Hi! Im Nock, and I dabble in writing stuff, and occasionally doodling stuff 👍 I’m an extra anxious libra, my pronouns are they/she and I really love jellyfish 🩵🪼🩵
🛑minors pls dni, op is an adult🛑
I mostly just do drabbles and headcanons because long form writing makes me nervous™ ✨ I focus on mostly xOC, xReader, or MC content because it’s fun and I love it, but I’ll also do headcanons and ship-y stuff besides c:
I will write just about anything(pick your prompt, I’m pretty open. I do adore hurt/comfort and domestic fluff) except for non-con, *ncest, and like… outright t*rture. I try to aim for gender neutral when writing for a reader or OC prompt, unless explicitly told otherwise. Limit 4 characters per ask please! Some of these fandoms are reeeeally big, so we’re limiting it a bit. Please note this is a side blog so I can’t do replies on posts! Know that if you’re commenting I see you, I love you, and you’re fucking beautiful 🥺
Uhhmmm.. I’m in a lot of fandoms! Mostly games and anime, so here’s a wild list for y’all of what I feel comfortable enough to write for!
Sorry guys! Slow on updates cuz my gram fell and broke her arm so I haven’t really had time to sit and write- I’ll try to have something for this weekend but sorry in advance if I don’t manage to ✌️
Integra with a partner who is an artist (painter/ singer/ all around performer) :D
Yes! I’ve always envisioned Integra as a lover of the arts- especially traditional art? She seems like she’d enjoy a peaceful trip to an art gallery or museum. Sorry for the delay on this one, between work, the Summer games showcases and being sick I didnt do much besides veg out whenever i was free this week lmao Anyways! Have some Integra being soft because, dammit, she deserves it 😤
Warnings: None
Integra definitely reworks her entire study so there’s room for her SO to work in the same space as her
Artist!SO will get a whole art corner with a beautiful custom easel and comfy desk space right next to the windows for optimal lighting and an inspiring view- whatever they need to spark and stoke their creative process
Would immediately say no if her SO asked her to model but secretly is super flattered. If they draw or paint her anyways, she’ll pretend to be annoyed but will cherish the hell out of it- They’ll find the work later tucked away in a safe place, framed safely so it wont smudge or crack.
Keeps a portfolio hidden in her desk of sketches her SO deemed not good enough and meant to toss. Alucard and Seras have caught onto this and actively keep an eye out for other loose drawings- they sneak them into her study between paperwork and folders like a fun little surprise. Seras finds her reactions soo sweet- its so hard to not say anything when she sees Integras eyes soften at the half-hearted sketch! So cute!
Integra finds the sounds of sketching comforting- that little scratchy noise as her SO absently hums to themself is like catharsis, especially when she’s dealing with a lot of stress
If her SO is sighing or muttering, having a tough time with conceptualizing something or is going through art block of some kind? She does get a little annoyed with it, but she understands.
Sets her work aside and comes up behind her SO to wrap her arms around their shoulders from behind. “If you sigh at it anymore im going to toss that canvas out the window. What’s the matter, love?” She means this entirely lovingly, but will absolutely do it.
Musician!SO would absolutely have a space in her study too- She’d move offices to a whole different room if the acoustics are good enough, she doesn’t care.
Maybe not the biggest fan of hearing her SO practicing a new peice of complex work- the repetition of practicing the same sections over and over to perfect them would get on her nerves after so long.
“Love, I adore you, but if you play that part one more time i’m going to lose it. Please, play literally anything else.” She means this with the utmost love and care, but hearing the same section over and over is killing her.
Adores when they play free form compositions. Just starting with a generally familiar melody and letting the music develop a life of its own? She could listen to them for hours. She will listen to them for hours.
Definitely will lose track of time listening to them play- Sometimes gets a little too distracted and zones out to the melody when she’s working on a particularly boring bit of paperwork. Before she knows it, its nearly dusk and she’s gotten little to nothing done. Honestly? worth it.
She cherishes her SOs hands so, so much. She knows how much of their passion is dependent on them and how devastating their loss or degradation could be.
In quiet moments Integra will softly trace the callouses on their hands, massaging their palms and wrists, setting a gentle kiss to the back of their knuckles- absolute reverence for the beautiful hands that can create so much that she loves.
Integra being soft with an SO makes my brain go fuzzy- I just want her to be happy dammit 😭
For the second ask- can I have a story of Junpei Yoshino being saved by the reader? Context: Reader is also a sorcerer and was with Itadori at the time of the encounter with Mahito.
Ngl it took me a bit to work out a good concept for this one- idk if its just cuz i never really toyed with making a jjk oc or if i was just having a brain fart lmao and then I started writing and it just kept going??? Either way, here it is! GN reader and can be read as platonic or as a crush if you squint. Again, thanks so much for requesting! I hope you like it! 💕
Warnings: Usual canon compliant violence, mentions of blood.
“Should we really be doing this?”
Yuji just shrugged with a smile, looking blissfully unaware as you both lounged about in none other than Junpei Yoshino’s house, waiting to start a film while the aforementioned boy grabbed some snacks from his kitchen. Behind you both his mother was blissfully unawares as she slept soundly at the kitchen table with a smile on her face. This was supposed to be an investigation into the troubled boy and the strange circumstances he’d found himself in the middle of, but had quickly turned into the three of you becoming fast friends. Before either you or Yuji knew it, you were sat at the dinner table in the Yoshino residence like you always belonged there.
You couldn’t deny how much you genuinely liked Junpei- he was quiet and reserved with a stalwart sense of justice, but listening to him talk about his favorite films seemed to bring out the absolute best in him and make his smile look so much more alive. It was like a little part of his soul bloomed into a bright glow of happiness and contentment. Something about someone talking about their passions always made them shine in a way that was so beautiful, and you couldn’t deny that his bloom was so very enticing. Of course it helped that you shared taste in movies and in music and that he was seemingly such a sweet boy…
Truly, becoming friends with him like this had been such a breath of fresh air in all of the insanity lately. You were so thankful to have met him, even if the circumstances were.. crazy.
When Nanami had brought you onto this particular investigation you were terrified. Being just a student, and just a first-year at that, you had zero concept of how your curse techniques would be even remotely useful. Especially when Nanami and Shoko showed you the horrific amalgamates this new curse was able to produce. After all, all you could do was alter the physical form of objects, not people; Changing a rock into a knife and imbuing it with cursed energy was a vast difference to changing the shape of a body part, or a whole person, much less their soul. But Gojo had put the idea into Shoko’s head that it was worth a shot to see if you could reach something tangible in the form of a human soul, and so you tried.
Touching the soul was… exhilarating. Being able to see the physical manifestation of a soul was so, so beautiful. But it was also terrifying- being the only hope for these.. people that the patchwork curse left behind. It was like falling into a litany of swirling emotions, memories, passions, and colours, everything that made a person who they are, and trying desperately to wrangle them into a shape that they remembered and holding them there until they understood that this was their true shape and began to.. ‘heal.’ So far the best result was separating their physical forms and returning them to ‘normal’- but, so far, not a single person had survived. They returned to ‘normal’ only to be completely comatose for varying periods of time before slowly fading and, eventually, passing.
“Think any harder and your brain will melt,” Yuji laughed, nudging you with an elbow. You returned his easy smile as Junpei came back with an overflowing bowl of popcorn and some drinks.
“Yum! Alright, let’s get this movie party started!”
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You could barely breathe, running as fast as your legs could take you towards the ominous shadowed dome of the veil that had opened over Satozakura High School- Junpei’s school. You had happened to be in the area doing some light shopping when it started- the wrong place at the right time, you supposed. Reaching your senses out you desperately searched for any anomalous energies, until Yuji’s burst of cursed energy lit up like a homing beacon.
“Please don’t let Junpei be here- Please.”
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“People don’t have hearts.” You could hear the tears in Junpei’s voice and you raced around the corner of the corridor. You found him kneeling amongst broken glass in the darkened hallway, Yuji standing before him looking angry and distraught.
“You’re still just trying-“
“Junpei, please-“
“They don’t!” Junpei’s voice was absolutely wrecked with what could only be grief as he cut you both off.
“Other wise…” Tears streamed down his face, his entire body shaking as you reached to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Otherwise- Then that could only mean that people cursed me and my mom with those hearts! That would just be.. Too much,” he sobbed and shook you hand off to stand.
You backed away as cursed energy gathered within him and made the outline of his soul shimmer a brilliant melancholy blue- when in the world had he come into being able to produce cursed energy?
“I wouldn’t even know what is right and what’s wrong any more!” In a flurry of iridescent blue, a billowing jellyfish shikigami appeared behind him, quickly taking aim and stabbing Yuji with its sharpened tentacles.
“Y-Yuji!” You covered your mouth in shock as he took slow steps towards Junpei leaving a dripping trail of blood behind.
“Why-why didn’t you dodge it?”
“I’m sorry. I said a lot of arrogant stuff without really understanding anything. So, tell me what happened to you.. and I swear to you, if you do, then I wont curse you anymore. Please.” Yuji kneeled before Junpei, his voice soft, and you approached again to return a hand to Junpei’s shoulder.
“We’re your friends, Junpei. So, please, let us help?” You gave his houlder a gentle squeeze as he met your gaze with wide tearful eyes- and the dam broke.
Junpei crumbled before you both, body wracked with heaving sobs as he told you about his mother- the horrifying discovery of her mutilated body and another of those damn fingers of Sukuna’s just left there out in the open. Yuji took his hands in his own and you wrapped your arms over Junpei’s shoulders, letting him cry as you both fought back our own emotions at the news.
“I’m so sorry Junpei..” You gently rubbed his back as Yuji took a moment to process what you’d learned.
“Junpei… join Jujutsu high- You’d like it! There are lots of crazy strong teachers and good, reliable friends there. If we all work together, I guarantee you, we can find whoever it was that cursed your mom… then you can make them pay for what they did!” Yuji’s determination had Junpei’s tears start anew, and you nodded along with him.
“It’s true, Junpei. You’d never be alone, and we’d all do our very best to help you!” Yuji nodded in turn and you moved to hold his shoulders to properly look into his eyes. “Trust us again, Junpei. I swear, we’ll do whatever we can to make this right.”
“That’s a big promise coming from such a weak sorcerer.” At the top of the stair stood a man with silver hair and…a patchwork face. His body seemed to radiate the same shimmer you now equated with the visual manifestation of a soul, but so, so much brighter than you’d ever seen one. It seemed to ripple and move, like it was made of water, as though it didnt know enough to stay in one shape. What is he?
“Who are you?”
“It’s nice to meet you, vessel of Sukuna.”
The three of you stood and you deepened your stance to something more solid and defensive as it all clicked, “Yuji that’s him-!”
“Mahito, don’t do it!”
The Patchwork curse’s arm and shoulder alike began to curn like bubbling water, rapidly morphing as it shot out to slam Yuji into the adjacent wall- a second appendage morphed out of the side and swing too fast, swiping you away and tossing you down the hall like you weighed nothing. You flew until you hit the wall at the the end with a sickening crack. Groaning as you slid to the floor you were distantly aware of Yuji yelling, or saying something, but everything was violently tilting and fading into grey, your ears ringing like crazy and you could feel warm blood drip down your forehead and over your brow. Get up, they need you now!
There was a pulse of that same too-bright glimmer as the patchwork curse did something you couldn’t see and Yuji was yelling again, the tone now distinctly distraught as he yelled for you, then for Junpei. Blinking slowly, you’re positive you blacked out for a moment. You woke again to Yuji begging Sukuna for help while that awful patchwork curse giggled like a child. Dammit, get up! Get up!
Struggling to your feet the world swayed dangerously for a moment before snapping into focus on distinct blue shimmer of Junpei’s soul- now distorted and morphed into.. some.. thing that was collapsed at Yuji’s feet. The curse continued to laugh wildly and Yuji’s soul bloomed into a wild cacophony of bright white noise that was nearly blinding- and then he swung.
Fist meeting the patchwork thing’s face, you could see their souls touch in a way you’d never seen before- and the patchwork curse’s soul seemed to… crack? It was so small and barely there, but it had cracked! Had Yuji really hurt it?
You stumbled towards the thing that was somehow still Junpei, his soul twisted and tangled into some little blue monster that was nearly unrecognizable. The curse was goading Yuji into more of a fight and you could feel their souls and cursed energy bloom yet again as they moved their fight up the flight of stair behind them. Good, that gave you time.
“J-Junpei!” You dropped to his side, the wavering glimmer of his soul now so dim it was almost faded to grey in places. If you were going to help him, it needed to be now. But… You’d never touched a soul so newly wrecked- would it make a difference? Would it hurt him to try when he was so weak? There was no do-over with this, and if you fucked up he would die.
“I… I can do this. Please Junpei, please don’t die on me!” Placing your hands over the center of his mass, where is soul seemed strongest, you pulled at your own cursed energy. Reaching into him you were submerged in a vast, cold ocean of darkness. All you could feel was desolation- the frigid grasp of grief and sorrow as you tried to pull as much of his soul together that you could reach. It was like trying to grab bubbles of shimmering water, Junpei’s soul trying its best to separate and float away.
“Not today- You’re coming back with me, dammit! I’m not giving up on you, so don’t you give up on me, Junpei!”
Pushing the last drifting bubble of his soul in with the rest you could feel your own soul stretch thin trying to compress the pieces into the familiar form of your friend and holding it there-
This has to work. Please! The dark around you seemed to grow brighter and brighter until it was a blindingly bright sky blue as the pressure on your soul seemed to pulse- then something within your souls seemed to snap and everything went black.
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“Stop fidgeting, you look great!”
“S-sorry!” Junpei’s face was flushed in embarrassment at your praise as he tugged at the collar to his freshly finished Jujutsu High uniform.
Today was the day you finally got to introduce him to the other first year students and he was a bit of a nervous wreck. You gently swatted his hands away and adjusted the buttons on his collar one final time, returning his nervous look with a reassuring smile.
“You’re sure everyone will be.. cool with this?”
“Absolutely, silly. The others are super cool, and they’re all total weirdos, just like us! That’s why we all fit in so well!”
In hindsight that might have been a little rude to say about your friends but it made Junpei laugh, the first real laugh you’d gotten out of him since everything went to hell.
So it was totally worth it.
Ahhh okay this was so much longer than I intended it idk i kinda Ike it! Junpei deserved better 😤
Hell yeahhh- ugh the way this prompt reached out and grabbed me by the throat?? I love this concept so muchhh
Just headcanons written with as xreader this time around, hope you don’t mind!
Warnings: none!
First meeting and early interactions are probably a lot of calling you “mutt,” “Dog,” “Whelp,” and “Mongrel.”
Absolutely will try to pick physical fights- Alucard lives for a worthy opponent and finds a good fight to be genuinely fun. Probably the best bonding experience you could have, tbh.
Definitely doesn’t accidentally start to track the moon phases for you. Completely coincidental that he is always available on the night of a full moon and the day after.
Loves your teeth! Alucard will straight up tell you they are cute- Maybe a little hot, too. Especially if you’re mad.
Really leans into playfully teasing about petting- but loves to actually pet your hair and head as a form of affectionate touch.
Also really leans into pet-play when it comes to *ahem* private time lmao Biting? He loves it. Draw blood? Even better. Claws out? Hell yeah, sink them into his back, please.
Definitely loves when you sit on the floor besides his chair and lean your head on his knee- He’ll gently run his fingers through your hair as you talk or just exist quietly together.
Always present when the moon is full and your transformation takes over. Helps you exorcise all of that pent-up energy and blood-lust- and whatever else you might need, of course. Tries his best to keep you out of trouble, but will let you run a little rampant if its entertaining.
Provides much-needed care the day after- a long lazy day of rest, good food and drink, and whatever words of comfort or affirmation you need to hear(albeit a lot less sugar-coated than you might want. He’s here for you loving every aspect of yourself including the ‘monsterous’ ones).
Loves being paired with you on assignments for the Hellsing organization- affectionally calls it “Play time,” and is an absolute menace about stealing kills and generally messing with you- Not in a way that jeopardizes the mission, but just enough to give it a playful edge; Alucard knows when to get serious and when there’s enough of a power imbalance to allow for some extra fun.
Affectionate nicknames include: “Love,” “My sweet,” “Moon-child,” “Beloved,” “My Moon.” Will revert to calling you things like “Whelp,” or “pup,” if you’re having words or you’re being a brat.
Definitely don’t let him hear someone else call you anything derogatory though. He’s quietly protective of you. More often than not he will simply loom in that menacing way he’s so good at until whoever opened their big mouth gets the hint and apologizes. Egregious affronts are usually met with threats and whatever small-time violence he can get away with(Integra might let him get away with more if you’re also on her good side. You probably are. She seems like a dog person lmao). If they’re an enemy, he’s more than willing to string them up and let you toy with them if you want, but they’re definitely going to die afterwards.
Woof, Alucard just makes my brain go to jellyyyy 😩🔥 Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for requesting ;u;✨💕
I have two requests! So firstly, can I request Hellsing Ultimate but with Alucard and Sir Integra pining after the same person (reader)?
Aaah absolutely! Thanks to a kind donation, I’m the proud owner of an actual keyboardddd. I’m still adjusting sooo. If there are typos, no there aren’t 👍
Warnings: None!
“Ugh, this display is revolting.”
Alucard didn’t even bother hiding the amused snort at Integra’s words, idly leaning against the wall behind her, not even pretending to be the least bit interested in the current function they were attending. Some ostentatious soirée of old money families and crown boot-lickers putting on their best displays of ass-kissing to keep their names in the Crown’s good graces. Posturing. Boring.
Currently he was acutely aware of y/n’s nervous laughter as some puffed-up lord’s son-or-other tried to sweet-talk them for what had to be the fifth time tonight. He had to applaud the boy’s gall, if nothing else, as they were most definitely out of the boy’s league. Being the god-child of the Queen of England made them, by all definitions, unobtainable; but their questionable origin had definitely made them absolutely off-limits. No one ever truly questioned the sudden appearance of a mysterious royal god-child; god knows there’s always a royal cousin creeping from the woodwork somewhere. That was, until it came to the Hellsing Organization’s attention that said-child was indeed much more strange than just their circumstances. After all, it wasn’t often that the crown would willingly board a Damphir within the royal palace.
To The Queen’s credit, she had the sense to ask Integegra’s, and by proxy Alucard’s, help with ensuring they were well-versed in their heritage before being allowed to wander the halls of England’s seat of power and be sat at the Queens right hand. Intrigue turned to true curiosity and the newcomer was accepted, taken in, taught and educated appropriately.
What a mistake that had been on both Alucard and Integra’s parts.
They were captivating in both mind and power, and Alucard was beside himself- a Damphir was thought an impossibility, much less one from such an old and powerful line of vampiric lineage. They were powerful, elegant, alluring, viciously smart, and loyal to a fault. Within the year they spent under the Hellsing Organizations watch, y/n had Alucard pinned under their pretty little finger- and Integra too.
Though she’d deny it with every fiber of her being, Integra was hopelessly pulled in by the damphir’s natural charm. It was almost cute, if not for the fact that it made them technically rivals of a sort. He couldn’t deny he loved to watch his master silently pine over this pretty little thing. She would lose all focus on what she was doing with them in the room- completely lose the tight grip on her frigid countenance when they would playfully joke with her. To say Integra was enamored would be an understatement. In all the time he had known her, Integra had never shown even a thimble of the interest she had in y/n.
Both of them were hopelessly infatuated with this unique creature that had stumbled into their lives and was utterly and completely off limits to them in terms of a relationship beyond acquaintance . Not only because of their lineage and ties to the crown- but because they had become quietly engaged to a certain bumbling blonde Vampiress they both knew all too well.
True, either of them could have stepped in and ended the relationship at any time; been selfish and cruel and stolen them away for themselves. But as much as they’d deny it outright, they loved Seras beyond words. How could they deny her the happiness she had found in all of the hell they dealt with?
Eyes drifting over the crowd, Alucard sighed, catching the eyes of Walter as he approached with Integra’s next drink. Wine seemed all they were supplying tonight and Integra had groused the whole first hour that there was nothing harder than, “bloody juice,” to get her through this socialite-styled torture.
“You’re a godsend, Walter,” She thanked him quietly, chin in her hand as she swirled the deep burgundy wine.
“Not at all, ma’am. How is poor y/n doing with that young chap? Trenton, was it?” He adjusted his gloves , setting into place besides Integra.
She chuckled, “He’s still at them. Good thing poor Seras isn’t here yet or she’d have had him unconscious in a broom closet and hour ago. I think they’ve blown him off a good three times now-“
“Six, actually,” Alucard supplied with a grin, spotting them from between bodies as they escaped the bull-headed boy towards the entrance. As if sensing his interest, their eyes met his before bouncing between Integra and Walter, their smile widening nearly imperceptibly as they gave a small wave. Behind them a pair of gloved hands reached for their own, a certain Police Girl finally making her demure entrance at last. His grin slipped to something bittersweet as y/n turned and the two met each other half way, foreheads together as they shared a quiet laugh in greeting. With hushed voices they moved the the outskirts of the party to avoid anymore would-be “suitors” and enjoy the evening in peace.
Alucard was brought back by Integra’s quiet sigh. He knew the sound all too well and watched as she pointedly avoided looking back to the entrance.
“As I said: Revolting.”
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Wahooo- its been forever since I’ve written Alucard. And I’ve never gotten to try a hand at Integra. I really hope you enjoyed. I wanted the ending a little bitter-sweet and I do think they’d both be willing to sacrifice their own happiness for the sake of dear Seras ;-; Thanks again for your request! I’m working on the other one too! c:
Ok 1 love the new lay out! I love the shade of yellow you used! I hope this works out for you
Secondly. Would it be ok if I could get itadori headcannons for an s/o with ADHD who just had a sensory overload? If that's too confusing I'll take one with him with an s/o with four cats (yes I have four now)
Thanks so much! I hope so too- fingers crossed 🤞 and I’d absolutely love to! Ngl in my mind Itadori absolutely has a touch of ADHD so how about we do a little of both!(kinda written as AU-ish. No mentions of jjh or anything so take it as you like)
Warnings: anxiety mention, some crying
Itadori is used to your general adhd symptoms- and the two of you bounce off of each other a lot when it comes to daily tasks. You’ll get lost is an ever-growing list of little things that lead to other little things which lead to even more little things that all need doing- chores, tasks, assignments, reports, whatever. The whiteboard you’ve begun using as a to-do list is getting more chaotic by the hour and every time you pause to look at it, that feeling of exhaustion creeps closer and closer upon you, threatening to immobilize you completely.
But Itadori? He has this amazing knack for showing up just in time to catch you before you completely give up on the day. He nabs a task or chore just trying to help out and, before either of you know it, he’s finished half the things you started and got sidetracked from finishing. And there’s quite a few times that you’ve done the same for him! It’s a great dynamic between the two of you that keeps you both from being burnt out as often.
Itadori is also surprisingly perceptive, wether he realizes it or not. He knows there’s moments when everything around is just way too much and you’ll quietly excuse yourself from whatever is going on and disappear for a bit to “recharge,” as you’ve both come to call it.
But this time there’s something more to it, he thinks.
You’d been studying as a group, everyone chatting idly as you all finished up a paper that had you doing borderline obsessive research for the past few days and collecting so many pages of notes for everyone to use that you had apologized when you presented the veritable stack of notes. Honestly it was more than anyone really needed, but you were always thorough and detailed when it came to new information. Someone in the group asked a question and you launched into a detailed answer, flipping through your notes to reference, and excitedly prattling on about related facts. If he was being honest, this was his favorite way to see you: animated and passionate about something that excited you! He knew you loved to learn and loved even more to share that knowledge with your friends- but seeing it in real-time, that smile that lit you up like a star, the dazzle in your eyes? Adorable!
And then you just-clammed up.
One of the girls in your group, he couldn’t even remember her name, looked you up and down before she smiled in that way that immediately read “condescending,” as she side-eyed the boy next to her and he gave a little huff in turn, something barely worth being called a laugh. But that was all it took for you to immediately stop talking and apologize- the smile on you face dimmed to a nervous flicker as an embarrassed flush coloured your ears a brilliant red. You settled back on your knees, idly rubbing the back of your hand as the rest of the group moved on like nothing had happened. Completely oblivious they returned to chatting and texting and just pretending nothing had happened.
Somewhere outside the open window a dog started barking and your head snapped to the noise like a magnet, brows gently furrowed as you absently scratched at the back of your hand. Someone across the table sighed and started tapping their pen against their textbook and Itadori honed in on the noise, counting the taps as he watched your brows furrow further, eyes jumping from person to person around you. Someone’s phone vibrated on the table and the pen tapping lost its rhythm, before it slipped and clattered onto the floor. You cleared your throat and smiled for everyone before quietly excusing yourself to go grab something you’d forgotten in your room, making a break for the door with the promise that you’d be back in a bit.
Again, no one bats an eye at your behavior- they don’t even say anything as you disappear. But.. there’s just this certain look about you as you head out of the room that pulls Itadori’s rapt attention. Maybe it’s the subtle wobble in the edge of your smile, maybe it’s the way that smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes, or maybe it’s the way your hands are clenched just a little too tight- something is off. This isn’t just a need to “recharge,” and he stares at the door long after you’ve disappeared, completely checked out from the people around him.
In your mad dash for some place quiet, you found yourself hunkered down in a stairwell, sat tucked against the wall with your forehead on your knees. Your mind raced with how stupid i must have sounded, how weird everyone must think I am, wishing more than anything that my heart would stop thundering in my ears or a hole would just open up and swallow me whole. You’d just been so into the topic- you hadn’t meant to run off at the mouth like that. And then i just ran? Oh mannn. Deep breaths. Just relax, right? I’ll just head back to my room, maybe change into that big comfy sweater and grab some tea... and then it hit you. I have to go back.. I left all of my stuff.
Running a hand through your hair, you tried to mentally prep yourself for the walk of shame you’d have to do. You couldn’t just leave all of your study materials in someone else’s room- but your heart still felt like it was going to pound out of your chest and you just couldn’t shake the furious embarrassed blush that burned across across your whole face. You had no choice but to go back…
The door besides you swung open and you let out an involuntary, “eep,” of surprise before spotting the messy mop of Itadori’s rose-toned hair.
“There you are! I got a little worried so I brought your stuff,” He gave you an easy smile, lifting your worn bag from his shoulder and letting the door drop closed behind him. The sound of it closing echoed across the stairwell and into your skull and an unbidden wave of frustration washed over you as you stared at your neatly packed bag.
“I-I said I’d be right back!” Why am I being so defensive? Shut up! “You didn’t have to do that- I was coming right back.” Ugh, my face feels like it’s going to melt off-
Itadori’s smile dropped a bit and he shrugged, “No you weren’t.”
What? How did he-
“It’s cool, those guys didn’t even notice. They’re too busy with their phones,” he chuckled softly, setting you bag at your feet.
That fire in your cheeks burned brighter at how right he was and you looked away, finding the laces of your shoes infinitely more interesting as silence fell over you both. He moved next to you, sliding down the wall to settle beside you on the floor. It felt like ages, the two of you just existing in the silence of that empty stairwell. But as your face cooled and your heart stopped threatening to leave your body, you realized exactly how glad you were that Itadori saw through you so easily.
“I.. yeah, you’re right,” Your voice was barely a whisper and your eyes itched with the urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
Itadori laughed softly, leaning a bit to bump your shoulder with his own, “no prob, I know you wanted to get away.”
You nodded, trying so hard not to sniffle. You’d embarrassed yourself enough for one day, please don’t cry in front of Yuji.
“You want a hug?”
You laughed, the sound small and watery as you nodded, “please?”
He reached over to wrap an arm around your shoulders before tucking your head under his chin with another gentle laugh. You were so glad when he didn’t mention the dampness that soaked into his shoulder.
“Thank you, Yuji.”
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“Awe, man, you have 4 of them!?” Yuji was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in your living room, the biggest grin on his face. “Can I pet them? Like, all of them!?”
Nodding, you couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm as he all but launched himself at the closes cat to his person.
The other 3 watched in curiosity as this bouncy new stranger cooed and scratched their sibling in all the right places. And before he knew it, he was surrounded with 4 demanding little furballs who all wanted the best of this strangers scitches.
Alrighty so it seems like there’s some positive interest in broadening my fandoms.. so rebrand is a-go! Thank you guys so much, you’re all so amazing 😭💕
I think for now I’ll keep the username, because I really do love it. But we’ll rebrand the whole blog as far as palette/icon/heaters etc.. I’ll set up a new intro post with a fandom list etc etc and then we can maybe do a prompt list to get back in the swing of things. So keep your eyes peeled! 👌
Ahem.. so I’m still alive I guess? I kinda fell off the SF train tbh. It holds such a special place in my heart but it’s not the current fixation so I’ve had so much difficulty writing for it now that I’m writing again. How would we feel about a bit of a blog rebrand and opening up to some other fandoms? Mostly games and anime? I really want to refocus on oc and xreader stuff, tbh. It’s silly but I really love them. And also headcanons! Love those ;-;
Okay. We all know the SF fandom loves the idea of Buzzfeed Unsolved gang. How do you think their adventures go? (Larry and Sal being Ryan and Ash being Shane. Please add in Todd cause people don't add Todd into this ;-;)
Ah this is my fave AU! I think it’s just adorable ;; no real organization to this one, outlay just ideas and rambling I’m sorry ;;
Their adventures are always a wild ride. Sal is definitely trying his best to do legit ghost hunting- him and Todd have the tech side down to a science and they’re both pros when it comes to using stuff like EVP recorders, Spirit Boxes, different camera types etc... Larry on the other hand is just 100% jokes the whole time. Poor Sal is doing his best to ask pertinent questions like who they are and why they’re there while Larry is asking what the ghosts favorite pizza toppings are and weather they prefer boxers or briefs.
Ash got roped into the whole thing because she’s just a ride or die friend(and it sounded kinda fun). She takes everything they witness with a mountain of salt and has an explanation for literally everything they see or hear. EVP saying something? Nah, man, that was the wind. Larry, you absolutely were just breathing too close to the mic! Absolutely has the most guys when it comes to demon hunts and will definitely tell the demon to fight her or fuck off(cue Sally laughing his ass off while Larry loses his shit- “Jesus, Ash, you’re gonna get us killed!”).
Todd is the man behind all the tech and has made a great deal of their equipment himself. He also does most of the footage review because no one else has the attention span to watch 18 hours of cam footage. He loves being paired with Ash when they’re hunting since her dry disbelief is a great way to debunk on the spot(and also she’s just super chill and good to bounce ideas around with).
Sal absolutely cannot keep a straight face when Larry starts flipping out over eerie noises so hints they’re paired on are always hilarious. He actively pranks Larry with silly things like bunmping into things in the dark, making weird noises when he’s not paying attention etc... and poor Larry is just spending the whole thing trying to keep his cool- “Man, this isn’t so bad. I mean, what’s the ghost gonna do? Haunt me?” [distant bang] “I take it back! This is awful I’m going the fuck home guys-“
Gang with a southern s/o. Like, flannel, straw hat, the accent. The loveable dumb farm boy/girl/kid aesthetic.
Cute 💕 again, skipping Todd on this one for the sake of Neil 😔
Sal: Oh my god he’s over the moon for their accent! He totally has a hint of a Jersey accent so he feels right at home when he hears that southern twang and thinks it’s so adorable. He’ll definitely be borrowing their flannels all the time, and by borrow I mean steal. Good like getting them back. Definitely is 100% on board for lazy days sitting in a field while his s/o rambles about the old family farm.
Larry: One word: enamored. He loves everything about his s/o’s southern charm. His favorite thing to do is let them just prattle on and on about random things just to hear their accent. Just beware, the more time he listens to them, the more he unknowingly imitates the accent. He doesn’t mean to, it just kind of happens, and he goes tomatoe red when his s/o points it out to him. Absolutely will always be gifting them cheesey farm-themed home goods for holidays, along with new hats because they’re just too cute, man!
Ash: Please just read the back of the cereal box to this girl, that accent is her lifeblood. She’s so onboard with her s/o’s fashion and loves seeing them in overalls and work boots! She’ll totally take them out to local farms for photo shoots, their aesthetic is just perfect, and it give her the excuse to take as many photos of them as she wants! Absolutely will call them her sweet southern baby.
Everyones reacton to the 5th memder of the gang that dosent talk mutch , says a maximum of three sords per day gets in a fight with travis and he says something along the lines of "you dont have anything to say pu$$y" and thate responce is "dont mistake my silense for weekness. after all, no one plots a merder out loud". and that one statement is the longest thing that they say in the whole time the group knew them.
How’s everyone’s quarantine going?
Sal: Dear Sally is a boy of not too many words himself, so he vibes with the new kid super well. They both probably get really good at communicating nonverbally with hand gestures(maybe ASL?) and body language when its just the two of them. The new kid very rarely says anything when Travis gets into their business, preferring to make rude gestures in turn, so when they finally snap on Travis he feels like he has whiplash- one minute they’re in the hall while Travis berates them (like usually does) and, honestly, Sal is bored with it at this point, when they slam their locker door shut and round on Travis like a storm. They fly off on a blue streak of insults about Travis’ stupid hair and his stupid shoes and his stupid sweater and his dumb voice before calling him a few choice explicatives the teacher would have been pissed to hear. Travis stands there absolutely dumbfounded because this weird kid has literally never said a word to him before this. “ Cat got your tongue, Traaaavis? Never mistake my silence for fear. No one plots a murder out loud.” Cue poor Sal absolutely fighting for his life to not start absolutely cracking up at the look of terror that blooms over Travis’ face.
Larry: This boy talks too much so, naturally, he just fills in the space that the new kid’s silence leaves. He’s not super attentive when it comes to nonverbal communication, but shrugs, nods, and simple gestures are more than enough for him to get an idea. He also has a habit of vocalizing for them to the group, even if it’s not really necessary, and he sort of becomes an unspoken “translator,” for them. Travis homes in on this like a heat seeking missile, but the new kid takes his trash-talking like a champ and watches quietly as Larry threatens him in every way possible anytime they interact. One miserable day in spring, though, they finally snap on him like a rubber band . They’re listening to Larry talk and digging something out of their locker when Travis rounds the corner and purposefully slams their locker, slamming their fingers in the door before roughly shoulder-checking them into the line of lockers. Larry immediately starts yelling threats, but the new kid cuts him off with a wildly monotone tirade of angry words involving his parents, ancestors and his proverbial dog too- and Travis is stunned, gaping like a fish, because this kid has never said a word out loud. Admittedly, Larry is floored, too. They smirk, “What, didn’t think I could talk? Sorry to break it to you, I’ve just been too busy plotting how to dispose of your body to waste time talking to you.” Travis books it down the hall in shocked terror and Larry absolutely loses it practically crying, laughing hysterically.
Ash: The new kids lack of verbal responses makes her a little nervous at first. She’s used to her chatty friends, her overly chatty brother, and the general constant noise of school. So having someone in the friend group that might talk enough to count on one hand on a good day was a little weird. But, she’s also so quick to adapt to weird in any situation and takes to the quiet companionship like a fish to water. Unlike everyone’s favorite bully, Travis, who though their new friend would made a wonderful target since they never talked back when he was bing an asshole. Ash usually would tell Travis to mind his mouth and direct them away from the issue and back to the rest of the group. But everyone has a breaking point. It had been a long week of crunch-studies for the upcoming standardized testing and everyone was tired, burnt out, and in a generally not good mood. Ash had accompanied them to grab a forgotten study guide so they could crunch some more over their lunch period when Travis decided to rear his ugly head. Roughly shouldering them into a row of nearby lockers he laughed obnoxiously and spat a few choice insults regarding their silence as Ash helped them up, telling him in no uncertain words to kindly fuck off. “You know,” they started, taking their scattered books from Ash, “the only reason I don’t talk, Travis, is that I’m too busy. Don’t take my silence as weakness, dude. No one plans a murder out loud.” Travis was speechless as Ash snorted a thinly veiled laugh, linking arms and heading down the hall and leaving Travis to stew.
Todd: Todd didn’t even blink twice when the new kid turned out to be mostly non-verbal, and shocked the whole gang when he signed to the new kid asking if they also knew ASL. Communication came easy to them and Todd becomes the deaf to translator on days when they’re totally non-verbal. Unfortunately, not everyone is as cool about it as Todd, so it’s no surprise when Travis decides to set his eyes on the new kid. Todd’s not much of a talker when it comes to Travis, preferring to just completely ignore him and they would walk away, figuring that if they didn’t react it wouldn’t entertain him into doing it more. Of course, on more than one occasion, Todd got frustrated enough to tell Travis to fuck off, though in less explicit terms... so when the new kid finally hit a breaking point, it was no surprise. It was Friday and they were both heading to the library during their free period to get in some extra studying before their Chemistry test that afternoon. Travis rounded the corner and deliberately shoulderchecked the new kid into the row of lockers on the other side of the hall. Todd told him where to shove his attitude before helping them gather up their scattered books. Of course Travis carried on with a slew of insults as they both ignored him, sorting their study materials on the lenolium. With a heaving sigh, the new kid gave Travis a dead-pan stare and stood up. “Travis, the reason I never talk to you is because tour idiocy is just not worth my time. Besides, no one plans revenge out loud, do they?” Todd choked back a chuckle a they started walking back towards the library, leaving a positively steaming-furious Travis in the empty hallway.
Listen, it's 3:22am, I'm up writing MHA fanfiction, I stumbled across your work on my Kohai's page, and let me just say I LOVE YOUR WORK ALREADY LIKE WHAT YOU'RE A TALENTED WRITER AND YOU JUST LIKE GET THEM AS CHARACTERS AND UH I'M A LITTLE AWKWARD/ ALOTTA WEIRD AND YOU PROBABLY KNOW THIS ALREADY SO IMMA JUST GO FULL THROTTLE NOW AHHHHHHH SAL FISHER IS HUSBAND MATERIALLLLL-- the freaks certainly come out at night, huh? Anyway, have a good day/night! 💙
OmG thank you!? You’re too kind I’m gonna cry ;o; Sally is totally husbando material! I love our soft blu boi uwu also did I hear you say MHA fanfics?! 😍 excuse me while I lurk *o*
I love your blog! so descriptive and flavorful! Please do more!! Also...... * dabs*
Thank you very much!!! Im sorry ive been so inactive- the whole coved-19 thing has kept things hectic and I recently lost my job because of it all so I’ve just kinda been vibing lmao *dabs with u*
I’ll be back on my bullshit in the next couple of days with some sweet sally face content ;D
Travis having a shy frend that teaches him to play the ukulele and for his birthday the only thing he gets is a hand-painted ukulele from his only and closest friend. I just love travis and i want him to be happy :)
Oh! Our first Travis prompt! And it’s adorable ;o; I hope you don’t mind I don’t have his voice down quite yet so I’m gonna try my best! Friend is written as [name], they/them!
Birthdays were always a bittersweet affair for Travis Phelps- On one hand, he had his mother, sweet and soft, who would welcome his day in with a warm breakfast and a kind hug and send his off to take on the day with the most sincere wishes that his day be happy. On the other hand, he knew returning home would mean interacting with his father. This usually meant spending evening recounting his achievements and what he’d learned this past year on earth and counting down the days until Travis would join him in the ministry. Sometimes, if he played his cards right and was as polite as possible, he could avoid most of it with excuses of homework or studying, narrowly avoiding his fathers inevitable anger. This year was different, though- he got to avoid the whole sordid affair for an extra hour and spend it with the one person he actually wanted to spend his day with.
Taking up music lessons had been the best thing he’d ever done- not only did it give him the chance to learn a skill he actually enjoyed, but neither of his parents questioned it when he’d decided to pick up an instrument, citing that it’d be a wonderful skill to have and would be ever so useful during the ministry’s annual summer camp. To top it of, he was being taught by his best, and really only, friend.
[ ame] had always been a quiet person, ever since coming to Nockfell. As the shy new kid, they’d nervously edged their way over to the usually empty lunch table Travis had claimed for himself and, eventually, they began exchanging pleasantries, which slowly blossomed into friendship. When spring finally came around the two started spending lunch in the courtyard, so [name] began bringing their ukulele to practice during the lunch hour. Travis was enthralled by how such a tiny instrument could sound so amazing and begged them to teach him. From then on it became a constant thing, meeting 3 nights a week for an hour after school to practice. Usually they practiced in the local park since it was on the way home and close by, or Travis would go to [name]’s house on rainy days, being quietly spoiled by their parents and enjoying the comfort of a space free of his fathers looming presence.
Strangely, [name] had insisted on going to their house today, even though the weather was lovely, but Travis happily obliged. He was greeted warmly by their parents before the two headed off to [name]’s room to start their lesson as usual. They ushered him inside and sat him on the sette by their window, drawing open the curtains to let the sun in with a smile.
“I wanted to do something a little... different today, I hope you don’t mind.” Of course Travis would never mind, so long as he wasn’t home right now.
“So, I know you said that you really don’t like birthdays... but I also know how much you loved the one I already made... and, well, I just couldn’t help myself-“ [name] laughs softly as they reach under their bed. Smiling brightly, they remove a box from under it, wrapped in garishly bright paper printed with balloons and well wishes and topped with a laughably large bow. “So, uhm, happy birthday, Travis!”
“[name]! You... you didn’t have to-“
“I-I know! But... well, when you mentioned your birthday, the way you said it... I don’t know, I just... I just wanted to make you smile. Just- just open it! I promise, it’s totally worth it!” They pushed the package into his hands, face a dozen shades of pink as they nervously plucked at a loose string on their shirt.
Quietly tearing open the package revealed a suspiciously ukulele-shaped bag, a small golden ‘T’ stitched into the bottom corner. Unzipping the padded material he was met with the gleaming surface of his very own ukulele, the normally mundane stained wood replaced with a painted design that was just.. so... him. His eyes roamed over the detailed design, trailing over the body of the tiny instrument and working its way up the neck. Little shapes were pained onto the fretboard to mimic the fret markers [name] had stuck on their own uke to teach him. Turning it over he found his name carved into the back of the neck with the year and a little peace symbol, the signature of the artist who had taken the time to create his gift. In a word, it was incredible.
Travis was quiet for once, trying to fight back the telltale burn of tears in front of [name]. He gently turned the ukulele over in his hands, running a finger over parts of the design as he took a moment to try and collect himself.
“Is... is it bad..?” [name] asked quietly, taking his silence the exact wrong way.
“W-what? No, of course not, you dummy!” Travis fought to keep his volume even, but the crack in his voice gave it all away- Like a dam had burst in his chest, Travis fought down a sob and scrubbed at his damp eyes with his sleeve. “It’s- it’s so amazing, [name].”
Gentle hands pulled the ukulele away before Travis was pulled into a warm embrace, his face hidden in the crook of [name]’s neck as they gave a watery laugh. Travis clung to them like a lifeline as his shoulders trembled.
Birthdays were always a bittersweet affair for Travis Phelps. But this year, jagged pieces held together it the arms of his closest friend, his back warmed by the rays of the afternoon sun, Travis found that birthdays could truly be happy.
“Thank you.”
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Welp, this is a cheese fest, but I’m a sucker for soft Travis ;-; the uke design is intentionally left vague so you can head anon whatever you’d like 🥰
Yes I do! Just be warned that the characters will be aged up appropriately c: also I have 8 prompts in the ask box, so it may take a little bit to get to you 💕
