#his arm is still there dw I’m just lazy

[dragonbma]

Peepaw brainwashed moments :[

[lustlovehart]

Hiiii hope you are well

I have a question regarding your monster AU

I would like to know how Ace and Deuce look like physically (I mean clothes and more detailed things on their face), honestly I would like to draw them but I could only find a drawing of Ace and a small description of both of them

Sorry for the inconvenience! >_<

Warnings: Blood, Implied murder, Obsession

Your hands pet Deuces tangled locks, a reminder to the lack of care he has for his person. But can you blame him? Is there a point in caring for yourself when you’re no longer living? Then again, there should still be empathy in your soul to humans if you were once one.

“I’m sorry…” Deuce whispers under his breath, his trembling sullied arms hugging you with a great vigor. There should still be empathy for murder. So why… Why is there a man laying face down in front of you? “Are you upset with me?”

You open your mouth, attempting to reply to the zombies question, but halt your ministrations when you spot the blood in between his canines. You close your mouth, mustering one of the falsest smiles you could form.

“I’m… I’m not.” your hand slowly reaches for his neck, pulling him into your body, burying your face into his hair. You don’t see the soft smile accompanied with a pink tint on his face. Though, you really don’t wanna see anything at all.

Especially the dark result of a monster's love.

Dw about it at all!! I was actually attempting to make some sketches about the other Monster roster!! For the most part, any clothes I draw on the characters aren’t exactly canon?? So, you can really go buck wild on their clothing, do whatever you wanna do! And If you’re like me (Can’t draw mens clothes), go the classic way and just, doodle something really basic 💀. Unfortunately, I don’t have a sketch for Ace yet, but when I do i’ll post it! For now, here are some physical details about them!!

Warnings: Slightly Gorey descriptions for their appearances

Ace:

- Scar on his right eye, but since he can’t exactly heal, it’s still open

-the space above his left eye is detoriated and exposes bone, and something not depicted on the doodle is the open space on his head exposing his skull.

- A chunk of his neck is gone, and so is part of his chest

- Unlike Deuce, whose mark is a tattoo, his is actually a part of his death, making it another open wound.

- He doesn’t have skin on his right calf, but unlike Duece, all his limbs are still entirely intact.

- He takes out his left eye frequently to spy, so it tends to be lazy sometimes when he puts it back in.

- Hole below his neck from ????

- It’s not very obvious on the doodle for Ace, bc i forgot about it, but him and Deuce are both the same shade of cool pale grey since their dead

Deuce

- Missing right eye, and skin, so only his skull is visible.

- Loses his left hand frequently.

- Holes in his cheeks expose his mouth.

- His left arm starts off as bone at his shoulder before getting to the forearm and returning to a regular hand.

- Has an open wound on his left leg

- His bottom left side of his torso has a slash wound that’s open, slightly exposing his muscle.

- Open wound on his chest.

- Hole below his neck from ????

[atypicalsouda]

for that selfship ask game, how about these ;

😳 - How does your f/o fluster you? How do you fluster your f/o? 🫂 - How do they comfort you when you're sad?

and here, have another one for the road! c:

🎃 - What Halloween costumes would you and your f/o wear? Do you match? I love halloween, I had to. 😹 ->

Thank you thank you!!

😳-

For Fuyuhiko- He’ll fluster me by touching me slightly (anywhere we wants) if or when me/Sal and him cross paths during the day. One of my/Sal’s love languages is physical touch, so it really just works to fluster me/him. Fuyu will also act subtly possessive and or protective if we’re in a group of people or with strangers. Like putting his arm around my waist or standing somewhat in front.

I can fluster him easily by teasing him about how damn cute he is or how much he likes sweets. That or calling him baby. Either works every time.

For Kazuichi- Kaz isn’t the best at these things no matter how hard he tries or how much he’d like to be. So what gets me is something he doesn’t mean to do like chuckling when Sal/me happens to catch his eye. Or like unknowingly showing off his ass while working on a car when he’s brought a drink lol

Anything. At all. The slightest soft look or smirk or kind word. Just anything nice will have Kaz blushing for minutes.

🫂-

For Fuyuhiko- Now, Fuyu def wasn’t used to comforting someone before our relationship. He had the hardest time with it. At those times he’d be still and quiet and just kind of sit there with me/Sal to show that he does care, he just doesn’t know what to do. But once we’re at a place where he knows what he should do, he’ll drag me/Sal to the bedroom, wordlessly open his arms- and we’ll hold each other tightly while he says soft things.

“I’m here.” “It’s alright.” “Let it out.” Etc.

For Kazuichi- Instant bear hugs. Promises to love and or be there for me/Sal always. Validation of what I may be going through-cuz most likely he’s been there too. A lil later on he’ll have handcrafted a trinket to cheer me/Sal up.

🎃-

Dw I love Halloween too! :3

Fuyuhiko- Pirates, Vampires, black cats if I really really wanted him to lol

Kazuichi- Robots, something like mustard and ketchup, werewolves, or superheroes of some kind.

Feeling too lazy to do all three jssjsb

[leossmoonn]

dont think ab lazy sunday mornings in the murdock household where he wakes you up by kissing youre whole face and then being the little spoon😭

I’m not thinking about it dw

“Matty,” you hum as you feel him kiss your neck.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he whispers against your skin. He pecks your whole face and his hands are holding you close to him. His hands are under your — his — shirt and running up and down your sides slowly.

“Matt!” You giggle as he starts kissing your eyes

“I just wanna love you. Stay still,” he demands.

A big smile is plastered on your face as you lay underneath him while he attacks you with kisses. Ugh and he gets to your lips and pulls you into this amazing, slow, passionate kiss that leaves both of you dizzy

And then he turns around and tries to go back to sleep. Then you slip your arm around him and intertwine your legs with his and plant kisses along the side of his face and neck. OMG AND YOU KISS HIS SCARS ON THE BACK WHICH MADE HIM FEEL SO LOVED AND RELAXED.

you two end up going back to sleep with him being the little spoon and your face nuzzled into his shoulder

[kristiewritings]

hey there, i saw that you have a kazuha pfp so maybe you r a kazuha simp?? also if it’s ok, could i ask a kazuha college au where he’s your partner in a project and then u fall inlove with him??

hehe hi there anon! yes indeed i am a kazuha simp BUT i also simp for childe 😩

daw anon your request will be done leave it to me (wtf am i doing?? 😔)

character: kazuha

word count: 648

tw: the teacher ships 😌😌but none rlly

kazuha, oh kazuha. he was always the quiet kid who would be mumbling to himself about something. no one really talks to him except for yoimiya and a few others.

you never really noticed him but if you look at his notebooks, they’re filled with poems or scenarios about you. he adored you. every night before he goes to sleep, he thinks about how it would be to sleep with you in his arms.

one day, your teacher announced that the class would be having a new project. “class. today we’ll be having a project. it will be due in a week so please prepare your projects and your presentation speech as well.”

since the teacher thought the topic was hard for some students, she decided to give out partners.

you were just hoping to be done with it all. “kazuha, go over to [name]” the teacher said as she walked by. kazuha was a mess inside but managed to get himself together and sit with you. (SIMP)

you gave him a friendly smile before introducing yourself. “hey, I’m [name].” he replied with a faint “kaedehara kazuha”. you thought he was just being shy but you just ignored that.

“soo let’s get started?” you broke the silence between you two awkwardly. kazuha nodded and started discussing with you the things that you two would do for the project.

after the bell rang, the teacher dismissed the class and you all packed your stuff. you saw kazuha at a table during lunch and decided you’d sit with him.

“hey, do you mind if i sit here kazuha?” you asked him. he shook his head no and you sat down infront of him. you talked to him about whatever and he listened to you, nodding and responding every once in a while.

before your lunch ended, you told him “let’s meet outside after school’s done. let’s finish the project at my place.” you smiled at him before leaving.

kazuha was stuck there. you were ACTUALLY inviting him to go to your house! he tried to calm down and managed to do it (after failing for 5 minutes).

_________________________

once school was done, he went outside the school and waited for you. not so long after, kazuha saw you walking out with a few people. you waved goodbye to them before going to kazuha.

"hey, let's go!" you held his hand and dragged him to your house. you failed to notice the blush slowly spreading on his face. as you reached your house, you took off your shoes and went in. kazuha followed. (yes i am asian, don't step in my house with shoes on or i will literally spank you).

he then followed you to your room, where you two would finish the project. you got a chair and started working with him on the project.

(skips the thing 'cause im lazy but dw i have some scenes)

after you two do what you planned for the project today, you cleaned up the area. as you were doing so, you remembered some moments with him

* flashbacks*

the way his hand brushes against yours every once in a while had your insides moving. his soft voice speaking to say some things he wishes to improve about the project had you screaming in your pillow.

you don't understand. why did you suddenly feel this way after he came over? why did you suddenly feel like you're inlove? what's happening? those were the questions in your head.

you just ignored it for now and went to the table for dinner. you forgot about it for a while as you ate.

when it was time for bed, you couldn't sleep. all you could think about was kazuha. you walked around for a while but you still couldn't sleep.

guess you'll have to tell him soon.....

hi hi anon!! heres ur request i hope yall like it

[write-like-wright]

Can I req dom reader cockwarminv herlock, cuz he was teasing reader all day and he needs to be punished you can deny this one if this makes you uncommon :))

Btw always drink water and no lemon juice is not water ♡

Some of you hack into my subconsciousness and ask for things I'm specifically into. And DW, anon, this bitch stays hydrated. ♡♡

Horny Headcanons: Cockwarming Sholmes as a Punishment

If there's one thing Herlock struggles with, it's staying put. It's hard to say if it's all the sugar in his caramel solution or the copious amounts of caffeine he consumes, but Sholmes is a ball of energy.

That's why you couldn't think of a better (or worse, depending on who you ask) punishment for his, frankly, lewd behaviour.

He spends all day giving you improper looks, licking his lips and leaning over you to whisper saucy words into your ear when nobody is paying attention. When he corners you in the kitchen after dinner, pressing a hot kiss to your lips, hands mischievously sliding down your back to grope your bottom, you decide you've had enough.

It's late when you enter your shared bedroom, wearing nothing but your sleepwear. Herlock has already changed out of his regular clothes, his muscular form wrapped snugly in his fuzzy pink bathrobe. It would be a sweet sight if you weren't absolutely determined to put him in his place.

You stalk over to where he's sitting in his cushy armchair and he grins when you slide into his lap, back pressed to his chest. "I am quite irresistible at times, my dear, am I not?" Herlock purrs against your ear, lips trailing over the sensitive skin. You grind against his growing hardness, rising just enough to pull your nightshirt up and take his cock out. "You're insufferable is what you are." You hiss, sliding down onto his cock in one languid motion. "I'm about to teach you a lesson, you horrible, horrible man. Don't you dare move a muscle until I say so. Understood?"

He chokes out a confused reply, something about great detectives and needs and life forsaking him as you settle down on top of him, legs sprawled on either side of his. It's oddly casual and cushy, being in this position. That familiar feeling of being full is more than welcome inside you, his half-hard cock growing more erect with each passing second. "Fetch me my book, won't you dear?" You point to the novel you'd been reading on the shelf next to him and he stretches out his long arm to reach it, groaning at the barely-there sensation around his cock caused by the movement. This is going to be fun.

Herlock's head is buried in the crook of your neck, whimpering whenever you squirm around to get comfortable or purposefully clench around him to keep him on his toes. To his credit, he's surprisingly still beneath you, though his cock twitches every now and again. Occasionally he pleads with you and it's hard to tell what he's asking for - move, fuck me, please, stop, don't stop - all pass his lips at some point. His large hands are groping the skin of your thighs, pressing hard enough to bruise.

"How does it feel, Hurley? To be on the receiving end, I mean?" He growls against the skin of your shoulder. "Surely, you cannot suggest that I am this cruel, my dear?" You laugh. "Cruel? My dear, you should consider this a proper treat! What was it you whispered to me earlier? 'I cannot wait to bury myself deep inside of you', was it? I'm merely giving you what you want." You punctuate your sentence by slowly grinding your hips and he whines. "You're not giving me anything, you- Ah!" Disrupted when you clench around him, his head hangs down low, resigned to his fate.

He's enjoying himself, of course, you know he is. Herlock enjoy committing the crime just slightly more than receiving the punishment. You're moving more often now, enjoying the feeling of him inside you. After all, why deny yourself pleasure? Eventually, you reach your climax through lazy little movements and clenching your legs together. He's borderline sobbing behind you, begging for mercy.

"You've had your fun now," he whines, breath hot on your ear. "Is it my turn yet?" You chuckle, reaching back to stroke his hair. "What's the rush, Hurley? I'd like to read another chapter at least before I retire for the evening." With that, you lean back once again, making yourself comfortable in his lap. He's shaking at this point, desperately trying to obey your commands and stay still. This is going to be a long, long night for him.

[shadyteacup]

Hi! Im the one req 7 for chuuya sorry i didint specified, i just realized it. Can i get angst prompt 7 for chuuya?

Hiya! This pained me to write, so I made it fluffy at the end... sorry if u were looking for pure angst! I can't go to sleep peacefully peacefully after writing angst, I need to clutch my soft toys and cry myself to sleep..

Warnings: Angst to fluff, maybe a swear word at the end.. dw, it's just "bish", but like the actual word.

Word count: 2006 😳yes, I got carried away

Nakahara Chuuya + “Please wake up”

Forewarning

“Don’t move, Chu.”

You grumbled against his chest. It was yet another lazy morning for the two of you. Lazy mornings consisted of waking up late, cuddling on the bed till lunch time, getting dressed and having dinner at some exotic place, going for a long drive, then coming back home. It was a perfect day for a traditional lazy day, except for the fact it was a weekday.

Chuuya sighed. He had to get to work, and so did you. You both couldn’t afford to miss any workdays, considering that you both worked for the same organization, one that didn’t hesitate to punish for untimely work. Chuuya was an executive, and so were you. You both had multiple solo missions planned out for today and one mission wherein you both had to team up. It was going to be quite a busy day, and Chuuya wanted nothing more than to just get it all over with. He was looking forward to some lazy cuddles in the evening, after both of your jobs were done.

“We have to get dressed, dove.”

He tried reasoning with you. You were a workaholic, just like him. It surprised him to see this lazy side of you. But then again, you must be tired, he thought.

“I know. But let’s bunk today!”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, hoping to convince him.

Chuckling, he pet your head affectionately.

“The mafia isn’t some school that you could just bunk. Besides, don’t you love working?”

You frowned at that. You were feeling weird today. It’s like something was forewarning you. But about what?

“I just have a bad feeling about today. I don’t know why, but I feel like something bad is going to happen.”

He sighed. He was never one to believe I such things. That was why you weren’t telling him until now.

“We work in the mafia. How worse can it get?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

You smiled, getting up to get ready.

....

“The target is in the warehouse.”

Chuuya said to you. You both were currently seated in Chuuya’ s car, parked on a hill. Your stakeout point had a clear view of an abandoned warehouse. Apparently, it was the location where a rival gang was coordinating with some members of the mafia and stealing their goods. You both had already executed the moles and had sent in one of your trusted members as a pretend mole. He would send you both a signal when he felt that the security was the weakest at the entrance. You both would then attack. He was supposed to cause a commotion in there, resulting in majority of the guards to rush inside and leave the entrance wide open for you two. Your men had already sealed all exits to ensure no one got out. Now you were both waiting for the signal.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

Chuuya pouted at your jab.

“I was just being thorough!”

“By stating the obvious?”

“You’re so mean.”

“Says the angry redhead.”

“What has my hair got to do with anything?!”

“Your hair has got to do with everything! I-”

A sharp sound was heard. Both you and Chuuya were blinded for a second as white filled your vision. You felt your torso pinch a little. It almost felt like someone was sticking a few needles into your tummy. You heard screams. They sounded frantic. A few moments later, your vision cleared, and you saw yourself floating in the air, a frantic Chuuya saying something to you. It all sounded mangled and mixed up. If you could have laughed at the moment, you would have laughed at how funny he sounded.

The screams had turned to cries, now. You were so confused. Who was crying? And why was Chuuya pressing down on your stomach?

Looking down, you saw the blood. There was blood everywhere. It had completely soaked your shirt. Chuuya was using his ability and his hands to keep it in. He seemed hurried. His eyes were watery, and streams of tears were flowing down his cheeks.

Finally understanding the situation, you realised that you were injured. Looking down at your torso, you saw the two bullet wounds. And now, you finally felt them. The pain was overwhelming. It rushed in like water at the breaking of a dam. It completely filled you up. You now realised that those cries of pain were actually your own. You wished to have never woken from your daze. You wanted to remain oblivious. You wanted the pain to go back to mere pinpricks. It was too much. Succumbing to the enormous pain, you let your eyes shut close. You realised that your body was going to sleep. Maybe for the last time.

....

Chuuya sat in a chair next to your sleeping form. You were lying unconscious on the clean white sheets of the hospital bed. Your entire torso was covered in bandages. You had taken two bullets, one in the side and one right next to your belly button. The doctors were able to save you in time, and it was a matter of time till you gained consciousness.

Chuuya held his face in his hands. The memories of just moments prior to visiting the hospital kept running through his head. He kept seeing flashes of your blood oozing out of your body. He kept remembering the way your eyes had glazed over while he tried to apply pressure on your wounds. There was so much blood. His mere two hands were proving to be inefficient. So, he had activated his ability to push the blood back in. He had no clue if that had helped. He remembered activating his ability the moment you had let out a blood curdling scream. He had levitated you both out of the car and high up in the night sky.

He should have listened to you. Your forewarnings were right. Something terrible had ended up happening. The mole he had sent inside was found murdered by the backup team, and the head of the organization had fled. His men had taken up sniping positions all across the hills. Two of them had shot you at once. He remembered going on a mad spree and pelting boulders at all the men in his sight using his ability right before he flew to the hospital with you in his arms.

“Has she gained consciousness?”, the doctor asked as she peeked in. Chuuya had asked all medical personnel to leave him alone with his sweetheart, a little too passionately, after they were done treating you, and hence the poor doctor was a tad bit scared to check up on your vitals.

Chuuya whipped his head up.

“No.”

The doctor scrunched her brows in worry. Rushing in, she did some tests.

“I’m sorry, sir, but if the patient doesn’t wake up in another hour, we will have to declare a coma condition.”

“What?!”

The doctor jumped at his outburst, but answered him, nonetheless.

“The body is behaving as if it is already in coma. This can also be because it is repairing itself. It doesn’t necessarily have to be coma.”

She sighed.

“But, if the patient retains this state of unconsciousness, we will have to rule out a natural healing process. I suggest you try to communicate with the patient. Sit close, hold hands, maintain physical contact. Try speaking. That way, maybe the body will react to a familiar scent, touch or voice, and gain consciousness.”

Chuuya gulped, worried, and nodded.

“I understand.”

He shakily made his way to your face, observing your serene features. He hesitantly put your hair behind your ear, breathing unsteadily. He felt immense guilt and anger. He was guilty of not paying your uneasiness an ear, and he was angry because he couldn’t save you. If only he had been more vigilant, more aware of his surroundings, he would have been able to smell a rat.

“I’m so sorry. I should have listened to you. I should have been able to protect you.”

He gasped inaudibly, trying to keep his sobs in. He couldn’t stop the tears. They flowed freely down his cheeks, a symbol of his immense fear of losing you. He couldn’t bear the idea of loosing you. It might be selfish of him, but he wanted you to live, because God-forbid, if you didn’t, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He knew that if such a devastating situation ever occurred, he would lose all sanity and go mad. He would lose his mental balance and completely fall off the edge. He couldn’t bear to be separated from you for two days, forget the rest of his lifetime.

He caressed your cheek, smiling bitterly at your sleeping form. Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, he let himself truly cry. He let out all his emotions into your hair. He found comfort in your warmth. He has always felt the safest in your embrace. That’s where he could truly be himself.

He didn’t realise how long it had been when he began talking to you. Telling you how much he loved you and how he couldn’t live without you. He pondered on how he would take his life if you left him.

“I’d have to go to that stupid mackerel for guidance. But then again, he has been unsuccessful in killing himself for 22 years. He’s probably the worst suicidal guy out there.”

He was lying next to you now, cradling your frail form in his arms.

The doctor waltzed in, a serious and sorrowful expression straining her pretty features.

“Nakahara-san, I’m so sorry.”

Chuuya gritted his teeth, holding onto you tighter.

“No! There’s still a chance that-”

“Its hopeless. The patient has already been in this state for 16 hours.”

“16 hours?”

The doctor smiled sympathetically.

“I gave you a lot more time. I thought maybe the constant contact would help. But sadly, it’s out of our hands now.”

Chuuya sat up, holding your face in his large palms.

“Wake up! Wake up, damnit!”

He shook you gently, desperate to get any kind of reaction out of you.

“Nakahara-san! Please get away from the patient! You mustn’t cause any harm! Security?!”

The doctor rushed forward to pull Chuuya off of you, but he held onto you. He grabbed your arms, looping his own around them and pulling you towards him.

“Wake up!”

He rested his face on your chest, sobs escaping him.

“Please... please wake up...”

The doctor reached forward to clasp his shoulder, trying to pry him off of you.

A large gasp followed by couple of coughs were heard.

You took in a large breath, trying to swallow. Your throat was dry and scratchy.

“Y/N!”

Looking up, you saw Chuuya holding you in his arms, a relieved and surprised expression on his elegant features.

“Hey.”

Your voice sounded raspy, but it was music to his ears.

He engulfed you in a hug, one that knocked the air out of your lungs.

“She’s still a patient!”

The doctor reprimanded as the security guards pulled Chuuya off of you.

You smiled at the tiny ginger.

“I’m alive, Chu. Stop being dramatic.”

Chuuya laughed at your carefree attitude. He didn’t resist the men as they pulled him out of the room. He was relieved to see you awake. He didn’t care about anything else. Just as he was about to leave, you spoke up.

“Call Gin and tell her that I’m not dead!”

“You don’t need to call me, idiot. I was waiting right outside.”

You smiled as she walked in, giving you a hug.

“Why does she get to go in but not me?!”

Chuuya whined.

“Hey Gin, guess what?”

Gin smiled at you, sitting at the edge of your bed at the nurses did their check-ups.

“What?”

“I’m alive, bitch!”

Your snickers could be heard till the hallway, where the rest of your friends were seated. Shaking his head, Tachihara snickered.

“Good ol’ Y/N.”

[ickymichi]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

<3 warning: none really! just slight mentions of nsfw but nothing brutal, swearing, v slight angst, mentions of insecurity.

<3 things to know!: set in the timeskip, unless i’m like ‘this was back in high school’. (implied female) reader and issei are in an established relationship.

<3 summary!: headcannons i have about issei and his appearance/body. :)

<3 a/n: see i genuinely had no idea what to call this. like it’s headcannons that i have about issei’s appearance/body?. and also to make some of the things named more normalised and to make ppl see how attractive they make ppl. reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒: listen to this okay. issei with freckles on his shoulders. beautiful i know. but just imagine it. those nice broad shoulders with thousands of freckles scattered across them from years of tanning and getting sunburned on the beach while on holidays or just from the numerous summers he spent in your backyard getting a tan. just running your hands across them seeing how some of them connected to form a bigger one. he always tells you it tickles. but never says stop. also in summer he gets them on his face from the sun.

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒: he definitely had them on like the part of his back where his arm meets his shoulders, on the under side of his biceps and definitely got some on his ass cause boy got cake. but he’s insecure about them and used to hate wearing tank tops cause you could see them. but you told him how much you love them and how cool they look. now mf thinks he’s hot shit (as he should) and walks around your house in them or just shirtless. if you have some to he would literally always be telling you how attractive it is. literally constantly.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑: he definitely is on the hairier side. like he got hairy ass legs let me tell you, but it thins out when it gets to his thighs a bit. definitely waxes or shaves his ass idc idc, was scared from this one time he was watching porn and it just got a shot of the guys hairy ass and he was disgusted. but also he got like, not a lot to where he has to constantly wax it, but a nice amount of chest hair, like it’s only on his pecs not on his stomach you know?. side story!: it was like, two months after you started dating and you were having a movie night at his and you were staying over. makki convinced, i mean convinced him you were going to have sex for the first time. so issei being afraid you’d think his chest hair is unattractive he booked a chest wax and made makki come with him. he recorded the whole thing and showed you two years later, big bad matsukawa issei himself, screaming from pain and nearly breaking makki’s hand with the grip he had on it. end of side story :). his happy trail? pheww that shit idky it’s just attractive to me for some reason. also has a bit of stubble but he shaves it cause of one time in third year he was just really lazy that week and didn’t shave and when the four of them went to go to the cinema on saturday oikawa said: “who’s uncles coming our way?”. from then on he never goes out with to them without shaving beforehand. if you tell him you find it attractive he’d grow it out a small bit just to see your reaction. but if you said you don’t like it he’d do it anyway to annoy you.

𝐀𝐂𝐍𝐄: high school issei definitely had acne. not like major but had some on his cheeks and his back. he hated it sm cause all his friends never had a problem with it. until you told him it doesn’t matter if he has it for not he’s still seggsy as fuck. now timeskip issei? not as much. he made sure to start taking care of his skin halfway through high school. that is until masks became a thing, poor guy has a love hate relationship with them now.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: listen, issei eats. mf has the biggest appetite you’ve ever seen. ceo of “you eating that?”. every time you see him on the couch he either has a bag of crisps, chocolate, popcorn, leftovers from last night or a takeout he ordered in his lap. man just loves food (i relate ‘sei dw). but all that eating makes boy bloat like crazy. like, he has a fast metabolism so mf never gains weight that much🙄. but he could literally eat half a sharing bar of chocolate and suddenly he’s eight weeks pregnant. also, he didn’t know what bloating was until you finished a movie night and mf took half the popcorn, had his own bag of jellies and three of the small multipack chocolate bars. so when he undressed for his shower and caught a glimpse of his stomach that normally only has a bit of pudge, pushed out to where it looks like he gained weight over night he has a stroke. this how shiz went down:

“(Y/N)!!” you literally sprinted to the bathroom thinking he fell or sum. “what issei? what happened?!”. “have i, have i always been this big?” “what? you look like you always do”. the distressed noise he let out along with him fake stumbling and grabbing the counter had you confused. “i look pregnant! what do you mean i always look like this? we’re getting a treadmill or at home gym or whatever i need to get back to how i was. good lord i really let myself go.” he ran a hand across his face while rubbing his stomach and looking in the mirror. then it hit you. “oh my god you fucking idiot, you do realise how much shit you are right? your just bloated.” “bloated? the fuck is that?”. you then spent the next fifteen minutes sitting on the toilet seat explaining what bloating was while he showered.

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇: i just know baby don’t got teeth that look like a fresh set of veneers. and it’s not like they crazy crooked, just slightly that you barley notice unless you’re up close and stare at his mouth. but because he’s always looking at himself it’s the first thing he sees. this leads to him covering his mouth whenever he laughs and only slightly smirking or lifting his mouth to a small closed lip smile when he’s told to smile. everytime he has to take a picture with his family one of his auntie who’s taking it shouts: “smile issei!” every time. and he always says: “i am though”which leads to his getting pinched in the side by his mother and her telling him: “fucking smile properly before i whoop your ass” through gritted teeth while she smiles brightly herself. he grew to not care as much when, you again, told him you love his smile when he threw his head back instead of covering his mouth when you told him a funny story.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒/𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒: heavenly i know, but bby doesn’t completely agree. we all know boy thick especially those gorgeously thick thighs! but he just thinks they’re too thick. he’s used to seeing oikawa and makki’s slender ones, so when he stands in front of the mirror in a pair of swim shorts he bought and they’re swinging on his waist but about to rip around his thighs he can feel himself start to tear up. and then, what a suprise, you walk in!

~ start story:)): “ ‘sei! you ready to go, oh are you okay?”. he whips his head around to see you standing in the doorway in the swim set you just bought your self. ‘god you look so good’ he thinks to himself. “uh yeah yeah i’m good just need a few minutes these uh, they don’t fit.” he brings a hand to his face and uses his index finger and thumb to wipe the tears in the corner of his eyes. “oh well then you can just tie the strings, that’s what they’re there for, i told you to go a size down silly”. you stand infront of him and start to tie the strings in the shorts around his waist. “no doll, they aren’t to big, they’re to small look” he motions his head to the way they’re straining around his thighs and he just wants to start crying again. “oh i see, we’ll theres nothing we can do there , is there? we’ll just buy another pair on the way.” how? he thinks. how are you not laughing in his face that his legs are to fat to fit in a pair of shorts that are 2 sizes to big for him? “i know what you’re thinking,” your soft voice breaks him out of his thoughts. “why is she not laughing at me huh? she probably thinks i’m fuckin’ ugly” you do your best to mimic his deep voice but just sound silly trying, making him let out a small laugh. “how many times have i told you how much i adore your legs hm? how many times have i done, such oh so sinful things on them while going on about how much i love them?. to many to count issei. so next time you think all those silly bad thoughts just think of me and every time i tell you nice things about them!”. now he’s definitely crying, but this time over how much your words helped him. and now he feels like a million dollars as he struts across the beach to the three men waiting for you with his neon orange shorts tied around his waist and clinging to his thighs. end story :))~

jesus i forgot about his legs. anyway, all his life he’s been told how ‘lanky he is’ and how long his legs are. this makes him feel like shit really,most of his jeans stop above his anlke so the only type of socks he had is the long ones that he uses to hide his ankles fromm people, making them think he has the perfect size. he’ll never forget the time he spent hours shopping with his mother and trying on countless pairs of trousers for an upcoming wedding that and they stop above his ankle. he feels embarrassed really, seeing the fitter tell him they can just get them custom made, but it’ll cost more plus the original price. watching how distressed his mother gets when he tells her how much it’ll be. he doesn’t want his mother spending that much money on a pair of trousers he’ll wear once so he butts in saying it’s fine and he’ll deal with it by wearing black socks and no one will notice. the same exact problem happens several years later except in his mother’s place is makki along with oikawa and iwa, watching him get fitted for your wedding. he tells himself ‘think of (y/n), think of (y/n) and how much she says she loves your legs’ but it’s hard to when all the other men have no problem finding the perfect suit size. he doesn’t want to pay extra for a custom suit but that’s what it looks like is going to happen.

-end <3

[aomine-ryo]

hiii! i love your writing so much!!! i was wondering if you could write some headcanons of the gom with a very shy!s/o but they really like to cuddle and kiss?? thank you, i’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense:)

No it makes sense dw! Hope you like it :)

Headcanons: GOM with a shy s/o who likes to cuddle and kiss

Kuroko

Kuroko found your shyness to be quite adorable

He was quite good at reading into people’s mannerisms, so it made sense for him to be with you

You were too shy to ask him for kisses and cuddles when you wanted them

However, he soon began to understand your habits and small signs that you wanted his affection

For example, you’d always fiddle with his sleeve whenever you wanted to hold hands

You also had this look in your eye whenever you wanted a kiss from him, which he thought was adorable

Even though he knew that you wanted a kiss, he would always ask you first

“Would you like a kiss, Y/N-kun?”

He just adored how flustered you’d get whenever he asked

Kuroko really enjoyed watching movies with you

You’d always lean closer to him when you wanted cuddles, which he immediately complied with and wrapped his arms around you

Although he thought that your shyness was cute, he did try to get you to open up a bit more

“You know, you can always ask me when you want something, right? I’m always happy to give you what you want,” he told you in a soft and encouraging voice

You did your best to voice your needs, but it wasn’t that easy for you

It was fine though, because Kuroko understood you better than anyone

Kise

How you and Kise even began dating was beyond you

He was so lively and outgoing whilst you were quiet and shy

That’s what he loved about you though

He thought it was cute how shy you were

Every girl was jealous that you got to date him, which made you extra shy when it came to going out in public with him

He’d always hold your hand when you’d go out, which earned you a few stares

When he notices you getting nervous about it, he’d steal a kiss from you in order to divert your attention to him

Somehow it always worked

You enjoyed his kisses so much that you’d just get caught up in the thought of it for a while after it happened

Being with him got you to come out of your shell a bit, but you were still quite reserved

Kise loved to shower you with kisses, so you rarely found yourself needing to ask him

He noticed how much you smiled whenever he’d kiss you so he understood how much you liked it

You loved it when he cuddled you too, though he only ever did that when you watched a movie together because he’d often be up and about, trying to take you to all kinds of places

So whenever you wanted to cuddle with him, you’d just ask if you can watch a movie with him

He quickly picked up on it though

“Y/N-cchi, this is the third movie we’ve watched in the past two days. If you want to cuddle you can just ask,” he smiled at you before wrapping his arms around you

After that, you began to ask him for cuddles more directly, but you didn’t ask that often

However, now that Kise knew that you enjoyed cuddles, you’d be receiving them non-stop so you didn’t even have to ask

Midorima

Since Midorima is constantly surrounded by loud and chaotic people (*cough* Takao), being with someone like you was quite comforting to him

You had a very calming aura which he couldn’t help but be drawn to

He understood that you were shy and didn’t feel comfortable going out too often, which was fine with him because he’d much rather be alone with just you

Midorima wasn’t one to show too much physical affection, opting for expressing his feelings through words instead

The only thing he’d do often was holding your hand, which you loved

However, you did also kiss and cuddle with him every once in a while and you wanted more but you weren’t sure how to ask

“Um, Shintaro, can I, um, can we cuddle?” you nervously asked him one day while you were studying at his house

He obviously agreed and he wrapped his arms around you keenly

Upon seeing how happy you looked when he did so, he finally realised how much you enjoyed cute physical affection like this

Although he wasn’t very familiar with things like that, Midorima made an attempt to kiss and cuddle you a lot more

Soon, he became quite addicted to kissing you

He just loved how much it made you smile after

Aomine

This boy would pounce on you any moment he got

Aomine loves showing you physical affection; he couldn’t help it, he thought it was so cute whenever you’d get flustered

He had a very striking and bold personality, but he always became soft around you because he knew that you were quite reserved and he didn’t want to overwhelm you

He knew that you weren’t comfortable with PDA, so he did his best to avoid it

However he’d steal a kiss from you every now and then when people weren’t looking, which always made you smile like an idiot

He’d sometimes take you to hangouts with his friends, but if you ever got overwhelmed, he’d immediately notice and take you back home

He liked spending time alone with you because he could kiss you as much as he wanted without having to worry about people watching you

He also really enjoyed cuddling with you ever since he noticed how happy you got while you were in his arms

You just felt so warm and loved that you’d grin with glee

He always felt the need to protect you for some reason

Like, if you were at a restaurant together, he’d ask you what you want and then place the order for you

It was a small gesture, and you could’ve done it yourself but you appreciated it because you knew that he did it out of care for you

Murasakibara

It was good that you enjoyed cuddles and kisses because this boy is clingy

You’d spend an endless amount of lazy afternoons cuddled up with him and eating snacks

You were a really shy with him at first, but you soon became quite comfortable with him

He always spoke his mind so you didn’t spend too much time worrying about what he was thinking

He was like a big cuddly teddy bear

He didn’t like going out too much as he’d much rather stay inside and spend time with you

He would cuddle with you all day if he could because he found you so adorable

He also really likes kissing your neck and shoulders

He didn’t realise how much you liked it too until you asked for them one day, out of the blue

He happily gave you what you wanted and you’d receive an abundance of kisses like that since then

Akashi

Akashi knew how to communicate with you better than anyone

He always said the right things at the right time

And he quickly picked up on any hints you’d drop when you wanted his affection

He was also very polite with you so you never felt any pressure in the relationship

You loved his kisses and cuddles, and he knew that

However, sometimes he’d obstain from giving them to you because he liked it when you asked him yourself

You’d be quite nervous every time you asked him at first, but he never disagreed so you started to get a bit more confident about it

There’s nothing he wants more than for you to be happy so seeing how a simple kiss would change your entire mood was quite cute to him

When you first started dating, you didn’t see him as much of a cuddler, but you were pleasantly surprised by how much he liked to cuddle with you as your relationship went on

His cuddles were so loving and delicate

He’d sometimes play with your hair while you cuddled too

You swore you could stay in his arms forever

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Three’s Company

Summary: The reader discovers that the AU Dean that’s been living with them lately may have a thing for her. Dean’s known for a while though and is okay with letting the reader play out a certain desire of hers with the alternate Dean...

Pairing: Dean x reader (with AU Trust Fund!Dean)

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language, smut (threesome, oral sex)

A/N: Inspired by a comment from @flmuseumgirl30. Enjoy!

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“That smells amazing,” you said as you walked into the kitchen for dinner. The AU Dean from the Hunter Corp world or DW as you’d taken to calling him gave you a friendly smile and offered the spoon of sauce. You took a small sip and hummed. “God that tastes even better than it smells.”

“Thank you. It’s homemade,” he said.

“It’s homemade,” mumbled Dean under his breath. You took a seat beside him at the table, giving him a smirk. “What?”

“Don’t be jealous of him. He’s you but he’s not. You’re my guy, not him,” you said. “Besides, he cooks for us all the time. It is kinda nice.”

“That is true,” said Dean. 

“You two do realize that while I come from money and yes, might have hand a trust fund, I was a hunter. I can hear you,” he said. Dean cleared his throat and DW looked over his shoulder. “I have no interest in Y/N other than friendship, Dean. I’m sorry if you feel I’m trying to do something to interfere with your relationship.”

“Yeah but you want to fuck her. I heard you jerking off to her in the shower,” said Dean. 

“I thought he was sweet,” you said, frowning at DW. Dean was chuckling in his seat but you whacked his arm. “Is this true?”

“Listen, I used to have my fair share of excursions with women. It’s been awhile and I was lonely. I apologize, Y/N,” said DW. “It was disrespectful.”

Dean leaned over and whispered in your ear, your cheeks flushing. Dean shrugged and you made a face.

“Seriously?” you asked.

“I wouldn’t mind with him. He’s me so it’s not like it’d freak me out. I’m used to seeing my face walking around by now.”

“Would you like me to leave the bunker,” asked DW quietly.

“Dean asked if I would want a threesome with you and him,” you said. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”

“Yeah, DW, isn’t it?” asked Dean. He made a face, too knowing of DW’s answer and you set your sights on him, DW swallowing. “He wants to. I know he does.”

“Oh,” you said. DW started to leave and you stood up. “I didn’t say no. Let me think about it. Let’s finish with our lunch, okay?”

Later That Night

“Dean,” you said as you got ready for bed. “Were you serious before about the threesome?”

“I’d always be down for one with you if you were comfortable with it.”

“I know you’ve had them but we’re together, together. I brought it up a long time ago and you weren’t really okay with it,” you said.

“I’m still not. But he’s different. He’s me. I’d be okay with him for a one time thing. Plus, he’s kind of lonely,” he said. 

“Are you starting to get along with him, Dean?”

“A bit. He’s still weird to me but if I were in his shoes, I’d want him to help me out. He’s...he’s a happier version of me and I want him to stay happier if you get what I mean, keep him from ever hitting those lows.”

“You know, you’re just as sweet as he is if not more,” you said as you crawled on top of the bed, laying on your side to face him. Dean turned and raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t make you homemade pasta and I am way, way grumpier than he is,” said Dean.

“You’re kind down in your soul. I will take that over some pasta any day,” you said. He smiled for a moment and you leaned over to kiss him, Dean nuzzling your neck. “I do wonder though, how’d you know DW wanted a threesome?”

“He admitted to it. I brought up the jerking off thing to him and he apologized. He’s not quite settled down yet, still used to being with a different woman all the time. He feels alone. I wasn’t going to get mad at him for thinking about you no matter how much I wanted to.”

“We could take him out one night?” you said.

“I don’t know if he’s ready for it. He’s still mourning his whole world dying after all,” he said. You nodded your head and looked at Dean, Dean giving the same look back. “You’d be okay with it.”

“With him...yeah. One time thing. You?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow, see if we can get him out of his funk.”

The Next Night

“Where’s your tattoo?” you asked DW as he ripped off his shirt. He stared at you and Dean laughed beside you, tapping the one on his chest. “Your anti-possession one.”

“Oh. Um,” said DW as he looked down. “Dad didn’t approve of that.”

“We’ll get you tatted up,” said Dean. “Chicks dig it, trust me.”

“What did you have in mind, DW?” you asked while Dean undressed you. “Front door? Back door?”

“This is going to sound crass,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Dude, it’s your shot. Ask. Y/N’s always down for anything at least once,” said Dean as you turned around, exposing yourself to DW. He bit his bottom lip and you smiled.

“What would you like to do tonight?” you asked. “Come on. Sooner you say so sooner I can start touching you and trust me, I know all the ways to touch you.”

“I’d be very happy with a blow job,” he said, looking away. You turned back to Dean and he shrugged.

“I got an idea,” said Dean. He guided you onto the bed and started to make out with you, two fingers gently rubbing your clit. You shut your eyes and heard Dean say something to DW. The bed dipped and peeled them open, DW sat by you and stroking his own cock slowly. “Want us both at the same time?”

“Yes please,” you said with a smirk. You felt yourself getting wetter, Dean pulling his fingers away when he was satisfied. You sat up and he spun you around, grabbing your hips so you were on your hands and knees. DW moved in front of your face and you looked at his cock, so very similar to Dean’s aside from how smooth he was. “I can dig this look.”

“I bet you can,” said Dean. His cock head rubbed through your slit and pushed in an inch, Dean releasing a quiet moan as you fluttered around him. He pushed in slowly until he was seated all the way, starting a lazy rhythm of pushing and pulling you on his cock. “Go on DW. Get in there.”

Dean pulled you back on his cock and held you there, DW kneeling in front of you. You took his cock in your mouth, lapping at the head gently the way you knew Dean liked. DW’s hands instantly shot to your head and he groaned.

“Let us know if it’s too much,” said Dean before his hands pushed your hips forward and you took more of DW’s cock in your mouth. You groaned and were pulled back onto Dean, pushed forward again and already your head was spinning. You felt so used and dirty, DW’s hands gripping your hair tighter. You swallowed around him once and he swore, Dean chuckling behind you. He slid one hand off your hip and around your front, fingers teasing your clit again as you were bounced back and forth between the two men.

“I’m gonna...” said DW. You readied yourself and swallowed him down as he came, a little bit sweeter than Dean tasted. Dean rubbed your clit fast as he pounded into you more quickly, your orgasm hitting you while you were still full of them both. You moaned and felt wetness inside of you, Dean taking a few deep breaths as he slowed and pulled out. DW moved away from your mouth and you lay down on the bed, rolling to your back.

“How was that?” asked Dean, kissing your cheek.

“Intense,” you said. Dean got up and grabbed a washcloth from the sink, wiping you clean. DW excused himself to the bathroom and you brushed your teeth at the sink in your room, Dean plopping down in bed before you joined him again. You were both quiet as you lay there with a thin sheet covering yourselves, barely catching DW walk past in the hall. “Hey. Come back in here, DW.”

“You good dude?” asked Dean, his eyes already shut and you knew he was going to be asleep soon. 

“Oh yeah, that was...nice. I had fun. I wanted to give you your alone time,” he said.

“Come on,” you said patting the spot beside you. “I know one thing about Dean Winchester’s for sure and it’s that they love an after sex cuddle. Get your tush in here.”

He was a bit sheepish but he did join you in bed, eventually curling into your side.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

“You’ll find somebody, DW,” you said with a smile. “Tonight just enjoy this. We sure did.”

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[littlelittlebear]

Two Drifters | 3/3 Jeronica Secret Santa

@fangstomysweetpea oh my god.... its finally time!!! 

The moment i’ve been aching for is finally here and i am HYPE

Happy Christmas my dear Tumblr-friend, I hope you enjoy this jeronica playlist/au/riverdale rewrite.

A couple things first, the descriptions on each song are just an outline as to whats happening in that moment/what the song calls for. Also, this is like a story, so its not really something you can play on shuffle lol. I’m confident you didn’t really need these “instructions” lmao, just want you to have a bomb-ass jeronica experience XDD

Also, you don’t have to “follow” the descriptions when you think them out, you can completely take the reigns too if you’d like!

So.... here ya go!!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MflcKtyBDRjnP0giX03X4?si=ZcsD0GfxR0KevhgDpTZVKQ

And here are the descriptions-

Oxford Comma-

Locking eyes for the first time… wow. Just- everything is in slow motion.

Baby Doll-

Slow dancing in Pop’s after the dance. (V goes to Pop’s instead of Archie)

Can I call you tonight?-

Jughead and Veronica’s moments of glee when they finally set up a date with each other. Veronica squeals and jumps up and down, Jughead punches the air, they both fall down on the bed with blissful looks on their faces. Two cinnamon rolls.

“So, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yes! *Too enthusiastic- calm down Veronica* Yes. Call me tonight.”

*Que music*

Just Like a Movie-

Jughead calls this their theme song one day when they’re just hanging out in the student lounge as a joke.

Scrawny-

Veronica calls this Jughead’s theme song in response, they have a good laugh and Jughead rolls his eyes at the lyrics A LOT.

Space Girl-

Jughead calls this Veronica’s theme song- because she’s “oUt oF tHiS worLD!”.

She smacks his arm for being so cheesy.

Good Morning-

The morning after they do the “horizontal tango” with each other for the first time, they dance in Veronica’s kitchen, knowing all the words- only to be interrupted by an amused Hermione Lodge.

Unforgettable-

Their first Christmas together, spent snowed in at The Pembrooke. But honestly, they don’t mind.

Shake it out-

Jughead and Veronica cry together after her parents blackmail them/force them to break up. #parentssuck.

Your star-

Coping with the breakup, newsflash- they aren’t, or when they are... they don’t go the healthiest route. So. Much. Angst.

Rare-

Veronica changes up her style a little bit, which really is just lower cut tops, just trying to forget about Jughead- does a lil sexy performance singing to this at a pep rally.

Out the door-

Jughead never leaving the depressional stage of grief.                                

+ Exchanging broken looks that just scream “I’m not over you.”

I can’t get you off my mind-

Drunkenly hooking up at a party because their tension recently had just been… w o w

Drugs-

Sneaking around- sexy times ;)

Why Do You Love Me-

Having a screaming match, then a very angry/hot makeup session, then very angry sex XD

The Wind-

After some hOrIzOnTaL TaNGo at Sweetwater River, they admit that they can’t keep away from each other, saying that they love each other for the first time- followed by Veronica crying tears of joy cuz she’s never done that before- and that they’re going to work everything out, together. They just hold each other after that.

“I love you, Princess.”

Veronica props herself on her elbow to face him (they were laying down before)

Jughead sees her widened eyes. “Y-you don’t have to say it back, I know its ha-“

“I love you too, Jug”

You and I-

Montage of working at Pop’s for summer, ending with a jam sesh in Jughead’s trailer- Veronica just in his shirt and Jughead just in his sweats. FP comes in, surprised to see Veronica, but welcomes her easily. FP and Veronica bond, and he embarrasses Jug with some baby photos. While Jug’s probably beet-red, he can’t help but completely oggle at Veronica- happy that they don’t have to hide from his dad anymore.

Start a Riot-

Jeronica send a little message to Hiram through security cameras (they just make out lmao), showing that he can’t keep them apart. They then proceed to trash Hiram’s jingle jangle lab. :)

Moon River-

Slow dancing after having been crowned homecoming King and Queen. And of course, because Veronica is 1/2 of this relationship- this becomes their song.

“That’s us.”

“What do you mean?” Veronica asks, confused.

“The two drifters in the song. ‘Two drifters, off to see the world.’ That’s us”

Veronica’s eyes start to gloss.

“I absolutely love that. And you.”

Teenagers-

Being the badass power couple they are, being 100% team Serpent against the Bulldogs during the riots. Its all one long shot too- no cuts :))

A Sunday Kind of Love-

Looking at each other in slow motion (wow- I really love putting stuff in slow motion) when Veronica is officially named Serpent queen, they’re absolutely smitten with each other. Cut to them dancing in the Wyrm to the song, discussing how they’re going to make their big debut as Riverdale’s resident power couple… second to Choni of course.

“So… now that I’m your queen, I was thinking had a debut of sorts. Just to educate the public of this new order.” Veronica jabs, only kind of joking.

Jughead laughs, but it sounds more of a huff.

“Could you settle for a hand-in-hand entrance at school? Or would you be more comfortable with a red carpet event?”

Glory-

Veronica and Jughead walking into school as Serpent Royalty with matching Serpent jackets- no special colours thank you very much. You can bet your ass its in slow motion.

Worlds Apart-

Veronica crying at Jughead’s bed-side after the Ghoulies fuck him up.

Boss Bitch-

Veronica gets revenge on the Ghoulies and Penny Peabody with the help of the female Serpents, the River vixens, Hermione, Betty, and Alice.

Le Symbolique-

Veronica and Jughead reunite from his state of unconsciousness, this whole sequence is in slow motion, with a lot of white lighting/glare. Jughead almost died and just that thought alone KILLED Veronica.

“Jug I was so scared-“

“Shush Ronnie, let me look at you.” His teary eyes trace over Veronica’s face with a beaming smile, before he brings his girlfriend closer and kisses the top of her forehead.

Harmony Hall- 

Some core four bliss before it gets chaotic again, with a side of Jeronica and Barchie cuddles.

Not Your Barbie Girl-

A River vixen performance, Jughead is so fricken in love with Ronnie right now cuz she’s just RADIATING empowerment.

Therefore I Am- 

Jeronica sends Hiram to jail again after a bomb ass one liner from Veronica:

“Mija, you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Only one thing’s false in that sentence Hiram, I’m not your Mija anymore.”

(HELP ME I CAN’T WRITE)

*Proud Jughead smirk*

This Life-

Veronica meeting JB and Gladys, them getting along great- just a wholesome Lodge/Jones get-together.

Don’t Call Me Angel-

Veronica changes her name to Luna, fully emancipating herself from Hiram, and this gets Jughead really turned on XD

Sway With Me-

La Bonne Nuit’s first successful night, Josie, Veronica, Toni, and Cheryl perform. Veronica somehow convinces Jughead to dance with her in public. Think Moulin Rouge’s Diamond Dogs type editing.

My Oh My- 

Getting screwed over my Hiram, Veronica is in a TON of debt and needs some “stress relief” with Jughead. He obliges. Happily.

HIP-

Veronica and Cheryl start their rum business, Jughead helps and oml he’s so proud of her. Btw, Cheronica are HUGE badasses right now.

Bury a friend-

Surviving Eversgreen Forest and Penelope Blossom…

Youth-

The core four are free from the forest, successfully escaping Penelope Blossom. Jughead and Veronica share a tearful but happy kiss, laying down on the back of a truck.

Don’t Take The Money-

The core four hang out at pops and promise to have fun this senior year, Jughead steals Veronica’s cherry from her milkshake, but being so vulnerable to Midget’s (He calls her Midget. Yup.) puppy dog eyes, he makes it up to her by sharing his fries. 

“And for a brief, shining moment, we were kids again.” all that good shiz

The Four Seasons: “Winter”-

Jeronica hangs with the Stonewall psychos.

(Online Love)-

Veronica and Jughead FaceTime and Veronica has this vibe like she’s the montage of the hero’s dead girlfriend in a movie. Like her hair is all splayed out on her pillow and she’s all smiley-

“You look like an angel right now- with your hair like a halo and how much you’re smiling.”

Veronica laughs

“Well it’s your fault I’m smiling you idiot.” Her voice softens towards the end of the sentence.

“I love you too, Ron.”

El Tejano-

Party at Stonewall, Jeronica are absolutely WASTED. Fun fact- Jughead get’s really into PDA when he’s drunk

Burned Out- 

Oh shit… I guess Jughead is dead now. (dw, Betty’s still the one who “kills him”)

Claire de Lune-

Just kidding, he’s alive, and he and Veronica have a really cute moment in the bunker. Veronica starts reading his novel, per his request, and he just starts playing this on the record player and she smiles but her eyes are still on the book. He just kind of watches her, and when she starts beaming at the book he can’t help but kiss her right there. Then they just cuddle and little bit, Veronica on Jug’s lap, reading the book some more.

Girls Like GIrls-

Veronica has to prove Jughead is dead, so she and Betty kinda sorta… make out. Like, a lot. Betty is dating Archie at this point, and he’s the one who gets “mad”. But basically Betty and Veronica end up making out again cuz they spot Donna watching them. Veronica is a bi con, and Betty might be too but everyones in denial so *shrugs*.

Dream Lover-

(Time skip, because I’m lazy) Jughead’s alive again, sadly, his spot at NYU was taken by well, Veronica. Luckily, after pulling some strings, she surprises Jug with a full-ride acceptance letter from NYU starting second semester.

Magic Moments-

Yay! Prom! Barchie gets crowned king and queen (Beronica was kind of forgotten about, but thats fine, because we’re here for Jeronica first). While Betty and Archie are totally lost in each other, Jughead and Veronica are just kind of joking around on the side. While it’s Barchie’s moment, Jeronica is still looking pretty damn cute rn. Also, this becomes Barchie’s song!!

Oxford comma-

The song comes through the speaker at prom, Jughead invites Veronica to dance. As they sway, they gaze at one another like they’re seeing one another for the first time, to the song that started it all. 

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And thats it! Thats Jeronica’s story from season one to season four, I hope you have a very merry Christmas and I hope you liked your presents! Also, if anyone feels like adding on to the dialogue or using any of the points in a fic or even making a whole ass fanfiction- please do!! I didn’t do this justice with my mediocre quotes so it would actually be preferred XD.

And again, happy Christmas :))

[ranmanjuu]

Me again sorry if I’m spamming can request how the boys react to going to the future with mc be everywhere’s in lockdown thank you and stay safe love you~ (๑ゝω╹๑)

there’s probably a shit ton of them hcs around these parts and i feel like i’m just re-wording a lot of things so like,, ahaha i’m sorry. also the character cast is u-t forces cause ngl we have a lot of oda forces request previously and the coming requests dw just showing love to my kasugayama boys

—shingen:

the moment you stepped into the good ol’ modern times, the first thing you realized was that there’s a pandemic going on and with shingen being immunocompromised, it’s surely a danger more than ever. without a word, you quickly drag him into your apartment first thing’s first.

you quickly told him to take a shower (to which he’d probably jokingly invite you in, but to be fair, he doesn’t really know how bathtubs and shower heads are used). you didn’t have men’s clothing, not for his size so to say, so you just settled with your big, stretchy jackets you had.

after explaining the situation, you did consider going to the hospital for his treatment,, on one hand, if shingen doesn’t do it, he’ll. . .you know. and if he does, there’s a chance that he could get infected (with hospitals being a breeding ground for the virus). 

in the end, you decided to do it.

even after that, you were always careful with things like going out, mostly you taking care of the shopping and everything. you kept reminding him to wash his hands, social distance, etc.

and frankly, while he understands social distancing, he doesn’t like it. he just wants to hug and kiss his deity lover! prepare for the man to just recite poems so damn dramatically for this.

(^ this includes the amount of pickup lines increasing by a lot. the fact that he can now search some up from google doesn’t help.)

there’s a lot of things you do in quarantine, and you’ve found that the amount of carpentry has increased significantly prior to this.

said carpentry ranges from tables and chairs, to small decoration carvings of birds and the likes. the smell of wood now wafts in the air more than ever.

you’ve now replaced yukimura for his dieting of sweets. his illness may be gone, but teeth problems could still arise! but shingen can have some modern candy once in a while, as a treat. 

as for the reaction of the future in general—shingen finds it so, so warming how relatively peaceful it is compared to the sengoku. yes, protests are happening and there’s practically a new type of war going on (he most certainly advocates for human rights, etc), but it’s a step to a new light. a world he wants.

—kenshin:

you’ve had conversations of the future before—most of them on a,,, bizzare note, with the topic being on swords and war (or lack thereof), etc. a silent agreement was made between you two to not have kenshin be in the future since he’s missing one of the things he ‘needs to live with’ (them being war, sake, and you).

but a lot of improv had to be done when the wormhole was much more stubborn and managed to pull you through.

right after you figured out what happened, a security guard immediately came and told you to wear a mask (considering it’s a must). you had to haul kenshin back to your house before he attacks the guard with his sword.

after cleaning the two of you from any virus, you began running things over to him about the future. aaaand he’s already thinking about keeping you in your house by any means so you don’t get caught by it.

but you managed to convince him otherwise, you did have to go shopping and the thought of kenshin doing it with all the foreign technology around him made you sweat nervously.

no, kenshin, sake isn’t a need but you will buy it for him cause he won’t be able to survive, you feel.

you thought a peaceful modern world was bad enough for kenshin to reside in, ohoho, wait until you realize he can’t even go outside and fight sasuke and all that jazz.

a thought crossed your mind to learn how to duel and fight using mop sticks but he shot down that thought.

in the meantime, most of your days were spent in the garden with his sea of bunnies (how they got there, you don’t know) and mostly tending to them so they don’t contract the virus (kenshin almost flipped when you told him that rabbits could do that).

and by night, you spent it by looking out to the city skies (but the light from the buildings doesn’t hit like the stars do) and drinking sake.

he’d also be against social distancing, but—unsurprisingly—only to you. after a while that rule goes out the window as he cuddles you to death from being touch-starved.

i feel like he’d be interested in the past (or future, to him) wars just because. he’d read up about the wars from all sorts of places. and sometimes, you’d catch him with a deadly smile and say, “that sounds like a great idea, i should wage one like that.”

you had to remind him no, you can’t start a war cause you want to.

—yukimura:

he’d flip straight up by the idea of there being a pandemic in your time. you never talked about this when you told him you came from the future!

he’d probably groan at first with the thought of having to hole up for a long time, but he’d quickly understand. it’s for the benefit of the immunocompromised and the old, he’d like to help by following the rules.

besides, he has you. he’ll cope.

at first, his plan was for you to just let him do all the work during lockdown, like going out and stuff. he was non-chalant, if a bit stubborn.

until you mention groceries.

you start firing him questions, do you know what we need? do you know how much of it we need? or which one is which at all?

he shuts up after that.

yukimura will definitely do those workout things on youtube, and you’ll probably be roped into it. rip to you but you’re gettin’ buff during these lazy times.

small, silly arguments would most likely be the norm for you. it’s a bit of spicy bickering back and forth, you both find it amusing and it’s a way to stimulate the brain, no matter how stupid the topic is.

it can range from if mugwort mochi is better than chestnut dumplings, and you’ve even gone out to search for light topics to have small debates over.

occasionally, he’d invite you outside to watch the skies. the colorful lights from the tall buildings kind of reminds you of the loud fireworks during the festival back in the sengoku—only if they became stars instead.

much like shingen, yukimura is thankful of the positive changes in the future. horrible things may have stayed, but as long as there are people advocating for a fair and peaceful world, he can spend his days beside you.

—sasuke:

as any situation, sasuke was prepared as ever. the second you went to the modern days, he pulled out a spare mask (dw it’s clean) from his pocket and handed it to you. remembering the rule of mandatory masks, you quickly put it on.

you couldn’t really have a discussion about time-travel in the open, so you both went to your apartment.

sasuke is definitely well-versed in the virus, dumping most everything he knows unto you to better arm you with it yourself.

somehow, he could calculate how much groceries and overall shopping in any timeframe. a month, two, etc. so you find yourself bringing him out shopping with you.

since he’s now in the modern world, the amount of him being holed up kinda increases. if he’s learnt so much from a youtube tutorial, imagine the absolute machine he’d be by the end of it.

yeah he’s that guy who learns 45 million skills.

sasuke might seem unbothered by having to keep distance from you, but he really isn’t. you can tell; by the way his lips tighten, or the way his eyebrows furrow sometimes.

would regularly remind you to wash your hands, and would always say to take a bath each time you go home from the outside. if you’re ever sick, he’ll somehow have the perfect medicine ready.

you binge watch shows all the time, it’s another form of bonding cause you two already know about them. you’d spend nights on the couch with a blanket and snacks, discussing about things ranging from theories to crack cotent.

you really wouldn’t trade it for the world.

—yoshimoto:

honestly, yoshimoto isn’t even much interested in the future. mostly just how far art’s gotten (and trust me, it’s gotten so far). such is the situation when the wormhole caught you two.

he probably got sidetracked from the first art he could see (probably street art in this scenario) after you barely identified you went to the future.

again you must haul this pretty man after being told off by a security guard for not wearing a mask.

your biggest problem is probably his massive fascination with modern art. endless hours were used to have a talk that, no, he can’t go to an exhibit right now.

so you improvise.

you gave him a hand-me-down phone, or just share a laptop, and teach him the concept of digital art, along with how to operate certain social medias so he can browse around.

downside is he is currently—and unknowingly— planning to get you broke by commissioning artists. also he may or may not’ve been doing posting questionable things on his accounts (you really shouldn’t’ve given him one,,)

and so to fix the problem created to solve a problem, you decided to take it into your own hands.

popping out all the drawing supplies you’ve ever had, you began to doodle anything and everything, every day. and each one, you’d show it off to yoshimoto like a child to their parent.

and each time, he still looks at them so lovingly, no matter if it could hypothetically be classified as chicken scratches. as long as you make it, in his mind, it’ll be something worth cherished for.

but your strong suit has always been stitching, so you start a lot of projects of art on clothing. it counts as the one above.

oh—you know those pretty cloth masks? you now have about 100 of these at least, courtesy to yoshimoto.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Onsra- Chapter 1: Late Days and Awkward Encounters

vampire!jungkook x female reader

warnings for this chapter: pure awkwardness 

If you haven’t read the prologue, do that first!! PROLOGUE

word count: 1.5k

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3 months earlier…(before the prologue)

“Y/N! Get out of bed right now! You are not leaving me to endure mathematics by myself today!” Your best friend yanks the covers off your head in an unforgiving manner, throwing them to the floor and pouncing on top of you. You shriek when her skinny fingers dig into your sides and start tickling mercilessly.

“Get off! I’m up, I’m up! Stop it!”

Ga-In laughs and rolls away from you, squealing when you shove her off the bed. She hits the floor with a loud thunk and pouts when you smirk at her while looking off the edge of your bed. “I told you to stop, don’t give me that look.” You stick your tongue out at her and she chuckles, lifting herself off the ground and pretending to smack you, “get up, lazy butt. We’re already going to have to run to catch the bus.” You sigh and force yourself to stand up, despite your sore muscles screaming at you to get back in bed.

A quick look in the closet shows that you’re going to need to do laundry, but you make the best of it for the moment by grabbing the cleanest looking pair of jeans off the floor and spritzing them with perfume. 

You pull them on and scavenge the room for a decent shirt.

Because frick doing the wash. 

Ga-In is huffing and puffing next to you while the two of you practically sprint for the bus stop. Her asthma is probably kicking in, but your guessing her panting is also partly out of the rage she has for a certain someone making you both late again today. 

You start to laugh at the ridiculous situation while you truck along, backpacks flopping wildly and Ga-In clutching her skirt for dear life against the wind. People stare at the pair of you as you streak past them, apologizing if you knock into anyone. You’re starting to choke because you can’t breathe and run and laugh all at the same time, and Ga-In hears your giggles.

“Shut the heck up, y/n. I could literally kill you right now if I wasn’t so focused on not dying." 

That sends you into another fit of hysteria and you trip on a crack in the sidewalk, slamming to the ground with enough force to make pain go shooting through your wrist. Ga-In almost trips herself when she stops abruptly to see if you’re okay. She bends down and shakes her head when she sees you laughing and crying at the same time, "are you okay? Clumsy. Here, give me your hand.” You reach out and take her outstretched hand, letting her pull you to your feet.

You can’t decide if crying or laughing is the better way to go, so you just stick with alternating between both. The fall was painful, especially on your wrist, but the whole situation and the way you must’ve looked when you tripped makes you unable to stop laughing at yourself.

You look around, up, down and anywhere but your best friend while you try to blink the tears away and swallow the remaining painful giggles. Ga-In chuckles next to you, shaking her head, “really, y/n? A tiny crack in the sidewalk?” You glare at her as you wipe your eyes and shoulder your bag back into position.

“Well, we can’t all be as perfect as you, Ga-In. After you.” You sweep your arms out in front of you dramatically to tell her to keep walking. Ga-In bows and proceeds to skip ahead, “you know I love you, stinker.”

“Well, I hate you so.”

“y/n! Shut up and hurry.”

“I’m coming, geez.”

~

Needless to say; you miss the bus. It’s only a minute until your math class starts and your professor is always strict about students being tardy, so you run with all the strength left in you as you two dodge around people crowding the college campus. You’re only a few paces behind Ga-In, who’s reached the door, curse her long legs, and is holding it open for you; when you run right smack into someone who was crossing your path. 

Your momentum and how hard you hit them sends your body flying backwards and crashing to the ground. You barely register that the boy who accidently cut your b-line to the door hasn’t even fallen and he’s apologizing quietly, before you leap to your feet and dart past him; not sparing him a single glance but gracing him with a quick ‘I’m so sorry!’ as you sprint for the open door. 

You don’t dare stay behind and risk the wrath of Mr. Sung today.

The young man looks after you and bites back a shy smile, shoving his friends off him when they start to tease, “ohhh, someone’s got a crush.” He groans and pushes the other boy away from him, “get off. We’re late for class.”

~

Your eyes scan the cafeteria when you walk in; girls and guys alike either walk aimlessly picking a random table, or shoulder past people to sit with their groups. Ga-In waves at you from across the room and you smile and wave back, pointing at the lunch line and mouthing 'I need food’.

She nods and sends you a thumbs up; assuring you she’s got a seat saved. You scoot into the line and grab a tray, scanning the options to pick from quickly before your stomach implodes with hunger, when you overhear a girl whisper to her friend next to you.

“Did you hear about it?”

“About what?” Her friend whispers a little louder and the first girl shushes her before continuing, “-the police found a body yesterday. Someone was murdered.” Your eyes widen a tad, but you smile at the lady behind the counter and point to a sandwich, “that one please.” You keep pretending like you aren’t listening in on the girls’ conversation.

No. You’re not listening in. You just happened to hear a little something. A little something about a body. A supposed murder. Wait, what else was she saying now?

Against your better judgement; you lean a little closer to them and almost choke on your own breath when they suddenly walk away, whispering and sharing secrets without including you, who obviously just wanted to know a little info. What harm could that bring? 

What really startled you though, was how abruptly they get out of line, which sends you stumbling a little. You accidently step on the foot of the person that was behind them and apologize profusely, “oh gosh, I’m sorry. I- I’m a little out of it today.” You haven’t met his eyes. 

Yes, it’s a he and you can tell from his black combat boots. Which is actually why you’re so nervous.

You know those boots.

The same boy that you ran into before math today. 

He most likely hates you now for running away so quick after that incident. He must think you’re so rude, but you didn’t see him fall so you thought he was fine! 

You just stare at the lace on his boots, noticing that he tied them on the second to last line of lace holes. That’s kind of annoying, but whatever. 

It’s silent for a minute so you start to turn to walk away before he mentions anything from earlier, but then you hear his quiet and low voice mumble almost incoherently, “uh no, no it’s okay.” You smile and bow, but still refuse to look at his face, because if he’s cute then you’ll just have to chuck yourself out the window. You can see he bows as well as you turn to scurry to safety.

Shaking your head in disbelief at your rotten luck today, you swerve around the other students and head straight for Ga-In, who’s eating silently in the corner. As you pass a table of boys you hear one speak lowly to his friend, “dude, did you see the news?” That sparks your interest and you try to slow down subtly, listening intently to what they’re talking about. Maybe you’ll get a little more detail than those girls cared to give. The second boy appears to shake his head and the first scoots closer holding his phone out to show him a picture.

“They found a body yesterday and the police think the killer is going to strike again.” His friend just laughs and shakes his head, “how can they know that?” Boy number one scoffs and taps away on his phone.

“You seriously need to pay better attention to the news, dude. There have been four murders in the past week before this one, and it’s all the same guy.”

“Oh yeah? How do they know that for sure?" 

You’re probably looking like a creeper right now because you’ve come to a full stop behind them, clutching your tray and trying to get a glimpse of the picture on his phone. 

"Because they were all done the same way and all of them were in Seoul, idiot. It’s definitely a serial killer." 

Your breath catches in your throat at his next words, ”-the police found the same marks on every body they found. Two puncture wounds on them, nothing else. The report says it seems like they bled to death…but, there wasn’t much blood at the crime scene.“

Well….that’s absolutely horrifying.

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a/n: I hope you guys like this one, dw it’ll start getting good soon ;) thanks for reading! Let me know what you think :)

[oikaw-ugh]

ok i just saw justine requested for 1 already so imma go ahead and request for 3 LOLOLOL

HALLO SOPH, HAHAHAH SHDBHADB THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING INTERESTED WITH MY OCs I love them so much, too!

Tagging Pilar and Dilag as well! @ineedselfcontrol-helpme ​ and @applepienation ​ (insert sparkle emoji since I’m at the PC)

Also! I posted my other fanart of them and a couple of canons I made before hehehhe (at the very bottom)

Full name

Fujiwara Maria (Breath of Nature)

Preferred name/nickname

Maria

Generally referred to as

The mother who has Daddy issues HAHAHAHAHHA

Appearance

Sex: Female

Height: 5'4"

Weight: Somewhere around 60-80 kilos hehe

Build: Voluptuous? Did i spell that right?

Hair: Her hair is curly and it used to reach up to her elbows but now it’s up to her jaw.

Skin: Fair complexion. Fujita did say her face is smooth but her arms are rough. (Notice how Fujita does all the commenting? She’s a bitch)

Eyes: Her eyes are inspired by Muzan’s! They are green in color but the slits are very demon-like which scares other slayers sometimes.

Mouth: Not too thin but not too full.

Hands: Small! She hates it because anyone can literally wrap their fingers on her hands and wrist.

Feet: Small.

Scars: None.

Other features: 

Noteable features: a helix piercing.

Voice

Accent: Very motherly-like? It reminds you of a mother.

Verbal Ticks: Has difficulty with pronouncing ‘r’

Language: Let’s assume they speak Nihonggo.

Articulation: 

Laughter: She usually sounds like a choking chicken.

Grump: She mutters under hear breath when she’s mad. Like, Fujita is convinced Maria is into witchcraft when she mumbles.

Breathing: She does the ‘OWWWWW’ Amida does.

Mannerism

Face: She’s not frowning but she’s not smirking either. It’s like (o_o) but not as creepy as Junko’s.

Hands: Knuckle cracks.

Legs/Feet: She likes to Indian(?) sit

Habits: She chews her nails.

Posture: Kind of slouching. 

Walking posture: She kinds of slouch when walking.

Sitting posture: She slouches, too.

Personal space: She likes receiving hugs from Fujita, Amida, and Junko (which happens rarely since the whole lot is not that expressive smh)

Personal

Spacial awareness: She usually can’t tell HAHAHHAHA

Sleep: She sleeps late. She’s very productive at night.

Excercise: Being a slayer.

Activity: She does the chores unconsciously. She just hates getting dirty so she does the chores first since she can’t really rely on Fujita. Amida and Junko helps though but they are not that good (at least for her)

Cleanliness: She likes to keep things clean.

Odour: She smells like nature!

Medical drugs: None

Narcotics: None

Addictions: Coffee

Illness: None

Injuries: None

Parasites: None

Other:

Introvert/Extrovert: An introvert. 

Diet: She eats anything edible. HAHAHAHAHAHHA survival to the fittest

Optimist/Pessimist: In between? 

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Romantic: She’s never tried to be in love so I can’t tell. She does get jealous of partners being affectionate to one another (not her getting jealous when she went for Fujita and Amida's wedding but is also too tired for commitment. I mean, being a demon slayer is already a big commitment-)

Memory: Poor. HAHAHAHAH.

Planning: THE BRAIN OF THE GROUP. BE IT AT THE FIELD OR JUST AT A NORMAL BASIS. EVERYONE THINKS SHE IS RIGHT AND SHE IS MOST OF THE TIME THOUGH.

Pensive: Her famous line: “Ah, shit. I shouldn’t have done that, right?”

Intuition: She’s good at it! She’s the brain.

Goals: To protect her friends in honor with her senpais.

Insecurities: Her scars from the demon who tried to kill her.

Achievements: She became one of the most highly-regarded demon slayer.

Anxiety: Deadlines. And the sound of her speaking crow.

Overwhelmed: When she sees too much blood. She can handle it but...not too much.

Self-help: She sucks surprisingly! She’s good at giving advice but she can’t apply them on her own. But Junko, Amida, and Maria has her back dw.

Comforts: Her friends.

Philosophy: To do things in honor for her deceased fathers and her demon slayer senpais who saved her from that hellhole

Triggers: Demons.

The Past

Parents/Guardians: She lives with her father. At their village, rumors spread that there’s actually a demon living at the mountain near their village. Men of their village decided to raid the mountain in the hopes of killing this demon.

With this, she was forced to live on a different household, working as their maid for the mean time while her father is away. But surprisingly...the village never heard about the men for months after they left. A survivor managed to return though, only to say that the people shouldn't expect for the rest, including Maria's father.

School: Her father thought her the essential skills for her to survive (cleaning, cooking, even hunting)

Adolescence: She gained more weight and she grew taller.

Leaving home: Didn’t mean much to her. It was leaving her father’s memories behind that pains her.

Further education:

Life events: She grew hysterical when a survivor from the group of men who raided the demon’s den was able to come back to the village. No one believed him when he told them that he’s the only one who survived.

Maria refused to believe his bullshit and so, she went to the mountain herself, only to be knocked out unconscious by the demon the moment she went in the abandoned house.

Worst day of their life: When she raided the demon’s lair alone. She was mad, yes, but she was terrified as well.

Lessons: Things just don’t go according to your way sometimes.

The Relationships

Family: She grew with her father but he unfortunately died. When she was knocked out by the demon, she had to be surrounded by corps for months and that developed her slight trauma for blood. Waiting for her end, she was miraculously rescued by these 'demon slayers' who would become her senpais.

Her senpais are both members of the demon slayer corps who were tasked to kill this demon. Maria was the only one alive amidst the sea of corpses so they took her in.

Because of this, Maria was inspired to become a demon slayer, not only as a sign of gratitude but also as a way to avenge her father.

Notice how her clothing has onion-print on them and she has her tips dyed pink? Because her other senpai loved onions and they also had onion-print on ther uniform while the other had their hair dyed pink. She did these to honor her senpais. I mean, okay Maria you are grateful but that's just plain weird.

She then meets Junko, Fujita, and Amida who became her friends and her family.

Friendships: Junko, Fujita and, Amida.

Friends in need: She will not hesitate to HELP you.

Annoyance: She grumbles a lot! She wouldn’t speak her thoughts but you’d hear her mumbling underneath her breath. Again, witchcraft according to Fujita.

Romance: Heard of it but never tried it. In the future, she knows it, she wants to try it, but is too lazy.

Marital problems: bich?

Adversaries: -

Enemies: Demons, dirt, and insects.

Strangers: She’s very approachable even though she is an introvert.

Fun stuff: She loves to eat onions! (raw, caramelized, or what)

Dating: None

Best friend: Amida, Junko, and Fujita

Love: Her father, her senpais, her friends.

Respect: Her father for risking his life and her senpais for saving her. Fujita for accepting her despite of being a 'commoner' (we all know Fujita is joking but Maria took it personally. Not offended though). Junko for letting her in her life despite her trauma and Amida for accepting her even if she couldn't replace his senpai.

Interactions

Mingling: She’s very timid at first but she’d warm up eventually.

Comfort levels: Comfortable talking to people who are older than her. She thinks younger people are as stubborn as Fujita.

Physical: She likes to give cuddles occasionally. Well, shed love to all the time only if her gang is into physical touch.

Group: She looks fine but she’s very anxious deep inside when talking to a group of people.

Jealous: Of those who still have their father.

Temper: SHORT. Like an asian mom’s.

Empathy: She feels for her friends. They all had it rough in different ways.

Affectionate: MOTHERLY-LIKE.

Distaste: When she hates someone, she tries to be kind to them. Fujita tells her to just straight ass tell them she dislikes them but Maria is too kind for that.

Responsibility: To eliminate every demon she sees.

Self-esteem: Normal. 

Honesty: I wouldn’t say honest but secretive? Like, if you didn’t ask, she wouldn’t say.

Leader or follower: A LEADER. Though she’s confused why but she is.

Praise: She likes them!

Criticism: She accepts them!

Insults: She disregards them. She knows better anyway.

Embarrassment: Hmmmm when they see her eat raw onions? Because that’s disgusting for some?

Flirting: Haven’t tried.

Attention span: OOMF! Poor when not on a mission. But when she is on a mission, she becomes very attentive.

This is my last post of being a dork so might as well pour out all of my nerdiness >=]]]]]

MARIA

•Maria is the eldest of the 4 and is the first one to join DSC.

•Maria has her hair pink and her clothes designed with onion patters to honor her seniors who saved her from the demon near her village. (Emphasized on her back story)

•Maria was attacked by the demon residing at the mountains near her village. Hitting her head with shards of glass, specifically her eyes. This is then the reason why she wears glasses. (Emphasized on her back story).

•Maria is the mother figure of the 3. 

•Maria has separation anxiety because of her daddy issues. (Emphasized on her back story).

•With her sepanx, Maria would insist on having the group in tack in missions even if the situation demands the 4 to split 

•Maria, being treated like Cinderella from the household who sheltered her, is used to chores.

•Maria fights the cleanest.

JUNKO

•Junko joined DSC next after being influenced by Maria.

•Junko came from a wealthy family.

•Junko hates her father and his principles in life.

•Junko always had her hair tied up because she hated the fact that men loved her straight and silky hair.

•She also always had her hair cut raggedly (?) because men adored her straight hair.

•Junko hates talking about beauty. She thinks that everything and everyone is beautiful and must not be questioned.

•Junko hates arrogant, ignorant, and disrespectful men (emphasis on men).

•Junko, surprisingly, can tolerate Amida and he is so far, the only man who can touch her with ease.

•Growing from a rich family, Junko is accustomed with poetries, books, and paintings. These are the things Junko and Fujita get along well.

FUJITA

•Fujita came from a wealthy family.

•Fujita has brother complex hehe.

•Fujita, after hearing her brother's death, disappeared from her household for months. Eventually, she came back with dirty clothes, bloody wound, and with Maria, Junko, and Amida. At this point, she has already joined the DSC.

•Maria and Junko found Fujita fighting with the drunkards the night Maria and Junko indirectly adopted Fujita. Fearing for her life, they had no choice but to fight back against the drunkards.

•Fujita emphasizes on how Maria, Junko, and her should eventually retire and settle down with someone wealthy. (Maria and Junko hates this discussion)

•Growing from a wealthy family, she is used of things going according to her way so she is used on bossing everyone around.

•She likes Amida??? SIKE THEY'RE MARRIED

AMIDA

•Amida, after running away, was homeless for months. With no food, no shelter, and no money. (Emphasized on his back story).

•Amida loved his senpai so much up to this day, he dreams of meeting with him once again.

•Amida's biggest fear is to know that his senpai has turned in to a demon.

•Fujita found Amida on the streets. He had no choice but to go with Fujita because of starvation, homelessness, and dehydration.

•Amida seems like the only person who couldn't tolerate Fujita's banters and orders.

•Amida sympathizes with Maria. As much as possible, he helps with the responsibilities.

•Amida is a fast runner. Very much useful when fighting.

•Amida grew in the streets with senpai and is used to fights. Fighting against demons is not new to him.

•Amida considers himself bisexual. Aside from Senpai, the only person he admired is Fujita (romantically or platonically, it will be unanswered). He admires how she, with no doubt, brought him along with her when he had nothing.  THEY'RE MARRIED THO SO JOKE'S ON U

Amida

Junko

Fujita

[marinerainbow]

Hi! I have a Darkwing request! In the show, there is one clip where Gos needs to get in bed, but she won’t. So Drake chases her, until he gets distracted. It was such a cute moment! I was wondering if you could write just a small amount of family fluff, where Drake is chasing Gos around the house, while Launchpad watches, possibly cheering them both on. It’s ok if you don’t! No pressure! That moment is just really cute!

EEEE!!!! I DIDNT EXPECT A REQUEST THIS EARLY!!!! THANK YOU!!!

Anyways, I better calm down so you can (hopefully) enjoy a drabble! I'm still new to writing so hopefully it wont suck too much.

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"GOSALYN!"

The red headed girl slid under the coffee table, her father jumped over it.

Launchpad was standing off to the side as he watched his two best friends chase each other around the house. He knew well by now it was best to stay out of the way when they got like this.

"C'mon 'DW!" The pelican called out after dodging the two speeding avians, "Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if 'Gos stayed up for a little longer?" He asked, trying to reach a compromise.

"Yeah dad!" Of course Gosalyn would agree with that, "It's only 10:30! I'm twelve now so I can stay up a bit longer!"

Drake may have been a crime fighting hero, but if there was one person in the entire world who could give him a run for his money, it was most definitely his daughter. He may have been fighting criminals for years, but Gosalyn was small, a hockey player, and spirited.

"Staying up past your bedtime is bad for your health!" Drake exclaimed after emerging from the closet he crashed into, "When I say it's time for bed young lady, I mean it!"

Drake had almost caught Gosalyn, before she leapt out of his grasp and over the lazy boy. Exasperated, he called out to his trusty sidekick, "Launchpad!"

Launchpad jumped out of the way just in time before either duck rammed into him, "Well uh, you know 'Gos, your dad's right! Not getting enough sleep can make you tired all the time and you cant focus on work, you could get bags under your eyes, maybe you should go to be-"

The crash and frustrated yell that was heard from the kitchen told Launchpad that they were all gonna be here for awhile.

-

The short duck sluggishly walked down the stairs, he looked like he had just ran a marathon!

Which considering who he was chasing around the house only an hour ago, he probably did.

Gosalyn had finally tuckered out after... a few hours or so of running, hiding, and sneaking out of bed. Drake was finally able to tuck her in, sing her her lullaby- despite how much she claimed she was too old, Drake could see the smile form on Gosalyn's face when he offered to sing it to her. Only minutes ago was she resisting bedtime, but now she was sound asleep.

Drake practically collapsed onto the couch, Launchpad was waiting for him with a glass of water, which Drake wasted no time in chugging.

Launchpad chuckled a bit seeing his friend, he would have been more than happy to help but Drake insisted on getting Gosalyn to bed himself, "Looks like 'Gos finally hit the hay huh?"

Drake looked like he was ready to pass out himself, he didnt respond so Launchpad continued, "Looks like your battery could use a little recharge too! Hehe."

"What? No I'm fine!" The duck claimed, raising a single finger in the air, forcing himself to stand and make a heroic pose, "My spirited daughter is no match for the terror that flaps in the night!"

Launchpad resisted the urge to remind Drake that Gosalyn had actually threw him off her trail without leaving the house.

Instead, he stood up and stretched, "So DW, we got any crime fighting to catch up on?"

At this, the mallard sunk back on the couch, looking dejected and frustrated at the same time, "No! Not a single crime tonight! Since when dies a city not have crime!?"

Nevermind the fact that this has happened a couple times.

Launchpad offered Drake a reassuring smile, "Hey, that means you can get some rest! From the looks of things you need a nap after that chase, hehe!"

Drake gave Launchpad a slight glare, he knew that the pelican meant well, but how could he rest when his city could be in trouble? "Oh please LP, hasn't being my sidekick taught you anything? St. Canard is never 'at peace'! In fact, I bet there will be a robbery right now!" Than he clicked on the radio that was sitting on the lamp table.

Nothing to report.

"Uh, DW-"

"Ok, ok, ok, so maybe the broadcaster is late!" Drake exclaimed, "Theres no problem in checking!"

Launchpad sighed as he watched his friend head over to the two chairs that would lead to his secret lair. Sitting on one, he looked expectantly at Launchpad, "C'mon LP!"

Launchpad stood up and walked towards Drake, but he didnt sit down in the other chair, "C'mon DW," he started, "It's late! And Gosalyn tuckered you out! Theres no harm in taking a power nap!"

Drake shook his head as he looked at Launchpad scoldingly, "Launchpad, like I told you, imperfectly Fi..."

As if on cue, Drake let out a massive yawn.

...

Launchpad crossed his arms and quirked a brow at Drake but he still smiled, "That looks pretty tired to me."

Drake crossed his arms, not unlike a child who didnt get their way, "I'm not tired!"

Launchpad shook his head, not in a dissapointed manner, and said, "Drake, you havent been getting much sleep lately, you should take this chance!"

Logically speaking, Drake knew Launchpad was right. He had to tell Gosalyn that every other night. But st the same time, he wasnt a twelve year old, he was St. Canards hero! He couldnt just sleep now!

Even so, Drake couldnt deny the way his eyes felt droopy, or how it felt like the chair he was sitting in felt like it was pulling him into itself. Not to smother him, but to lull him to sleep.

Of course, no chair- no matter how comfy it may be- was no match for the great Darkwing Duck! He would rise above this bout of exhaustion! He would show the world that nothing could keep the terror that flaps in the night down!

However, he should have made that resolve sooner, for now the hero of St. Canard had succumbed to the clutches of sleep.

...

'Wow,' the pelican thought, 'I didnt think that would work!'

At first, Launchpad considered carrying Drake upstairs to his own bedroom, but than he remembered that with Drakes instincts, he would be wide awake and alert if someone touched him.

So instead, Launchpad quickly, but quietly, got a spare blanket from the linen closet and carefully placed it over his friend. He wanted to grab a pillow too, but he would have to have moved Drakes head to fit it under him.

When he made sure Drake was snug, Launchpad sat back down on the couch, leaning his head against his palm as he felt his own eyes get droopy.

Launchpad would have gone to his own bedroom to sleep, but before he knew it, he had fallen against the couch, already snoring peacefully.

End.

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I meant to get this done sooner, but I was having a hard time getting the scenes in my head and portraying them into words, sorry for the wait!

I... I dont know if it's just my own paranoia, but I feel like the ending was bland. I coukdnt think of anything else to put in.

But anyways, I would VERY much appreciate constructive criticism! Dont be shy!

Again, thank you so much for requesting! Have a good day!

[fatbottombucky]

Sometimes... I think he’s here *Billy Hargrove x Reader*

Summary: Reader suffers ptsd after the Mind Flayer battle. Most importantly, everywhere he turns he sees Billy. Reminded of his once friend, and past crush.

Pairing: Implied/platonic Billy X [M]Reader

Warnings: Stranger Things spoilers/ character death/ angst mixed with feels, and a lot of gay fluff- use of the words “fag” -light homophobic tendencies

Note: I know Billy is this ignorant asshole but I get a feeling within me that he’d actually like attention from anyone. So when reader, Will’s older brother (but year younger than Jonathan) helps him pick up chicks, whilst having a gay crush on him- he wouldn’t be as dick-ish to him. He’d still be a complete asshole, but he’d have moments. And those moments are what reader keeps remembering

Idk really know what I wrote. I just really feel like Billy was screwed over. They had a chance to really pull another Steve, give a shitty character a good character development, but they kinda did it- only to kill him (and before people come at me, I hated s1 Steve a bit. But he redeemed himself, ya know)

First time you interacted with Billy was at Byers house. The night he beat Steve up and you high tailed outta there with his car- Max driving.

~~The second time... you’re alone at the video store. Picking some stupid movie to watch as you did homework. He walked in, an air of calmness about him. His hands deep in his jacket pockets, the white shirt underneath hardly buttoned. His hair hardly styled at all- you assumed anyway.

He languidly walked to the horror section, meaning his standing opposite you, flipping through the VHS covers with a laziness of movement. He doesn’t even look at you or even realise you’re there. Does he even care? Probably, not. Max said he’s pretty much not talked to her, but they seem to be on mutual playing fields.

“Tammy loves horrors,” you find yourself speaking up but your eyes cast at the trashy romance movies in front of you, you can feel his stare. “She’s the one you’re seducing tonight, right?”

He scoffs, “what’s it to you?” His voice is deep with his demand of an answer.

“She’ll completely ignore your advances if you pick a horror, trust me. I grew up with Tammy, the girl is a horror junkey.” You pluck a movie, making show of turning it to read the summary on the back.

There’s a silence and you think he’s wondered off, steering clear of your weirdo self.

“What would you suggest then, Byers?” You look up in time to see him cock an eyebrow, his head nodding for you to go ahead and make his night.

You turn around abruptly and walk towards the action section, Billy hot on your tail.

“Oh, there he goes,” Arms crossed across his broad chest; amused by this. He watched as you pick up a movie, First Blood.

“She hates action, she’ll get bored and likely make the first move,” you watch as he frowns with your choice. “Don’t Like First Blood?”

“Love it,” that surprises you. “Snuck into the theatre to see it when it came out,” he takes the movie from you and flashes a grin. “Thought you were queer, and hated me.”

Statement not entirely false. You look away because that seems to be the news, you’re gay and that means clearly there’s something adherently wrong with you. You disliked Billy, yes. He’s an asshole, especially to your friends.

“Uh-I guess, I’m feeling super gay enough to help you out,” you shrugged and expected him to leave, but he laughed.

“I appreciate the insider knowledge, especially if it gets me laid, Byers,” he pays your shoulder a little too roughly but you smile slightly. “If you’ve screwed me over though, Imma beat you up worse than I did to Harrington.” ~~

You’re staring blankly at the empty action aisle. Your eyes emotionless, body slack and complacent. You didn’t know how long you’d be off in your own little world, long enough to get Steve and Robin concerned, both watching as you blink out of your trance.

“Y/N, bro, you okay?” Robin calls and you look at her, nodding quickly and walking over to the duo. “Been staring at that crappy Rambo movie for a good ten minutes,” she tilts her head.

“First Blood isn’t crappy,” you defend a little harshly, Steve raises his eyebrows, “uh-sorry. I’m feeling a little tired, I’ll see you later,” you softly touch Steve’s shoulder before exiting.

You get into your car and start it up, a deep sigh leaving your body.

It had been two months since that night. The night you battled the Mind Flayer, the night Eleven (and you) got to Billy, finally, only it was all in vain. At least, he was himself when he died but he shouldn’t have died anyway.

You stop at a red light, almost home.

~~

“Byers,” you look up from the drivers window to see Hargrove stepping to you, smirk settled on his pretty face, “I owe you one.”

You frowned, eyebrow raising at his cocky smile. Only it fades when he leans down, resting an arm on top of you car, his face at level with your own. You short circuit cause, woah, his eyes are that blue. His earring dangles as he tilts his head, a smirk pulling up the right side of his mouth.

“Wow,” you’re snapped outta your daze, “you’re such a fag.” He taps the roof and raises his eyebrows in a mocking expression, “just wanted to tell ya it worked, got into Tammy’s pants last night. But clearly you’re getting some gay boner over me,” he chuckles when you scoff, rolling your eyes.

You sighed a little, “You’re welcome, Billy. Glad I got you laid,” he smiled brightly at that. “Betta get going before everyone at schools think you’re gay too, cause that’s how it works- clearly.”

Billy stopped you, “Ohh, no, you’re not getting off that easy. I’ve scored a date with Stacey... Dw-“ he stops himself to think and you raise your eyebrows, “she’s got really big boobs and, I think, blonde hair.”

“You think?” You chuckled as he shrugged, “sounds like Jessica Randell,” he nodded, clicking his fingers because it sounded familiar to him, “I swear, what girls see in you, I don’t know, you’re impossible.” ~~

A car honking draws you from the memory, you quickly start your car back up, signalling an apology before driving home.

You laid down on your bed, room half packed up and memories all boxed away. Except one. The red lifeguard cap, sitting aimlessly on top a pile of clothes. It sparked interactions you had forgotten, willed yourself to not dwell on, only because it’s what sparked... a weird thing between you Hargrove, an unspoken thing. Working that summer job, with Billy, was singularly the best decision you ever had.

~~He walked with such an air of confidence you forgot to get down from the lifeguard chair. The whistle was carelessly drapped around his neck, swaying with each precise step he took.

Everyone noticed him. Girls watched with seductive eyes - even mums, kind of disturbing but you didn’t dwell on it- guys watched from afar, either willing to be him or loathing him.

Working this job has been kind to Billy. It gave him the ability to rule all, to assert his dominance across the swimming civilians. It allowed him to have attention, something you’ve realised he craves, a lot. He likes people looking at him. He also got a nice tan, plus he was allowed to use the gym within the building for free, so he really toned up.

“You know,” his voice snaps you back, “I was grossed out by your staring for a while but it’s growing on me.”

You quickly step down, cheeks and body warming up at being caught, plus his words. You can’t look at him, even through his aviators you can feel his smug stare.

“Do me a favour?” He leaned against the chair, crossing his arms as does, “go get me a bottled water?” His smile is infectious, too.

You nod silently and walk off towards the vending machine, passing the lounging mothers who are bidding for Billy’s attention. You turn to see who he’s picked today, his up in the chair, glasses on his head but he’s watching you like a hawk.

Almost tripping into the building you run to the machine, grabbing the loose change in your trunk pocket and shakily punching the buttons for his water. Why are you acting this way over him? It’s Billy Hargrove. You have no chance. Doesn’t mean you can’t admire and crush on him. **

In the locker rooms, as the other staff leave. You’re left alone with your thoughts. Only half dressed you can’t find it within yourself to actually get up and Leave.

“Byers,” Billy’s unsurprised voice makes you jump, you look up to see Billy in a towel as he walks passed you to his own.

This past week working alongside had been... weird. The comments, the looks, the weird attention he gave you. It was like he was messing with you, only it felt very serious and... flirty.

“I think,” you begin, “I might quit.” You don’t know why you tell him your plan, you look up to gage his reaction. He stops and looks at you.

“Gonna leave me?” Be fakes being wounded by your confession, but eyes give him away, he’s hurt by this news- maybe it’s because you’re actually friends with him. You go to speak but he stops you, “let me guess, to work at Scoops Ahoy?”

Venom laces his words. For the first time, in a long time, this is the Billy everyone knows making an appearance to you. He dislikes people walking out on him, leaving him first. He prefers to be the one to leave, you don’t know why and you’ve come to terms with the fact you’ll never really know him.

“Work alongside Steve Harrington, right?” He steps to you, you stand up and shake your head, “Don’t lie, Y/N, I know you’ve got some fucked up crush on him. I saw how you acted when he came by yesterday,” so he is watching you.

“...I’ll stay,” you mutter, “if you want me to.”

His breathing his rapid. Making his shoulders move up and down with his intakes and exhales, his nostrils flare and he frowns. He looks away, confusion and worry etching on his face... he’s scared.

“It’s okay,” you mumble, “besides... be a fool to give up this job,” he looks at you, “I mean, get paid to see you shirtless. Kinda a win, right?” You nod once, an affirmation of understanding.

You both dress in silence. Not looking at one another due to what just happened, he may have not outright said it but you got it. He doesn’t want you to quit, or leave him, he may not know why... but you do. And you’re not gonna pressure him because it’s Billy, he still likes girls; you’re just some weird exception.

You glance at Billy, who is pulling on his jacket and not looking at you. Clearly having a mental battle of his own, you feel slightly guilty for putting him in there. Turning to the door, you sling your bag over your shoulder and grab the handle.

Then your slammed against it, pulled to face Billy. The air being slammed out of you, you barley have time to comprehend what’s happening before you feel lips on yours. They’re soft but dominant. The kiss radiates a lot of pent up emotions, it’s full of hatred passion, yet it’s nice.

His hands are pulling you to him, gripping the lapels of your jacket, your own are just softly holding his shoulders. He tilts your head up a bit, deepening the kiss and you taste mint- peppermint bubblegum to be exact. ~~

“Boys!?” Your mother calls loudly, shutting the front door. You don’t answer straight away, you will yourself up and towards the kitchen, “Oh, there he is. I haven’t seen you since yesterday morning-“

Her voice becomes faint to you as you stand staring at something on the table. Eyes unable to not look at it, they tear up because you had been searching for it.

“Where did you find that?” You choked out, Joyce looks at you and then to the table.

Motel 6 key lays casually on top. Door number 106, motel a few miles away from Brimbone Steel Warehouse.

“Oh, it was in that tattered up jacket of yours,” she studies you for a moment. You nod, a faint “Oh” leaving you. “...wanna talk about it?” Voice soft.

~~ “Leaving so soon?” You look up, a smile gracing your face as Billy saunters up to you.

You hadn’t talked about the kiss, well, kisses. Heavy make out sessions would be accurate, they’re always late at night. Secluded areas where no one can see you, often a few days between because Billy will kiss you but leave, won’t talk to you for a while- ends up talking to some girl at the pool- but comes back.

“Uh-Gotta pick up Will, take him to the mall,” you make show of grabbing your keys from your pocket. “See you tomorrow?” You step away but Billy grabs your forearm.

He steers you seat from prying eyes to a closet, you chuckle into the darkness about to make some stupid comment but lips are slotted over yours. Shutting you up.

Another set of keys is placed into your other hand, you pull away and look down in confusion before at Billy.

“I’ll see you tonight. Ten o’clock, don’t be late,” he pushes away from you before leaving the closet- not casting a look back. Your heart is beating rapidly cause you know what this means, and you’re nervous but excited. ~~

Your mother holds you as you cry into her shoulder, holding the key in your hand. The last day Billy was... Billy, he hadn’t shown up at the motel 6, you figured he changed his mind. You didn’t blame because, well, you weren’t anything special to him. Some weird game or phase, you didnt really care or minded. You don’t hear the front door open or feel the few stares at you.

“Sometimes... I think he’s still here,” you whisper. “I keep seeing him everywhere I look, I want to forget because I know- I know I didn’t matter to him, but-“ you break off and pull away.

“It’s okay,” you shake your head at her words, “he was your... friend, you’re gonna miss him.”

You sighed, finally seeing Max and Eleven watching you. A faint understanding of who you’re talking about, heck, apparently you were a significant memory in Billy’s life- so El says. You want to believe her, even if you did help Billy in his last moments, but you know, deep down, it was just a summer fling.

“I just want to leave this town,” you mutter.

Eleven watches you slink off to your room. The door closing softly.

~~ “Billy, look at me,” he blinks up from Eleven to you, tears running down his face as he holds Eleven under him.

Half himself, half the Mind Flayer still. His face tells you he wants to break free, his body and hands are still under its spell.

“Remember that day, at the video store?” Mike and Max tilt their head in confusion, “and I helped you pick a movie to bore Tammy into having sex with you? I like to think that was the start of our friendship,” you somehow chuckle despite the situation, Eleven glances from you to Billy, his hands softening enough for her to wiggle free. “Then I spent almost three hours with you, planning a date for Jessica- only she bailed, so we went to the arcade and you stole those kids tickets and I beat the high score on Mind Tricks.”

The noises around you becomes nothing as Billy stands, he’s panting and looking confused, yet terrified. Finally, he looks at you, blinking a few times.

“I bailed on Jessica,” he stutters out and you choke a little, “I bailed on her.” Is all he says before he faces the Mind Flayer. ~~

Your door opens and you see the girls, smiling softly at you. You raise an eyebrow at them, you hadn’t talked about that night with anyone. It was an unspoken request that no one brought up Billy around you, especially Max. You didn’t want them to ask about it because you don’t have answers, you just know that, you and Billy, had this unspoken connection- relationship- friendship- whatever it was.

Sometimes you get the feeling that if you never took that summer job... he’d still be alive.

“Wanna watch Back to The Future?” El asks with a soft smile.

(Check out my Steve Harrington fic HERE, let me know what you think also)