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[sakuraryomen01]

Valentino /Sukuna Ryomen x Fem! Reader/ .11 [Slight Nsfw]

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother, ec project with Nickolas the transfer student, drunk sukuna shows up at the dorm(!?), a small makeout session, some sexual touching and mentions of grinding/humping at readers thighs, caring for this stressed out man-slut, ooc sukuna.

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 5.036k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 .11 .12 .13 .14 .15 .16 .17 .18 .19 .20

a/n: hey guys! sorry for the delay ^^ i've been wanting to get some chapters drafted before posting them! ty sm for the patience i hope u enjoy and r ready for the upcoming drama between sukuna and y/n!

a/n 2: so so sooooo sorry for being three days later after saying i'd be posting right away!!>< I was with family and the wifi was being iffy the last few days. I couldn't access many of my socials and much less work on the final draft of the chapter!! i powered thro until i was satified and it's finally here! i hope you enjoy!!

chapter/idea cred to: @misslauravillanueva i needed to give credit for the help! i was struggling on what to do!><

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Thank you for reading this! Enjoy!

“Achoo!”

“Ah, are you alright?” Geto’s cool tone echoed from the kitchen, his brow raised with a curious expression written on his face. “Coming down with something? I told you to relax from studying for a while–”

“It’s not that!” You huff, cheeks burning with embarrassment. ”I just sneezed. I don’t know why though..”

“Okay, relax. I’m not gonna get upset.”

With a pout, you leaned against the armrest of the couch. Bowl of mac and cheese with little hot dogs in hand and a Coke on the coffee table. Eyes returning back to the TV screen and watching the current crime show playing, listening to the crimes that the murderer committed as he was handed a death sentence. 

Sometimes, when I let my mind wander to Sukuna.. It feels like that.

The idea that he’s now stuck on your mind despite all the anger he had towards you. The almost strange obsession and addiction to the idea of him. While you’ve been repetitively trying to control these new emotions and thoughts, you couldn’t help it. Seeing Sukuna that day in Ec class all those days ago. Having to tutor him. Even dealing with his weird smirks and teasing.

..That kiss too..

“Your face is doing that thing again, Y/n,” Geto’s voice chirped out of nowhere, causing you to jolt in your spot. “So jumpy over a guy? You know therapy exists, right?”

Returning a rather poorly chosen burn, Geto stood from his spot on the couch and waved a hand at you. Grabbing his things and his shoes from the carpet near the door, he sent you another telling look.

“If you're this upset, just ask what's up. Seriously, seeing you get stressed over this is kinda.. sad.”

There was a stabbing pain in your chest. You knew.

“Good night to you too, Suguru,” You hum, leaning on your fist as the door closed with a click. Leaving you alone in the dormitory for a few moments.

Your thoughts clouding your headspace until you decided to go to bed. Unable to understand this dreadful lil thing people called love, unable to understand why Sukuna Ryomen had crawled his way into your heart just by being an ass.

Tomorrow is another day.. Right?

. . .

“Today we'll be picking partners for class projects!”

Eh?? Ehhhhh????

You blinked a few times at the announcement, looking down towards Toji as students began to groan and complain a little. Quickly these were silenced as Toji lifted a stack of papers and chuckled deeply in his husky voice.

“It's not my problem, just get them done. You have two weeks to do it, so get your partners. The class is uneven so be ready for one of y'all's groups to have an extra person. It's a self-pick topic type of thing so start discussing today or tomorrow your topic and go with it!”

Toji tapped the papers on his desk and sat, letting his tie loose as he started relaxing for the rest of the period.

“If you need suggestions for your topic, there's a list in here along with your presentation requirements. I expect all names and correct citations with these as well.”

You let out a small groan and rub your temple. Not only were you stressed, now you had to deal with this? Extra shifts at work couldn't save you from this type of annoyance. It's not that you hated group projects, it's just a small tick when half of them throw the work onto you.

Pros and cons. Pros– none. Cons– work was usually tossed onto you.

You stood from your desk and began making your way down the steps to grab a paper. A strange chill ran up your spine as you passed Sukuna’s. Sparing a glance over, your cheeks warmed almost immediately.

Some bits of hair were pinned back and a pen rested on an ear. His shirt had a few buttons undone with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Black pants tight enough to have made a bakery spawn on the seat he sat upon. He looked really handsome, daring to battle even Toji’s good looks, and it was getting to you. 

What hit the nail in the coffin is when he just so happened to catch you ogling with your tongue practically hanging out of your mouth. His eyes sharpened at your expression as a smirk curled at the corners of his lips.

An almost playful yet teasing smile you weren't used to seeing on his face caught you off guard. It made your face hot, and your shame grow a few beats in that moment.

“Stop creeping” was basically what his face was saying.

Letting out a strained cough, you covered your face and made your way back up to your desk. Positive that his eyes had followed you all the way up the stairs before you sat in your spot. Hiding behind the paper and some random book you grabbed from your bag.

You couldn't be more obvious, could you?

While fellow students started to shift in their seats and partner up with friends and just random buddies from in the room, Sukuna was swarmed with a small audience of girls as he stood from his seat to also fetch a paper. The guys that sat around him gave him annoyed side-eyes and snorts as he absorbed the attention from all the women in the room. 

“Sukuna, do you wanna partner with me?” One asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and letting the blush on her cheeks show.

“Me too, we could all do it together!” Another spoke up, poking her button nose into their conversation. Her bright green eyes staring up at Sukuna with a needy gleam.

It makes you confused to an extent, making you press your brows together as you look to the side. Sukuna probably thought that's what you looked like every time you saw him. It makes your heart ache and head throb, another grand headache to your already upsetting day.

Just let your mind be normal for once in your life.

You begin to gather your things and part from the room, the hustle and bustle of the classroom quietly fading into the background. Letting out a relaxed sigh as the sight of your bed creeped into the corners of your mind– oh, how you wished to be relaxing in bed with your favorite stuffy.

“Hello, miss? Would you like to be my partner for the project?” A voice suddenly called from behind you, somewhat echoing throughout the quiet hallways. It startled you since you didn’t expect anyone to follow you out of the classroom asking such a thing, it piqued your interest.

Lifting your head, you come face to face with someone you didn’t know.

His dark hair was up in a bun with his undercut showing behind his pierced ears, a kind smile flashing behind yet another piercing on his lip. Tanned skin that seemed to glow like it was pampered with the best beauty products around, not a scar or pimple in sight. Cute dimples at the corners of his lips adding to his boyish charm while his honey eyes gleamed at you. It reminded you of Yuji in a sense, but this was not Yuji.

You’ve never seen this guy before– a really cute one at that.

“Hello,” you say, momentarily stunned at the stranger, letting your hand weakly wave. “Uhm, partner?”

There was an adorable chuckle that furthered your stunned silence before you heard a response. “Yes, I saw you walk out here alone and thought you might need one.”

You take in a deep breath, regaining your composure quickly and patting yourself down. “Ah, right. I actually don’t like having a partner, my past experiences have led me to conclude that they’re not the best option for a project. Besides, I’m a big girl, I can handle one on my own.”

“I can see why,” He starts, looking back at the classroom with the still clamoring students before returning his attention to you. “That horde in there was after one guy, they don’t care about this project. I was actually about to do the same as you when I saw my choices were so low.”

Rubbing a big calloused hand over his nape, the strangers’ almond eyes looked from the empty halls and to you, his smile sheepish. “Please? Don’t make me beg now.”

There was a small silence between you and the stranger as you considered walking off and letting him go with his original plan before the Economics class erupted with whines as Sukuna and a girl walked from inside. The color left your cheeks, seeing the girl’s arm wrapped tightly around Sukuna’s. Looking as if he was protecting her from the growing crowd of the class, engaging in an active conversation as they walked on by.

Your heart sank sharply, seeing Sukuna letting someone else into his circle. He used to be so cold, so annoyed with people when he was younger. Only letting you really hold him that close, giving you nuzzles of appreciation since he didn’t like to say it aloud.

Now, he gives you the cold shoulder and holds others that aren’t you close.

Without letting your head finish its last thought and your eyes still trained on the back of Sukuna’s head, you gave a nod and looked back at the stranger. “Sure. I’m Y/n L/n, by the way.”

“Really? That’s great!” He smiled, the warmth of his company lightening your mood sufficiently more than it was a few moments ago. “My name’s Nickolas Alveres, it’s nice to meet you, L/n.”

The both of you share a smile for a second before Nickolas nods down the hall, motioning for the both of you to head to your next classes. He doesn’t wait for you to join him, but you do anyway. Trying to make small talk with him as you try to get to know your partner, letting the smile on your lips stick.

While you wore a smile, someone else had a frown. A deep scowl, if you will. You didn’t feel it, but Sukuna’s partner saw it.

She raised a brow, cheeks tinted a slight color as she cast her gaze in the same direction. Seeing you close to another man, only escalating the befuddlement.

“What’s wrong, Sukuna?”

A disgruntled look was plastered all over said man’s face, his frown so prominent it was a waste of time to even attempt to hide it. A chasm of wrinkles forming on his forehead as his brows pressed together at the sight before him. Watching the way you and some kid walked side by side with a smile on your face, not a care in the world.

When did you get so chummy?

“It’s nothing.. Let’s go, Haru,” He said, not sparing a second to look back at you. With a huff, he pulled his work partner, Haru, with him to the nearby library to find a good subject for this project.

It’s what he wanted anyways.. right?

. . .

“Wait, wait.. He punched Gojo in the face?!” Nickolas laughed, holding his cup up to his lips quickly to cover his giggles and chuckles. His nose crinkled up as they continued despite his obvious resistance. “He must’ve been drunk too to get so defensive!! I thought he was just a jerk most of the time.”

“Usually he is,” You start, crossing your legs under the coffee table. Looking over some of the notebooks the both of you had sprawled out onto the wood to look for any good topics to talk about in the presentation. Quickly, you scribbled out one, taking a sip from your cup and looking back up to Nickolas. “Recently though, he’s been alright. Not as mean as he used to be, but not one-hundred percent rude and annoying.”

A calm silence filled the air as Nickolas rested his work in his lap, taking a moment to look from them to you. “Speaking of, how long have you known this guy? You talk about him like he’s an old friend.”

The corner of your lips twitch upwards for a short second before you let your face relax. “He was. Not really interested in joining forces again recently.”

Nickolas nodded his head in understanding, eyes glazing over somewhat on what response to give. Seeing that the idea of this guy somehow hurt you, it got him concerned. Why bother letting him get to you so deeply if this is the result? It doesn’t make sense.

“Don’t let it get to you too much, Y/n,” He mustered after a short silence, placing his cup on the coffee table and letting his ring tap against the plastic. “If he’s still letting you be this close, even helping you care for a friend, that’s gotta be something.”

You nod numbly, knowing the obvious has been said too many times. Talk to him, ask him how he’s doing about the relationship, what does he want from you? The same three things that you always wanted to say when you were with him, but how. Other than tutoring, other than being near each other in class, you and Sukuna spent little to no time together.

All you remember about him is that he was the tough kid in school with home problems that liked to play tag and hide and seek. That he scared you with bugs and frogs while at the lake or near the Willow tree. The fond memories you shared with him couldn’t be the only factor that you had to use to judge what you wanted, you had to be around him more.

How was going to be the hardest puzzle to solve.

“Oh well,” Nickolas yawned, stretching his arms over his head. “It’s about time i get headed to my dorm. I have an early class tomorrow. I’ll leave you my number so that we can plan meetings for the project!”

Jokes and laughter filled the room as you and your partner exchanged information when there was a loud commotion at the door. You glanced from Nickolas to the dorm door and let out a light hearted chuckle, waving your hands next to your head.

“Ah, I’ll go get that! Gather your things, okay?”

Nickolas nodded and turned to his open binder and mess of notebook paper splayed on the coffee table, humming to himself as you rushed over to the front door. Hair stood at attention when you opened that door, seeing a messed up man laying on the hallway floor. A big wine bottle squeezed tightly in his right hand, the other placed next to his head on the floor.

His voice came out in gentle hums of some random rock song, lyrics jumping out from his mouth every second or so in a drunken daze. His fluffy hair was messy and almost unrecognizable until you realized who it was.

It was Sukuna.

“Wh.. What are you doing here?” You shout, shocked at his arrival, but there was not really a response. Only his hand raising to wave his finger around to the hum of his song. “Sukuna, answer me!!”

“..rather be.. Than lonely..”

Letting out a sigh, you look back at Nickolas and see his confused face staring at the gap between you and the door down at Sukuna. He stood there ready to go with his bag strap on his shoulder and keys in hand, giving you quick glances for some semblance of an answer. You give a small shrug, looking back to the immobile man on the ground.

Gently, you kick at one of his legs to try and get something out of him. “Sukuna, get up!”

Not a single thing, just a grunt and a tussle before your eyes finally connect with glazed ones. Maroon pools that were foggy beyond belief, not having a thought behind them. Nickolas tilts his head to the side and shakes it, giving you a pat on the arm and a sheepish smile.

“I'll get out of your hair, Y/n. Good luck!”

You step out of the man’s way, looking down at the disgruntled Sukuna and give a weak chuckle. Parting ways with Nickolas for the evening and kneeling down to Sukuna and shaking his shoulder. “Sukuna, you’ll get sick, get up.”

“..Doesn’t matter,” Sukuna mumbled, closing his eyes and taking a sip of his drink. “F’m sick, I’ll just be sick..”

“It does matter, now get up.”

You did your best to pull Sukuna up by his arm and into a sitting position, hooking the limp appendage over your shoulder and lifting him up onto his feet. It was a struggle since Sukuna was so heavy, but you managed. The stench of alcohol reeked from his breath and shirt, mixes of dirt and some stains that you didn’t feel the need to ask where they came from. 

Stumbling into your dormitory you freed the near empty beer bottle from Sukuna’s grasp and pulled the door close. He wasn’t giving much fight– probably due to the amount he drank– and just leaned his weight onto you. Mumbling to himself about things you weren’t going to pressure him into answering. Still, it made you wonder.

What the hell drove him to come to my place?

Surely, he wouldn’t mind answering that.

With a huff to your lips you plopped Sukuna’s heavy ass onto the couch and folded your arms. The beer bottle in your hand swirling around as you rotate your wrist ever so slightly, brow raising at Sukuna’s nearly asleep form. It was odd to see the big, strong and mean Sukuna Ryomen on his last leg from intoxication. 

Despite this, you found it cute.

“I’ll go get you some water and maybe a change of clothes,” You announce, tilting your head to see if that gauges a reaction. Sadly there was nothing but a huff and some finger taps on the couch’s cushions. Letting your arms fall to your side, you grunt and place the beer on the table. “Whatever, I’ll be right back.”

You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and some extra sheets from your bedroom before making your way back into the living room to Sukuna. A fresh set of clothing was provided, thanks to Geto’s many late night bang sessions with Shoko, and some cooling pads were placed next to Sukuna on the couch. He didn’t do much but glance at the items, turning his face away in– what you assumed– was a quiet protest.

Sukuna never acted this petty and spoiled before. What’s gotten into him?

“Let’s get you changed, yeah?” Gently, you press your hands to his chest, earning a reaffirming nod and proceeding to undo the buttons of his collared shirt. 

It was strange to be in this position. On your knees, undressing the man you’ve pinned for for so long, only to be seeing this messy and unkempt side you didn’t like to imagine him being. The feelings in your chest that you wanted to put away were making your heart race once more, every glance you got to see from the mess you called Sukuna.

His hair made him resemble his brother more than anything else now, hanging over his sweaty forehead and tattoo. Arms hanging loosely at his sides, man spreading for all of the world to see. Shamefully, you enjoyed the calm attention. Even though it was unsightly, you liked getting to touch all over Sukuna’s body.

“There,” You mumble to yourself, having officially released Sukuna from his shirt. “N-Now, onto your..”

Trailing off, you look down at Sukuna’s pants. Swallowing thickly at the idea of pulling off his trousers, you took a deep breath. I’m never going to live this shame down!

Gently, you began to undo his belt. You face burning ever more as the air began to tense, wishing that anyone but you would be this bashful over something so silly. Still, regret hit you harder than the embarrassment or shame ever could.

Sukuna was watching you. Watching your hands slip the belt loose, pulling his button undone and pulling at his waistband. You tugged, unable to yank them down and free his lower half.

“Sukuna.. Can you lift your hips?” You ask in a soft voice, startled by the quick response. But what was it really, he was watching your every move. You felt like you were being examined in some office and not helping Sukuna undress. “Thank you.”

“Mm.”

Making haste of the situation, you pulled down the fabric of his trousers and grabbed the loose shorts you had found from earlier. Ignoring all thoughts of Sukuna and how perfect his legs looked, the thick black bands of his tattoos on the fat of his thigh. The way the bulge in his briefs was much a cause for distraction, even denying that it twitched once freed from it’s confines.

Yep, never happened.

“There, all better,” You sigh, satisfied. “Now that your ready for bed, I’m going to do the same.”

It took a few minutes, but you had completely reclothed Sukuna and he now looked more sleepy and ready for bed rather than drunk off his ass and about to black out on the couch. You had struggled to even get him to take a sip of water and sober up, but to no avail. You figured you’d have to try again tomorrow morning and explain the situation once he woke up in a confused fit.

Getting him comfortable on the couch too was another ordeal you didn’t think you’d go through, but you did. Tucking in the large male until he was all cozy and warm, safely resting his head on one of your spare pillows.

“I’ll see ya in the morning, Ryo,” You mumble, letting your mind wander for a moment and tracing the outline of one of his tattoos on his bicep. Feeling the muscle twitch under your touch momentarily.

“Mgh,” Sukuna muffled out, cheeks warm to the touch.

Letting out another sigh, you stand from your spot next to the couch. Only to be pulled back towards the culprit at hand, falling ass first next to his lap. Sukuna didn’t make a sound, just grasped onto your hips and pulled you in for a hug. His arms anchored around your lower stomach, pressing into the arch of your spine and forcing you to press against him as well.

His nose was pressed into the crook of your shoulder, but you continued to crusade for answers from the sudden affection. “AGH! Sukuna, that was highly uncalled for!! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Answer me, dammit–!!”

“Who was that guy?”

You flinch, caught off guard. The clarity and conviction in Sukuna’s voice was strange, seeing as he had been stumbling and leaning into you for the last few moments. “Uhm, my Economics partner Nickolas. It shouldn’t matter, you need to sleep!”

“I don’t need sleep,” Sukuna grunts out, lifting himself off of the couch and trapping you underneath him. Using his big arms like a cage, eyes locking you in place with a vice on your heart. “What was he doin’ hanging here?”

“Sukuna, this is childish,” You start, ready to defend yourself for a confrontation. “He’s my class partner, you shouldn’t be upset over it.”

Wait.. why was he upset?

Previously, he had never seemed to give a flying fuck what you did or whom you did it with. What’s with the sudden change of heart? It made yours ache at the possibilities, wondering what could it be that made him so hostile all of the sudden over Nickolas.

“I barely know him anyways..”

“And you let him sit here on this couch?”

There was a small slap sound as skin met skin, Sukuna’s palm and fingers grasping your chin and cheeks. A gentle but firm squeeze sent shivers down your spine, your hand reaching up to try and pull Sukuna’s off but to no avail. His eyes scanned your face for anything, a sign.

Something. Anything that would make this ache in his chest stop.

“What is he to you, huh?” His voice came out rough, deep. Intimidating. 

It was scary, but a shudder was sent up your spine. A lustful and unneeded shudder, one that sent ideas to your brain. That made your mind wander, but you held them back. 

Even as Sukuna’s lips captured yours, as his teeth grazed and nibbled at your lower lip, your hands reached up to tangle themselves in his pink locks. You had to deny, because the Sukuna that was here wasn’t really him. It was a drunk and dissociated version of him, a side that you normally didn’t see. 

A side that he probably didn’t like showing.

“Did you let him do this, mh?” Sukuna muttered, pulling away from your mouth. A string of saliva connecting the both of you for a moment as your lungs fought for breath. Chest rising and falling heavily, your hands hold onto Sukuna’s arms, trying to find something to stabilize yourself in this mess of kisses.

“N-No, we just.. Talked about class–”

“Talked? About class? Me? You?”

Sukuna retreated his touch from your face and instead placed them on your thighs. Laying beside you on the couch, keeping you trapped against his chest and making sure to dress the blankets over you.

“Sukuna, seriously, this isn’t funny anymore,” You whimper, covering your face. How could you push this away? You’ve wanted nothing but to be closer to him, haven’t you?

Desired, pleaded. You wanted everything.. But this wasn’t the way.

Feeling Sukuna’s hands wrap around your waist, having his hot breath on your neck and shoulder as he rutted his hips against the fat of your ass. You felt utterly guilty, like trash. Wanting to crawl away from Sukuna and save him the little grace he had, to avoid giving him something to wake up and regret tomorrow.

“Y/n.. look at me.. Look at what you’ve done,” The man in question ordered, hooking your top leg over his elbow. Letting the bulge in his pants grow more and more, his voice becoming ragged and deep as he got harder and harder. “You’re making a mess of me, can’t you tell?”

You nod, wanting to pull away and sleep in your bed. But the desires in you only wanted you to fall deeper. The strings of your heart being plucked as Sukuna’s lips found the sensitive skin of your neck. Marking and sucking, lewd sucking sounds erupting from his lips as he made harsh hickeys form on the skin.

Mewl after moan escaped you, your pussy wet and slick under the confines of your panties and pajama bottoms. Sukuna could tell, releasing your leg from his hold and slowing his hips for a moment until his hand migrated to your front.

Grinding the flat surface of his palm against your clothed cunt, whispering naughty words into your ear that you had to drown out. Even if the wants in your belly wished for Sukuna to be there, to fill up your insides and make a mess. To be closer than he’s ever let you been for the last month or so, you had to stop this.

And you did, with much regret.

“Sukuna, stop,” You whimper, pulling Sukuna’s hand away from your body. Breaths coming out in baited huffs, you sat up. Not taking a moment to let yourself get lured back in, feeling Sukuna’s hand find your waist again as you resisted further.

“Stop what?” He mutters, annoyance in his voice. Laced with an emotion you wished to unhear. “Didn’t you want this too?”

“Not like this.” Cold, respectful. You had to be this way, to give Sukuna another chance. Letting him have his way now in such a drunken state, you wouldn’t be able to recover a good relationship. “If I was like anyone else, you’d be taken advantage of.”

Sukuna’s touch softened, his glazed eyes clearing for a moment as he looked at the back of your head. Seeing a shimmer of something on your cheek, his fingers trembled. He desired to reach up, to brush those tears away. It was against his very nature, his very being.

He didn’t like the idea of being all cuddly and cozy, being soft and vulnerable with someone. The idea of it made his stomach churn and made the urge to vomit impending. 

But, with you. Seeing those tears form, for his sake. He felt irritated with himself. He caused it. Him.

“I’m going to bed now,” You say, voice shaken up. “Get some water, sleep.”

You stood from your place on the sofa and walked over to the small hallway, entering your bedroom and letting out a shuddering exhale. A weight was now firmly sitting on your chest. It ached, it hurt, it burned.

Everything that pain felt like was exploding in your chest. Reaching up a hand to try and comfort yourself wasn’t worth the effort either as you slid down the wood of your bedroom door. Curling into a feeble position as the tears fell from your eyes, finally free after holding them the whole time.

What you wished you could do about the man on your couch.

. . .

a/n: y'all i literally have a crippling addiction to crime videos and all that shit it's just so interesting for no reason oml (crying inside) also sorry for the month long pause (i say sorry too much) i was creating new characters and working on ideas for the next few chapters!

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I've been brainrotting a rarepair/crackship the past couple of days. I fear it's terminal.. I can not get Scott Smajor/Technoblade out of my HEAD!! Despite this, I still can not think of a ship name for them. The funniest one I can think of is Majorblade. Thus, that's the one I'm going with.

Some highlights of what I've been thinking under the cut o7

Please ignore spelling errors. My phone is mean, and my eyesight is bad. 3:

First and foremost, thank u for looking at my autism fueled insanity! This is yours now.

Scott and Techno have a pretty strong dymanic going for them. When you first see them together, you'd, probably, think the far larger piglin brute would be the most bloodthirsty of the two. While correct (blood for the blood god and all that), it's Scott, who's the most vicious during battle. It does not matter if the battle in question is one fought by words or swords - Scott will try to come out on top. Unless, of course, it's one of his friends, then Techno would likely have to step in so Scott doesn't do his classic move of suicide.

When the two of them train together, it is insanely gay. Sure, it's artful, and it's like a classical oil painting from one of the great masters unfolding in real time. But I can not stress enough how homoerotic it is. There is strong queer tension between the two of them. This is an undeniable fact, and i refuse to accept criticism otherwise.

I think a pretty well accepted headcanon is that Scott Is Magical. In my daydreams of gay block men, I expand upon this. To me, It is a love language of Scott to use his abilities on you / for you. Magic takes a lot! It takes a lot of time, will, commitment, energy, and all that good shit. Most importantly, it takes a lot out of the caster - large bouts of magic inturn makes the user temporarily weaker. To willingly put yourself at a disadvantage in a universe where Things Try To Kill You, Often is a level of trust and love that is hard to properly put into words.

Despite this, Scott takes the time to painstakingly add enchantments to Technos items. There is, of course, enchanting tables and books, and then there is a master of their craft. It is like comparing a microwave meal of Mac and Cheese to a homemade five cheese Mac and cheese that's baked in the oven with bread crumbs on top. They're both Mac and cheese but ones definitely fuckin better.

I feel like Scott would intentionally add extra protection to Techno's fighting gear - add enchantments that enhance Techno's strengths while also trying to cover his weaknesses. For example, if Techno often leaves his sides unprotected during a rampage, Scott adds extra protection in those spots, so Techno is overall better protected.

For context, I'm a Bedrock Minecraft player. My piglin knowledge comes from primarily Bedrock. Okay? Okay.

Everyone knows that Piglins adore gold. They snort, chuff, wag their ears, and rush after gold once it's dropped. I like to imagine that it's very much a love language for piglins and piglin hybrids to exchange or generally gift gold to those they love and care for. Basically - Scott has an overwhelming amount of gold jewelry and items from Techno. He cherishes them all, recognizing it for what it is.

I have a personal headcanon that giving a piglin or a piglin hybrid a block of pure, overworld, gold is the same as a marriage proposal. I think it's really funny to imagine Techno giving Scott one of these blocks and Scott to be like. "Ah yes, this is a big gold thing. Thank you!" And Techno being like "??? :( babe...." The same could apply to Scott's habit of giving lovers Poppies. Scott giving Techno, not just one, but an entire stack of poppies only for Techno to say thanks. It leads to another moment of "??? :( babe...."

[oregano-gremlin]

screaming crying throwing up. please for the love of god i dont want to see another twink with a cheese grater eight pack

if you want to draw that 'lean but muscular' body type every other character seems to have i'd recommend looking at swimmers for reference material

i think that people often mix up athletic muscular with bodybuilder muscular, most actual athletes don't have crazy defined abs. most have some but it's generally a lot more subtle

also most of the time if you can see someone's abs like that it's because they haven't been drinking water, and most characters who are supposed to be in peak physical condition wouldn't do that.

also if a character is in canon supposed to be very strong. that also doesn't mean take a twink and slap an eight pack on him but other people have talked about that already, i've seen the highland games specifically being brought up as good reference material a lot

anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk o7

[the0retically]

TMK #1:

- oh hello Scottish Grizz

- that intro was so cool

- OH THE MUSIC?? SLAPS!!!!

- The audio effects are amazing oh my god

- God the descriptions are so well done, grizz I missed your dming

- CONDI CHARACTER!!!!!

- Someone Condi knows?? Trey!!

- JIN IS SCURRYING OH GOD

- Oh already a flashback??

- “I remember this memory and I win. I win the fight” CONDI PLS

- “Yes Mom-I MEAN MASTER” JIN PLEASE OH MY GOD

- Aww I do love how that’s like his mom and brother :(

- Trey please my bro you’re good!!

- God the sound design is so freaking cool

- BEBO CHARACTER

- Oh he’s being dramatic, love Milo laughing in the background

- Lol Grizz being like what?? Bro??

- WHY IS HE AN ANIME CHARACTER?????

- “Are you saying this out loud?” PLEASE

- HE CRUSHES THE PEN??????

- The monologuing OH MY GOD EVERETT

- “Does your mother even love you?” OH MY GOD?????? WHAT THE FUCK

- “I want to scare him and make him think I’m going to eat him” OH MY GOD EVERETT

- Please let Everett being so happy as a kid to juxtapose him now

- :((( Everett and his mom :( she’s not the best mom why is why talking about death with this 6 year old

- Oh my god? Everett????

- They know each other!!!! Everett and Jin are friends!! why is Everett is emo

- MILO!!!!!! LUCIA!!

- Everett just appearing in random frames is so funny I love him

- Oh little sister :( oh she’s sick

- Third eye???

- This is so sad :(

- Oh, her sister was found

- Lucia :(((((((;( I’m too emotional this is so heavy :(, amber :( oh god could be a crazy thought but if that’s her sister I’m gonna cry

- “You play a cat really well! You should’ve been a cat!” -Bebo “I was a cat once!” -Grizz NOOOOO TAXI :(((((( I MISS HIM

- NO LUCIA LICKING HER HAND TO SHAKE HANDS NOOOO PLEASE

- I’m so happy Milo is in this, oh my god

- CANADIAN?????? MAKING FUN OF CONDI OH MY GOD

- “I am not down, I am up, I am extremely tall for my age” EVERETT PLEASE

- Jin just yelling out an answer, Everett being confused, and Lucia picking her nose, what a trio

- “Small boy” “no like a small man!” “I still say that” oh my god

- HE WEIGHS 30 POUNDS??

- Pebble :(((((((

- Jin you’re so funny oh my god just shooing him away while Everett is monologuing

- Everett stop scoffing you emo boy, thank you Lucia

- Is the special party Alf? Please that’d be so funny

- Nah it’s them! Yay!!!!

- Ok I’m driving now but I love this

- Alf ready to fight them is iconic

- Salt and pepper!!

- “Are you compensating for something?” “Yes my penis” “WHAT??????” PLEASE I WAS DYING

- also just the block of cheese grilled and the fact that Lucia is lactose intolerant is so fucking funny, Lucia I love you so much

- Jin and Everett doing constant arm wrestling and the monologuing and the constant “again!” God this is such a good party already I love them all

- And now I gotta work at camp all day as Lucia is unpacking in the room, I’ve got 23 minutes left, it’s so close and yet so far

- Ok back to it but driving o7

- Love Lucia so much

- A DEATH SAVE??? They were just fighting each?????? Oh my god I love them

- They’re back to arm wrestling oh my god

- They’re all such good friends I love them so so much

- They have to capture the monster ooooh

- Grizz struggling for so long on how to say the animal name and just giving up was so funny

- Then trying to get Alf into their group just to be bait is so funny

- I love how obvious it is that they’re friends too like this party is unmatched I love this so much

- PLEASE??? They’re just gonna kill this guy oh my god

- They’re just bullies lol

- But I love them so much!!!!!!

[wizardnuke]

You don’t have to answer this but from your posts and as someone with Crohn’s disease it sounds like you just had a colonoscopy/endoscopy or something similar and I wanted to congratulate you big time for making it through to the other side of that! It sucks real bad before (prep 🤮) and during but once it’s done it’s done and it’s worth doing for so many different reasons. Anyways like I said ik that may be private so please don’t feel like you need to answer this at all but I recognized some of my own experiences and wanted to tell you you have someone rooting who knows what it’s like to be in your position. Idk exactly what’s going on for you and I’m so sorry if I read this totally wrong but even if I am wrong, congrats on making it through your procedure!! Also I’m really sorry if this comes off weird I definitely don’t mean it that way so please know it is an earnest support and if it feels weird just ignore it.

thank you o7!! i had a colonoscopy, results are promising so far (they did find some polyps and i'm waiting on biopsy results but there weren't any ulcers/scarring which is a win, though it is ominous cause like. why do i have stomachaches all the time lol help me). prep sucked so bad but once i had to drink ct contrast while i was uncontrollably throwing up and honestly everything is better than that. i had two tomato and cheese sandwiches, fell asleep, woke up and had a chicken sandwich and a pina colata strawberry smoothie. and i am now watching twitch streamer. im ballin. i hope ur crohns and the meds are treating you kindly!! and congrats to u too!! this shit sucks so bad. good job soldier

[sergeifyodorov]

have been meandering my way through various hrpf ships over the past few months and have finally been captivated by the dark shadow in the corner throughout it all, aka quinn hughes. if you’re into giving recs, you got any fave quinn fics?

now how did EYE become a quinn scholar of all people… honoured to be brought up in this way. i have not seen much quinnfic and am typically an eastcoast reader so i did research for this… found some good shtuff out there

i can't say anything for x readers if you're looking for that, it's simply not my thing and thats ok, but i did find some otherstuff. generally quinnfics are either quinn/brady (most popular, they've had the longest history), quinn/petey (which we should pay more attention 2 in my humble opinion), or brock/petey but quinn is There

arranged in wc order, short to long:

say cheese! by pxint, 2k, quinn/brady

sometimes you see a fic and you’re like “only someone who is very good at writing or very bad at writing would confidently publish something this weird sounding”

it’s the former

it’s a pizza place au and josh norris is also there. lighthearted in an existential dread sort of way. minimum wage existence suits quinnifer’s dead eyes very well

be my upstairs window by mundanememory, 3.9k, quinn/petey

largely a fic about rookie hazing + Being The Weird One + kind of the intrinsic quinnpetey thesis, which is largely to do with the dual shouldering of the canucks’ future. it’s well-characterized and awkward and features BRADY CAMEO

Someday Like Fire by Quinntessentially, 4.3k, quinn pov brock/petey

quinn is a ghost! a very tired ghost who wants to matchmake. just for something to do, yaknow?

something about magical realism fic that can really grind my gears is inconsistent or vague lore… but this one knows exactly what it’s telling us and when and i really like that!

to dig in by meganface, 22.8k, quinn/petey

okay my problematic gay trait is that i lovvvve stories about guys who like. Hook up w girls and stuff but it’s all superficial and then they Have An Experience with a guy and then the bulk of the story is about their ~realization process~

this is that kind of story. largely canon compliant otherwise (ie takes place during the 22-23 season, etc) but yeah.

good fast pace too, feels a lot shorter than it is (honorific)

by any other name by mundanememory, 23.1k, quinn/brady

this is a DELIGHTFUL college au

the essence of it is that quinn is a nighttime radio host and brady is on the hockey team. youll have to read it to get anything more out of me

this is like FLUFFYYYYY in such a good way it’s absolutely hilariously funny and the pacing is AMAZING it just moves like no one’s business

mundanememory if you’re out there shoot me a dm i need to shake you like im churning butter you’re so good at this

thank ye! have fun o7

[definitelynotshouting]

OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT IT WAS CHRISTMAS I WAS SO TIRED LMAO MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

I actually had the BEST luck on the plane- no babies and NOBODY WAS COUGHING. I still wore a mask but that was the first time I've ever been able to sleep on a plane it was revolutionary. Never had a plane so quiet.

LOL Queen Jellie :3 She's exactly like my cat: spoiled and damn pleased about it. It's okay though because she's cute.

Also the "it's Scar's point, now,". Desert duo try and communicate normally challenge. These two CANNOT hold a conversation without trying to one-up each other or committing to some bit and thats why we love them <3 silly (affectionately)❤️

YOURE A CHEESE PERSON AS WELL?!?? Red dragon is SO good, excellent choice. The espresso one sounds interesting! I've never had coffee flavoured cheese-- im fond of one and not the other-- but if you you recommend it i might have to give it a go :o. My own favourites arent anything exciting; i just like a good gouda or smoked cheddar (i love smoked cheeses)

Anyway, ty for indulging my airport boredom haha :D. Im back home in Malaysia (where i grew up) for a couple of weeks before going back to Australia. Thoroughly ready to gorge myself on malaysian food and fruits AND ENJOY CONSISTENT WEATHER BECAUSE MELBOURNE CAN AND HAS HAILED!! AT 24+ DEGREES CELSIUS (75 F)!!!! NOT OKAY HADKDBSJSJ

-☀️

HI SUN ANON I HOPE MALAYSIA IS TREATING U WELL!!!!!! I was gonna respond sooner but holidays went and knocked me on my ass dkdbdjdnf. Also WIN THE TRAVEL BLESSING WORKED /SILLY 😌😌😌😌😌 glad u had a good flight king 🫡🫡🫡

I am indeed a cheese person!!!! Huge cheese fan, also i think you're the first person ive ever spoken to who has any idea what Red Dragon is right off the bat 😂😂😂😂😂 but yeah i love cheese so fucking much-- for xmas we had the aforementioned espresso, as well as several other bellavitano cheeses including a merlot, a bourbon, and garlic and herb. Plus a very nice and very soft, crumbly bleu. It wasnt Stilton, which is my personal fave, but it honestly held up really well when i made my traditional christmas snacks (petite toasts with bleu cheese, blackberry jam, and a walnut on top :] )

And yeah scarian truly cant communicate without making it a competition and its KILLING MEEEEEE DDJEHFKNFDKFNN im so obsessed with them and their dynamic, im glad you liked that moment!!! I was planning to post the fic the day after xmas but alas the holiday stress/burnout got to me before i could 😭😭😭 SOON THO!!!! Mayhaps even for the new year, we shall see!!!!

Hope ur having fun, sun anon!!! :D i'd love to hear more about the food ur having over there (also ur SO valid for the consistent weather comment, i grew up in Texas which can sometimes have crazy weather patterns so o7 about the hail in 75°F weather 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭) thanks for dropping by!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

[pepperedflakes]

Asks 💕

1, 5, 8, 9, 12, 14, 18, 19, 24, 26, 28, 32, 33, 34, 38, 44, 47, 56, 59, 60, 63, 81, 96, 98

o7 girlypop

assuming anon is who i think it is, i suppose it's only fair

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

coffee mugs, assuming it's something to do with which is most pleasant to drink from

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

i prefer to drink it from cans, but for the sake of convenience i usually do bottles

8. movies or tv shows?

answered

9. favorite smell in the summer?

pool water

12. name of your favorite playlist?

technically cheating since it's actually just a compilation of several other playlists but

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

very tough decision between swedish fish and skittles

18. ideal weather?

not cloudy enough to be considered overcast, but enough that the sun isn't beating down the entire time. also ~45°F

19. sleeping position?

on my side, usually curled around something (oftentimes one of the members of the Bug Squad™)

24. favorite crystal?

i'm partial to azurite

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

swim!! we have an inground pool at my parents' place. although i don't do it super frequently since i burn real easy

28. five songs to describe you?

messages from the stars (the rah band)

cold weather (glass beach)

call me what you like (lovejoy)

dependant on mary (psychedelic porn crumpets)

tongues and teeth (the crane wives)

32. top five favorite vines?

gaia i actually had to go find a vine comp to remember the best vines

the guy sliding down the railing of a set of stairs princess-waving with the line "you're all going to hell! goodbye! :D"

i don't have enough money for chicken nuggets

literally any vine by evan breen

guy jumping into a metal bar sampled to play the mii channel music

the kid pronouncing "who" as "whaaa"

33. most used phrase in your phone?

"psst hey"

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

liberty biberty

38. lemonade or tea?

i prefer lemonade usually :>

44. favorite scent for soap?

i bought this really nice oak moss soap for a trip one time that i haven't been able to find anywhere since

47. favorite type of cheese?

pepperjack, followed pretty closely by cheddar

56. favorite tradition?

thanks to the fact that i'm terminally online, this year i've started a new year's tradition of burning a julbocken (the party i go to for new year's every year doing a fire in the backyard at some point before the end of the night is a universal constant)

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

answered

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

something like dungeon meshi, where "high fantasy" is technically the genre but the selling point is less on the plot and more on the worldbuilding that causes it

63. five songs that would play in your club?

see question #28

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

they're both so lovely, how could i choose? (fireflies)

96. desktop background?

i'm an avid user of wallpaper engine, so currently my desktop background is a looping animation of the stage background from the boss rush section in smash ultimate's story mode

98. favorite historical era?

the only fictional piece i've written with any resemblance to real historical time periods took place in an approximation to renaissance italy. so probably that

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[marv3l-drag0ns]

Hey kiddo. It's been an absolute Delight seeing you growing into your own and making yourself a place by force Ala Punk Tradition, and it brings me genuine joy seeing you claiming back faggot as excitedly as I was about queer. Keep up the good work :3 (also I watched across the spiderverse and am now obsessed with hobie you have great taste in blorbos)

HIHIHI!!!!! thank you so much intornet mom im having so much fun and FINALLY feelin like im in the direction i wanna go. o7 time to keep fagging it up yo

((also tysm my blorbos are all immacculate and i love ach of them and am giving all of them a warm bowl of hommeade mac and cheese))

[aliens-took-my-iwa-chan]

ok both ask things u did in one, lets go:

mariana, hot cheeto breath, promises to keep, early am radio

solar heat death: ur fics r some of the best things ive ever read, i think about them all the time, never stop writing i love all of them so much and i wanna be more like u as an author. youre very cool <3333

💚🩵💜

ooo ok!

mariana: If I had a cool rock I’d let you have it. Or maybe a leaf

yippee!!!! thanks for the rock/leaf bestie, itll make quite a nice addition to my collection ^-^

hot cheeto breath: I want to dip you in some kind of sauce, maybe cream cheese. who knows

hmm does cream cheese count as a sauce? I wouldnt think so but like. maybe in the perspective of a bagel? hmmm… welp no time to think im getting dunked-

promises to keep: I trust you to use my knife at the sacrifice, but pls return it when you are done <3

yessir o7

early am radio: I would let you control the aux cord on a road trip

lets goooo we’re gonna listen to so much of the j&h musical >:3

solar heat death

HFJVKKDJFJEJFNSKCJDJCJDKCJSKCJ *hugging you hugging you hugging you huggi-* im so glad you like them hehe, that lil compliment just made my day <3333

💚: one million dollars. for you.

:0 I could buy you so many cookies with that

🩵: you are amazing and I love you <3 /p

hfjvkdkcjdjf thanks!!! love ya too hehe <3 /p

💜: you look like you had a fnaf phase

hm thats interesting… I never had a fnaf phase but I do know a bit about it! not too much but enough to know that the puppet is my favorite

thanks for the ask!!

[feeshybeach]

trannytek -> feeshybeach

collective names : Tango, Jimmy, Scott

collective pronouns : he/sea/ice/cold/snow/fire/flames

other info ? : 21 years old. polyfrag DID sys w/ OCD, BPD, AUDHD, and other disabilities. certified tranny fag. gay lover. a bear in both the gay term and because I will eat so many blueberries and then sleep for days on end... we're actively delusional at times and can truly believe we are c!tango, c!jimmy, and c!scott. do not reality check us. Doing so will result in an instant block <3

tldr : collectively disabled and mentally ill bitch whos insane about flower ranchers o7

https://rentry.co/coralcoveco

* not completely finished but good enough!!

I love writing gay shit between minecraft characters. You should give me prompts and ideas for general mcyt fanfic ideas. Blinks at you. My art and writing blog is @transmodifiedtek. I don't often use it and may phase it out. who knows? I sure as heck don't! :3

I will likely be phasing out the art blog and just post here, I am unsure!!

We are fluid with the language we use on ourselves, including but not limited to; parts, alters, headmates, and sometimes, the bitches who eats my cheese at 3 am!!

we don't expect much from our followers but to simply be kind. That's literally it. dms, asks, etc, are always open! interact with us!! we don't bite unless you ask!!

main fandoms;

Hermitcraft, empires s2, life series, dsmp, team crafted / old mcyt, yogscast, my little pony, HOMESTUCK, TOME (terrain of magical expertise), BBC Sherlock, BBC Merlin, Harry Potter¹, lord of the rings/the hobbit, welcome to night vale

¹ we have a long-term special interest in HP fanfic, and we do not support jkr. terfs suck.

the only "dni" i really have is: Endogenic community + supporters are not welcome on my blog(s). This is due to trauma reasons. i do not give a shit. Leave me alone. I won't start shit I will simply block - just. Know you aren't welcome here, ykno? :/

general like. before you follow below?? I don't think dnis or byf/byis really. Do anything. this is just for Those Who Care. <3

i do not give a shit about cc!wilbur & cc!dream - support victims. thank u

this blog LOVEESS kinky sex and the right for two (or more) consenting adults to do whatever they want.

no fiction is immoral or inherently evil - kill the puritan in your head. write that fuck nasty toxic yaoi & yuri

mspec identities have a long historical part of the queer community