Hajime And Nagito With An S/o That Takes Care Of Their Younger Sibling

Hajime and Nagito with an S/o that takes care of their younger sibling

A/n: Gn reader, I'll do a part two after this one also this is mostly head canons

Hajime

He’ll kind of wonder why you have a little boy running around your house

Aren’t you the same age as him? Is this your kid? Then he’ll start to panic a little bit

You begin to notice his worrying so you have to pat him on the back and reassure him that he’s just your little brother

He will have some questions if your ok with him asking you stuff about you and your sibling

“I thought you said you lived alone?” he asked as you picked up your little brother

“Well what I meant is, that it’s just me and Damien.” you frowned as you put him back down on the ground much to his dismay.

“Damien can you go to your room for a second? I just need to discuss something with my friend here” you smiled at him as you crouched down to his level.

“Ok! Just finish up soon cause I’m hungry!” he exclaimed before waddling off to his room. You back up again to face Hajime.

“The truth is are parents passed a while ago when he was really little. But it hasn’t been easy, I was just afraid of telling you because I didn’t want to scare you off.”

you looked down at the ground sadly, you felt a hand placed underneath your chin as your head was tilted up to meet Hajimes soft smiled

“Well I’m glad you did tell me because I promise I’ll do everything I can to help you too.” your eyes lit up as you threw your arms around Hajime as he yelped at the abrupt movement.

“Hajime that was so sweet!” you hugged him tightly hoping you could stay like this forever.

“Are you done yet! I’m hungrier” your brother whined breaking the silence. 

So I feel like Hajime is pretty neutral  on kids at first but warms up to them once he gets to know them 

But kids either love him or hate him with a passion

Obviously he loves your brother and thankfully your brother likes him too

Whenever he comes over Damien comes running around the corner eyes wide and arms in the air “Hajime! Hajime!” the sight will melt his heart 

He actually doesn't mind watching your brother if you have to study for school or go to the store or anything really

When you come back they’ll most likely be asleep on the couch together, you smile at the sight of your two boys cuddled up

 Nagito

Honestly he's never encountered kids much so he doesn't really have any sort of opinion on them

I feel like he’d be really good with kids but also has no idea what he’s doing 

You open the door quietly letting Nagito into your home as you sighed, hanging up your coat on the coat rack next to the door you turned to Nagito as he stood there expectantly.

“ Well are you coming to bed?” Nagito's face flushed.

“Um-you mean spend the night? With you?” he asked nervously as you nodded, taking his hand leading him up to your room through the dark and silent house.

Sunlight peeked through the curtain of your room pouring into the once dark room, you groaned turning to cuddle closer to Nagito but your arm landed on nothing.

You opened your eyes to see that Nagito was no longer beside you. In a sudden panic you shot up out of bed. You clumsily jumped off the bed dashing down the stairs ‘

Did he just leave?’ you stopped half way down the stairs to the sound of talking and the smell of food burning. You continued walking only to round the corner to see in the kitchen, your little sister Rosie and Nagito covered in what you presumed to be flour and batter.

“Oh, Y/n! Nagito has been helping me make breakfast for you” she smiled cheerfully. You smiled walking over to the two of them “I thought you left” you admitted sighing in relief.

“I wouldn’t just leave you like that. I'd hope you think better of me then that.” he smiled as you placed your hands on both sides of his face kissing him softly.

“Ewwww” Rosie blew raspberries as you parted laughing at your sister as Nagito chuckled with you.

He'll ask you afterwards about Rosie you know since he didn't know weather she was your kid or not

Though he will be hesitant to get close to your sister afraid his luck will affect her somehow you’ll have to convince him that nothing bad will happen  

He adores your sister, practically treats her royalty 

He’ll let her put makeup on him, dress him up, anything she wants he doesn't mind

Though unlike Hajime he won’t be able to watch her not because he doesn't want to, he could if you want to come back to your house on fire

Dating hcs for your fave ego, Actor Mark, and Murdock? :0

A/n: This took so long my hands are dead. Sorry this is so long, this legitimately took four whole pages to write lmao

Genre: Headcannons, Fluff

Actor

When he first met you through Damien, he was a total ass

He would take every chance he got to make some sort of prude comment pertaining to you in some way 

So of course your first impression of him was that he was just some rich asshole, and of course during that whole ordeal Damien was defending you but that didn’t stop Mark 

Anytime there would be some sort of event Damien would go to he would invite you to tag along and Actor would go to seek you out 

At first Actor felt a sort of entitlement towards you that all the harsh comments were justified by your status, but over time Actor started to…question his feelings towards you

Every time he saw you he felt his chest tighten and a fluttering feeling in his stomach made it hard to articulate the words he wanted to say to you

You noticed that his comments towards you slowly became less brash and sometimes he would even offer you a small smile here and there

Which was incredibly rare to see a genuine smile from the Actor 

But Mark was frustrated with himself, why was he treating you like this? Surely he wasn’t opening up to you so easily

This internal conflict lead to him going back to treating you like shit then feeling guilty and going back to being strangely sweet was exhausting for you 

There was a party going on at the Actors house and for some reason you went carefully optimistic about how you would be treated 

But tonight was some hoe the worse he's ever been 

Not just some rude comments here and there, they were cruel 

But it was only when he started to mock your physical appearance that you had enough of his bs 

You slammed your drink to the ground looking the now stunned Actor in the eyes “You know what, Mark?? Fuck you.” you hissed, storming off towards the door . You could hear Damien calling after you as you opened the door slamming it You could hear the door slam behind you as someone called for you, you felt some grip your shoulder lightly turning you around 

“Damien, listen…” you said before being turned to face the Actor, his face held an uncharacteristic soft look of worry. Yet you glared, shrugging him off angrily “What the hell do you want from me?! Why do some days you have to be such an ass, and then be so kind the next?” The Actor avoided your gaze a guilty expression crossing his features “It’s..its complicated…” he murmured . “Fine! If you don’t want to tell me? I’ll just be on my way then, have a lovely day Mark!” you shout turning quickly 

Mark's eyes widen frantically and he calls to you “Because I love you!” you freeze turning to him “What?” he feels this suddenly sting of vulnerability in this moment something he's not use to “I..wasn’t ready to open up to someone again. I thought I would be able to push you away and the feeling would just…go away. But I never meant to hurt you.” his gaze was fixed on the ground, afraid to meet your disgusted expression. But that feeling of dread washed away when your soft lips met his . For once in his life, the Actor had nothing to say, stunned by the realization that you had just kissed him

“See you tomorrow Mark” you smiled softly walking into the night 

Once you start to date this man though he will show you how truly dramatic he is

Like this man is such a diva 

“Darling, please I beg you if you truly love me don't leave”

“Mark I have to get up for work”

He is so needy, he needs constant attention and affection 24/7 

You’ll wake up in the morning with his face buried in your stomach, or he’ll be clinging to your side 

Have fun trying to get him off you, because this man has a grip of steel, your not getting him off

He’s very hesitant when you say you need to leave the manor for something insisting he can just have one of the staff members get it for you

He has serious abandonment issues, afraid that every time you leave the house will be the last time he sees you

He needs reassurance from you, though he talks big all the time he’s a very insecure person, please tell him you love him, he needs it

Whenever he sees you he likes to pepper your face with kisses, his stubble tickling you in the process   

He cannot handle horror movies or games whatsoever, he talks shit, but just one jump scare and he's clinging to you in fear

He’ll get really defensive afterwards so I would not recommend trying to scare him unless you want to spend the whole day making it up to him

He’s not big on pet names but when he does use them they’re usually the more classic ones 

Like ‘Love, Darling, Beloved, etc’ but if he’s feeling soft which is very rare he’ll call you ‘Sweetheart, Honey’ 

Softest you’ll see him is either when he's had a long day and all he wants to do is come home to you and fall asleep on the couch or when he’s half asleep he’ll cuddle up to you and whisper how much he loves you

He’s prone to start petty arguments sometimes that get out of hand pretty quickly 

He’ll give you the silent treatment even if you try to apologize and even if it was his fault 

But eventually he’ll start to feel a tiny bit guilty after ignoring you for a week 

He’ll peeper your face and neck with kisses and whisper sweet nothings to you as an apology 

He’ll take you out to a very expensive restaurant just to emphasizes how sorry he is

He does love you after all he just has a very funny way of showing it

Murdock

You first saw him at a coffee shop you frequently visited, mostly just to work, it was nice to get up in the mornings starting your day with a latte and just working in that quiet little coffee shop. And since it was early in the morning not many people came in to sit down, just a couple of morning joggers here and there but nobody who was there to stay, that was until one day. The morning had started like normal you got your drink and you went to sit down, but then this man had walked in.

Something about him had caught your eye, maybe it was his stylish sense of dressing, maybe it was this sort of mysterious feeling that lurked around him wherever he went. But something about him was alluring to you, drawing you in and captivating you. He sat at one of the many empty tables next to you sipping his coffee quietly

You wanted to make conversation, to reach out and introduce yourself, but felt too intimidated by him to say anything. Instead you internally struggled on what to say for ten minutes until much to your dismay he had gotten up and left the shop. This continued for a couple days until finally one day he spoke to you 

“Hey, I see you here every morning, how long have you been here?” You were a little surprised that he was talking to you at first but none the less you were overcome with joy that he had actually started a conversion. “Oh! Um about two years, I think?” you replied turning away from your laptop to face him “Two years huh? That’s some dedication right there” he let out a low, gravelly, chuckle to which you smiled 

“Yeah I guess so” 

He turned his head looking down at his watch frowning slightly “Well it’s been wonderful talking to you, but I’m afraid I have to go now, see you later Y/n” he waved, making his way through the door

‘Wait, Y/n? I didn’t tell him my name’

You two met up at the shop every morning chatting and conversing on the many topics of life before one day Murdock had asked you on date 

Walking through the park on a cool starry night, you wished you could have stayed there forever but sadly Murdock and you had to part ways eventually 

“Alright, well I’ll see you again tomorrow” he said smiling yet the soft frown of disappointment didn’t go unnoticed by him “Yeah! I’ll see you” you said forcing a smile on your face not wanting to keep Murdock for any longer . As you turned, walking in the direction of your car you were spun around to Murdock once more “Ah-! Murdock what -” you were cut off with a soft kiss to the cheek as Murdock smirked “See you tomorrow, sweetheart” he whispered in your ear before slinking away leaving you behind, flustered and confused 

Dating this man is…an experience to say the least 

Not in a bad way at all! He’s just so quiet your never really sure what's going on inside his head

He doesn't plan on ever telling that he’s a *cough murder cough* simply because he wants to keep you from harm's way including himself

He loves flustering you beyond anything else 

And he uses any chance he gets to do it

He’s sitting down and you walk by? He’s pulling you into his lap

You're standing somewhere just minding your own business? He’s coming up behind and wrapping his arms around your waist while he lays kisses along your neck

And despite this he claims he's not one for touch, yeah right 

If you ever do the same to him though?? This man is putty in your hands 

He loves to compare hand sizes with you, it makes his heart flutter <3

Ok but this man drives so f a s t

Not even intentionally, he just speeds, you're convinced your going to hit someone, but somehow you never do

He absolutely hates lazy weekends so don’t ever expect to be laying in bed with him in the mornings, he feels the need to always be productive 

He has no chill, despite his calm composure which in a way is sort of ironic 

He loves rainy days though, so expect him to drag you out during a rainy day to have a walk, under a shared umbrella 

And also long talks in front of the fireplace, very specific but he enjoys the feeling of the warmth from the fire and the warmth that your presence provides him as well

Yancy 

Today was visitation day at the Happy trails prison. The visitation hours had started about two hours ago and were now almost over, you sighed as you watched the other families visit and talk for away before departing. They hadn’t shown up, they called you here yet they hadn’t shown up. Honestly this didn’t surprise you in the slightest this wasn’t out of character for them at all. You sat waiting in the room surrounded by inmates, families, couples and yet no sign of your friend. You glanced at the clock watching the minutes tick by with a heavy heart hoping at any minute they would walk in, explaining to you there delay yet fifteen minutes passed by and there was no such luck

“Youse waiting for someone too?” 

You turned around to be faced with a tall boston man looking down at you 

“Yeah, but I don’t think they’ll show” you respond tiredly, as the man sits next to you on the bench “Me neither” you turned to him, frowning “Who are you waiting for?” you asked curiously 

“It doesn't matter now” you frowned, reaching out to pat him on the back, he suddenly tensed at the action and you quickly retracted your hand “I’m so sorry! I should have asked first” you quickly apologized. And he…chuckled? “No no, youse fine. I’m just not used to being touched is all” he offered a small smiled to you, one which you happily returned . Though your friend didn’t show up during visiting hours you and Yancy talked, laughed, and joked with each other until the last hour. It was nice, you hadn’t felt that comfortable with someone in a very long time. Yancy was so kind, you wondered how he’d ever managed to end up in prison in the first place, but there was no doubt in your mind you be back for the next visitation

It was only until Yancy actually applied for Parole that you started dating he wanted to wait until you could be together outside of just visitation hours 

Yancy is so touched starved please give him lots of love please

He will not be able to sleep without out you after the first time you cuddled 

So if you stay up late to work, draw, write, etc 

Yancy will find a blanket and curl up next to you

So if you sleep at your desk you’ll wake up with Yancy curled up against you 

Yancy loves to bake for you, once he got out of prison he started to look for things to do during the day and cooking just so happened to catch his eye

He’ll make you anything from deserts, pastries, full meals, etc you name it and Yancy will make it for you 

He also loves to knit 

So he’ll make you scarfs, mittens, jackets, cardigans, and a lot more, he has a lot of time on his hands 

Yancy loves to nap with you, especially on cold days he’ll come up from behind you and wrap all his limbs around you so you can’t leave 

Yancy also loves you carry you places, don’t worry about being to heavy he’s very strong so weight is not a problem for him

Kisses <3 

All the time, he loves them so much

And he melts when you give him any sort of affection especially kisses he just loves you so much

He’s pretty easy to fluster considering he's never been in a relationship before

Very worried he's going to hurt you with his strength he gets so excited whenever he sees you he just wants to engulf you with a big warm hug but hes so worried he's going to crush you

This man is like a golden retriever I swear 

But you love him anyways <33 

A/n: This took me all day ahhhhhhh

Masked dread

A/n: Just a Ghostface wip because I love this rat man ♥️ Also I plan to finish all my request don't worry I just had writers block and wanted to write something for me. Also gn reader ^^

EDITED because the format was atrocious

Warning: Cursing, Knifes, Blood, Mention of injurys

The walls of this silent house seemed to scream in anguish. Hot blood trickled down your bruised and muddied hand, the crimson liquid spilled out tainting the polished floor beneath you. Your hair was matted together, tangled alike with blood and dirt.

You knew the cloaked figure would be on to you in a matter of seconds, your trembling gaze shifted desperately to the red locker pressed against the concrete wall. You quickly limped to the locker. Your heart sped up, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the situation you now found yourself in.

Your ragged breath was going to give away your now painfully obvious position, if it wasn’t that then surely the blood trial now tracking behind you was.

Suddenly your body froze, at the sound of the heavy slow footsteps getting gradually closer. Swiftly you opened the door, backing all the way up to the back of the locker in one clumsy panicked movement, you slapped your unsheathed hand over your mouth.

Eyes darting from what you could see from the small misshapen holes in the locker. Your heart-stopped, your entire body ceasing to make as much as a sound.

The dreadful black robe, and taunting white mask, covering the face of a person you’ve oh so grown to hate. Every round you had with this man was fucking hell, he’d go out of his way to chase you completely ignoring the other survivors.

Any chance he got he’d use it to leave some sort of wound on you, you’d never leave a match untouched.

The masked man hunched down slightly, moving his head to the locker slowly. Your face went pale, as he slowly stepped closer and closer and closer until he was pressed up against it.

“I know you're in there…” he whispered, your eyes widened and the pit in your stomach twisted, as the doors flew open.

You let a mangled scream fly out of your mouth as you tripped trying desperately to scatter away from the locker as quickly as possible. Your heart sunk as you felt a harsh grip take hold of your shoulder.

You felt your body being pulled back as you coiled with the wall of the building, knocking the air out of your lungs in one harsh movement. Your muscles were yelling in pain as you laid defenseless, unable to move.

The man clicked his tongue solemnly, crouching down to your level, taking a hand full of your hair as you let out a pained gasp.

“Aw, I really thought you were going to put up more of a fight than that” he mocked, venom dripping from his snake-like tone. You felt the cold metal of a sharp blade being placed to your completely exposed neck.

“Don’t expect me to be gentle when you're the one who decided to make things difficult” he spat, his voice climbing down an octave leaving a hollow feeling in your gut.

“Now just hold still and be a good little -” he wasn’t able to finish his cooing as he was silenced with a swift punch to the face, his mask flung to the side. Revealing a raven haired man behind, now scowling at you with the fresh blood dripping from his nose.

“Still got some fight for me to stomp out?” he seethed the words managing to slip out from his gritted teeth,

“Fuck you.” you spat at him stumbling to arise quickly from your slumped position. You didn't get a second to think before you were being lunged at, the masked man now atop of you.

He held the knife dangerously close to your throat once more except this time you could feel the stinging pain of the blade now cutting through your skin. He smirked

“Tell ya what? You want to get out of here? You give me something and I’ll go easy on you, the rest of the round” he sneered, his voice oozing with confidence, he knew you couldn’t refuse he had the upper hand here and anything you tried to fight back with would be easily avoided leaving you with another bruise.

“What do you want from me?” you seethed, through gritted teeth, trying your hardest to avoid any movement that would send the blade deeper into your throat. “A kiss.” your eyes widened

“What!? No!” he shrugged,

“Your loss” you felt the blade cut deeper. You frantically tossed your head away from the knife, only cutting your neck a little.

“Fine! Fine! Just put the knife down” you shouted, eyes clenched waiting for the feeling of your throat being sliced in half, but to your surprise you felt a weight being lifted off of you.

You looked up to see the man now standing above you with a shit eating grin. You glared at him, he closed his eyes pointing to his cheek cockily. You rolled your eyes

“One kiss okay?” you said taking a deep breath you hesitantly leaned in. Suddenly the dark haired man turned to you grabbing your jaw harshly, as he pulled you into him kissing you passionately.

His lips were so soft, they brushed against your lips hungrily with a feather like quality to them.

As he pulled away smirking at your now flustered estate, you stuttered trying to think of something to say, anything, you weren’t sure whether you wanted to slap him across his stupid face or kiss him again with twice the force this time.

He came closer to you, his hot breath tickling your bare skin leaving a shiver crawling down your spine.

“Call me Danny” and with that he crept back into the shadows leaving you behind, light headed and trembling in delight.

‘Danny huh?’ perhaps he was starting to grow on you

Favorite characters of all time, and any fandom. Go.

Thomas Hewitt (Texas chainsaw massacre 2003)

Deimos ( Madness combat)

Wilford Warstache (Markiplier??)

Steve Harrington ( Stranger things)

Chiaki ( Danganronpa v2)

Gabriel/ satan headcannons? And maybe some general ones for their universe too, like about the transformation and what gets left behind etc?

A/n: Thanks for the request Anon, I absolutely love characterization and world building so this was a fun request, sorry if I ended up rambling at the end I got carried away

Gabriel is a tall lanky man, I imagine he’s more top heavy with a slender lanky waist 

His skin is a sickly pale with light pink tint to it, his knuckles are pretty bony, and his hands always seem to be cold to the touch 

He’s scarily tall, like 6’5 and he kind of has this looming presence he won’t speak much just stands, so the fact he’s tall makes him somewhat intimidating 

His hair is a silky blonde, with some curls here and there. And his eyes are an icy blue with a harsh teal tint to them

When he’s angered or upset his human features will melt into that creepy shaken smile and his pale complexion will grow into a dark gray 

He seems at first like a charming, well mannered, gentlemen at first but he puts this facade to deceive humans, it's more of a mind game for him to play around with them like that, he finds it entertaining 

Hes capable of changing his human appearance but settled on what he did because he thought it looked the best and honestly fed his ego by how many humans fawned over his looks

He finds humans entertaining though he doesn't find himself going out much, but occasionally goes out just to attract attention to himself 

He loves getting attention, but not actually interacting with the people, he just loves getting praised 

He’s a wolf in sheep's clothing, what can I say

He doesn't wear his tunic during the rare occasions he does go out, he prefers more formal attire, like button ups, slacks, and so on

He can fold his wings into his body to hide them from people, it’s almost like a magic trick, once their there then he folds them and there gone

He’s interested in human culture to an extent, it's more of something he finds amusing to him than anything else, he finds renaissances paintings and sculptures the most interesting to look at 

He is very charmed by people in general, he considers himself the true god of this world, their savior, so seeing something like humans trying to make something of this blank piece of dirt that they clung to humored him, especially when he could destroy everything in a matter of seconds

He's a sadist to say the least

Gabriel dose have the power to heal but uses it very rarely 

For the alternates I mostly consider them doppelgangers, copies of the original person. So they are separate entities 

But they believe themselves to be the original version of whatever person they are impersonating 

Except in a few rare cases there are alternates who are more self aware and have a better grasp on what they are, and have a few memorize from the original person they are impersonating, but these memorize are haisy 

The memorization can be a variety of different things, people, moments, places, etc..

It depends entirely on what grasp the alternate has on it’s identity 

Depending on how much of the alternate has been consumed by the transformation contradicts on whether they are able to completely disguise themselves like a person, like Gabriel's ability but not as powerful

Like a part of the alternate can still be identified depending their disguise

Certain things can show, I feel like it could change certain features of the person can be covered or morphed 

The alternates are Gabriel’s creations, but they were made with the soul intent to cause destruction, he wants to become the God of this world yet he’s sure of his intentions to cause chaos are justified in being that he’s this world's savior