WGAHSHAHH)DNEOCBROWNXOhsisjodh8hHEKEKFNW!!!!

what if I write smth abt gojo being a mean, teasing little shit but once you get him to bed he’s a whiny, sobbing bitch.

My mind is running with ideas

meow.

I never got to tell you guys but I got to go to Rockville on Thursday and I saw MOTLEY FUCKING CRUE

BEST FUCKING NIGHT IF MY LIFE

my voice is still recovering LMFAOOO

I was also like.. the only loud one there and everybody kept looking at me when I was SCREAMING the lyrics. Like dawg you’re literally in a MOTLEY CRUE SHOW??? why come to a concert if ur not gunna be loud/let anybody else be loud.

Anyway they took a solid 10-15 minutes to finally walk out.

I was already standing there for like 20 minutes before they started

I also got beer thrown at me and I almost got kicked in the jaw when some dude wanted to crowd surf. I’m not mad!

When I finally left my legs were hurting SO bad and I’ve never been so fuckin hot in my damn life. I thought I was gunna die.

omfg no way this shit is $449. this shit pisses me off so much wtf

Not the "people before profit" patch jacket being $449, fast fashion is fucking beyond satire at this point

Axl and Vince have more money than those who troll them for their voice and looks all day

exactly! so even IF ur shitting on them they’re still way more successful than those shit talkers.

OMGGGF FDSSHAHHHH

In Your Eyes

Hobie Brown / Latina Reader

Synopsis// Just Hobie with a Latina gf :3

Tw// fluff, angst, + a lil bit of hispanic family trauma cuz we love that (sarcasm), COMFORT !!

J's notes// *baho is a nicaraguan dish that has plantain, meat, potatoes, slices of tomatoes and other greens in it, it's on of my favs <3

HOBIEEEE MY GUYYYYY he's so curious about your culture, like where you're from, what your family is like, etc. he's like a kid in a candy store :33

He loves coming over to your dimension and eating with your family, he was blown away by the amount of flavour those homecooked meals of yours had

He loves it when you cook something new for him to try <33

He never really understood why you clean so much until he began to pay close attention to you. He quickly realized that you cleaned around the house whenever you felt overwhelmed in your mind.

"Luv, a'you alright?" he asked as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your plush waist. You stopped sweeping and let the broom lean on the wall so you could turn around and hug him, ".. Yeah. Jus' got a lot on my mind.."

He's not at home a lot because 'performing art pieces' (causing havoc in society) takes up most of his time, but he makes sure to express his appreciation to you when he comes home to a clean apartment and food already made.

Your family would absolutely love him, especially the favorite cousins, they like his easy-going and chaotic nature <33

"Y ese? Es tu novio?" your tia asked with a smile as she hugged you and looked up at him, bringing him in for a hug as well.

"You her boyfriend?" one of your older cousins asked him as you all sat on the steps, eating baho*. "Yeah, I am." he answered with a slight smirk. "A'ight, just don't break her heart." your cousin warned as Hobie looked down at you with a playful smile.

He treat your mom as if she was his own. I'm talkin like: he would do the most, as in, helping her around the house, helping her cook and absolutely showing you up xD

"Why can't you be more like him, ah?" Your mom looked down at you with a playful smile, her hands on her hips and Hobie in the background with a mischievous smirk on his face as he mopped the floor.

If your dad is in your life, he definitely brings Hobie along to the carne asada to make him help with cooking the meat. (Hobie has have you around so you can translate what your dad's asking him to do)

He feels so honored when your dad gives him a piece of the meat before letting anyone else eat (its a rite of passage atp)

Your little cousins def think of Hobie as the coolest person alive, he's out here buying (stealing/making) them stuff and they always have so much fun with him <33

He teaches them some British slang (and bad words ofc this is Hobie we're talking about) and loves roughhousing with them, he thinks they're energetic and loves them with his whole heart fr

"Quien madres te enseño eso?" you asked your little cousin as you kneeled in front of her with a half-concerned half-amused look on your face. You laughed a little when she pointed at Hobie who was now walking away, whistling and acting like he'd had nothing to do with it.

He's a fast learner so you best believe this man is out here dancing bachata, salsa, cumbia, reggaeton, punta, wepa, etc etc. you name it, he'll learn it for you.

"You just put your foot here, remember that you're leading." You tell him as you look down at the placement of his feet, he was trying to pay attention to you words but he was busy admiring the fact that you took the time to actually teach him.

Sooner or later, he ends up picking up Spanish since you speak it around the house sometimes + you two go to a lot of family parties. His accent comes through a lot when he speaks it and its adorable

Overall, he'd be a ray of sunshine to you and your family, everyone adores him 🫶

felt like dying when i read this but VMPRYIAs WRITNG >>

ok respectfully you’re writing is absolutely ethereal😭. Anyways I have a prompt that may get you to write something for the SF fandom (I’m very fixated on it and I can’t find decent content lol)

~ok so yk how Sal is on that killing spree to free everyone from the red eyed demon thing? What if the reader had been living there and now he has to kill them? Idk I just feel very angsty today

(have a lovely day 💜)

SAL FISHER X READER: the end.

i am putting a gun to my head, this was agony. i did some small research on how it feels like to be stabbed so my description is a bit detailed. i tried to expand on the feelings sal felt as he did this :( i hope i did the scene justice and i hope you enjoy! reblogs & replies help me be motivated!

TW — murder, blood, depictions of stabbing and death. angst.

sal’s chest felt heavy.

this felt like a scene straight from his nightmares, but no — it was real.

his eyes were clouded with tears, his lip quivering. his tears stained his skin and the inside of his prosthetic. he stood over the corpse of soda and faced chug’s bloodied corpse.

“i—i’m sorry.” sal stuttered.

in his hand he held the knife.

he wanted to die, he wanted to stab himself just like how he stabbed the others.

first, he lost larry. larry, his best friend. his brother. the demon was beginning to take over him leading him to do the did the only thing he could — drank himself to death to avoid having his soul taken away from him.

then, terrance.

the little boy broke the heartbreaking reality to him.

to save them all, he had to kill them.

sal didn’t want to, he didn’t want to hurt them. his friends, his family.. but, it was either save them by killing them or lose them to the demon’s power.

the world wouldn’t understand, but at least he did. at least he knew that this was the easy way out.

sniffling, he stumbled to the door of chug’s apartment and then walked out.

his grip on the knife was tight, the the sudden realization of what was next almost made his collapse.

you.

you were next on his list, you.

his girlfriend, his everything, his confidant. you. he had to kill you next.

his stomach twisted, the anxiety, the fear, the grief, the pain. it was all too much, he felt nauseous, he wanted to throw up, he wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

he wanted to be with his mom.

he wanted to be cradled by her, to have his face pressed against his mother’s chest as he wept away the fear of this nightmare. he wanted her to gently pet his hair and reassure him — ‘it was just a nightmare, dear. it’s okay, mommy’s here and she’s not going to let anything bad happen to you.’

but no, his mom wasn’t there. she wasn’t going to hold him, she wasn’t going to tell him he would be okay. she wasn’t there.

and now, you weren’t going to be there either.

you had been the one he cried to when he felt the grief of his mother’s passing, you had been there. you had always been there. you listened to him, you held him, you cried with him.

and now he was going to lose you.

who was he going to cry to after this? his dad is dead, larry is dead, you’ll be dead soon. who was going to hold him and reassure him he did the right thing?

you weren’t gone yet, but he was already mourning.

the walk to your apartment felt like he was walking to his doom, which honestly felt like he was.

he had sobbed as he went up to the floor you lived in, he moved his prosthetic to wipe his tears and now he was in front of your apartment door.

it was time.

opening the door with the spare key you had gifted him during your first year anniversary, sal stepped inside.

the apartment smelled like you, he could smell the sweet candles you had set up around the house, they were vanilla scented.

he always loved the smell of your apartment.

“hello?” you called from your bedroom.

sal froze at the sound of your voice, soft and his favorite. he loved your voice, he could fall asleep to you just rambling.

you entered the front area and saw sal, a bright smile spread on your lips almost immediately. “sal!” you said happily.

you could tell he didn’t seem lively, the knife was in his back pocket, hidden from your view.

looking at his hands, you saw the blood that stained them, then you noticed a bit of blood on his mask. “sal?!” you said in alarm, walking closer. “are you hurt? are you okay? what happened?” you asked, concerned for him.

he’s going to miss you, so, so much.

he was going to miss the way you smiled, the way your eyes crikled, the way you pursed you lips when you focused on something, your laugh, the way you lit up the room, your hair, you skin, your style, your art, your music taste, your everything.

he was going to miss how you always shared snacks with him, how you always called him at night while he was in the suburbs, how you would arrange study dates. how you would hold his hand tightly and point out every single thing you liked, how you cared about him.

he was going to miss how you—

“sal?” you asked, standing in front of him , your eyebrows furrowed up in worry for his wellbeing.

he wasn’t going to miss this, what he was going to do to you.

“i love you.” sal said, his hand reaching to his back pocket.

you laughed, “i love you too! what’s happening?” you smiled, an eyebrow raised in confusion. sal’s hand gripped the base of his knife.

“please forgive me.” he whispered, you could feel his heavy gaze behind his mask, the way his voice cracked, was he crying?

you looked down at his hand, watching as it reached for the back of his pocket, you then saw the blade that peaked from behind him, stained and bloodied.

you stepped back, “sal? sal— what..what is going on?” you asked, letting out a nervous laugh as you stepped away from him.

you heard a muffled sob come from him, “please, y/n. please forgive me, this is the only—way.” he said, you could hear the pain behind his voice, he was now gripping the knife by his side.

“the only way for what? sal, s—sal, please put the knife down, what’s going on?” you asked frantically as you tried to step away from him.

sal’s vision was cloudy from the tears, his already broken heart shattering as he watched the fear in your eyes. “the d—demon, it..i need to save you, please..” he sobbed, stepping closer.

you pressed against the wall and watched desperately as sal stalked closer to you.

“i love you, y/n.” sal whispered.

he stood in front of you, his shoulders shook as you stared at him. you were at a loss for words, your eyes were wide in fear, tears quietly streamed down your cheeks.

sal’s grip on the knife got tighter, his knuckles turning white. “say it back—“ he sobbed, “p—please, say you love me.” he cried.

he was begging, pleading for you to say your words to him.

“s—sal—“ you stuttered fearfully, “i love y—you, i always have.” you sobbed, your gaze moving down to his knife.

“please don’t—“ you pleaded, sal gulped and shook his head. “i know it might not look like it..b-but i’m saving you, i promise.” he stumbled.

he didn’t want to do this, he didn’t have the strength to lift the knife and puncture your stomach.

you stared at him fearfully, you never understood much of the paranormal activity, you only knew a surface level of information, but you trusted him.

how silly.

he’s about to kill you, but you trusted his word. he had always been the person you most relied on.

a sudden punch was felt against your abdomen.

one, and another, and another.

you didn’t register the fact he had stabbed you yet, the adrenaline rush hiding the agonizing pain that would soon take over.

looking down, you watched as sal removed his knife from your stomach. your blood was oozing out, staining your clothes and then you felt it—

it felt like a searing pain in your skin, your organs had ruptured at the impact and now you were left in agony.

a choked cry left your lips as you tried to cradle your wounds, your knees feeling weak, and then your screamed. a gurgly guttural scream, one that displayed the agony you felt as your wounds seared.

you collapsed on the floor with a heavy thud.

sal stood over you, he was taking off his prosthetic.

dropping it down to the floor, he sank down to his knees and he was quick to hold you. he could feel your warm blood staining his shirt as he held you.

your hearing was muffled, you couldn’t make out what he was saying, you could hear your blood streaming through your body and your pulse.

it hurt so much you couldn’t even speak.

your breathing got fast, you felt yourself gasping for air. your chest hurt, you couldn’t breathe— your mouth began to fill with a metallic liquid.

blood began to spill from your mouth, your coughs were gurgled.

your body was moving with every sob that came from sal. his grip on your was deadly. he didn’t want to let go, he wanted to savor the warmth of your body one last time.

now he was weeping, his sobs were loud and guttural, he wanted you back. he wanted you to hold him, to tell him you were fine.

he had envisioned himself growing old with you.

he even thought about marrying you when he finished his studies, he wanted to have a family with you. it all sounded so stupid now, but he was envisioning the life he could’ve had with you.

he babbled various ‘i love you’s’ as he held you.

his voice was muffled for you.

you were so tired.

your eyes got heavy, your strength was depleted. you didn’t want to move, you didn’t want to speak.

you couldn’t.

it hurt, everything hurt so much.

your airways filled with mucus, your breathing got nasally and scratchy.

you weakly held sal’s hand for one last time and then your eyes slipped shut.

two more breaths passed and suddenly it all stopped.

sal sore that time stopped.

your grip stopped and your body went limp.

looking down at you, sal let out a sob, his face was tear-filled and red. his heart was broken.

first his mom, then larry, then his dad and lisa, everyone — and finally you.

the people he most deeply cared about were gone, and it was all because of him. he did this, the guilt that overcame his body was immense. he thought about stabbing the knife deep into his abdomen and twisting it, to feel the same pain you felt.

but he was scared.

deep down, he was just a small child, one that grew up alone, the only people that accepted him were gone.

now, he was left alone.

just how it started.

Hobie Brown Headcannons!

just some silly stuff ! >__<

warnings: i believe none.

[this is my first time ever posting smth like this..hopefully it’s good enough.]

*Reblogs, notes n comments r much appreciated >O<!*

Starting off strong- this man definitely craves physical touch. Like have you SEEN him with the anarch-kids?

He cant live with out ur touch like seriously, it would drive this man insane.

You love your personal space? He loves yours too.

Especially out in public. This guy will have a finger around one of your belt loops/belt, holding onto your bag or hand, even has his arm snaked around your waist or shoulder. He needs your touch!!

he loves to cuddle. More of a big spoon kinda guy because he finds it funny how his body just completely takes over yours, ykwim? (If ur shorter than him ofc)

but won’t mind being little spoon fr. Loves to have his head laying on your chest as you guys sleep in each others arms.

Speaking of sleeping- he’s a really heavy sleeper.

when he sleeps he’s sprawled all over the bed so good luck trying to wake him up to give you room.

When you do try to move him, he dosent move or make room for you LMAO

he just groans before pulling you into his embrace and resting his chin on your head fast asleep with his arm around your waist.

He’s an ass lover.

Wearing shorts around the house? He’s telling you you look good in them. Bending over to pick something up? He’s playfully slapping ur ass and snickering as he does so.

Like- if your on youre phone or reading a book or whatever and your laying on your stomach, he’s gunna come over and lay his head on ur ass like a pillow and take a nap or do smth on his phone.

Same with thighs fr

When you guys are out walking around or doing something and you have back pockets, expect his hand in your pocket.

Because he could keep you close and get to feel your ass. Win win in his book!

He loves ur ass!!!!!!

He adores little trinkets.

He has them all over his house

Like the first time you walked into his house, you just saw a lot of bowls laying around in places like in his room, kitchen, living room ext with just small little knickknacks he found or bought (stole)

Loves to receive and gift them to people hes close with.

He’s like a crow honestly.

90% of the time when you guys are hugging, he would go limp out of nowhere and now here you are trying to hold up a 6’5 180 lbs guy as he’s chuckling his ass off.

Puts his arm on your shoulder or head like an armrest.

Never calls u by ur first name. always has some nickname for you like “darling” (since he’s a Brit n all) or a nickname that connects to an embarrassing moment of urs LMFAO

He’s stupidly smart but dosent put effort in it ykwim?

Same goes for cleaning like yeah he could clean it, but why would he? He knows where everything is so it’s fine.

Also loves to hug u from behind and burry his face into your neck.

Also neck kissed Are his favorite thing like cmon now.

Honestly dosent care What pronoun you use. You could call him ball/ballself and he would look over at you without batting an eye to that.

Knows how to sing, just dosent do it. But if u ask nicely he would as he strums his guitar professionally!

He snores and drools everytime he sleeps.

Also luvs to do and wash ur hair for u.

Hobie has ADHD idc argue with the wall.

If ur ever doing chores around the house he’s 100% always going to help you with whatever your doing even if it’s something as simple as sweeping the floors. He dosent want you to think your juggling to many responsibilities.

Typa guy to know a guy. He knows a lot of people.

All his fingers are decorated with rings. Once you guys start to actually get serious he would give you one of his favorite rings since he dosent believe in marriage.

It’s nothing too big though, it’s just a simple silver band that’s obviously been shown some love throughout the years.

Dosent really label your guys relationship. Why would he need to box you in like that? It’s stupid. He knows he can trust you and you can trust him so there’s no need to be calling each other “boyfriend” and “girlfriend”

Makes playlists for you and burns them into CD’s

We all know he’s alr stupidly smart, yeah? Well he was the kinda kid to always be sleeping in class, not do any work and fail it even though he was the smartest mf there.

Also hated to do homework so he didn’t do it. Who was gunna stop him? NOBODY.

Also sucks at spelling tbh

Like he dosent care abt it. “Apple” is now “aple.”

Loves to DIY stuff like clothes, pins, patches, jewelry n much more!

He’s punk so he obviously listens to punk music, but he also listens to more than that. He hates consistency !!

I think he would be a really good cook he just won’t put effort in exploring that part of him LMAO

he obviously has really good sense of style. I think a lot of people forget he was FORMALLY A RUNWAY MODEL. HELLOOOO???

So if he sees shitty quality clothes, hes gunna point it out to you and suggest something else.

When being taken out on dates he dosent really do anything fancy, not his style yk?

But he does take you out on the most amazing places only a few know.

Shows you the coolest pubs hidden in alleyways, site seeing, walking around London in his dimension and just little fun activities.

(maybe even steal from big corporations too.)

me with any motley fic

WHY IS NIKKI CALLING ME KITTEN AND THE READER CALLING HIM DADA FUCKING STOP

to who ever decided that David would call the reader 'kitten' in any fanfiction,

we need to have a long fucking talk

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄(𝐒)!

Characters: Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Megumi ♡

🪦 . . 𝐙𖤐𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄 ’s 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 (1): im so into JJK rn holy fuck.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎⊹₊ ⋆

🪦 . . I feel like we all can agree that Gojos’ love language would totally be GIFT GIVING.

⭑ When he’s out and about and walking by stores, he would peak through those big windows these shops have at the front of their establishment to try to lure potential buyers in, Gojo would lay his eyes on something that reminds him of you. Something you wanted or needed. Or seeing you looking at a certain item in a store for a little longer than all the other items in the building.

He would smile to himself, Imagining you looking inside the bag and seeing what new thing he has gotten you, to spoil you rotten.

He dosent give a shit about the money, he has enough of that. But he will never, i mean never, get enough of seeing your face once you open his new present to you.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈⊹₊ ⋆

🪦 . . When it comes to Nanami, i feel like his love language would be ACTS OF SERVICES.

⭑ Just Imagine, youre already stressed out of your mind from all the projects you have to do for work, the cleaning, or something along those lines. Point is, you are stressed.

Nanami would notice this and his heart would sadden, seeing you all worked up. So gradually he would snoop around and find your planner and notice how full it was of stuff you needed to do. An idea would come to his mind, what if he did some of these things? You know, just to make your life a little easier.

You were at work, doing whatever you needed to do over there as Nanami stayed home. You thought he would teach more students at Jujutsu High like what he normally does. But he had other plans. When you walked back in to your shared house, smiling fondly to yourself as you saw all the rooms cleaned up. You were going to thank him later, right now you have to focus on all the other stuff you need to do. After a bit of searching you finally found you planner on your desk like where it always is. Once you opened it you saw all the stuff you needed to do was crossed out with a bright red line.

Once Nanami came home you questioned him about it and he nonchalantly told you that he finished it for you because he saw how stressed you were and thought you needed some help.

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈⊹₊ ⋆

🪦 . . i definitely see his love language being QUALITY TIME.

⭑ you guys could be doing anything, and he would still cherish the time he’s spending with you. It could be shopping, watching movies, trying cook meals together..

As i said, anything.

Anytime Itadori finds a place that seems like you two would enjoy going together, say the carnival for example. He would go to text you, sounding excited to see if you would go with him. Once you say yes Itadori immediately gets ecstatic that you agreed we to go with him!

Once you two arrive you guys go on various rides, eating some of the food they had over there and even playing those stupid rigged games they have at the carnival and Itadori is enjoying every single second he’s spending with you.

..okay maybe not when he lost to those carnival games because then you would have to console him saying that he did a great job, it’s the games that are rigged

But other than that, he absolutely loves to spend every minute of his day with you!

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈⊹₊ ⋆

🪦 . . I have a gut feeling his love language would totally be PHYSICAL TOUCH.

⭑ No matter where you guys are, he absolutely loves to hold your hand anywhere you guys go. Same with having his pinky finger interlocked with yours, or his arm snaked around you waist. He just wants to be touching you.

But when you guys are alone, one of the main things he’s obsessed with is cuddling you.

Let’s say you’re laying down comfy as ever on your bed once you see Megumi walk in through the door. He looks tired, you could visibly see the eye bags under his eyes. You greeted him softly, a smile on your lips but he didn’t respond. He just continued to drag his feet, making his way to you before crawling onto the bed and immediately spooning you. You let out a small giggle before wrapping your arms around him, asking him if he was tired which he only groaned to before pulling you as close as he could to his chest with his chin placed on top of your head. And with that, Megumi is out like a light, sleeping soundly with him cuddling you.