#Oh gosh this is so self indulgent ^^"

[burloire]

Imagine a week where a fellow Solavellan creator didn't absolutely smack me upside the head with inspiration. Impossible!!! Happy Solavellan Sunday my fellow inquisitors! I am eventually gonna draw Solas as a Nobleman Knight I just gotta!!! Thems the rules!

[polarized-here]

Man what the helllllll who are these. Guys. Utterly insane.????

Autism to Autism. The guys ever. They’re eating at my brain. They’re parasites. Ignore me pls. I’m dying of being cringe <3

[articskele]

so, I just had my first drink today and while I was learning some trivia about how if you have less body mass, the more likely you are to get drunk, I thought about the Once-ler and your artic. Just like the two of them go for a drink (pre-relationship or during) and Once-ler starts getting all giggly and stares at artic all lovestruck. Like if it were not for this table in between then, the man would probably melt right into Artic then and there. But instead he's just laying his arms and head on the table, looking up at artic with big doe eyes, drunkenly babbling words of affection.

!!!!!! AWBFAWBFBWFDSHG THAT'S ADORABLEEEE

HEAD IN MY HANDS. He's so cute……….

[sunlightfeeling]

🤗

smapxsmap: 2012.7.23

[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 2

A/N: Okay, by popular demand, I decided to make this into a series so after this one, I’ll have at least four or five more parts to this series as it follows the movie events. I also tagged those that asked for part 2/asked to be tagged. Thank you guys for your support!

TW: Not much, just insecurity and a little bit of self deprecating thoughts really

Word Count: 2,097

Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

SPOILERS FOR KPDH

“Great, (Y/n), you’re home!” Zoey cheered as soon as you came through the door, tackling you in a hug as you were trying to toe your shoes off.

You chuckled, managing to juggle the groceries so you could pat her back with one hand.

“(Y/n), where were you, we were waiting!” Mira grouched impatiently, her and Rumi joining you and Zoey in the entryway.

“Only for a little bit though, Mira, chill.”

You made an awkward face, “Uh, I was waiting for you guys to text me that you were done and you never—“

“Oh, (Y/n), you’ll never guess what we saw earlier!” Zoey interrupted you, taking the grocery bags from you to see what snacks you had gotten.

“Oh my gosh, you won’t,” Rumi agreed, looking at you with wide eyes.

“What?” You asked curiously, putting the groceries away as the other three separated out the snacks and junk food to take a mental list of what was there.

“Some demons,” Mira spat the word with a snarl, “decided to come after our fans by making a boy band.”

Oh that sounded too familiar to you. You froze. And then did your best to act natural. “Oh, whatttttt?” Okay stop, your voice is too high. You cleared your throat. “Really?”

None of the girls seemed to notice.

“Yeah, we’re gonna kill them tonight,” Rumi tells you. “So that means we gotta get battle ready. So, will youuuu…?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, I’ll set out your battle outfits and make some dinner and bring it down to you guys,” You smiled indulgently at them.

“Yes! You’re the best (Y/n)!” Zoey cheered, pumping her arms in the air and throwing them around you. “And you’ll…?”

“Make you guys your pregame ramyeon? Yes, I’ll boil some water and bring it down with dinner so you can heat it while you eat.”

Rumi and Mira joined in the feral food cheering as the three made their way to the elevator.

“Yes!”

“Thank you, (Y/n), you’re the best!”

“Thank you, best sister ever in the entire universe!”

Sigh. Same routine as usual. They always took a few hours to get battle ready so you decided to go get their battle outfits down from the closet and make sure all the accessories and pieces were in place. And also set out some makeup and nail polishes that would suit their complexions and preferences while complimenting the black leather style.

After that, you started making dinner. Sometimes you felt more like an unappreciated housewife than the sister of an idol.

“Let’s go kill these guys.”

And, also like usual, you grabbed your backpack of first aid supplies and followed after them like a groupie.

To be honest, you really didn’t want to be doing this. They seemed nice back at their performance! They were just performing, singing their cute little soda pop song! And they were so nice to you too! Well… they were very flirty and that might have been because you were part of their target audience as a girl. But it was still very flattering!

Shaking your head, you remembered what they had said at the end of their performance, they were going on ‘Play Games With Us!’ right? You could probably watch it on your phone.

You struggled not to burst out laughing as the video streamed, they were all in baby high chairs with bibs with their names on them, in a hot sauce drinking competition! Baby was happily kicking his feet but everyone else looked like they were dying!

“(Y/n), come on!” A whisper-shout came from up ahead, they were holding the studio door open.

“Coming!” You shoved your phone in your pocket and jogged into the studio to join them. The four of you crouched in the sidelines of the studio, out of sight of the audience. And wow, it was even funnier to see in person.

“Once they come off the stage, we’ll jump down for the attack, and these boys’ll be…”

“Done, done, done,” the three snickered with gremlin smiles, sneaking away to get higher ground. Rumi turned to you as if she forgot you were there, “Oh, (Y/n), stay here out of sight or outside the studio, just in case. Okay?” She left.

“Yeah, okay…” It wasn’t like you couldn’t fight, you went through all the same training as Mira, Zoey, and Rumi. But the three often treated you like a helpless maiden when you went with them for demon hunts.

You turned your attention back to the stage, crouching in the shadows behind the backdrop of the set as one by one, the boys dropped out of the spicy challenge until it was just one of the hosts and Baby.

“It’s a dead heat between my handsome co-host and Baby Saja!” Baby was still sipping away at his bottle of hot sauce like it was just milk, content as can be. “Can our host catch up?”

Nope. He was red in the face and his eyes were crying. He gave up with a pop and a cry of, “So spicy! So spicy!”

The man collapsed forward. “No he can’t! Baby Saja is the winner!”

Baby pulled the empty bottle from his mouth with a pop, a nonchalant, almost bored look on his face, “Goo goo, ga ga.”

You had to slap a hand over your face to keep from laughing. ‘Oh my gosh! Spice KINGGGG! Iconic.’ In some way, that was hot in a way more than the spice itself. It was almost dorky in some way. It was… humanizing to see the so-called demon boys like this as they cheered for their maknae.

The segment was coming to an end and the host was starting to say the goodbyes when Jinu took the mic. You froze like a rabbit as he suddenly introduced Huntr/x as some surprise guests, a spotlight shining on the girls who peaked over the top of the set. You slapped a hand on your face, ‘girlssssss… how can you be so obvious…?’

It was really unfortunate when the leather of their outfits didn’t agree with the slide, making a slow, screeching descent as the crowd groaned. You and the boys had matching grimaces of second hand embarrassment on your faces…

And then they were trying to wrap it up and the Saja Boys were playing the bigger people by being respectful and humble, bowing to the girls, “It was truly an honor to share the stage with you.”

Seeing the positive reaction of the crowd, the girls tried to outdo them by bowing lower, “Oh no, the honor is ours.”

And then it turned into a bowing competition. You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the boys, ‘These men were basically folded in half!!! Wow. Demon boys are really flexible…’ You slapped your face at the mental implications of that thought. And in the realization of the view you had of the boys from this angle. Wow…

Distracted by your mental embarrassment, you didn’t realize the curtains were closing and the boys were making their escape until a hand slapped over your mouth and arms were carrying you away.

Looking up, you saw that it was Romance, who gave you a sly smirk and a charming wink, “Hello there, sweetheart~” he cooed.

“Nice to see you again~” Jinu cooed as well, a mischievous grin.

‘WAIT! Did this mean they remembered you from earlier?! And was that Baby on Mystery’s back…?’

That kind of attention could go straight to a girl's head if she let it. Or her heart…

And now she was in some bath house. A men’s bathhouse to be specific. Absolutely done with your current situation, you couldn’t help but go limp in Romance’s arms, staring up at the ceiling of the bathhouse flatly. Why is this your life? Being kidnapped by hot demon boys?

“Awww, don’t worry pretty girl, we’ll give you back to your sister in a minute,” Jinu teased with a smirk as the boys took their positions for a dramatic encounter with Huntr/x. You couldn’t help but blush at the cute pet name. He called you pretttyyyyyyy…

And then the girls arrived.

Yadda yadda, followed them into the bathhouse, yadda yadda, simps for Abby’s abs, yadda yadda, stealing fans, clever evil snark, battle.

“Oh, don’t forget to protect your sister, too!” Jinu yelled and nodded at Romance, and then you were being thrown in the air towards a group of water demons.

‘Did this jerk really just throw you!?’

“Hey!” You twisted, landing on your feet and using the momentum to spin and launch yourself back at the boys, ducking and twisting easily between reaching demon limbs, “I am not. A. DAMSEL!”

Abs kinda shrieked in surprise, which was adorkable, and the boys took off while the girls with actual weapons started killing water demons. Jinu almost slipped on a puddle while making his dramatic exit which was also adorkable but now wasn’t the time for giggling at cute, evil boy antics.

Jinu was gremlin laughing cheerfully as you ran after them, your sister joining you in the chase and quickly overtaking you, slashing at Jinu. The two ended up detouring into a room in their fight and you kept going after the other four.

“I knew idol fans were crazy but I didn’t think it was this bad!” Abby called back to you with a smirk and you growled, your frustration giving you a burst of speed.

You leapt and ended up tackling Baby, causing Mystery to stop and come back with a protective snarl.

“I am not a psycho fan! I’m just trying to do my part!”

You twisted, having to let go of Baby as Mystery made a grab for you with his clawed hands. “And we’re just doing ours,” Romance was apparently joining the fight. It may have been a mistake going after the maknae of the group, it always drove the protective instincts of the rest of the group up the wall…

Leaping, twisting, kicking, punching, it was all you could do to protect yourself and try to keep them from running away until the other girls could catch up with the actual fire power.

“Do you own any shirts that actually fit or do you always shop two sizes too small?!” You couldn’t help but ask Abby as his abs flashed you before you kicked them.

“If it bothers you so much then stop looking, babe!” He smirks, twisting around Baby as the maknae swiped at you.

“Less flirting, more fighting,” the maknae drawled lazily. Your face flushed. From anger or being flustered, who knew. You knew…

“Not flirting!” You denied strongly, ducking under a high kick from Romance before jumping over a low swipe of the legs from Mystery.

“Awww, but I didn’t get a chance to flirt with her,” Romance whined. The four started moving faster, working more in synchrony as you struggled to keep up with all four of them at once.

You yelped when Abby and Mystery’s nails caught in the sleeves of your sweatshirt, the soft fabric tearing easily to reveal your arms. Panicked, you looked down and yeah. There they were. Your patterns. Your ugly, disgusting, demonic pattern.

When you were little, you used to use markers to color the space between them and make doodles on your skin out of the jagged lines until Aunt Celine caught you and berated you. She disciplined you so badly that you never even thought of doing it again.

And now they were on display. In front of four demons no less.

You hugged your arms, trying in vain to cover them, looking up at them. Their fight stances had loosened in surprise, their eyes darting across your arms to take in the darkening lines.

“Demon pattern…?”

You took a step back, terrified. They’ll tell Jinu and then they’ll tell Mira and Zoey and then the world and no one will ever accept you again. Mira and Zoey may accept Rumi as a fellow huntress but you? You who doesn’t matter? You who can only help with clothes and visuals? They’ll kill you in a second.

Having to pick between running and hiding or staying and keeping them from escaping?

You chose to run. Run back to the apartment by yourself to hide your skin.

And you didn’t notice how a foot took a step after you, a hand half raised to reach out to you, a lingering unreadable look as eyes followed you, a mouth partially opened to call after you.

Four demon boys left to question what just happened.

Outtake:

Huntr/x: “Can you believe it?! A demon boy band?!

You: “Yeah, it sounds like a good concept.”

Huntr/x: “… What…?”

You: “Yeah, hot demon guys coming for your soul? Fans are rabid for that kind of dark mystery. They’d sell their soul in an instant.”

Huntr/x: “…”

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[gloomwitchwrites]

Hi there! Absolutely love your work, you write 141 so well. I was wondering about putting in a request. Something along the lines of doing self care with the guys- massages, face masks, bubble bath, manicure, pedicure, etc., anything to destress after work. However you want to write it, either the reader is pampering them (I’d want to spoil those 4 so bad), they are pampering reader, or they are just indulging in self care together, I leave it all in your capable, creative hands. After the week I’ve had at work I could go for some self care (reading your fics has been helping me 😊). Take care!

Oh my gosh. This is so cute. I love this. Yes, anon. Absolutely.

Written w/ gn!reader

MDNI for brief suggestive themes

When Price comes home after a long day, the two of you like to spend time in the bath together. The moment the text from John comes in on your phone to tell you he’s heading home, you’re turning on the faucet and running the hot water. Once full, you drop in an aromatic bath bomb and placing towels in the warmer. John loves reclining with you in his arm while the two of you soak. He likes to decompress like this, talking about his day and yours, enjoying the feel of you in his arms. It isn’t until the water turns lukewarm that the two of you get out. With warm towels, the two of you dry each other off, and then massage his sore muscles with lotion. Afterwards it’s cuddles in bed.

Soap always watches you indulge in self-care days but never thinks to participate until you offer to pamper him after work one day. He shrugs, not thinking much of it. You start by having him shower and then putting on a fluffy bathrobe afterward. Next is a facemask while you massage his muscles with a hydrating lotion. Johnny is perfectly content, literal puddy in your hands as you work out those knots. He moans when you manage to undo one in his shoulder. The facemask comes off, and while you want to keep pampering your man, Johnny has other plans. He wants to snuggle, and get those kisses in for a bit.

A self-care day with Gaz happens every Sunday as long as he’s home. It’s not an afternoon snooze or a few hours in the evening. It’s a full day affair. It’s morning coffee and tea in bed before cooking breakfast together and then followed by a shared shower for a bit of intimacy. After that it’s taking turns massaging each other, working lotion or oil into each other’s skin. Kyle likes to spend a bit of time grooming himself, and he insists on doing your grooming too (and that includes shaving.) Reading books or lounging around in your bathrobes in the afternoon might happen, or it might be prepping lots of snacks to settle in for a movie marathon. Either way, it always ends with the two of you disconnecting from the world and enjoying each other’s company.

Self-care and Ghost don’t exist. When Simon is trying to decompress after work, he takes a nap and then immediately orders takeaway upon waking. It’s you introducing him to self-care that changes his perspective. Even though he sighs when you drag him by the arm to the bathroom, Simon goes with you after you promise him lots of kisses and touching. It’s a shower first, the two of you scrubbing each other down, and shampooing each other’s hair. Simon steals kisses between rinses. After emerging, its oversized towels, and Simon stealing even more kisses as you try to towel off. You try to convince him to do a facemask or to trim his toenails, and while he might take some clippers, Simon is collapsing into bed, happy to watch you take care of yourself, dropping little sultry comments just to fluster you.

CoD Headcanons / AUs / Quick Writes Masterlist

[esote-rika]

A bookstore meet cute I wish I could experience | Spencer Reid

Category: Fluff with S4 awkward, nerdy rizz Spencer

Warnings: use of Y/N, unedited (tenses keep shifting, sorry)

A/N: this is just 1.8k words of self indulgent self insert. Like this is inspired by some unpleasant experiences I've had talking with men about books in the past lol, and reader's responses defensive responses had been me at some point. i feel like a conversation with Spencer Reid would heal me, thus this fic. Also, save me, s4e9 Spencer Reid, save me.

He seemed like a fixture to the bookstore, if fixtures moved on their own. Or if they moved up and down the aisles with elegant fingers tracing the spines of the books on display. Or if they dressed like a rumpled professor, complete with the black rimmed glasses. He just seemed like he was part of the space, and you thought that every bookstore should probably come with one - a tall, attractive nerd who drifted all over the room like some sort of phantom. Maybe that would help with the literacy problem. It certainly would bring more people in, make them more interested in reading.

You've been trying to figure him out from afar, as subtle as you can. You're not a creep, after all, but he cuts such a lonely figure that you couldn't help but wonder if he needed some company. A part of you wonders if he's noticed you as well. This store is your late afternoon treat, after all. You come here every Friday, without fail, even when you know the inventory is unreplenished, simply to bask in the presence of books.

And then he started coming in regularly, and you had another reason to come.

You never approached him. Something about simply knowing he's there, while remaining a stranger, is thrilling. You can romanticize him if he's a stranger, project all the wholesome fantasies and book boyfriends you have upon him with no sense of accountability.

It also means you avoid the disappointment if he turns out to be another condescending know it all, eager to put you and your reading habits down because oh your tastes are so girly.

No, this was better. You're a flaneur, you tell yourself, you're here to be part of the space and observe from within, even though you doubt this is what Baudelaire had in mind when he wrote that essay and defined the term.

Still.

You smile to yourself, crouching down to check the books on the lower shelf, and also to catch a glimpse of his legs. He'd been on the other side of this shelf for the past five minutes, and you've gotten a soft chuckle when you saw his mismatched socks.

However, his lean form is nowhere to be seen. He seems to have moved to another aisle. With a small frown, you move to stand up, only to feel a tug.

“Shit,” a quick glance down reveals that a familiar looking shoe has accidentally stepped on your long skirt. You hadn't realized it billowed out around you when you knelt down.

“Oh, I'm so sorry!”

You look up and realize why the shoe looks familiar. It's him. You couldn't see him in the other aisle because he'd moved to your side, so silently you hadn't even heard him.

“Sorry, oh gosh, I didn’t notice.” He steps off quickly, and you watch as his cheeks bloom bright pink. A pink that quickly travels down his neck.

You stifle a laugh at how easily he blushed. “It's fine.” Your attempt to stand is more successful without his foot pinning the fabric of your skirt to the ground.

“I've messed up your skirt though.” He says, looking at the brown smudge left behind on the skirt.

“It's no big deal, it’ll come out.” You shrug, getting a good look at him this time. He's taller than you thought, with a sharp bone structure that's softened by large, hazel eyes and pouty lips. His hair is slicked back, curling at the nape of his neck, the color a soft brown that matches his eyes. Yeah, one of him should really come in every bookstore, you think.

“O-okay, uh, if you're sure…” He says, rubbing his hands on his pants. A nervous energy emanates from him, disrupting your idea that he's calm and tranquil.

Oh well, there goes that fantasy. Still, you wonder if maybe he's nervous because of you.

“I still feel bad though,” He adds, looking around, “Uh, how about I buy you a book for the inconvenience?”

“It's hardly an inconvenience,” You laugh, “But hey, I won't say no to a free book.”

He perks up, “Great. I'm Spencer, by the way.”

“Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Spencer.”

He repeats your name, and you find yourself enjoying the shape his mouth makes as he tests it out, lips and tongue wrapping around the syllables as if he wants to commit the way it feels in his memory.

You mentally kick yourself in the ass, wondering if you've read too many romance novels.

“Likewise,” He smiles, and you have to remind yourself that it's rude to stare at the lips of someone you just met. It's not your fault he has such pretty dimples, and you had the urge to count them. He continues, “So what kind of books do you like, Y/N? Romance?”

Your eyes narrow at that. You wonder how to answer. Yes? Would he judge you if you say yes? Is he one of those guys, the ones who only read heavy, intellectual books and look down on people who read fluff? Do you want to try and impress him by saying no, by scoffing and saying something like of course not I’m looking for a copy of Swann's Way by Marcel Proust? (which is the most “impressive” book you can think of at the moment). The idea seems too gross, too I'm not like other girls, and you immediately cross it out.

“And if I do?” you ask instead, surprised by the edge to your voice.

He blinks, then shrugs, looking entirely innocent. “Then we should head to the romance shelf over there.”

Once again, you're surprised. Some part of you had been expecting a smirk, maybe a roll of his eyes, that look you get when you even dare to bring up the romance genre. But, no. He starts walking to a different part of the store and you're forced to follow.

“Why did you think I read romance?” the words escape your lips before you can stop them.

He ducks behind a shelf, his hair falling down and hiding his face but you get a glimpse of the bright red skin of his neck. He's blushing again.

“Well, it's - ah - that is, I've noticed you here before, and you always seemed to hang out here in the romance section.” He says in a rush, his head still angled away from you.

You feel simultaneously called out, and a little giddy. So he's noticed you, just as much as you'd noticed him.

“So you're a stalker.” You can't help but tease.

He lets out a sound, somewhere between an indignant sputter and a scoff. “What? No! I just happen to be very observant, it's a skill I've learned to hone for my job, and you're not very hard to remember-” He cuts himself off, peeking at you with a horrified look on his face.

Laughter tumbles from your lips, and you clamp your teeth down your bottom lip to stop.

“I was teasing you.” You say, trying to fight the giggles.

He seems relieved, but the crease on his brow remains, a sign of his previous embarrassment.

“And you're right. The romance section has the biggest amount of secondhand books that I can read while I'm here.” You explain. This aisle also gives you the best view of the nonfiction section, which he frequents, therefore giving you the perfect spot to observe him over the past few weeks. Though you leave out that part.

“Ah,” He nods, looking around, “See anything you like?”

“No, I'm actually looking for a copy of The Hobbit right now.”

He lights up, “Oh, you're a fan of Tolkien too? I love him, he's such a genius and completely innovated the fantasy genre! So much so that he - wait, if you're looking for The Hobbit, why didn't you tell me sooner?”

“You just started walking.” You reply, smiling at him. He's adorable when he becomes so animated, hands waving around like his body can't contain his excitement and has to find ways to express them physically. “Had to follow you. But anyway, I'm assuming you've read The Hobbit?”

He accepts your explanation easily, then nods his head. You can't help but compare him to a puppy, so eager and nearly frantic in his excitement.

“I've read every Tolkien book.” He says, and you're surprised to find his voice contains no hint of superiority, or cockiness. Just genuine joy. It's refreshing, “Including The Silmarillion."

“Oh wow,” You laugh, aware of the reputation that tome carries, “I've only seen the Lord of The Rings movies.”

“Well that's not sufficient at all! You're missing out on so much history,” He says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Mhm, well help me find The Hobbit first, before I move on to the trilogy.” You reply, already walking over to where you know the fantasy books are.

He follows you, smiling bashfully, “You know, I have copies of all the books… I can just lend them to you, if you want.”

You pause, glancing over your shoulder in surprise. “You'd let a stranger borrow your books?”

“Only if you promise to take care of them.” He says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“I swear on my life, I will not tarry your precious copies of Tolkien's masterpiece.” You make a cross over your heart for emphasis, which makes him laugh. This time, you stare at his lips shamelessly, enjoying the dimples that appeared from the action.

“Okay, maybe we meet up over coffee sometime?” he asks, fiddling with the strap of his bag. “I'll bring the books.”

You fight the urge to squeal. Your body refuses to contain the giddiness, and the sound compromises by coming out as a giggle.

“Yeah, sure.” you watch as he digs into his pocket, handing over a card. “Oh, how very professional.” You say playfully, accepting the slip of paper.

He ducks his head, and you see the beginnings of the blush creeping down his neck. It feels exhilarating, being able to make him blush like this.

“It's just more practical.” He mumbles.

You grab your phone quickly, typing in his number and giving it a call, so that your number goes through his as well. “I'll give you a call. But, you still owe me a book for this.” You motion at your skirt, at the stain of his footprint on the fabric.

He chuckles, “Of course. Can't go back on my promise.” he looks around the store and you're taken by the sight of him, looking like he's part of the space, like he simply belongs here. And this time, with you standing next to him, with him. “Take your pick.”

“I'm pretty indecisive.” You say playfully.

“I have time.” He smiles, and you find he has two dimples on one side of his face, and only one on the other. Your chest feels heavy with something that you can't quite put a name to yet, but you're eager for more of it.

[deerspherestudios]

If the question was answered before, then ignore it.

Hii, I just want to ask one thing: How did you manage to make a mass of worms so attractive?, I dunno. How?

Actually, my question is, what was your inspiration for Atom's personality? The guy is very self-confident, and I even consider them are very... extroverted? They're my biggest HEAR ME OUTT

(I hope to be understood?, English is not my language, espero tengas buen día).

Oh my gosh,,,,,,,,,,,, I'm genuinely about to call myself out here so so so bad but uh, Atom's sort of an indulgent smoothie of all my hear-me-outs hahaha! I put them all in a blender and what came out was,,, that.

Write what you know I guess! 😳🫣!

List below; don't judge mE--!!!! But basically I took inspiration from their personalities, abilities, motivations, etc;;; I would go more in-depth explaining my fascination with these characters but um, listen,,, grabbing the images already felt embarrassing as is ok?

Hear me out cake below 🤡:

Sun/Daycare Attendant from FNAF: Security Breach

Bahahaa , ,, //sweats

Kinito from KinitoPET

Edgar from Electric Dreams (1984)

Venom from Venom (?)

Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls

[livelaughlovesubs]

oh my gosh need sub!choso bent over and taking it like the princess he is! want to pull his hair and make him cry IM BEGGIMG 😵‍💫 making him go non-verbal and babble absolute nonsense LIKE PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME 😩😵‍💫

a little dumbification and feminization doesn't hurt anybody 🥺

So fucking self-indulgent that I am ashamed

Dom!reader x sub!choso x reader is gn

Warning: pegging (I use dick for strap), teasing, dacryphilia, hair pulling, feminisation, subspace, dumbification lul

You panted, slightly exhausted as you reached your hand out. Using only your index and middle fingers, you gently brushed them over the line following his back. From the top all the way to the bottom, feeling his hot and sweat covered skin underneath your touch, going until your hand was resting right above his ass. There, you moved it to the side, finding a nice place to rest it and squeezing his waist with just the right amount of strengh.

And Choso shuddered and withered oh so sweetly, head pressing against the already wet pillow as he arched his back even more. Shoulder jumping upwards while his muscles tensed, trembling like a hurt animal. “Didn’t like it?” You asked, reaching your hand out again, this time to stroke his black hair. His buns had come off, and it was hanging loose over his shoulders. The man beneath you didn’t manage to answer your question, in contrary, he whined out, “ah- aHh..! Y/n-~~ too mu- muUuchh, too faaast..!!♡♥︎”

How could you expect him to even register the fact you asked him something when you are currently pounding him like there’s no tomorrow? Like a hungry beast trying to devour him whole? Taking advantage of all his weak spots while he’s in such a vulnerable position, you’re too mean to him! “Oh dear, can’t say anything other than that?” You asked in a condescending tone, scraping his scalp as you held him tighter with your other hand.

“I’ll help you then.” A cheeky giggle before you pulled back enough for the tip to slid out of his puffy hole, watching him clench onto nothing as a dissatisfied whimpers ripped from his throat. “Nghh~ please… s-stick it back in—” you pulled on his fairly long hair, causing him to moan out loudly and throw his head back, “ah- annNghhh.?!” Tears rolled down his cheeks, and his lips were swollen from him biting on them too much. His cheeks flushed so cutely as he hiccuped.

“Such a needy thing, you really want to be fucked dumb?” Your grip on his hair loosened a little, and his head fell forward. He gritted his teeth, hands bawled into fists and kept right below his mouth as he sound back into the pillows, nodding furiously. “What a pillow princess.” You chuckled, kissing his hole with the tip of your dick. Just testing him, watching his body squirm in anticipation before pushing it all inside him with a swift movement of your hips.

That wasn’t difficult at all, considering he’s been so stretched already, so good and prepared, just for you. He was so eager he basically sucked you right in, that cute little boy cunt of his fluttering around you, taking you so good. You subconsciously licked your lips at the gorgeous view in front of you. He had such a nice body too, pair that with the most adorable expression and lewd noises he’d make, lord he was exactly your type.

“Aaarghh— ♡ nnNnggg…!! Please, y-y/n ♡♥︎♡~?!!” The moment you re-entered him, he felt like he was in heaven. Tongue rolling out, eyes teary as he groaned, not knowing just how loud and erotic his voice was. If he knew, he’d be so embarrassed. “Oh? Such a pretty sound you made there, so cute, just like a girls moans~” you hugged him from behind, head pressed against his shoulder, whispering sickeningly sweet, “should I change to calling you my good girl?”

It took a bit until he understood your words, you helped him by slowing down your thrusts. Then his ears turned red, and he cried out, “n-no, m’not a g-girl..??” Then his brows furrowed and eyes rolled into the back of skull, al because you hit that sweet little spot inside him with such precision he was trembling all over. “Are you sure~? Don’t you love it when I fuck your pussy like this?” You rolled your hips in a slow, steady motion, and it made him see stars.

God, his mind if so foggy, so mushy he couldn’t handle all this ecstasy. The pleasure was too overwhelming…! And if you were to start calling him your— ah — your good girl too, he definitely will melt. “Please, j-just fuck me and shut u-up..” ah, there it is, now he’s being self aware again, feeling humiliated just by having sex. Well, you’ve toyed with him enough for now, haven’t you? Any more teasing and he’ll really come~ but the night is still so young, he still has to last for a bit.

“Haha,” you couldn’t help but chuckle loudly, which only added to his frustration and excitement, then you mumbled, “whatever for my princess.”

[sickwhispers]

eeeee!! yay!! ^♡^ can I ask for finn x reader and/or sprout x reader hcs?? I don't wanna overload u so I'll keep it at those!!! tysm ^_^ -incredibly desperate annon from earlier

Oh my gosh you are such a cutie (/p) don't worry about overloading me, I'm at your service!

WRITE ME LETTERS (hot freaks)

Credits to xx675ehf on tumblr for the finn picture

Pairing: Finn x reader

Relationship: romantic

Warning: he doesn't understand personal space all that much, but he means well

Type: headcanons + drabble

"Whale, whale, whale... look what we have here!" Would be the first thing you hear before he comes barreling towards you at a hundred miles per hour. His body colliding with yours from behind as he brings you in for a tight squeeze

He was never one to really announce his presence, preffering to instead tackle you with affection after a quick fish pun

They never seemed to end when it comes to you

Or, really, they never seemed to end in general

But, if you indulge him just the slightest, it's easy for him to get carried away

He's almost like a dog, in a way

He'd follow you everywhere

To each machine, to each hiding spot, right by your side the second you make your way into the elevator

Every break is spent with him practically glued to your hip, his hands holding onto you in anyway they can

Whether it be by holding your hands, clinging onto your arm, tugging at any article of clothing he could reach rapidly to bring your attention back onto him

He's a Hyper one, and he isn't scared to prove it

He's even been trying to come up with new and improved fish puns

Something that'll impress you

He's self aware, he knows not everyone's a fan of his fish puns

But, even if he was able to score just a tiny giggle from you, he'd be over the moon

"Oh, c'mon! Don't act so koi with me, i dont bite!" His arms wrap around you just a bit tighter, head pressed up right against your side as an proud grin spread across his face.

You had sat on the floor of the elevator, giving yourself a few seconds of peace before having to go back to being tormented once more by the threats lurking around practically every corner. But, of course, there was rarely any moment of peace with finn on your team. He meant well, you knew he did, and he definitely wasn't the malicious type. He just... never seemed to realize when the right time for affection was. And right now, with your chest heaving up and down from a chase you had just endured, you weren't exactly begging for psychical touch.

But at the same time, you couldn't help but find it endearing. Your arm slowly lifted up, shaky from the adrenaline you had just experienced only a few moments ago, before wrapping around him, bringing him just a bit closer. This had caused him to let out an ecstatic gasp in return.

"Yknow, Finn... you're really-" you take a pause, avoiding eye contact with him. Although, despite you doing everything you can not to let your gaze fall right back onto him, you could still feel the way his eyes bored into you. You almost didn't want to say it. Your mouth opening and closing a few times as you tried to muster up the courage. "krilling me with the puns..."

There was a pause. Not one long enough to be considered worrisome, but it had definitely been a decent amount of time before you finally craned your head in his direction. And, once your gaze finally landed on him, the first thing that greeted you were his eyes staring right back into yours. They had widened significantly, and along with that his lips parted slightly. For a second you wondered if it was his body that was shaking or the movement the elevator made as it climbed up to the next floor.

"That..." He began to speak, taking another pause. You soon realized it was his body that was shaking, not the elevator. And, as he took a deep breath, signifying that he was ready to finish his sentence, his smile seemed to stretch farther then you've ever seen. "Was fin-tastic!"

It's safe to say that he'd enjoy it if you ever decided to reply to his puns with some of your own

Nothing would make him happier then hearing a fish pun slip from your mouth, whether it be intentional or a complete accident from all the times you've heard him say them

PERSONAL BODY GUARD

Pairing: Sprout x reader

Relationship: romantic

Warning: none!

Type: headcanons + drabble

Overprotective

That single definition was a word you heard thrown every round every now and then when it came to sprout

And, not once was it ever used as a lie

Because he was, in fact, overprotective

A gentle tug of the wrist in an attempt to drag you away from running head on into a twisted, a two hour lecture afterwards about how much danger you could've been in had he not saved you in time

His presence constantly looming over you each floor, never too far away.

It was a natural instict at this point

No matter how far away you were on a floor, the second one thing goes wrong, he's right by your side

Sometimes he could be a little too much

Not that he cares about your complaints when he's grabbing you by the cheeks, twisting your head in every single direction as he inspects you for any sort of wound

"Do you know how risky that was!? You could've lost a heart!" Despite the almost desperate tone behind his movements, turning your head from side to side, his touch was always gentle. He had taken a good blow to the back, his scarf barely holding onto his form as it threatened to slip at any second. You hadn't lost a heart, thankfully, but he sure did.

He kept you huddled behind a few boxes, legs trembling beneath the both of you as you tried to regain your stamina from the chase you had only managed to survive from. His grip was tight, and once he had made sure you hadn't gotten hurt during your little stunt, he slowly let his hands slip from your face.

"Are... you okay?" You tried to reach out, your arms stretching out to check him for any injuries just like he had done for you. And yet, they didn't have to move an inch before sprout's body seemed to slump against you. His head resting against your shoulder as his arms stayed hanging lazily by his sides. He almost didn't want to move, finding too much pleasure in having you pressed up against him.

A sigh slipped past his mouth, the sound drawn out as he hesitated for a second before speaking. "Me? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Well- I'll be fine. But, let's just stay here for a second, okay..?"

You couldn't remember the last time he had ever admitted to not being okay during a run

Typically, he'd brush off your concern with a dismissive wave of his hand

As long as you were fine, he was fine

It didn't take too long before he was reassuring you, smiling as he always did while he stuck a bandaid over a wound too serious for just a simple bandaid.

He always kept the better stuff for you

Did he ever want to admit he put you before himself almost all of the time?

No.

He didn't want you to worry

He's the one who should be worrying about you, not the other way around

He's a bit of a hopeless romantic, it doesn't take much before he's head over heels in love after a simple smile you threw his way

It's always better to be focused and prepared, especially when the people he loves are constantly being hunted down by corrupted versions of his friends

He doesn't like it when the others point out how distracted he gets everytime he spots you from far away, his body freezing up on the spot as his eyes lock onto the way you pick up protein bar off the floor

For a second he wonders if your admiring his picture on the wrapper

But surely that's wishful thinking...

[fclsebnnyodair]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . isaac lahey who loves to admire his pretty girl while she’s getting ready!

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader.

summary: you and isaac are heading out to lydia’s party and he can’t keep his eyes off you while you are internally struggling to choose what shoes to wear.

a/n: this is my first fic ever, oh my gosh. also, a little self-indulgent bc why not lol. lmk what u think, reqs are open! ><

isaac stood in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. his icy-blue eyes were fixed on you, and honestly, they hadn’t left you since he’d arrived, —not that he could help it. you are so effortlessly captivating, so uniquely you. every detail of you seemed designed to test his self-control.

you stood in front of your mirror, adjusting the delicate lace straps of your baby-pink corset. the garment hugged you perfectly, accentuating your waist—the very same waist that fit so perfectly in his hands. isaac had memorized the feel of your body against his, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to touch you every chance he got.

his heart pounded in his chest as he took in your figure. the way your waist dipped inward, the gentle curve of your hips, and the endless legs beneath your brown skirt, clad in those thigh-high socks he secretly loved, had his pulse racing… god, those socks were going to be the death of him. he swallowed hard.

you turned slightly, examining your reflection with a slight pout on your lips as you tried to decide if your outfit was complete. the brown skirt you wore was short, exposing just enough of your thighs to make isaac’s thoughts wander to places they shouldn’t. he almost let out a groan, before stopping himself with a sigh.

“do your mind? you’re staring again,” you said without turning to face him, your tone teasing but knowing. you reached for your lip gloss, dabbing it on with careful precision.

your boyfriend didn’t bother denying it. “can you blame me?” he said, his voice low and warm. “you’re… kind of hard not to look at.”

that earned him a small laugh, light and melodic, your cheeks already pink from his words before the blush had the chance to do its job. you finally turned around to face him, your hands resting on your hips.

your glossed lips curved into a smile as you cocked your head to the side. “you’re not helping me get ready faster if you keep distracting me, you know.”

“i’m not rushing you.” he shrugged, pushing himself off the doorframe and strolling toward you. “take your time. lydia’s not gonna start the party without you.”

his fingers found the edge of your corset, tracing the soft fabric lightly. “you’re ridiculously beautiful, you know that?” he whispered, his voice low and filled with awe. “like, i don’t even think words exist to describe how good you look right now.“ he said with a grin, closing the distance between you two.

he reached out, brushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “i could watch you all night and not get bored.” he teased, tilting his head.

your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink, matching the tones of your room. “you’re impossible,” you muttered, but there was no real bite to your words.

he tilted his head, his grin softening into something sweeter as he took you in. “so… what’s the hold-up? shoes?”

you nodded, glancing at the collection of footwear scattered at the foot of your bed. “i can’t decide. heels? boots? something comfy? what do you think?”

isaac glanced at the options and then back at you. “anything you wear will look amazing,” he said honestly. “but… those brown ankle boots? they match the skirt, and you’ll still be able to dance.”

your eyes lit up at the suggestion, and you moved to grab the boots. “good call,” you said, sliding them on and admiring yourself in the mirror again. “what would i do without you?”

he leaned closer, his hands slipping around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. your reflections stared back at you in the mirror, a perfect picture of opposites. he was tall and broad, clad in his usual dark tones, while you were soft, wrapped in pink and brown.

“you’d still be beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low enough that it sent a shiver down your spine. “but you’d probably be late.”

you laughed again, shaking your head. “you’re lucky i like you so much.”

“yeah,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “i’m the lucky one.”

“you clean up pretty good yourself,” you said, taking in the sight of him in his dark jeans and leather jacket. his hair was tousled just enough to be effortlessly cool, and his scent—woodsy, with a hint of something sharper—made your stomach flutter.

“not compared to you,” he replied smoothly, offering his hand. “ready to go, pretty girl?”

you placed your hand in his, the gesture both intimate and casual all at once. “let’s just hope stiles doesn’t spill soda on me like last time.”

isaac laughed, leading her toward the door. “if he does, i’ll make him apologize for the rest of his life.”

as they stepped out, isaac’s hand found her waist—fitting perfectly, just like he knew it would. and though the night was just beginning, isaac already knew that the best part of the party would be having you by his side.

[curly-fry-3]

hi again bestie!!

i had another fun dad!dean and daughter!reader story. i think reader getting her wisdom teeth removed would be really funny and her being all high and weepy and stuff.

hope your day’s going well! <3

𖦹High as a Kite𖦹

summary𖦹 Dean takes care of you after you get your wisdom teeth out

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 906

notes𖦹 this is heavily inspired by my experience but with more humor cause i lowkey went nonverbal also there are some self indulgent references and also I haven't written in forever so this isn't the best but I still like it

only slightly proofread

Today was the day. After a lot of fighting, you had finally agreed to get your wisdom teeth out. Your dad had dropped you off in the exam room and thirty minutes later he came back to pick you up and Dean could already tell you were going to be a handful. It hadn't even been five minutes since you were out of surgery before you were interrupting the nurse who was trying to explain to him how to take care of you. You were laying on the recovery bed, pulling on his arm to get his attention.

 “dad!” you say, voice muffled from the gauze in your cheeks. 

He takes a second to finish talking before turning back to you, “whats up, sweetheart”

You sigh in relief when you get his attention. “I gotta pee” 

“Ok, the bathrooms over there, you need help getting up?” He replies, calmly 

“I can do it on my own” you sass but after a couple seconds of struggling, you look up at him with sad eyes “dad, I can't do it on my own” 

Dean smiles fondly and rolls his eyes before grabbing your elbow to help stabilize you. “It’s ok, I got you.” 

You grip onto him as you two slowly walk towards the bathroom, “you need to come in with me”

He pauses for a second, “seriously”

Your eyes start to well up with tears, “dad! I can fall into the toilet and die!”

“Fine, but im not helping you wipe” He jokes

You approach the bathroom and Dean carefully leads you inside, making sure you aren't gonna fall, before he turns to the wall to give you privacy. After he helped you finish washing up, he led you out to the recovery room to grab some paper work and your wisdom teeth (you apparently insisted on keeping them). 

The walk to the car was slow. You had stopped about three times to tell him about how you think you were awake during surgery and then you got the hiccups and had to stop till they went away. Your dad was patient with you though, and waited as long as you needed before you got in the car. 

The second you were both situated, you demanded the aux cord (which he only installed in baby for you). He hooks his phone up and looks up at you, “what do you wanna listen to sweetheart?”

“Ummmmmm….play hard times” You mumble out

He presses play on the paramore song before exiting the parking lot, making sure to drive slower for you.

 “No!” you say, exasperated.

Dean looks at you with confusion, “what's wrong”

“This isn't the song I asked for” You respond, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

He looks back down at his phone to check that he didn't mess up. “This is hard times” “I want hard times by ethel cain, not paramore” You correct, shaking your head.

His brows furrow when he hears the name. “Ethel Cain? Cain? Seriously, what kind of a name is that?”

You roll your eyes, “Oh my gosh dad, not everything is about your trauma, just play the fucking song”

He grumbles something under his breath about how this experience isn't as funny as AFV (yes he still watches that) makes it seem, before changing the song to shut you up. Almost immediately, you're swaying along to the music like you're having a religious experience. Dean chuckles lightly, god, you're an emotional wreck. He can't wait for you to sleep the drugs off.

After a while of you whining about his horrible DJ skills, You two finally pull up outside the bunker. He quickly parks the car and goes around to the other side, letting you hold onto him as you make your way down the steps and inside. He leads you to your room and sets you up in your bed.

 Your dad leaves the room to bring you some water, but when he comes back in he sees you playing with your tongue–sticking it out and feeling it with your fingers. “Sweetheart, stop messing with your face” He says while pulling your hand away from your mouth. 

“My tongue feels like my lip.” You explain before trying to feel up your face again.

Dean continues to hold your wrists away from your face as he tries to distract you from messing with anything in your mouth” sweetheart, how about you take a nap”

You shrug “I'm not tired”

“Well, maybe you can watch something” He suggests 

“Ohh, you should watch with me” You excitedly grab his arm, trying to pull him into bed with you.

He joins you on the mattress and grabs your tv remote from your bedside table. “Sure, what do you wanna turn on”

“Sinjin drowning” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as he scrolls through the apps.

He pauses for a second “Seriously, that guy's voice gives me a headache”

You roll your eyes and grab onto him, making him look down at you. “Come on dad, im healing, you have to turn on what I want”

He gives in with a smile and exaggerated eye roll “fine”

You had gotten through about five minutes of the video before you fell asleep on dean. He paused the tv to get some rest too, he'd need it if this is what the rest of the week is gonna look like.

sorry for any typos

@aetherawasneverhere @mfstargirlsworld @childofjove

[guardevoir]

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @indrid-hot - thanks a bunch!

Favorite Color: A nice, warm, sunny orange - but also honestly most other colors of the rainbow and then some.

Currently Reading: The Tevinter Nights Dragon Age short story collection.

Last Song: L'appuntamento - Ornella Vanoni

Last Movie: Ah, gosh. HM. I haven't watched anything that's not a TV show in a while. I semi-voluntarily caught the last fifteen minutes of Scrooged over the winter holidays I guess?

Last Series: Last series I watched any part of is, as always, "Emergency!" because I will never not be stuck in 70's paramedic hell. If we're talking new-to-me shows, a friend's making me watch Grey's Anatomy (early seasons) once a week, probably because observing my growing despair about the characters' poor life choices is fun. I don't even normally watch medical shows, and yet here we are lol

Sweet, Savoury, Spicy: Savory if I had to pick

Craving: Some good spaghetti with olive oil and obscene amounts of lightly toasted garlic.

Tea/Coffee: Yes please, lol

Currently working on: OH BOY WHAT A QUESTION.

Spinning: Gotland on my spindles (4-ply, one single per spindle, for funsies - except I accidentally mixed up which bits of fiber go with which single on which spindle, so that'll be fun to sort out...), 7oz/200g of red Merino on the wheel (for a crochet hat, followed by 9.5 oz of red and black Merino for a woven scarf). But also 24.5oz/700g of grey Merino. And cotton on the supported spindle. And I've got some laceweight viscose on the mini turkish spindle that I should really work on...

Crocheting: Half a dozen things, including a lacy collar that needs buttons and blocking, a gigantic star-shaped wrap-around shawl, an incredibly boring granny square top for my little sister, and too many others to count.

Art: The Emergency! tarot as the eternal never-ending WIP; I also have some Dragon Age Veilguard related plans revolving around the Grand Necropolis and irl Catacomb Saints and I'd love to get some DA-style tarot cards done for all my player characters.

Writing: I still have a couple unfinished fanfics that need another chapter, as well as two deeply self-indulgent OC/Emergency! crossovers that friends are making me write, and I also have some Dragon Age stuff in the works - though if anyone will ever see that is another question entirely.

Music: Practicing various stuff for LARP; also slowly chipping away at Hozier's Work Song because my partner asked nicely.

With no pressure, I will tag: @geminyde, @caseyscraftycorner, @swords-n-spindles, @alpacazappa, @rosesonneptune, @rose-of-pollux, @zooarchaeologyatdinner, @kalikatze aaaaand I can't decide on a 9th person to tag so whoever wants to do this: You're It!

[loveanton]

memories | lee anton

ꕤ DESCRIPTION:  the weather is finally starting to warm up and so to kick off the start of your summer vacation, your boyfriend plans a cute picnic date only for his friends to crash it…

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: boyfriend!anton x f!reader

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.6k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: kisses, u and anton say i love you an insane amount of times, and light teasing not much i think but pls let me know if i missed anything

⏤ 𝑎/n: another self indulgent piece hehe ^-^

“It's so freaking hot, oh my gosh,” you complain, wiping the sweat from your brow. Anton looks up from where he’s spreading out the picnic blanket, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

“You’re cute when you pout like that,” he teases, his eyes twinkling. You stick your tongue out at him but can’t help the blush that creeps up your cheeks.

“Am not,” you mutter, though your expression softens as you watch him work.

Anton chuckles and reaches up, grabbing your hand to pull you down onto the blanket beside him. “Come on, sit with me,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist as you settle down. He reaches for the picnic basket and begins to unpack it, revealing an array of your favorite snacks.

Your eyes widen in surprise. “You remembered all my favorites,” you say, your voice filled with awe. “Even the chocolate-covered strawberries?”

“Of course,” Anton replies, his smile growing. “I know how picky you are so I wanted to make sure everything was perfect.”

You feel a warm rush of affection for him, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“I try,” he says with a wink. “Besides, I love seeing you happy.”

You begin to munch on the snacks, chatting about your plans for the summer. “I can’t wait to plan more cute dates like this,” you say, popping a grape into your mouth. “Maybe we could go hiking, or have a movie night under the stars.”

Anton’s expression falters for a moment and you notice the brief flicker of worry in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” you ask, your voice tinged with concern.

He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I’m going to be in Korea for most of the summer,” he admits. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Your heart sinks at his words and you feel a lump form in your throat. “Oh,” you say softly, looking down at the half-eaten strawberry in your hand. “I didn’t realize it was going to be that long.”

He reaches out, gently lifting your chin so you meet his gaze. “Hey, don’t be upset,” he says, his voice soothing. “I promise I’ll always make time for you. We’ll have video calls and I’ll send you pictures. It’ll be like you’re with me.”

You nod, blinking back the tears that threaten to spill over. “I know. I’m just going to miss you, that’s all.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he says, pulling you into a tight hug. “But think of all the stories we’ll have to share when I get back. In the meantime, we’ll make the most of every moment we have together.”

You smile against his shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort in his words. “Okay,” you say, pulling back slightly to look at him. “But you better not forget to call me every day.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promises, kissing your forehead. “Now, let’s enjoy this picnic. We’ve got the whole day ahead of us.”

You lie back on the blanket with Anton, his arm wrapped securely around you as you both gaze up at the sky. The clouds drift lazily, forming and reforming into various shapes. You reach into the basket, pulling out a handful of cherries and begin to feed them to Anton one by one.

“Look at that one,” you say, pointing to a fluffy cloud above. “It looks like a bunny.”

Anton chuckles, chewing thoughtfully on a cherry. “I see it, that one over there looks like a dinosaur.”

You squint, trying to see the dinosaur shape he’s pointing out. “Hmm, more like a lopsided giraffe, if you ask me.”

He laughs, the sound warm and familiar. “You’re blind.”

You smile, feeling completely at ease in his arms. You pop another cherry into his mouth then take one for yourself. As you’re about to eat it, you notice Anton looking at you intently.

“What?” you ask, the cherry hovering just before your lips. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

He doesn’t respond immediately, just smiles softly. Then, he leans in and pecks your lips, his kiss sweet and tender.

“You’re just so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips. “I can’t help it.”

A blush creeps up your cheeks and you feel a rush of affection for him. “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” you whisper back, feeling the cherry's sweetness mixing with the warmth of his kiss.

He pulls you closer, his arm tightening around you. “I could stay like this forever,” he says, his voice filled with contentment.

You snuggle into his side, feeling the same. “Me too.”

As you both continue to point out silly shapes in the clouds, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your perfect little bubble.

You turn your gaze back to Anton, meeting his eyes. There's a moment of shared understanding. He leans in again, this time more slowly, giving you the chance to close the distance. His lips capture yours in a kiss that's both gentle and insistent, drawing you into him. You can taste the cherries, their sweetness mingling with his spit. The world seems to melt away as you focus on the sensation of his lips moving against yours, his hand gently cradling the back of your head.

When you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. “Wow,” you whisper, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

“Wow,” he echoes, his eyes sparkling. He kisses your forehead then turns his attention to the people around you. “Look at that,” he says, pointing to a little girl wobbling on her bike while her dad steadies her. The mom stands a few feet away, recording the whole scene on her phone.

You watch the family, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. “It’s so sweet,” you say softly. “She’s doing so well.”

Anton nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. “I can’t wait to start a family with you one day,” he says, his voice full of admiration.

Your heart skips a beat and you turn to look at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “I feel the same way,” you say, squeezing his hand. “I can’t wait to share all of that with you.”

As you both get lost in thoughts of the future, a small figure approaches. A little boy, no older than five, stands before you, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I can’t find my mommy,” he sobs, clutching a small toy in his hand. “I was playing hide and seek with my sister and now I’m lost.”

Your heart goes out to the boy and you immediately reach out to him. “Hey there, it’s okay,” you say softly, lifting him into your arms. “We’ll help you find your mommy. What’s your name?”

“Ethan,” he sniffles, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

“Hi, Ethan. I’m ____, and this is Anton,” you introduce, giving him a reassuring smile. “We’re going to find your mom, okay?”

Anton stands and takes your hand, the three of you forming a little chain. As you walk through the park, you can’t help but feel a pang of something as you hold the boy on your hip, Anton’s hand warm and steady in yours. For a moment, you almost feel like a family but you don't say it out loud.

It doesn’t take long to spot a frantic woman scanning the park, her eyes wide with worry. “Ethan!” she cries out as soon as she sees him, rushing over.

“Mommy!” Ethan wiggles out of your arms and runs to her, burying his face in her neck.

The relief on her face is palpable as she hugs him tightly. “Thank you so much,” she says to you and Anton, her voice shaking. “I turned around for one second and he was gone.”

“It’s no problem,” Anton replies, his tone gentle. “We’re just glad he’s safe.”

As you watch Ethan and his mom walk away, Anton turns to you, his expression thoughtful. “You were great with him,” he says softly. “I think you’re going to be an amazing mom one day.”

Your heart swells at his words and you smile up at him. “And you’re going to be an incredible dad,” you reply. “How many kids do you think we should have?”

Anton laughs, pulling you back down onto the blanket. “I don’t know, three or four maybe? Enough to keep things interesting.”

You laugh along with him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I like the sound of that. I always imagined having a big family.”

He presses a kiss to your temple. “Me too. I can’t wait to make all those memories with you.”

Just as you lean in to kiss him again, a soccer ball rolls to a stop in front of your blanket. You both look up to find the boys approaching. All six of them. You make eye contact with Seunghan who's smirking, leaving you to believe the ball belongs to him.

Anton groans as he recognizes the culprit. “Oh no,” he mutters, burying his face in your neck, his ears turning red out of embarrassment.

Seunghan arrives first, grinning broadly. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he teases. “Our baby is all grown up and on a romantic picnic. How adorable.”

Before you know it, the rest of the group—Sohee, Wonbin, Eunseok, Sungchan, and Shotaro—are descending upon your blanket, each with varying degrees of amused grins.

“Look at him, all lovey-dovey,” Sohee says, making exaggerated kissy sounds.

Anton groans louder, his face buried deeper in your neck. “Can you guys just go away?” he mutters, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

“Not a chance,” Eunseok laughs, grabbing a handful of your snacks. “These are ours now.”

Anton shoves Eunseok’s hand away. “Hyung! I bought those for ____, not for you.”

Wonbin plops down on the blanket, making himself comfortable. “Aww, how sweet,” he mocks. “Protecting her snacks. What a gentleman.”

You can't help but laugh at the antics, even though you feel a little sorry for Anton. “It’s fine,” you say, patting Anton’s back. “They can stay.”

Anton lifts his head, his face flushed. “But this was supposed to be our time,” he protests, though there’s no real heat in his words.

“Come on, Anton,” Sungchan says, nudging him. “We’ll be good. Promise.”

“Yeah, we won’t bite,” Shotaro adds with a grin.

Anton sighs, clearly resigned. “Fine but if you touch the strawberries, you’re dead.”

The group laughs and settles down, making themselves at home on your blanket. They start chatting and joking, making the atmosphere more lively. Despite the intrusion, you find yourself enjoying their company. They tease Anton mercilessly but it's all in good fun and you can see how much they care about him.

“So,” Seunghan says, turning to you. “How are things with this guy?”

You smile, squeezing Anton’s hand. “He’s perfect,” you say simply.

“Aww,” Sungchan coos, making more kissy sounds before scowling. “Look at them, so in love. Makes me sick.”

Anton rolls his eyes but he’s smiling too. “Yeah, yeah, keep it up, guys. See if I invite you to our wedding.”

The group erupts into laughter and Anton pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Sorry about them,” he murmurs. “They’re like this all the time.”

You smile, leaning into him. “It’s okay. I like seeing this side of you.”

The teasing continues but eventually the conversation shifts to more casual topics. You find yourself talking about your summer plans, their upcoming tour, and reminiscing about past adventures. It’s clear how close they all are and you feel a warm sense of belonging just being around them.

After a while, Shotaro stands up, stretching. “Alright, lovebirds, we’ll leave you to your date. We’ve got a game to finish.”

The others groan but follow his lead, slowly getting up and saying their goodbyes. “See you later, Anton,” Sohee says with a wink. “Take good care of ____.”

“I always do,” Anton replies, his eyes soft as he looks at you.

Once they’re gone, you and Anton lie back down on the blanket, the park seeming much quieter without the boisterous presence of his bandmates. “Well, that was something,” you say with a laugh.

Anton sighs in relief. “Finally, some peace and quiet.”

You cuddle closer to him, your head resting on his chest. “You know, they’re really great. I can see why you love them.”

“They’re annoying” he admits, “but yeah, they’re great. It’s just...sometimes I want to keep things just between us.”

“I get that,” you say, tilting your head to look up at him. “But they’re part of who you are and I love every part of you.”

He smiles down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I love you,” he says softly, his eyes full of emotion.

“I love you too,” you reply, feeling the sincerity of those words deep in your heart.

You both lie there, content in each other’s arms. 

After a few moments, you sit up, looking around at the park. “You know what? I kind of miss their presence. How about we join them and play a bit of soccer?”

Anton smiles, appreciating your positive attitude. “Are you sure? I don’t mind just laying here with you.”

You hum, “I’m sure. It’ll be fun, let’s do it.”

You both get up and make your way over to where the guys are kicking the ball around. When they see you approaching, they cheer.

“Look who decided to join us!” Sungchan calls out.

“Ready to get your butt kicked, Anton?” Wonbin taunts, laughing.

Anton smirks, grabbing the ball. “We’ll see about that. ____ and I are a team. You guys don’t stand a chance.”

The impromptu soccer match is filled with laughter, playful banter, and a few competitive moments. You find yourself having a great time, running around and kicking the ball with Anton and his friends. Despite their teasing, you can see how much they respect and care for each other.

As the game winds down, you all collapse onto the grass, breathless and happy. Anton lies beside you, his hand finding yours. “Thanks for going along with this,” he says softly. “I know it wasn’t what we planned.”

You squeeze his hand, smiling up at him. “It’s perfect. I love seeing this side of you and I love spending time with you and your friends.”

He leans in and kisses you, a sweet, lingering kiss that makes your heart flutter. When you pull away, you see the warmth and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too,” you reply, feeling the sincerity of those words deep in your heart.

[meowzfordayz]

a week in the life

Author’s Note: didn’t write for ~1.5 months, aaand then wrote ~2.4k words in ~3.5 hrs lmao. 🥴 Tis the reality of a writer (or at least, my reality as a writer 😆). Hope you enjoy these lil preferences inspired by the days of the week! ☺️

a week in the life

Hashira x Reader, Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~2,400

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

~faqs~

Hectic Mondays that start with turning off your 6am alarm. Your 6:30am alarm. Your 7:15am alarm. Your 8am alarm. Your oh-shit-what-time-is-it-?! “alarm”. It isn’t actually an alarm — you just ran out of them, and now you’re nearly faceplanting as you rush out of bed, turning frantically toward your closet, then the bathroom, then your closet again Must! Get! Ready!

“[y/n]?”

You freeze, Mitsuri’s confused voice draping warm and sleepy over your overtired frenzy. A momentary breath of calm.

“It’s almost 9am.”

“WHAAAAAT?!”

And now you’re both hopping around on one foot while tugging a sock up the other—with no time to appreciate how fluffy her hair looks when she’s just waking up—Mitsuri contemplating calling out sick so she can enjoy a proper breakfast with you as you puff into your hand to help judge whether you really need to brush your teeth.

“I’m sorry I slept through all the alarms!” she wails, accidentally skipping a button on her blouse.

“That’s okay!” you exclaim, grunting as your pant pocket catches on the doorknob, “We slept through all the alarms.”

You’d laugh together if you weren’t already fumbling through the fridge, thanking your past self for prepping your lunch, and cursing your present self for being so hangry and so out of time to do anything about it.

“There should be an extra yogurt!” Mitsuri shouts from the bedroom, “Take it with you!”

“And what will you eat?” you yell back.

“I’ll buy something on my way in!”

Shrugging, you grab the aforementioned yogurt, a spoon, and race back to the bedroom. After a quick kiss, an I love you, and an I love you more!, you’re slinging on your backpack and heading out the door. You may be frazzled, dehydrated, and totally forgot to charge your phone overnight, but you’re even more excited to pick up Mitsuri’s favorite takeout on your way home, because a hurried Monday morning can always be slowed down by an indulgent Monday evening.

Tuesdays that feel like they take forever. It’s not Monday anymore, but you keep thinking it’s already Wednesday only to constantly be reminded that it’s just Tuesday. Thank gosh it’s hump day! you joke with your coworker; I’m so sorry, but it’s actually Tuesday… (is their response). This week hasn’t been so bad! you think to yourself on your walk home I wonder if the weather’ll be nice this weekend?; and then the weather app bursts your bubble.

“Honeyyy, I’m hooome,” you grin, immediately noting the scent of fresh tomato sauce, “How was your Wednesday?”

Sanemi rounds the kitchen corner to eye you standing in the hallway, eyebrows pinched.

“Smells great!” you tack on, skipping over to press a light kiss to his frown, “Everything okay?”

… “It’s Tuesday.”

“FUCK.”

He chuckles at that, deftly taking your bag from you as he nudges you into the kitchen, patting your shoulder with condescending concern.

“I’ve literally spent like, all of today, thinking it’s Wednesday,” you groan.

He smirks, “Idiot.”

“Optimist,” you huff, “I’m optimistic.”

“Delusional.”

“So is dinner almost ready?” you pout.

Sanemi nods, gesturing to the table set for two, “You’ve just gotta sit and relax.”

“You’re the best.”

He smiles to himself as you sigh, returning to the kitchen while you slump into your chair, a moment of familiar silence hanging between you as he waits One, two, three, four-

“You wouldn’t believe what happened today!”

Fondness warms his chest—though he’d never tell you—as you ramble, tension gradually melting from your tone as he Mhms and Oh shits and That’s fucking dumbs his way through your day, his heart still stuttering when you wiggle in excitement as he places a gigantic bowl of pasta in front of you.

“I love you,” he mutters, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “A lot.”

Wednesdays. Hump days. You’ve-almost-made-it-but-not-really days. How-much-can-I-get-done-today-so-the-rest-of-the-week-flies-by-? days. And, in the Uzui household, What-are-we-going-to-do-for-this-weekend’s-date-? days. You’ve tried all sorts of systems. Rotating who got to pick worked for a while, but then Makio started bribing Suma to give up her picks, and then Tengen started lying about who picked previously (albeit, nobody ever believed him, because somehow it always ended up being his pick). Democracy resulted in a lot of five way ties. Luck of the draw was probably the most fair, but also led to the most tears. No dates made everyone miserable. Sooooo you’re back to rotating the pick (for now).

4:58 PM [y/n]: Any ideas for date night yet? 👀

4:59 PM Suma: i’ve been planning all week! 🤗

5:00 PM Makio: Planning what? 🤨🧐

5:00 PM Makio: All WEEK?? 😒

5:00 PM Makio: You know it’s MY turn to pick, right????? 😠

5:01 PM Suma: my outfit 🥺

5:01 PM Suma: :(((

5:02 PM Hinatsuru: I’m sure you’ll look gorgeous babe 💖💝

5:02 PM Hinatsuru: Although… how are you planning your outfit without knowing the plan? 😳

5:05 PM Suma: my outfitS 😅

5:06 PM Tengen: I’m pretty sure it’s my turn to pick… ( `ε´ )

5:06 PM Makio: It’s NOT 🙄

5:06 PM [y/n]: It’s not 😐

5:06 PM Suma: it’s not 😬

5:06 PM Hinatsuru: It’s not 🤥

5:07 PM Tengen: Tough crowd (╥_╥)

5:08 PM Makio: You’ll live 🙃

5:10 PM [y/n]: Leaving work now!

5:10 PM Hinatsuru: Get home safely!

5:11 PM Suma: ily! 😘

5:12 PM Tengen: Can’t wait to kiss you ♡(´ ε ` )

5:13 PM Makio: You’re gonna have to wait 😃

5:13 PM Tengen: (・・ ) ?

5:14 PM Makio: CAUSE I’M GONNA KISS [Y/N] FIRST 😤😍😌

Tengen ends up kissing you first (he jump scares you five minutes away from the house); and Makio nearly bans him from going on the date (she is not happy when she opens the door to you both hand-in-hand); but Hina saves the day by suggesting an afternoon double date (you and Makio, and her and Suma, of course) — during which Tengen is responsible for either cooking a nice dinner or making reservations for everyone to go out to afterwards. He promptly agrees, because y’know…

“You’re sure you don’t mind?” you ask again, snuggled into his chest as Suma spoons you.

Makio snores lightly between Tengen and Hina; Hina reads a book.

“I don’t mind in the slightest,” he murmurs, his gentle smile softening your apprehensive expression, “Happy spouse, happy house.”

You snort, “Mhmmm.”

“And happy spouses?” he winks, “I’m living in the happiest house.”

Getting sick on Thursdays and wondering if you’re about to have a nice, long weekend or a weekend in hell. You make it to work just fine, your morning is arguably pretty productive, lunch tastes great… and then your throat starts hurting. You ignore it at first Maybe I swallowed some dust?, and try to wash it down with water. An hour later? Still hurts. And then you start feeling hot Maybe I need some fresh air?, but it is nearing the end of the day, and you have spent most of it inside. You leave a little after 5pm. Still hot.

“[y/n]!”

You smile despite your discomfort, phone clutched tightly in your hand. 

“Kyojuro,” you croak (you swear you can hear the immediate concern in his expression), “I think I’m getting sick.”

“Are you almost home? Are you still working? Do you want me to pick you up?”

“Heading home now,” you sigh, “Could you have soup and tea ready for me?”

“Absolutely!” he exclaims, “What is your ETA?”

“Thirty minutes?”

“Your soup and tea will be ready for you. I love you! Call me if you change your mind about a ride.”

As you make your way back, Kyojuro places an order from your favorite soup spot, decides there definitely aren’t (there definitely are) enough tea options at home, jogs (sprints) to the grocery store, buys more tea, jogs (sprints) to the restaurant, picks up your soup (and a couple dishes for himself), and walks—he doesn’t want to spill anything—home.

“Kyo-”

You’re unceremoniously interrupted from greeting him as Kyojuro scoops you into his arms, your bag only making things a little awkward, and walks you to the living room. After kissing your sweaty forehead, he settles you onto the couch, watching as you gradually realize just how many mugs of tea (nine) he’s prepared for you.

“Uh…”

“I was unsure what kind you wanted!”

“You could’ve texted me?” you giggle.

He grins, “This way you will also stay hydrated.”

“I’m gonna have to pee a bajillion and one times.”

“Perfect!”

Even if you’re sick all weekend, it’s far from hellish with Kyojuro by your side.

TGIF! In practice, Fridays aren’t too different from any other weekday, but they feel different. Of course, you’ve learned over the years to not be overly ambitious with evening plans in the morning, because by the time evening rolls around, you—more often than not—just want to get in bed. But the idea of being ambitious, the idea of cooking the recipe that’s been on your mind for weeks, the idea of watching an entire movie, the idea of going for a midnight walk because you’re an adult and you’re free… you very much so like the idea of Fridays.

4:05 PM Shinobu: What movie will you be falling asleep to tonight?

4:06 PM [y/n]: Where is your faith? 🥲

4:06 PM Shinobu: Faith in what?

4:06 PM Shinobu: You?

4:07 PM [y/n]: You’re literally so rude 😭😭

4:10 PM Shinobu: I love you

4:10 PM [y/n]: No movie tonight 😢

4:11 PM Shinobu: Just sleep?

4:11 PM [y/n]: Poker 🫣

4:15 PM Shinobu: Strip poker?

4:15 PM [y/n]: Strip poker 😏

So long as you make it to the actual Poker playing, it’s one of the few tried and true activities that you’re more than eager to stay awake for… but sometimes the bedroom part gets a little too cozy.

“Want me to turn off the lights?”

“No,” you grumble, nuzzling further into Shinobu’s lap as she strokes your hair, “Too comfy. Don’t leave me.”

With a soft laugh, she leans back against the headboard, eyes closing at the warm weight of your head on her thigh.

“Try again tomorrow?” she teases gently.

You stifle a yawn, “Definitely,” knowing all too well that you’ll be waking up at 2am with the lights still on as Shinobu snores quietly.

Letting out a contented hum, you settle deeper into your drowsiness, the faintest scent of sweet mint and jasmine lulling you to sleep.

Saturdays in the summer when it’s finally hot and sunny enough to go to the beach, and unfortunately, every else agrees. You’re up early-ish, you cuddle for long enough with a surprisingly cool Giyuu (apparently you’re the one who overheats) that your early-ish turns into late-ish, and then you’re into the shower for a quick rinse (albeit, it turns into a slow rinse when you’re joined by your adorably sleepy boyfriend). He takes care of brunch and beach snacks while you pack towels, a beach umbrella, a frisbee, books, and sunscreen, and it only takes a record two changes (oftentimes it’s 3+) of your swimsuit for you to settle on The One.

“You’re gonna wear sunscreen, right?”

“You’re gonna put it on me, right?” Giyuu retorts.

“You’re gonna put it on me, right?”

“I’ll put sunscreen on wherever you tell me to,” he shrugs, and then frowns. “On you.”

The drive isn’t too bad—you missed the first wave of beach traffic—but you do end up parking a bit farther away than you’d like… not that it matters, with Giyuu being so willing to carry everything.

“Would you just let me carry something?” you pout, guilt sprouting in your chest as you eye the sweat beading on his temples.

“If you want to carry something, then you’ll have to take it from me,” he deadpans.

You know you’re not winning that battle, so you hold his pinky instead (it’s too humid for hands), the cheesiest of grins making its way onto your face as you stare at him.

“Thanks for going to the beach with me.”

“Of course.”

Because if you’re at the beach, then he’s at the beach. If you’re in the shower, then he’s in the shower. To him, it’s quite simple math.

“You’re so sexy,” you wink, pausing to kiss his sweaty shoulder.

He doesn’t miss a beat, “You’re so gorgeous,” smirking as your cheeks redden, “I can’t wait to toss you in the water.”

“You better not.”

“But you’ll look so beautiful with salty, sandy beach hair-”

“GIIIYUUU!”

Lazy Sundays. Amber and teal, usually so guarded and harsh, resting soft and adoring on the sight of your own eyes blinking open slowly, reluctantly. A strong arm props your head up, the feeling in it long gone, as you yawn widely, the heat of morning cocooning your bodies in a mesmerizing haze.

“Good morning,” Obanai rasps.

“Morning,” you mumble, one eyelid still heavy, “How’d you sleep?”

“Perfectly.”

And he isn’t even lying. Some nights are longer than others. Either more sleepless or more nightmarish. More guilt ridden, when he thinks about how badly you want him to sleep well, and about how terribly he slept. But for whatever reason, Saturdays into Sundays are different. Perhaps he subconsciously puts less pressure on Sundays. Perhaps there’s less at stake. Less to do. Less to try to do. On Sundays, there’s only you. Only him. Only us.

“Perfect,” you respond, smiling as his face finally comes into focus, “You’re so pretty.”

He blushes, throat constricting at the sincerity in your gaze. You always tell him You’re so pretty, You’re so handsome, You’re so beautiful. And sometimes, on Sundays, he lets himself believe you. It’s a work in progress, his self esteem. His trust in you.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

“I mean it,” you insist, reaching up to cup his jaw, “With you beside me, I can count on a great view.”

He scoffs, “Does that line really work on people?”

“I only care about it working on you,” you quip.

He kisses you, gentle and warm, and the banter melts into something more fragile — his devotion on your lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you."

[hostess-of-horror]

Turbo/King Candy x Reader Headcanons

💕🏎️🏁A Valentine's Day Special!🍭👑💕

Note: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope you're all doing well and I figured this would be the perfect time to contribute some headcanons to the Tumblr bandwagon. This is also my very first time writing about Turbo/King Candy in a more fanfiction sense, so please go easy on me!

@sneklover @tiramegtoons/@sliceoflifesalami @starleska @snailstrailz @starryside-1 @depressedasswarlock @crispytubes @pippengin @simpingforcys @blackthewolf17 and anyone else who wants to read this!

Content Includes: Gender Neutral Reader, Slight Suggestiveness but SFW in general, Possessiveness (not Yandere), major spoilers for Wreck-It-Ralph

Hey! Click on each name/title for a love song! (please don't judge me, this got kinda self-indulgent.)

Turbo

For starters, Turbo is... selfish at worst, misguided at best.

Yes, he eventually game-jumps and ends up getting RoadBlasters as well as his own game unplugged, but before all that, he was quite the "charmer."

To many within the Game Central Station, Turbo was insufferable or at least a little annoying. His arrogance was enough for them to steer clear of him, regardless of whatever shenanigans he was up to.

It was worse when it came to him falling for someone. Like, who would ever reciprocate any feelings for this guy?

You. The answer is you.

It caught everyone off guard, including Turbo, who used his signature racing puns as a pick-up line (and not even a good one at that).

Once you accepted, oh boy, was he thrilled!

After a good solid minute of showing off his victory to others at Tapper's, his usual cocky self faded as he realizes you are his now.

Like, truly his.

And with that realization, he is overwhelmed at the mere thought of you actually being his partner.

Turbo still likes being the Best Racer Ever and all that, but this time it's all for you - he just has to let you know that you are one lucky person, what with all the 1st Place victories and the trophies that came with them.

As much as he wants to maintain his "cool and popular" look, he can't help but cartoonishly swoon over you from time to time.

Sometimes, you would catch him staring at you with big ole' heart eyes or hear him giggle like a goofball whenever you're nearby.

He absolutely denies it afterward.

Turbo may not be the epitome of the word "Casanova" but what he lacks in smoothness he makes up for with cheesy puns.

Oh my gosh, you cannot get this man to shut up when it comes to his puns - absolutely loves plays on words!

And of course, they're all racecar themed.

But there are also moments where his puns are rather... risque~

It didn't matter where you two were, if Turbo is feeling particularly mischeivous or really lovey-dovey, he will try to fluster you!

At one point, he tried to get you with one really raunchy pun while on a date and you played along with a slick comeback instead...

Guess you can say it really revved up his engine.

King Candy

Unlike his past self, King Candy is more reserved, having to maintain his sugarcoated facade for over a decade at this point.

He still loves his puns (which are now candy themed), but now he knows how to really treat his partner well.

Be it chocolates of every variety, lollipop roses, jewelry, a trip around Sugar Rush in his racecar - you name it! He is a king, after all!

He will spoil you to death, whether you like it or not.

Not to mention the special treatment you would get as the King's "Thweetheart".

Royal permissions abound - having access to the best seats in any place, not just the Racing Arena, not having to pay for almost anything (although you still pay anyway because it feels illegal not to), having Sour Bill and other servants to cater to you...

Long story short, you got yourself a Sugar Daddy that also just so happens to be a Short King.

Was it to distract you from the fact that he's not actually King Candy? Most definitely, if you're unaware of this.

If for some reason the gifts aren't doing it for you, then His Royal Sweetness will do his damndest to make you swoon through flirting.

You have no idea how or where he gets it from, but that doesn't matter because he really has a way with words...

Sure, they can be flowery and cutesy and maybe even poetic, but there's a sort of tenderness in his voice that never fails to make your heart melt like a marshmallow in hot cocoa.

Especially when he whispers sweet nothings in your ear...

One day, you decide to try and flirt back; that is when you find out your royal beau can be easily flustered!

You took it far enough to make him turn as red as a Hot Tamale - especially when it comes to praises.

Ever since then, King Candy tries his hardest NOT to be flustered into oblivion as you tell him that he's such a good little racer~

How much he dominates all the others in every way possible... and for that he deserves a reward~

... he has yet to succeed.

You may not be royalty (...yet, maybe?) but you certainly felt like one.

King Candybug

Oh, you sweet little thing... what did you get yourself into?

Perhaps you lived and loved him since the peaceful days of Sugar Rush, or since before the RoadBlasters Incident, but regardless...

You are his.

There is horror in a monster's love; a horror in which you cannot resist - to be loved under smiling fangs and sharp claws, where you dance upon that tightrope between life and death

And once you fall, you fall knowing that you're going to be okay.

Despite what happened to him, he's still your lover.

You loved all of him, and even if the world was crumbling down and he was the cause, you somehow saw past all that.

Being the Cybug King's Chosen One is... not what you expected.

You thought he would be more like an animal - a creature driven purely by instincts.

But no. Instead, it's him. The Real Him. That adorably arrogant bastard in all of his glory.

And you reveled in it.

His favorite game to play with you is not Hide and Seek, as fun as it is. No, his favorite game is Flirting~

And his favorite method is lifting up your chin to meet his eyes.

For so long, you had always the advantage. No matter what, you always won.

And he hated it.

It drove him mad, constantly losing to the one race he couldn't beat! He vowed to one day finally conquer it and once he does...

Who knows what will happen next?

So this... this is vengeance.