#bubble man/reader

[megaman-fluffcanons]

Can I request hc’s of Bubble Man, Fuse Man and Bass caring for a human s/o who has a cold?

I only write for two at a time!

Bubble Man:

*He doesn’t exactly have the most knowledge of what to do when someone is sick

*so when he found out you were sick with a cold, he flipped out a bit, very concerned about your wellbeing

*which you thought was cute that he cared so much about you

*but you had to calm him down and tell him that you would be okay, that you were just sick with a cold, that it would go away within a couple days

*Bubble Man kept by your side for the whole time, unless you were asleep/needed some space

*he would bring you anything you could possibly need to help you get better sooner, whether you ask for it or not, he just wants you to get better soon is all

Fuse Man:

*Fuse Man has an idea of what to do when someone is sick, so when he found out you were sick with a cold, he didn't panic

*But he was quite concerned about your wellbeing

*So he definitely took it upon himself to help take care of you

*You told him that it wasn't necessary, but you thought it was rather sweet that he cares so much

*He tells you that he wants to do this for you, that he just wants to see you get better soon

*He makes sure you get plenty of rest and anything else you may need to help you get better sooner

[luxbub]

The bond between a girl and the middle-aged actor she saw in a movie years ago and now coincidentally has a big fat crush on is unstoppable

[crimsonbubble]

how to destroy any fucking atiny

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Posterior Penchant

A/N: Is this inspired from the recent reblog? YEP. Aren’t we all obsessed with them Stark peaches? Hope y’all join me in this butt obsession.

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: Nothing except maybe fixation over a fine piece of 🍑

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It was gradually turning into a fixation.

But you really couldn’t help it. In your defence, he kept bringing it up, or rather in your line of vision…or vicinity…or he was just turning his back and showing off that perfect bubble butt. A lot.

Tony Stark and his fine behind had become your obsession off late.

Any chance you’d get, you were either shamelessly ogling at it, or sneakily caressing or pinching it. Not that he would ever admit it, but your boyfriend secretly loved every second of it. And that feigned annoyance sounded something like —

“Jesus! Would you give a guy some warning before you go groping his butt cheeks in public?”

“You’re just waiting for any chance you get to touch my ass, aren’t you woman?”

You couldn’t be blamed. The way his well-endowed bubble butt looked in those sweatpants he wore around the house or in those slate-grey trousers, or in his Iron Man armour, it was more than enough to get you going.

“You put in extra effort doing those squats and lunges, don’t you Mister Buttocks?” You would giggle, standing next to him all while your free hand wandered over to his behind to gently tap it.

The blush on that handsome face was unmissable and quite adorable.

“Get this lady away from me! She’s a threat to me and my glorious booty.” Tony exclaimed one day, pretending to run away from you to gain a laugh that made his heart sing.

I love Mr. Duck Butt 😭🫶🏻

[yurureri-yurari]

Jing Yuan slipping into bed after coming home from working overtime, stirring you awake even though he was utmost careful in doing so.

“Welcome home…” you sit up to greet him in almost a mumble, half-asleep.

As you shortly lay back and quickly drift off to sleep again, you snuggle up to him.

His expression is in rare bewilderment as he looks at you beside him, a blush dusted across his face in the darkness. A soft smile breaks into his lips as he brings you even closer by wrapping an arm around you.

Your words and gesture were so simple, yet it made him feel unbelievably loved and so lucky to have you.

“I’m home,” he whispers.

[gnabnahcsworld]

Y’all Chris is back on bubble acting a damn fool and basically confirmed (again) he’s literally watching us…like sir tf u mean touch grass? You first loser…how can I quench my thirst if every other day ur out here acting up??? Like did u think we forgot??? Ur ass was on bubble (autocorrect keeps changing bubble to bible and ykw they’re right he needs one) JUST YESTERDAY (July 14th to be exact) acting like you have no home training and we’re the once’s who need fresh air? You just told us u were delulu (he was not joking) and we’re the one who need to get it together??? This man does not live in reality at all. WHEN I CATCH YOU CHRISTOPHER!?! I WILL BE BITING CUZ HE WAS NOT JOKING ABT WORKING OUT AGAIN

[kcake555]

Mark Lee cake 🍰

nct

[probablyreadinsmut]

How you doin' daddy?

Summary: In this Reader is Dieter Bravos PA, you've been working for him for around 4 years, cleaning up his messes, making appointments for him, going on coffee runs etc. Dieter is Dieter, we know him, we love him, reader mostly tolerates his bullshit. He's not a bad guy, he just has his demons. Alot of them.

But when he's forced to deal with the repercussions of his past, reader is dragged along for the ride.

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Reader is afab, has breasts and a vagina. No mention of height, weight or skin colour. Reader has hair, no mention of texture type, style, length or colour. Readers nickname is Star.

Tags for this fic: Eventual Smut, Accidental parenthood(?), fluff, angst, pregnancy.

Warnings for this chapter: None? Reader is angy but justified.

A/N: As a non American, I have no geographical knowledge of LA, I'm just writing bollocks and hoping it makes sense, please don't come for me 😭😂

Word Count: 2.5k(ish)

Without further adieu...

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Chapter One ~ Spoiled sex dreams

July 27th 2023

'And it's another gorgeous day in sunny L.A, with highs of 78°-- Crackle-- sure to-- Crackle--that AC up today--"

"For fuck sake" The smacks you deliver to the dashboard, attempting to revive the radio that's as old as you are, don't help one bit. A Britney Spears song comes on and now she sounds like a fucking robot. Morning traffic down town sucks enough as it is, craaaawling down each block, but with the radio on the fritz too? Well that was just the cherry on top of an already shit sundae. It was entirely your bosses fault that you were in a terrible mood anyway, you rationalise as you lean on the horn after some asshole in an over compensating pick up truck cuts you off. After all, your morning had started with an early morning wake up call from him.

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The buzzing of your cellphone had rudely interrupted the dirty dream you were having starring the actor from your current Netflix binge watch, it was just getting good when;

Buzz, buzz... A text

Buzz, buzz... Another text

That was enough to wake you, groaning as you rolled over, blindly reaching out to find your phone, grumbling in frustration when it starts to ring before you've even had a chance to pick it up and your eyes hadn't even adjusted yet.

Holding it slightly away from your face, wincing at the way the light hurts your eyes, you're able to make out your bosses name, it's barely even light out yet? What the fuck? 

With a swipe you answer the phone and bring it to your ear, unable to control the clipped tone that leaves you when you answer. "Yes, Dieter? What's the emergency because there had better be one calling me this fucking early?" 

You'd barely been able to understand what he was babbling about sounding panicked, only able to make out a few words before he begged you to come over right now. So that's what you did, but you'd make sure that man would be paying you for it though. An itemised bill for the overtime stating 'Interuppted my sex dream with a moustachioed DEA agent - $250' should suffice. 

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By some miracle, you'd made it from your little apartment in Van Nuys to Sherman Oaks by 7.30am, not missing the way the residents in Dieters neighbourhood expressed their disgust as your antiquated, beaten up 1994 Toyota Avalon rumbled by them as they walked their yappy little dogs. Fuck 'em, you love her. She's a piece of shit but she's your piece of shit. It used to bother you when you first took the job a little over 4 years ago but now? They can shove their snooty looks up their bleached assholes. There was still that part of you, despite the handsome salary you were paid, that wanted to stay grounded, so the lemon of a car that was a hand-me-down from your older brother was the reminder you kept, a reminder of who you were and where you came from. L.A wasn't your home, but it's where you ended up. 

Winding down the window as you pull up at the main gate, I.D card already in hand even though the security guards know you well by now. 

"Hey Tomas" You greet the balding, portly guard as he leans out the small window of his security office "What's wrong with Dieter this morning? I had a frantic call from him this morning, begged me to come over right away?" 

"Mornin' sweetheart, I dunno what to tell you, I just got on shift at 7, took over for Andy, he didn't stick around long enough to tell me what's goin' on but he said Gretchen was inside with Dieter tryin' to calm him down, sorry doll." He offers you an apologetic smile, entering the gate code on his side. 

" It's okay, I should be used to his bullshit by now anyway, thanks Tomas!" A heavy sigh leaves you as you roll back up the window and slowly roll through the gates.

Outside the ornate dark oak door, Gretchen, Dieters faithful manager of 20 years, sits on the top step, head hanging as a cigarette sits between her well manicured fingers, ashy blonde hair falling over her face, concealing her expression. But just by her body language, you're already getting anxious. And considering Gretchen gave up smoking two years prior, the image in front of you was ringing alarm bells in your head. Whatever has happened is bad. So bad that Gretchen 'Rewarded herself with a vacation to Peru to celebrate a year smoke free' Hansen has fallen off the wagon and sparked up once more. 

"What did you do Dieter?" it's a murmur of worry and frustration, just as you're pulling up at the bottom of the front steps, hastily pulling off your seatbelt and killing the engine. 

"What's wrong? What happened?" The car door hasn't even closed behind you before you're playing a less fun version of twenty questions with Gretchen. 

There's a wearniess in her blue eyes as she lifts her head, taking a long pull of her cigarette, wrinkled lips blowing out a plume of smoke to the side. "Go inside, find out for yourself. I'm warning you though, he's not in a good way, be nice to him today, Star" Star. That ridiculous nickname Dieter started calling you soon after you became his PA. It stuck and now everyone on his staff calls you it, sometimes you wonder if they even remember your real name. 

You're jogging up the steps before she can even take another drag. "When am I not nice to him?" 

"Always. Please, just go easy on him for the sake of my sanity!" The older woman begs as you stride past her, letting yourself in through the unlocked door. 

It's always the first thing you see when you step inside the open foyer, the gaudy portrait Dieter had commissioned of himself for his 45th birthday. It's him laying in front of a fire on a furry rug, in the nude with a tiger striped blanket barely covering his intimate areas, a sultry 'come hither' expression on his face. Think the Burt Reynolds cosmopolitan centre fold, but tacky. Someone told him he looked like him once, he took it and ran with it. Sure the artist is skilled, the likeness is uncanny, but my god if you don't roll your eyes every time you see it. Especially when you think about the fact this man actually posed for it. 

"Dieter, I'm here! No ones telling me a damn thing and if you've murdered someone--" 

With wide panicked eyes and messy hair sticking up in every direction like he's been frantically running his hands through it, Dieter comes running through the archway to the living room into the foyer, with his finger to his lips. His trademark bathrobe hanging open, shirtless underneath, soft belly on display without a care.

"Shhhh please, please, please keep your voice down, you'll wake it back up!" 

"Wake what--" He's got you trapped in a tight, clingy hug before you can even finish the end of your sentence, arms trapped under his so you can't reciprocate even if you wanted to. 

"Thank fuck you're here, Star. You were the first person I called and then Gretchen... and then my coke dealer."

"Dieter... Can't breathe" 

"Oh fuck..." He let's go of you, stepping back with an apologetic grimace. "I'm sorry! Please..." He grabs your hand firmly, dragging you the way he came from. "R-remember the Halloween party I threw last year? The-the one where I hooked up with that suuuuuuper fucking hot model, Svetlana" Svetlana, of course you remember her, she'd bumped into you on purpose, making you spill your beer down the front of your shirt. You'd agreed to help the caterers that night, darting back and forth between the kitchen and living room with tray after tray of canapés and appetisers, serving rich assholes champagne flutes while they barely acknowledged your existence. By the time you'd gotten around to taking your apron off, all you wanted was a fucking beer and maybe a few of those little savoury pastry thingies. Just as you're about to take your first sip, she shoulder checks you, hard.

"Oopsie... Didn't see you there, sorry" then she giggled, strutting away like she's still on the catwalk, she hadn't even put effort into her costume, red mini dress barely covering her ass with a pair of devil horns sitting atop her perfectly styled hair. She was fucking stunning of course, but an absolute bitch none the less. If you weren't worried about losing your job over it, you'd have absolutely cussed her out for it. 

"Yeeeeees?" Your eyes narrow suspiciously with a hint of annoyance in your tone at the mention of her name, crossing the threshold into the living room behind him, eyes still on him, noting the nervous sweat above his brow. 

"You're gonna laugh, it'll be hilarious one day, we'll just laugh and laugh!" He's stalling, that stupid nervous chuckle of his is a dead giveaway and then all at once there's a that draws your attention away from him, one you recognise, you'd heard it plenty of times when your brother and his wife had their first, a snuffle and the beginnings of a little whine. There, sitting in a car seat in the middle of his living room. Was a fucking baby... 

Your eyes feel like they're on stalks right now, mouth hanging dumbly agape, out of the corner of your eye you can see Dieter anxiously biting at the skin around the nail of his index finger, waiting for you to react, for you to say something, anything.

"Dieter" You gesture to the car seat "Who's goddamn baby is that?"

... Silence, eyes full of guilt.

"Dieter?" It comes out sternly this time, taking a step closer to him, you're scary when you're angry and he's definitely afraid of you. 

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He's seen you blow up twice since he hired you. The first time was about a month into your employment, mid 2019, he was still trying to figure you out then, work out whether or not he actually liked you, you were stern and you didn't fawn over him like a lot of his staff did, he wasn't used to it.

But then you'd gone on a coffee run with him, albeit reluctantly, you'd tried to get out of it but the other assistants were all busy and he practically begged you, bringing out the puppy dog eyes that could charm anyone, you hated that it worked.

As you were standing to the side of the order line waiting for his Iced Quad Espresso with six fucking shots in it, the next guy in line began to raise his voice at the barista behind the counter, mocking the use of their pronouns badge that was proudly pinned next to their name tag. You saw the way they flinched as his words hit them, you saw the tears brimming on their waterline and no one else was speaking up. 

Dieter had heard it too and he was just about to step in when;

"Hey shit-for-brains!" Oh fuck, Dieter was going to end up on the news wasn't he?

'Movie stars PA arrested, one dead, cause of death: strangulation'. He could see the headlines now. 

"Yeah you, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

You had guts, he hadn't seen it his side of you before but it was something he respected the fuck out of and if he was being really honest with himself? It was kind of hot the way you squared up to the bigot, not that he'd ever admit it of course, you still terrify him and he has a strict rule about screwing his staff, in which he doesn't.

What followed was a 5 minute back and forth of you purely degrading and picking apart every flaw this guy had, in a very public way:

"I'd recognise hair plugs anywhere, especially if they're shit."

"Listen here, pencil dick."

"Im gonna need you to back up a step, fuck me, did you brush your teeth with shit this morning?"

That last one was Dieters favourite by far and there were more, so much more. Every time he tried to open his mouth and talk back you interrupted with another string of insults until he eventually stepped out of line and stalked out of the coffee shop.

You were a force to be reckoned with and he'd decided on that day he did like you and that you were definitely not someone he wanted to be on the bad side of.

And then there was the time Dieter caught covid, so sick he couldn't get out of bed for a week, you'd spent every day at his place, masked up, gloves on trying your hardest to protect yourself and he could tell how tired you were by the end of the week, running around getting him soup, making him a hot tea with honey and lemon to protect his vocal cords. That was the sweet, caring side of you that he loved, it was a complete 180 from the sarcastic, stern woman he saw most days.

On the 8th day he'd tested negative and wanted to go for a quick walk around the neighbourhood, still a little sluggish and rundown. You insisted on going with him and who was he to say no? 

The two of you had been walking for all of two minutes before the vultures found you, a particularly  bloodthirsty one getting up in his face with the camera asking questions about his recent divorce from Anika. After the third time Dieter had said 'No comment' and you'd tried your hardest to guide him away, wrapping your arm around his shoulder, the guy doubled down and asked him about his latest relapse and if that's why he looked like shit right now, you saw red. Dieter could have sworn he saw steam coming out of your ears as you forced your way in between Dieter and the camera-weilding asshat, acting like a protective barrier in front of Dieter. 

"I'm going to give you 5 seconds before I take that camera and shove it so far up your ass, you'll be calling me a proctologist with the pictures I'll be taking of your lower colon." The grin on your face as you'd yelled at him was almost maniacal, people didn't fuck with you and you weren't afraid to put the phrase 'Fuck around and find out' to work. 

It had given you great pleasure seeing him scurry away, tail between his legs."If I ever see you in this neighborhood again, I'll be sure to give you that rectal exam!". Dieter could barely hold back his laugh when you waved off the paparazzo, who was now fumbling with his keys, trying to get back in his car to high tail it out of there. 

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"Dieter" You repeat yourself for the third time. "Who's. Baby. Is. That?" your words are punctuated with a frustrated grit of your teeth. 

.... 

He stays silent for a moment longer, eyes cast down at the floor as he speaks, timid and guilt ridden like a child being scolded by their mother.

"it's... It's mine."

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Next Chapter

[miguelswifey04]

What if bubbly!reader passes away but Miguel still has to go to work but breaks down every few hours because he’s reminded of of something she did like bring him lunch or go hang out and cuddle with him while he worked and Peter b and everyone else helps comfort him yet that still reminds him of reader

you’re gonna make me break my own heart 😕 actually this gonna be the first time i write a death of a character, so let’s get into it 💔💔

miguel o’hara x bubbly! reader

warnings: reader’s death; angst

just like the wind comes and goes, you left behind a precious family, your friends, your loved ones, and miguel. you were a ray of sunshine for miguel’s darkest hours now his darkest hours had turned into his darkest days where you were no longer around to keep him going. if you are gone how is miguel supposed to live? how is he supposed to move on?

miguel had lost every little thing he could not hold onto, including you. what were you supposed to do when someone you truly loved dies? was miguel supposed to cope? was miguel to pretend to keep it going even if you weren’t by his side cheering him on and being supportive? these were the kind of questions everyone thought when they saw a melancholic miguel. a part of him died that day when you slipped away through his fingers. he couldn’t save you just like he couldn’t save his own daughter. now, surely that’ll eat him alive—his own heartbreak would be his own cause of death.

everywhere miguel goes, every smell and every thought connected to a song reminds him of you. no matter how hard he tries to be himself, no matter how hard he tries to cope—he cannot be the same person he was when you were alive, as if he can never be the same again. he tries to carry the burdens of the world on his shoulders but he finds himself cracking at the seams. he breaks down as he reminisces on the memories of you. the way you shined so brightly like a star high in the sky…or the way your smiled so big that made his heart ache that he can no longer appreciate that. the simple acts of kindness from yours truly, like you bringing him lunch or proving him that comfort and love he needed. the way you reassured him that he would never be alone.

“miguel, as long as you have me you’ll never be alone..i promise i won’t ever leave you..”

words were left empty, and promises left unfulfilled. how dare you slip away and not stay by his side, and grow old together…how dare the universe punish miguel when he himself is trying to save it..

“i love you so much, and you’re such a hardworking man. please never feel as if you have to shoulder these burdens alone. your burdens are mine to share.”

the pain had become unbearable. and it had become difficult for miguel to find solace in his daily routine. peter b and the others, observe miguel’s struggles and offer him support in their own ways.

“hey miguel? i’m sorry about them..i know how much they meant to you.” the same sentence gutted miguel and ripped his heart to shreds. they’d offer listening ears and comforting words, even sharing their own stories and memories of you. while their efforts bring miguel some comfort, they also intensify his grief, as they serve as constant reminders of the one he lost.

though time slowly passes, miguel has seemed to forgot the memories of your face..it’s not longer etched in his mind, and the way your voice sounded was now just but a distant memory. maybe, it was for the best for miguel to forgot about you and move on. maybe just maybe it may have been what you wanted. now, you’re a soul lingering in the vast universe with no memory of what your last life was, and maybe in another universe you could have had your happily ever after with miguel.

-yours truly

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @meeom @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii @obi-mom-kenobi

[lvgrrqs]

thinking about a miguel x reader where he’s overwhelmed by his goal of protecting the multiverse of spidermen/women that he argues with the reader about how he has to be the one to do it otherwise no one else will.

“i have to protect them, no matter the costs.”

“but who’s going to protect you?”

its in the drafts you guys, i got this.

[megaman-fluffcanons]

Bubble Man with a Aggressive when fighting but very polite and caring when not fighting Water Robot Master S/O

Ty!!

Hope you have a nice Day/Noon/Night!! :D

*You practically have two sides to you: an aggressive side, but only when you fight, and polite and caring, when you’re not fighting

*Bubble Man has seen both of these sides of you, but more of the polite and caring… well, also loving side of you

*since you have beat up others for him, but you won’t admit that to him… you just don’t like others picking on him!

*Bubble Man has an idea of this, but he won’t say anything, he doesn’t want to upset you after all

*Besides… he rather appreciates you sticking up for him

[luxbub]

I just rewatched dune part one and my obsession with duncan idaho is back

[crimsonbubble]

I need this look to come back right the fuck now

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

I've been trying so hard to write these last few weeks, I write while Im at work in between calls, I write in the middle of the night, I write early in the morning and I just come up with absolute trash. I Dont know what else to try!!!

[moeswriting]

1. the one

| to be written...

2. cardigan

| (Peter Parker x reader)

3. the last great american dynasty

| to be written...

4. exile (feat. Bon Iver)

| to be written...

5. my tears ricochet

| to be written...

6. mirrorball

| to be written...

7. seven

| (Joel Miller & Sarah Miller)

8. august

| (Eleventh Doctor x reader)

9. this is me trying

| to be written...

10. illicit affairs

| (Dieter Bravo x reader)

11. Invisible String

| (Frankie Morales x reader)

12. mad woman

| to be written...

13. epiphany

| to be written...

14. betty

| to be written...

15. peace

| to be written...

16. hoax

| to be written...

17. the lakes

| (Joel Miller x reader)

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[kcake555]

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