIIIIIDSSS

16. Yes.

17. Not really

18. Something along the lines of "gOd you're such aN aSHOle and I hate you. Now come and give me food. Bastard."

19. I like some soulmates-troups for some reason. Also the time/dimension travel. Is that one dead or overused? Donnou

20. There are just 2 JAJDJAJSJA, the Ugly Doll one and 5 Times T Was For Tenko that am planning on rewriting. Someday.

21. Ugly Doll

22. Not really. Like. If there's music good for me, if not then, well. I usually listen hiphop(?)/pop/alternative/rock and some latin songs, so like. Idk. Whatever there is i guess

23. Depends on the mood and how interested I am. Mostly long fics. If I have read quite a few already or they're crack then short. While writing? S h o r t.

24. HOHOHO BOi do I have wips. Most of them aren't even vaguely written, so I wouldn't know

25. One. In 2 or 3 years. Maybe more.

26. Third person

27. I guess?? Mostly prompts tho,dunno'

28. Noone asked me this, so I'm gonna make it myself. And it's about one of the wips. 🤡.

Object: Tattoo machine | Scenario: "No, no you won't" | Fandom: bnha: the lov

《He sighed. Really. Why did he even let this fucking chimney stay in his territory? The asshole didn't even clean his own damn trash. Just ranted and annoyed the hell out of him all day in a daily basis. And sometimes tried to make him do stupid things, like now.

"No, ashtray, I won't get a fucking tattoo. Especially not if you're the one to make it".》

29. Original Work.

30. Uh. Software? I write in drafts of wattpad, ao3 and sometimes notebooks. Dunno what'ya mean with software

31. Nope

32. Both? None? Who knows?

33. I seriously hope not

34. Didn't know what lemon meant. I searched. I fell.

35. My what?

36. Yes. Lots of them. Tho they were mostly wips

37. I don't think so?

38. Nope.

39. Solo

40. Nope

41. The inconsistency and lack of plot

42. Don't have one??

43. Toxic/toxic. Harming their partner while in s3x, I don't like rape tho. Don't know how that works.

44. Don't think so

45. Nope

46. Few shorts.

47. No

48. Non existent

49. Other peoples' headcannons, fanarts and movies I like. Sometimes other fandoms

50. The next chap is still nonexistent, so. It did have something along the lines "stop vomiting. They don't like vomit. Stop staring. Staring is rude. Stop talking. They don't care." Of which work? WHO KNOWS! :D

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What fandoms do you write for?

What pairings do you write for?

What is your most popular fanfic?

Do you write original stories as well?

What fanfic of yours should everyone have read?

What is a fandom you will never write for?

What is a ship you will never write for?

Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.net, Wattpad, Tumblr, etc. which platform do you prefer?

What are your favorite fanfics?

How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

What’s your longest fanfic?

Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

What is your planning process?

What have others criticized about your fanfic?

OCs or no OCs?

Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?

Do you use/follow advice from writing blogs/posts?

What is your favorite writing prompt?

Dead or overused tropes?

Can we get a list of all of your current available fanfics?

What’s your shortest fanfic?

Do you listen to music during your writing process? What music do you listen to while you’re writing?

Long chapters or short chapters?

How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

How many WIPs will you finish?

First-person-narrative or third-person-narrative?

Do you take requests?

I will name you three things (object — scenario — fandom/ship): write a paragraph or two!

What’s more difficult? Fanfics or original work?

What writing software do you use?

Do you use beta/sensitive readers?

Past or present tense?

Do friends and family know that you write fanfics?

How did you find the magical world of fanfics?

What is your favorite review?

Did you ever delete a work of yours?

Did your work ever get plagiarized?

Do you partake in any fanfic/writing events? (Big bangs, zines, NaNoWriMo, etc?)

Collaborations or working solo?

Do you have any rituals before uploading a fic?

What is something you don’t like about your writing?

Rudest review?

Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

Does fanart of your fanfic exist?

Do fanfics of your fanfic exist?

Few long essay reviews or many short reviews?

What fanfic of yours is truly underrated?

What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

Where do you draw inspiration from?

Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

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