#but it works either way. whichever one u think comes first

[syncast-err0r]

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[erroryeswifi]

Yay! Thank you for responding to my last ask :) I absolutely love the family (Steve, Larry and Rob) Can I know your Mr. Small or Robert headcanons too?

Oughh This one’s pretty long, so once again putting it under a cut ⬇️

(Like last time, if u don’t care abt me yapping there’s some drawings down there too haha)

• Mr Small likes anime and cosplay.

The biggest reason for this is his cosplay of Sailor Moon in “The Ghouls” episode. But along with cosplay I feel like he just likes to dress up in general. He has a surprisingly large amount of outfits throughout the series like: The honesty bear (The sock), Criminal Bozo fit (The allergie), Classic Hippie fit (The Silence), The Small hours music video fits (The Singing) and a couple more that he wears frequently like his rollerblading fit and his meditation fit. And those are just the ones that come to my head first, there’s definitely more in the show I think. He also has a bunch of outfits in the comics but I haven’t read those (yet. I really want them)

Similarly Larry does the same thing actually. Although, it makes more sense for him since he does it specifically for work reasons (And we see him so much more often). The thing is about Larry’s outfits is that I think are especially cute is that he dresses up for his role (specifically as a stereotypical worker you’d expect to see in whichever store he’s in) even if there isn’t a specific uniform. I’ve made a post about this before right here. Basically something I noticed is that he puts on temporary tattoos for a few of his jobs, not to mention he literally put on a fake gotee for his barber outfit. I like to think Larry is too busy to have his own hobbies but he accidentally adopted dressing up and he thoroughly enjoys it, even if he’s not exactly aware that he’s doing it.

• Rob takes both of Larry and Steve’s last names after being adopted.

I’ve thought for a long time which last name was gonna be their family last name but I was sooo hung up about it cuz both Larry and Mr Small’s last names are pretty important to their work. Larry is known all over town for being “Larry Needlemeyer” so it would be a pain to get that changed for him and be bad for his publicity as a well known worker. As for Mr Small he’s literally a teacher, everyone at his workspace adresses him by last name so it would be strange for him to change names as well. Basically what I’ve settled with for now is that they would share a hyphenated last name. So Mr Small’s would be “Steven Needlemeyer-Small” and Larry’s would be “Laurence Needlemeyer-Small”. This same thing would apply for Rob with him being “Rob Needlemeyer-Small”. I feel like this would be the best way for them to share a family name while staying consistent and least confusing. Plus it won’t affect neither Steve’s or Larry’s jobs all that much.

• Rob has a million nicknames

We all know the gag about Rob being called different names. I think it would be fun if when Larry and/or Steve calls for him (whether they need help or he’s in trouble) they call him by different variations of “Rob” like: Robert, Robbie, Roberto etc… I think his legal name would be still be just “Rob” tho, there’s really no reason for it to be anything else as that’s the name he remembers after getting out of the void.

• Mr Small is really bad at relationships

The thing about Mr Small his the he is one of the few middle aged adults in the show without a spouse or family members at all. Almost all of the middle aged adults in the show are the same age, we know this because they all went to school together but most importantly because they all went to prom together. My point is, almost all of the people he went to school with are either married, dating someone or have children of their own. Meanwhile he is single, no known family and doesn’t seem to have many friends outside of work. We even see him talking to Mr Corneille about his struggles online dating (The Wish), admittedly he wasn’t on a dating website but rather a pizza delivery app but that even further shows how he’s not super good with social queues and close relationships as he couldn’t tell the difference.

To contrast Mr Small, Larry is super good with people interactions. Obviously, with his work he needs to be. But as far as romantic relationship go, I think he’d be a very stereotypical good boyfriend type. Where he’d take his dates to nice restaurants, buy them flowers or go for walks. He likes things simple and classic.

• Rob likes video games

Idk I don’t really have a reason for this one. I think he’d constantly play Super Smash Bros on a Nintendo switch he was gifted for Christmas or smth lmaoo. The idea of him ragging online is very funny to me, especially if it’s stupid simple kids games where there isn’t much brain power to do them. He’d stream “Playing Fireboy and Water girl by myself!” if Larry let him.

Okay that’s already too much writing for one post, but if you wanna know more feel free to ask for it! ❤️

(I may not answer right away, but I appreciate the asks really!)

[a-ikuoliver]

Happy two year anniversary!!

I’d like to order three Jager Bombs. One for me and Mr. Plague daddy Overhaul over there. The other is for the girl of the hour of course 😉

(Psst- not sure if it’s my app but the links to your rules isn’t working ;-; I’d overhaul is a no go for you pls feel free to replace for Bakugo/Shinso. Whichever you’re more inspired to write 💚. Happy two years!!)

thank u bby! i appreciate the bomb for me too teehee i wrote this for shinso bc i don't write for overhaul but i think tumblrs been having issues with the links but thank u for sending one in either way! i hope u enjoy <3 birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

“can i get a jagerbomb? pl-pease?” your bright smile falters for just a moment when you try to keep your tone as even as possible at the spike of stimulation between your thighs, the slowly-dying battery kicking into life every few moments before settling to a low buzz again. shinso eyed you lazily, purple eyes looking you up and down, specifically drawn to the way your thighs squeezed together the moment you pulled yourself onto the barstool, before finally settling at your eyes.

“that’s everything?” oh, his voice is so deep, and you’re already so sensitive, the shiver running down your spine, your thighs nearly trembling at the low timbre.

if he was anyone else in this bar — drunk patron, high server — he wouldn’t have noticed the way you reacted to the sound of his voice, the miniscule changes in your demenour with every syllable that passed his lips, every letter senting a jolt straight to your aching clit. unfortunately for you, he’s awfully perceptive, noting every shiver, every jump, every squirm when he gets you your drink, and your second, and by the third he’s sure you’ve got a cute little vibrator tucked in the front of your panties; only half charged he’d guess by the way you kept wiggling, raising your hips into it as much as you could without drawing attention to yourself, despite how desperate you were to ride the poor toy until it either gave out or you did.

studying you from the far end of the bar, shinso watches you nearly choke on the drink when another strong burst of life from the toy, the surge getting you closer than the others had, your desperation to cum starting to show. glancing around the other customers, confirming all of them drunkenly dancing and cheering, you adjust in your seat, squeezing your thighs closer together, your eyelashes fluttering when you grinded firmly down onto the toy.

you’re so fucking desperate, nearly humping the chair the moment you think no ones watching you. hoisting himself off the edge of the bar, he stalks back towards the dimly lit corner you stayed in, a satisfied expression gracing his features when you froze in your spot, “you want another drink?”

his tone is bored when he gestures to the empty glass in front of you, but his eyes are anything but, lit ablaze by your nervousness, his violet iris growing darker when you stared up at him with wide, shocked eyes. leaning his forearms on the bar, he leaned closer, close enough you worry if he can hear the steady buzzing coming from between your slick, shaky thighs, “or did you just come here to get off?”

your chest tightens, your mouth bobbing open and shut dumbly, mumbling sounds that weren’t quite entire sentences, hardly even words, not quite managing to spout your innocence. the more you stumbled over your words, the hotter your face got, and the faster the blood rushed from his head, the more he wanted you.

“don’t bother trying to deny it, baby, you like geting off like this. with no one else having any idea what you’re doing over here,” he tilts his head curiously to the side, his lilac gaze as intense as it was when your eyes first met his, studying you, the way you squirmed the more he spoke.

he drops his voice, whispering lowly into your ear, “tell me you like it, and i’ll help you.”

your pupils nearly swallow your iris staring up at his wicked smile, your hips rolling subconsciously the longer he stares you down. parting your lips to speak, no sound escapes your wet lips.

shinso knows exactly what you want, but still, he scrunches his eyebrows, even going as far to cup his ear, “sorry, baby, what was that? it’s so loud in here, i couldn’t hear you.”

you flush again, finally mustering your voice, “please.”

quirking an eyebrow at you, he tosses up taking pity on you, hearing your sweet voice plead with him was enough to get his cock aching, but was it enough to get him to fuck you stupid? to finally have you cum? voice dripping in condescension, he whispered to you once more, “oh, sweetheart, you think you deserve to cum begging like that? that was pitiful.”

he stands back up straight to his full height, taking a step back from the ring-marked counter, his heart rate spiking when you gently circle your fingers around his wrist, god, his pants were getting tight, “please, i wanna cum.”

[cjwritesforyou]

Sam's Journey - 5

Max had been going every day now. Sam would wake up and find him already gone. While he went and worked on his magic in the forest outside of town, he would pass them talking. She seemed to have warmed up.

“Have you even asked her name?” Sam asked one night.

“Elizabeth,” Max said.

“Her name’s Elizabeth?”

“But I call her Liz.”

“You’re that close already?”

“There’s nothing else to do but talk. There aren’t any travelers, either.”

“But she won’t join us?”

“I’ll change her mind,” he said. “At the fair. It’s good timing.” He got into bed and pulled the cover over him. “Tomorrow, Sam.” Max turned his nightstand lamp off.

Tomorrow came and the village was lively like never before. There were banners and streamers and everything hanging down. This fair was their pride once a year. They had entries written down for their few competitions. What Sam wanted to see was the archery competition. Only two names were on the signup sheet–Max and Elizabeth. Sam smirked to himself and couldn’t wait for the event.

There was a whole lot to do on fair day. There were stands set up all over town. Sam found Cara at one and went over. She was bobbing for apples. She wasn’t bad either. She bobbed one more apple and looked behind her.

“Sam! Look at how many times I won!” Cara said.

The tent keeper looked ill. 

“We should try some other games. See how they all are,” Sam said.

“What’s next?” Cara asked and grabbed her winnings, but there was too much. There was a stuffed bear in there, but she couldn’t hold it all, so she let the tent keeper take back her winnings besides the bear she wanted. “You got lucky this time!”

The tent keeper was going to be ill. He took back the rest.

“Have you seen Max yet?” Sam asked. They were walking around the stands looking for an open game to play.

“Not yet. I’m sure he’s with her. Trying to recruit her still.”

“You think he has any chance at the archery event?”

“The big event? Against her? I doubt it,” Cara said. Her eyes were darting from stand to stand. “If she’s everything she’s made up to be, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You’re right,” Sam sighed.

They took their time going from booth to booth and having at whichever game was there. Cara kept winning, but never took any prizes. She loved her bunny. And she couldn’t carry anymore.

Sam checked the sign-up sheet for the main event. Still just Max and Elizabeth. He looked around the village and spotted them at the entrance. Elizabeth was laughing, and Max was saying something. She looked nothing like she did that first day. Not as dignified–in a good way.

Cara was still occupied by some other carnival game, so Sam decided to walk over. As he approached, Max saw him coming.

“Sam!” Max said. “Liz, this is Sam. Sam, this is Elizabeth.”

She looked him up and down as he got closer.

“Nice to meet you again,” Liz said.

“Nice to see you,” Sam said. “Am I interrupting?”

“Not at all,” Max said. “Take a seat.”

Max motioned toward an open tree trunk and Sam went over. As he walked though, he thought Elizabeth was watching his every move. He took a seat.

“How is the fair?” Max asked.

“It’s good. Lot of fun. You should check it out, instead of just being here the whole time,” Sam said.

“I’m glad it’s fun,” Max said. “I might be too old for all that.”

“Too old!” Sam exclaimed. “No, you should join in.” Sam turned to Elizabeth. “You should have fun, too. What’s stopping you?”

“It’s not fun for me,” Elizabeth said. “I’d have too many worries.”

“About your post? I can stand watch for now. You should check it out.”

“I really shouldn’t. There are more important things.”

“You two both need to see the fair. Max, take her around. Have some fun!”

“Is that what she wants?” Max questioned. He turned his gaze to Elizabeth. She was struggling to give an answer.

“I think so,” Sam smiled.

Max stood up and held his hand out. “Come on Liz. We’re going to see the fair.”

“I-okay,” she managed and stood up. She took his hand and he led her forward.

Max half-turned back and sent a thumbs-up to him. Then they were gone to the fair. He was all alone. There wasn’t much to do or see. He wondered how Elizabeth stayed busy all day. It was a boring job, if it even was a job.

“You should’ve told me where you were going,” Cara said. She plumped down on the stump Max was on.

“You were still playing games,” Sam said. He tried not to act surprised. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You could’ve said something,” Cara said. “I was wondering where you went.”

“Here I am.”

“Here you are.” Cara took a bite out of an apple she was holding. She crunched down on it. “Where did those two go?”

“I somehow convinced them to check out the fair.”

“Them? And the fair? That almost doesn’t seem right.”

“I know.”

“Did they want to go?”

“Elizabeth would’ve stayed here forever, if not for Max.”

“I see.” She took another bite of her crunchy apple.

“He did the heavy lifting. They’re probably checking some stall out now.”

“Good for them.”

“They haven’t done anything else.”

“Just sat here?”

“For a week,” Sam said. “But I bet she’s done it a long time. A week probably doesn’t seem that much.”

“I wonder how long she’s been watching here.” Cara took another bite of her apple.

There was a silence that came with the wind and the sound of Cara munching on her apple. Sam didn’t mind it. He thought there might be more to see, he just had to open his eyes.

“The main event is going to start soon,” Sam said.

“For all two competitors,” Cara laughed. “I wonder how it’ll go.”

Sam heard a rustling in the leaves outside the town and his ears perked up. Cara noticed it too, and stood up.

All of a sudden five goblins and five orcs rushed the village entrance where they were seated. And there were a bunch more behind them. Sam could sense them. It was a monster attack.

[hellishgayliath]

19, 20, and 26 for the soft ask game!

19. Most important thing in your life?

I suppose my relationship with my siblings, my older sister especially. Compared to the rest of my family, we were and are always close knit with each other. We get each other in ways that our parents don't really get(sometimes). I live with my sister and i don't get to see my lil bro anymore except when i visit my mom. He had a bit of a fight with my dad last time he visited, got disrespected over his identity (we're both not cis) and now never wants to come back here and it sucks cuz me and my sister miss him. We're like the 3 scrooges yknow?

20. What do you want most in the world right now?

When i first read this question i thought it was more along the lines of what i want the most in life in general (like my own apartment or something), but right now right now tho: Motivation(summer makes it a lot harder to upkeep) , motivation to draw, motivation to read a lot of my unfinished books without losing the attention span to keep going, and my cats, i miss em :'U

26. What movie would you want to live in?

I legit spent a long amount of time trying to figure this one out, I even asked my sister and we were just pondering on it cuz frankly I have no idea! It's hard deciding on a world that if im gonna be an inhabitant of said world, I wanted to go with one that didn't get me roped up in drama or whatever shit was happening in it. I'm not an adventure seeking person so I would want the most chill and least stress inducing place to be in.

Superhero movies definitely not, I'd just be a poor sap that ends up as collateral damage during whoever's fight under a thrown car or fallen debris (including tmnt, spider verse and the incredibles sorry). I didn't go for disney princess movies either cuz i really wouldn't want to live whichever time period it takes place in. I love pokemon but i don't think i would handle living in it. The only one i think that wouldn't be too bad is maybe lilo n stitch, even if it is straight up Hawaii plus lil alien . Lilo's fun and a weirdo like me so i think we'd get along.

Did i overthink this more than was needed, eehhhhh just a bit, but that's just how my brain works.

[dezzytheantonioguy]

About Myself

Hey. My name is Dezzy Antonio. You can call me Dez or Des, whichever one you prefer. My pronouns are He/They. I'm into (somewhat) multiple fandoms that are listed further down below. I'm also an Autistic Pansexual dude.

Friend Codes:

Now, keep in mind that I'm not going to accept your friend code right away. It's either because my friend list is full, I'm busy af, or I'm just not interested in adding you.

- (Nintendo Switch Friend Code: 3639-7678-5864)

- (Mario Kart Tour ID: ||Although, I rarely play that game, so don't be surprise if I don't add you in the next decade or two.|| 1813 5622 5824)

- (Wii U Nintendo Network ID: JustDanceDezzy16 ||Well, since the online service on the Wii U is shut down and replaced by Pretendo, why even bother adding this ID 🙃. Unless you don't have a modded Wii U.||)

- (Pretendo Network ID: DezzytheAntonio ||Unless you have Pretendo installed on your modded Wii U, add this one instead of the NNID one. You have to create a separate account to use Pretendo.||)

- (Ubisoft Username: DesmondMyle2018 ||This is for people who want to play Multi-player with me on JD 2023/2024 Edition.||)

Games/Fandoms that I (usually) play:

- Mii Games (Wii Sports, Tomodachi Life, Wii Party, Wii Party U, Wii Play, etc.)

- Mario Games (Mario Kart, Mario Party, Super Smash Bros., etc.)

- Just Dance (All Games)

- Sonic Games (Sonic Unleashed, Sonic Forces, Sonic Generations, etc.)

- Animal Crossing (Though, I mostly play New Horizon because it was a huge hit around the time. I think we all know why.)

- Splatoon (I only played the first Splatoon, though. Mainly because of my modded Wii U. I want to play 2 and 3, but I don't have enough money to get them. I'm broke AF.)

- FNAF (Although I'm not in the fandom, I still play the games.)

- FNF (Specically towards the Sonic.EXE mods.)

My other social medias:

- YouTube Channel: DezzytheMaker

- Instagram: justadanceboy

- Deviantart: DezzyAntonio (I've abandoned that hellsite recently.)

- Twitch: dezzyantonio

Interesting stuff about myself:

- I draw art from time to time. If you want to use my art, then fine, I don't care. But PLEASE GIVE ME CREDIT AND DON'T STEAL IT! I DON'T TOLORATE ART THEFT SHIT! Also, I do take requests, but if I do request, be patient with me, alright?

- Now, yes, most of the art I post on here is from other inspirations. However, I would never plagiarize or steal some else's work for my benefit.

- I'm a busy man outside of social media. So, I'd I don't respond to you right away, I'm either inactive, busy as hell, or am not in the mood to talk. So, don't spam the same crappy bullshit and flooding my DMs with nonsense.

- I am a lore fanatic. Hence, the majority of the Miis have inspirational headcanons from other video game lore (mainly from Just Dance, though).

- I am a Linkin Park fan boy. Yeah, I'm not ashamed to admit that.

- If you're that nosey/snoopy about what I posted in the past, keep in mind that I was very immature and a little cringe. What did you expect? I was a teenager who didn't know any better.

- I'll admit that I am a bit sensitive at times, especially when it comes to having dark topics that are traumatic to me. So, if I do or say something that upsets or makes you uncomfortable in any way, just let me know, and I extremely apologize for that.

- The first Nintendo console that I played was the Nintendo DSi. After that, I played the Nintendo Wii, and the first game I played on there was Wii Sports (Yeah, I know, a shocker, huh?)

- I got a Nintendo Switch on Christmas Eve in 2017.

- I got my first (personal) Wii U console on Christmas in 2019.

- As of today, I got a Wii/Wii U and a Nintendo Switch.

- As it was obvious enough, I do have a modded Wii U, and I use Aroma Environment. You can thank my Wii U not wanting to read my Wii Party U disc for some reason. It still can't read it to this day, and I'm still trying to figure out why. Whatever, I have a modded Wii U now. Yay!

- If you've been in the Mii community long enough, I'm sure most of you heard about "Mii Olympics." Let me just say that I'm the one that came up with the fanmade title. Key word: FANMADE. Meaning that it's fanon and not real. I do have a Wiki dedicated to them. Just search up "Mii Olympics Wiki," and it should be the first result you'll see. All characters relevant to that game belong to me.

- Speaking of the Mii Olympics Miis, I don't have a problem with you hating on my custom CPUs or whatever, but DON'T do any horrific shit towards them. That means doing anything sexual, gross, or any illegal content towards them.

Alright. And that's pretty much it. Hope you guys have a good rest of your day and... Here's my Mii, lol. (DON'T YOU FRICKING DARE SAY MY MII LOOKS LIKE BO-JIA!)

[kunikame]

helloo! i love ur work and was wondering if i could request your last leo work with izumi and natsume? thank u have a wonderful day/evening<3

hellaur hellaur! im so glad you liked it! ofc you can dear, please enjoy!

[ leo ver. ]

bandaids - s. natsume & s. izumi

he was reading one of his spell books when you stormed into the house in tears, which was surprising in itself.

naturally, he got up to follow after you and find out what had you at your wits end. hopefully nothing a little magic trick couldn't fix.

when you agreed to tell him he made you both a cup of hot chocolate (or tea, whichever you prefer) and sat you down in the living room, ready to listen to whatever troubles could have possibly dimmed your shine.

you told him about your day and how shitty it was and mans was flabbergasted

what do you mean your boss mistreats you??? he couldn't believe what you were saying. this random dude with a company was being sexist towards his s/o? by what right??

"now now, kitten. if it was so, you should've told me sooner. this is nothing the mighty sakasaki natsume can't possibly fix with a little di-"

"you can't make him disappear, sume."

"what do you mean i can't?"

good job, now he's the one grumbling.

"i still don't like you working there anymore. don't you want to look for a different job? you could manage switch, though i don't trust tsumugi near you either. he's not as bad as your boss of course, but he's... tsumugi. either way, if anything like this happens ever again, please let me know sooner. i want to be able to help you. however, my offer of managing switch still stands. if you ever decide to accept it, we'll welcome you with open arms."

izumi already knew how bad your work space was from when he visited you one time, he never told you to quit because of how happy you seemed when talking about your coworker and how you were happy your paycheck was big enough to help him with paying the bills so it didn't feel like you were using him for his riches.

which, by the way, nobody thought in the first place. izumi wouldn't mind paying everything himself, he would never use that against you. he had tons of cash he didn't even know what to do with, it would honestly be the least he can do.

anyway, he figured one day you'd also realize you need a better job, and he's prepared for when that day comes. when today you weren't replying to his messages, he thought maybe the day has finally come. oh how right he was. he just wishes it didn't involve you having a mental breakdown.

"it's alright dear. come, let's sit down and talk about it, alright? please don't cry."

with each word that came out of your mouth his anger increased. he knew it was bad, he just didn't think it was to this extent.

"hm. your boss and coworkers need someone to talk some sense into them. what? oh, quit looking at me like that. i won't do it myself of course, i have a reputation to uphold. doesn't mean i don't know people who will do it for me. now you're glaring at me, but if you had listened to me and applied for that other job i told you about, this could've been avoided. ow! i'm just saying!"

if glaring fails, simply elbow him. always works. he may sound condescending or whatever but i promise he means well. he just wants you to be happy.

".. shi .. you 'nt..."

"what?"

he sighed, "i said i can't offer you a job since we just got a new manager- leo's girlfriend or whatever- but arashi mentioned she needs a manager or something like that. the other agency i told you about have no offers anymore, but since it's arashi i'm sure she'd hire you in a heartbeat. if you want, that is."

he's a little hard around the edges but he loves you more than anyone, and you can bet on that.

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[rotshop]

help girl i just woke up and im already thinking abt mag s/o again. anyway please consider ;

[ tw body horror, some brief light gore and violence ]

[ note ; reader is SLIGHTLY described. the only thing mentioned is that they have a noticeable, identifying scar on their face

hank + mag s/o

-he knew you even before the boombox incident. he doesn't even really remember how you two first met, he just remembers that you started talking to him and then just kinda kept coming back. at first he wasn't the biggest fan of you since he was 'doing just fine on his own,' but...he admittedly was already really attached to you. they've never been much of a talker and that's especially noticeable to you at that point in time but ,,, they respond enough with signing, nodding / shaking their head, or the occasional speaking that you're able to carry some conversations pretty well.

-he doesn't really. have. a lot of people in his life. you're really his only real close friend, it's kinda hard for him to fully wrap his head around it so !! they chose not to, instead focusing more-so on whatever it was you were rambling to them about that day.

-not super sure of where to put this lmao but ummm ehe . he's actually surprisingly touchy with you????? like. you've hung out at his house a few times and he just like. you'll start out sitting next to each other and you'll end up either laying with your head on their chest or vice versa . its . a little funny . you tease him about it a little and he just flicks your shoulder. also traces your scar a lot if you'll let them, they're not entirely sure why they do it, they just . like asking you about it occasionally.

-also you have scary dog privileges. they might look like any other grunt at that point but they're still tall as fuck and idk man !! something abt getting a blank stare from someone who towers over u would probably make u shut up and mind ur own damn business.

-again, he's not super good at fully recognizing / acknowledging certain thoughts and feelings of his but . yknow. he can definitely tell he at least worries about you a lot more than he would some other grunt he just met. he can definitely tell there's a reason he doesn't mind you touching him, whether by grabbing his hand to go show him something or just placing a hand on his shoulder or arm (most likely arm, again. hes tall. ). they can definitely tell there's a reason that they find themself genuinely enjoying your interactions.

-after the park thing you don't see them for a long time. everytime you try and call him the lines dead, everytime you try and ask others about him you just get choice words, all in all you're pretty much lost on the entire thing. sure, you know what happened but . it just never sits right with you. it doesn't help whenever people ask questions about them or give you wary looks because of your association, half steps back when you take one forward.

-anyway. yeah nevada goes to shit and you get magnified for the aahw. by now you just. don't really talk about hank. surprisingly, you have a little more of your old memories than the average mag !! congrats. problem is they're all foggy enough that you only really distantly decipher them. lmao. you aren't super high on the ladder but you're a pretty tough mag to beat. you're well known enough that other mags tend to hang around you when there's not much else going on. v2 mags especially think it's fun to mess around with you by jumping on your back or otherwise clinging onto you . idk man u've got like . a little family here .

-at one point or another there's an outing youre on that ends up going wrong. you get split up from the rest of your unit and are forced to hide out in some old abandoned building while you wait for backup. you're a little too injured to try and walk all the way back, a heavy gash on your side preventing you from doing too much in the moment. when you hear heavy steps on concrete you're able to give some sort of noise of relief, turning your head to look over your shoulder at whichever agent in your group had finally found you-

-you're instead met with red goggles and the end of a gun.

-any kind of relief is snatched away, you know damn well who it is by just the bit you can see in the dark alone. even standing in the shade between two windows (one of which you were sitting by, probably how they seen you in the first place- if that's the case though, it's a little weird they hadn't just shot at you through it.) you knew it was him. you're already stumblingly forcing yourself up to as much of your full height as you can manage, taking some kind of defensive position even as one of your hands ghosts over your gash. the throbbing pain of it and the feeling of blood sticking and running down your skin is enough that you can't seem to focus on the fact that he won't stop staring at your face.

-it doesn't take long before your legs seem to fail you, forcing you forward a bit as you kneel in some sort of attempt to keep upright. you're too busy hissing under your breath and screwing your eyes shut in pain as your hand covers your side to notice your company stepping forwards. you're snapped back to attention when there's a hand on your face, fingertips digging into your skin as they yank your head down a little further. you know you should be grabbing him, that you should be digging your claws into his torso and ripping him clean in half, throwing whatevers left aside and leaving. you know thats what you were told to do, what you were told they deserved anyway. yet, you aren't. instead, you're just giving some warning growl as you stare at them. you notice how the end of the gun is pointed away from you, how their touch seems to outline the mark on your face.

-"If you try and hurt me, I'll kill you." That's the only real heads up you get before he's crouching down and shoving your hand out of the way, grabbing something from his pocket to get to work on you. you don't fail to notice how little attention they're paying to you (aside from the focus on your wound, of course), that you could just rush forward and slam them into the ground if you really wanted.

-ok im skippin g ahead bc this is already way too goddamn long for hcs DEJWJCS

-anyway. it's a complicated relationship for a while. the others tend to avoid you a little but he just keeps showing up around you. they keep staring at you and just hanging around in your general area. it's not that much of an irritant if you ignore all the weird emotions and thoughts it keeps bringing to the forefront of your mind, forcing you to once again try and meddle with your memories.

-eventually he just starts walking over to you and sitting down next to you. sometimes he doesn't say anything at all, just sitting there and seeming to wait for one thing another- he never seems to find whatever that is, as he always gets up and leaves without a word at some point or another. then they start talking, its just little things at first, point-blank statements you can't say much on. sometimes they're just saying they and the other three will be gone for a bit othertimes it's some half-demand to let them look at the stitches they did on you (semi-related, he's not good at them. the stitches are pretty rough. at one point or another sanford has to redo them properly lmao)

-but then there's one particular night. they do the normal thing, come over, sit down next to you, not say a word. this time though you note how they're facing you. instead of some reminder or a demand for anything, he's pulling his ask down and asking a simple question. 'What do you remember?'

-it's a long conversation. he's talking more than he normally would by a long shot, occasionally stopping whenever his words seem to especially fail him and get stuck in his throat. you don't even really remember moving around, or even him pulling you in any way, you just know you somehow end up laying next to him with your head on his chest.

-whenever the memories do seem to click into place, it's hard. you have a lot of choice words for them yourself, months of being left alone without a word bubbling up with a vengeance, they listen to them. while some mags (such as yourself) do have the ability to speak, the san and dei don't think they've ever heard one with that much emotion in their voice. they've especially never seen a mag just break down like you do, they're both tensing up a little from their far away spot when hank's walking closer to you. instead of you lashing out or swiping at him though, you just sit there while he wraps his arms around you (as best as he can at least, it's a little difficult but he's able to get them around your neck and reach his other hand behind you well enough). you're eventually doing the same to him, though it's more so just your hands resting on their back.

-it takes a good while for proper trust to be rebuilt along with an honest, proper explanation from hank that only you're privy to. eventually though, there's enough trust that you're able to hang around him again without narrowly avoiding an argument or anything. they don't like being super affectionate or 'vulnerable' in front of the other two, so most times they prefer being in your or their room. also they're still touchy lmao, doesn't help that you're mag sized now and so they just want to hold you . its hard to explain, he's never been super affected by others heights and even when he is it's usually a negative thing for him but . for some reason . he just likes being shorter / smaller than you lol ,,,,,,,, hope you like holding them a lot bc that's what you're gonna be doing

-holy shit these are long so . i think .i am going to stop here.

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

I like your Stede being bad at sex head canon the best.

trying to figure out the timeline and im pretty sure u sent the ask after this reblog, so before @wearfinethingsalltoowell and i started bouncing dialogue that was incredibly mean to stede back and forth

anyway THANKS lmao but idk which headcanon specifically u were talking abt bc i think i mentioned a few possibilities. tbh i don’t actually have a set headcanon for if i think stede (or ed) is good or bad at sex?? i like whichever version a fic wants to give me as long as it's written well. stede is an enigma of contradictions and this is one of the many areas where it could honestly go either way! maybe stede is secretly a sex wizard with loads of molly house experience. maybe stede is gonna power through with all the ill-deserved self-confidence he had in the republic of pirates. maybe stede knows nothing about gay sex but one evening he’s just gonna sit down and study ed's body from head to toe and learn how ed responds to his touch with extremely thorough trial-and-error and they'll both end up discovering new things about what ed likes. who knows!

the only thing i AM sure of when it comes to the blackbonnet sex life is that it just gets better and better because ~communication~ babeyyyy. being "good at sex" is kind of a myth bc what works for some people wont always work for others, yknow? obviously having more experience gives you a better idea of what to do, which makes u more confident and less awkward (which is kind of necessary in order for sex to get better) but for basically any couple there's gonna be a learning curve where both parties need to tell each other about what they like or dislike and what's working or not working

so how ed and stede's first time(s) go(es) rlly just depends on if they start fucking like, right when stede gets back and they haven't talked yet, or if they take it really slow and learn how to communicate before they start having sex. altho communicating abt feelings and communicating abt sex can be two different types of scary so i guess i CAN see a version where one or both of them is biting their tongue abt some aspect of their sex life they’re unhappy with. they get over that fear eventually tho and then they have life-affirming sex for the rest of their lives

[starconsumer444]

Just found you and already smitten with your dark content. Could you maybe write either Kuroo/Suna/Tendou/Bokuto (whichever u choose) brother or stepbrother catching sister/stepsister trying to masturbate but not knowing how so they edge her relentlessly until she agrees to let him have sex with her because he's tricked her thats the only way she can really cum the first-time? Finishing with a nice cream pie?

Older Brother!Suna (18+)

A/N:Thank you thank youuu~ I’m sorry I didn’t go with the “relentless” edging, I just did it one time because it was getting long and I have a sick and twisted sadomasochistic habit of writing from the late hours of the night until the early hours of the morning and getting dead tired half way through. I’m not sure if that was all that great in comparison to my other works, but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

(CW/TW: Incest, Virginity [Suna makes it hurt too, but there is an orgasm <3], Coercion, Dubcon, Edging??? Or just flat-out orgasm denial...,Age gap??? [Reader is 18, Suna is 25] Fingering, Creampie, Absolutely Clueless reader..., Masturbation, Suna is an asshole in this one, Deception, Manipulation and PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED SOMETHING!!!!)

Unfortunately for you, university wasn't all that it was talked up to be in terms of sex and anything else really. You went into your first year thinking you were gonna lose your virginity, make new friends, go to frat parties, and just have all-around wild experiences. Suna, when he was in school, would always come back with cool stories to tell you, and had a new girlfriend every break he got. To have cool experiences like your big brother was the only reason you wanted to go, but unfortunately for you, it was none of that. Maybe it’s because you’re not an athlete like him, but it was studies, a newfound coffee addiction, and a roommate that never seemed to go anywhere. All that on top of your dead social life, absolutely miserable..

When Suna came to pick you up from the airport so you two could spend the holidays with your parents (a tradition no matter how old either of you get), you told him all about it. Sure, you didn’t grow up particularly close with him being seven years older and all, but he was still your older brother and no topic seemed to be off limits with him, so it was nice. He wasn’t the most doting older sibling and definitely not the most talkative either, but he was good for listening. Really, listening was his strong suit.

You told him about your lackluster social life and your mountains of schoolwork, but, even knowing he wouldn’t mind, you didn’t tell him about the sex stuff. Why would you? He’s your older brother. He shouldn’t know things like that about you.

Needless to say, you go home for winter break a sexually frustrated virgin. Maybe, if you had tried a little harder with the people at school it wouldn’t have come to this?

The house had been dead silent when you decided to, for the first time, attempt to masturbate. You were sure no one was home, not your mom, not your dad, and not your older brother, Suna. Still, you could’ve at least checked before you completely stripped your lower half.

It wasn’t going well, you had two fingers inside yourself and you didn’t feel anything. You felt like a doctor doing a self-probe at best. It just felt... wrong? But this is how the girls in porn do it, right? There’s no way you’re getting this wrong. You’re doing exactly what you see; moving your fingers in and out, even curling them a bit… What could you possibly be doing wrong?

Suna watches you silently from your slightly cracked door.

Pitiful, he thinks.

He was just coming by to ask if you wanted anything from the store because he was headed out. He didn’t expect to see his little sister struggling with her fingers in her cunt. He can postpone that walk to the corner-store to bond with his little sister.

He doesn’t even bother knocking to spare you the humiliation, just pushes the door open and lets himself right in.

You notice him immediately and let out a loud scream, closing your legs and trying to hide yourself by turning away from him. You want to disintegrate. Your body is burning up with embarrassment.

What does he want? Why now?

You feel his weight make your childhood bed dip and you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. One of his calloused hands caresses your thigh and you don’t move away from it the way you know you’re supposed to. You’re frozen.

What is he doing?

“Suna, get out!” You turn to look at him and grab his wrist to stop him in his tracks. Can’t he take a hint? “What are you-”

“You’re not doing it right.” He pipes up. In the back of his mind he knows this is wrong. He shouldn’t be doing this with his baby sister.

“Huh?” You’re clearly lost.

“I’ve done this before, let me help you.”

It takes nothing for him to separate your legs and settle himself in between them.

“You’re still a virgin?” His fingers slide gently up and down the wetness between your folds and it draws a sharp whimper and a harsh nod from you.

Suna is twenty-five and has enough sense about himself to know this is wrong. He’s not going to try to rationalize it. He’s just taking a golden opportunity even if that opportunity is his little sister. He has a knack for corrupting innocent girls like you; it’s fun for him even if it’s sick and perverted.

The dirty feeling you get having your brother touching and eyeing your most intimate parts is intense. You want him to keep going, but you know you should tell him to stop.

“Suna, this isn't okay.”

He shushes you but nods his head.

“I’m just helping you.” He says matter-of-factly. “It’s not like you can make yourself cum. Let your big brother help you, okay?” He insists and pushes two fingers inside your hole.

You scoot back out of shock and let out a surprised yelp, “O-okay,”

If he hears the nerves in your voice, he doesn’t do anything to acknowledge it. All he does is scoot closer and offer a gentle smile, the same brotherly one he gave you when he left for college and you cried wanting him to stay. That smile.

It feels so different when he fingers you. He’s not being as rough as you were and he’s definitely more practiced; you’re sure there’s tons of girls he’s done this too. It feels good, especially with him rubbing pleasant circles into your clit. You shouldn’t like this as much as you do.

“Feel better?”

“Mhm,”

He starts to speed up, and you clap your hand over your mouth to stop the moans from being too loud in case you two weren’t the only ones home. His fingers are like magic and you don’t know how to react.

With the stimulation to your clit and his fingers inside you, above cloud nine is where you are. You’ve never felt like this, and there’s a tinge of guilt about it being with your brother but this is too good.

As cute as you look with your heaving chest and your eye’s starting to unfocus, he knows he’s not done with you. When he feels you start to spasm around his fingers he pulls them out, because this may be his only chance to use you, his little sister.

He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean like the perv he knows he is. It leaves you staring with your mouth hanging open, clearly searching for the words.

“What?” He asks, feigned puzzledness all over his expression. “You taste good.” He chuckles inwardly, you cringe internally. That’s not what you were going to ask, though.

“No…” You can’t look at him, so you look down and play with the sheets on your bed.

“Come on, what is it?”

“I think I was going to cum… and you-”

“That’s dumb, you can’t cum from being fingered.” There’s a seriousness in his tone, you take it as fact; he knows he’s lying.

“But the girls in porn-”

“It’s porn, it’s not realistic.”

You’ve heard that before. You guess it’s true, especially if Suna says it. It must be.

Thank god for shitty sex ed, he muses internally because without it, this wouldn’t be possible.

“Do you wanna cum?” He asks curiously.

All you offer in response is a meek nod. You’re not actually certain on going through with your brother making you cum, but if it’s anything like the way he made you feel just now… maybe, it’s not so bad.

He tells you to lay down, and you do so without hesitation. With your legs splayed open over his thighs, it feels grosser knowing your brother has an even clearer view of you. You wish you had the self control to just say no and end this.

He pulls his sweats and underwear down; if your heartbeat wasn’t going crazy before it definitely is now. His dick is thick and long. He’s rock hard, his tip is pinker than the rest of it, and there’s clear stuff leaking out. It looks like it’s going to hurt, even looks like it’s hurting him right now.

“Suna, wait is this-” You don’t know how to finish. “I’m a virgin.”

“I know, you told me already.” He’s not really paying attention to you. He spits on his hand and rubs it all up and down his length. It’ll hardly help more than the fingering, but it’s a kindness he’s willing to give his little sister. “Just… relax. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He says as he leans over you, guiding his length to your entrance.

Immediately you clench and shut him out.

“I-I’m sorry I just-”

“It’s fine, just relax like I said.”

You do, and he starts to push in. It burns. Stings? Something like a mix of those two.

Even if there was lube for you to use, Suna wouldn’t have offered. He likes the way his baby sisters' face contorts  in pain and confusion. You look cute losing your virginity to your big brother.

“AH-” It’s a sharp, pained exclamation coming from you as your hand pushes at his chest. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders now and he’s impaling you slowly inch by agonizing inch. You can feel him stretch you, but you don’t want him to stop, you’ve waited so long for this.

One of his hands rests on your lower stomach and you beg him to do anything to make you feel better when he’s all the way in. He rubs at your clit and leans over to kiss you like you’re his girlfriend.

Without warning he starts to move. It’s nothing but shallow and slow thrusts that have you feeling every inch of him. If it’ll make you cum, you can handle it. All you want is to cum. Combined with his fingers working on your clit, you’re sure you will, right?

Your moans are soft, even if it doesn’t feel that great. The girls in porn moan all the time, it’s the right thing to do.

When he feels like he’s been kind enough, he starts to move faster. You start to get used to it and your legs start to shake from the combined stimulation and strain from being bent at such an angle.

It’s like magic. Your orgasm washes over you,your eyes roll into the back of your head, your body shakes and your back arches off your soiled sheets.

Shock is plastered on Sunas typically inexpressive face. He didn’t expect you to actually...

His little sister is so sensitive. Most girls wouldn’t climax like that their first time. There’s an unspoken sense of pride in this for him. Still, he’s not stopping until he cums too.

You’re whining and squirming up under him, pushing at his hips and moving his hand away from your clit like him continuing is killing you after you’ve worked through your first orgasm. He assures you that’s how it’s supposed to feel and you’re supposed to wait until he cums too.

Once more, you’re laying there in discomfort and he’s getting off to it. Suna knows he’s wrong for it but he just can’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s so close. He especially doesn’t care when he sees your horrified expression as you feel him paint your walls with his warm cum. He’ll make sure you don’t get pregnant later, but for right now he wants to savor this moment.

[ivyaugustetc]

the dead poets at hogwarts: a headcanon from hell

@aedan-mills @charlie-dalton-simp @pretentious-strikes YOU ENCOURAGED THIS BEHAVIOR SO YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES. also i love you a lot but THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.

also @aedan-mills i found out that some of the wand stuff is related to their birthdays and i am much too lazy to look all that up and figure it all out, but anyone else is welcome to lmao. sorry to disappoint but alas it's summer and i don't want to research that much. but other than that, please listen to me flex my extensive knowledge on harry potter :)

neil (half blood): i'm sorry,,,, can you say gryffindor? this boy would get up there and in a second the sorting hat would have him all figured out: big dreams with the will to pursue them, but not ambitious enough to step over others to achieve said dreams? sounds like a gryffindor to me. i just know he'd thrive at hogwarts, probably going on to play quidditch (def a chaser) and would excel in charms class. as far as pets go, i feel like he'd stay simple and classy with a chill barn owl he'd name after a famous broadway actor. he would kind of be a mix of james and remus, in which he's wild and crazy but still manages to get good grades. the teachers love him simply because they don't know much about him outside of class. he would absolutely LOVE going to hogsmeade and going batshit crazy at zonko's and honeydukes. he'd have a whole phase where he gets addicted to licorice wands and everyone else thinks they're disgusting but he simply cannot buy enough of them. he'd play a bunch of zonko tricks on the rest of the poets, saving the most harsh for charlie and the most wholesome for todd <3

todd (muggle born): ugh see i can see him being both a hufflepuff and a ravenclaw, but my heart says hufflepuff so i'm gonna go with that. he would absolutely HATE the sorting ceremony with a burning passion. getting up in front of everybody only to have a hat judge u??? no thanks. HAHAHA CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM ON A BROOM. i can't either because he would simply never get on one, probably referring to them as "flying death traps" more often than not. "hey todd, you think about joining quidditch?" "no thanks, i'd rather keep my limbs intact ;)". but he would love muggle studies a lot, even if the teacher was boring as hell. snape would scare the hell out of him for sure, resulting in his lowest class being potions. he would excel in classes that are more learning out of the book rather than in practice. for a pet, he'd want something that could not possibly turn on him and would just be sweet and loving, so ima give him a toad :) he'd name it something fancy and british, like nigel or sumn. and because of nigel, he'd love chocolate frogs because hey they're twins!!

fanon knox (pure blood): hogwarts fuck boy. okay well maybe not f boy but like...his favorite part is the fact that this is a co-ed school rather than an all-boys school so he can spy on both genders equally yknow. hmm i get hufflepuff vibes from him because he's a big romantic, sucker for cute relationships, etc. he would enjoy whichever class his current crush is in, although I feel like he'd do well with classes that involved spells and wand work mostly lmao. he'd want a really fucking cute pet, so i'd give him a kneazle (it's like a cat but a bit more lion like). he'd give it a strong sounding name, something german idk. but he'd love the shit out of that kneazle, i can tell you that much. i feel like he'd try out for quidditch his first few years, not make it on, and then make it on to the team around fourth year and somehow end up team captain in seventh (and that proves kids, that you too can have a redemption arc in sports). as far as candy goes, ima say he likes the super sour candy like acid pops n shit. like i feel like the others would dare him to each as much sour candy as he can and then he wouldn't be able to taste for a week. but he'd think it was worth it :)

cameron (muggle born): good god this boy just wants to learn. magic just fascinates him, what with growing up in a big muggle family (bestie he is the weasleys if they were all type a). he's a ravenclaw, no questions asked. he would love classes involving preciseness and attention, things like potions and transfiguration. i feel like he'd have a cute, stable relationship along the way ofc because he deserves so much love and happiness and UGH he's a baby. he'd stick with a lil ginger cat, naming it after one of the famous wizards he's read about. he would love spending christmas at the school and going places when the ground are nearly empty, enjoying the scenery. for candy, he'd go plain and simple with chocolate frogs. can't go wrong with those. he'd still have fun with his friends, but he'd skip a lot of parties for some studying (don't judge, i do it too lmao). would not play quidditch but would enjoy it, end of story.

charlie (pure blood): slytherin. don't dispute it. think the weasley twins but even more flirtatious. he would be a regular at every single party that happened, flirting with the guys and gals shamelessly and drinking butterbeer like it was water. look me in the eye and tell me he would not absolutely fucking HATE GILDEROY LOCKHART WITH EVER FIBER OF HIS BEING. he'd do spot-on impersonations of him though. teacher's worst enemy. like when he walks into class on the first day, every teacher collectively mutters "bloody hell not this kid again". asks the most incredibly stupid questions ("okay but is there a spell to turn my eyebrows green? just the eyebrows though, not my hair"). he would be the most aggressive beater on the slytherin team, though he would never deliberately try to hit someone, just distract the shit out of them ("put the fear of god in them and fate will do the rest"). he'd want a loud, aggressive pet but he'd probably end up with a mean cat that hisses at everyone. he'd give it the most adorable name that just. does not fit the personality. something like priscilla. for candy, he'd take his chance with bertie botts' every flavour beans and just roll with the punches. he's chaotic like that.

pitts (half blood): ASTRONOMY IS HIS JAM. he fucking loves that class. he tutors the entire ravenclaw house in that class. he's the guy that little first years who are terrified of the class go to when they're completely lost and don't understand what's going on. besides that, i feel like he'd just be everyone's cool older brother yknow? like he'd be in charge of helping all the first years figure out where stuff is and giving them advice to help them and stuff. he would be a die-hard quidditch fan although he would not play the sport (maybe recreationally on the weekends and holidays and stuff, but the fact that it's so fucking dangerous just does not appeal to him). he'd like the candy that does tricks and stuff, like fizzing whizbees and stuff. he gives me charlie weasley vibes, where he's hardcore in certain areas (in his case, astronomy) and just flipping chill in anything else. cool older brother vibes, man. it fits.

meeks (half blood): i've said it once and i'll say it again: nonproblematic ginger dumbledore. also a hufflepuff <3 this dude just wants to fucking coast along, getting good grades and not participating in the dumb shit that could probably get him killed (even though he would in a heartbeat if his friends were in danger. duh). he'd be a teacher's favorite, probably having conversations with his favorite teachers during free time. okay ik this isn't technically at school, but i swear to god he would be dumbledore one day. like he would be the chill ass headmaster who gets shit done while also being very la di da life is nice flowers are pretty type of person. that being said, his favorite candy is and has been lemon drops ever since dumbledore got him addicted to them. his favorite classes would be potions (he'd surprisingly get along well with snape) and he'd just be great and mixing shit right and just knowing how much of stuff to add in ("how much powdered root do i add?" "about three and a half shakes." "that's not a measurement, meeks." "*shrug* it works"). he'd stick with his small friend group and love them to death, but he'd be a friend to all really. he'll help anyone that comes to him asking for help with homework (and though he won't admit it, he gets super prideful when it's someone a few years ahead of him).

stick (muggle born): harry potter if harry potter could've been more harry potter. like he would just be a part of everything and end up being part of some prophecy that demands he'd save the world and at first he'd be like HEY i'm just a small boy but then he'd grit his teeth and finesse the shit out of this preventing the end of days stuff. he'd definitely be a gryffindor, and fucking proud of it. he'd be the seeker on the quidditch team because he is so short and small and yeah he'd fucking kill it there. he'd kind of be the shy one no one expected much from, but once he starts absolutely wrecking the shit out of the other houses' quidditch teams, he'd become sorta popular? like people would invite him to parties and stuff and he's too nice to say no, but he'd mostly just hang around the outskirts, saying hi to the other poets if he saw them and mostly talking to chris and ginny (danburry, not weasley). he'd like defense against the dark arts and minerva mcgongiall would become his literal mother i can't explain it. he'd have an owl as a pet and treat it like it was his own child, telling it thank you every time it brought his mail or took his mail. as for candy, he'd like drooble's bubble gum because the bubbles are all magic and shit and i just feel like that would make him so happy <3

chris (pure blood): the older sister lesbian <3 she'd be a sweet hufflepuff who would be friends with everyone while also being the greatest socialite the school has ever seen. you know that party that practically the entire school attended and talked about for months on end? she planned that shit. she'd be like pitts in the respect that she'd help all the first years find their way in the school and in life in general. she's just such a warm and kind person that everyone would love her. she's have a little pink pygmy puff to match ginny's purple one, and she'd give it such a perfect, human name like lila or something. she'd be great at muggle studies and all the teachers would love her. also every one is so invested in her relationship with ginny it's adorable. he favorite candy is acid pops even though they make her eyes water like crazy. she'd make pretty good grades, every once in a while getting one slightly lower than she'd expected, but she always manages to bring them up to her satisfactory level :) she would not play quidditch, but she would go all out to support ginny, even though they're in different houses. that's what i call love, baby.

ginny (half blood): the mom lesbian <3 she's a ravenclaw and also one of the sweetest people in the whole school. while chris helps other with the social aspect, ginny will help anyone in any subject they need help with (she and meeks are a help duo on this). she's quieter and less social than chris, but she's one of the best chasers the ravenclaw quidditch team has ever seen. she'd end up team captain by fifth of sixth year. she'd be like oliver wood in that she is sO invested in the team's success that at sometimes she'll go a bit crazy, but chris is always there to help her put things back into perspective <3. she'd make stellar grades of course, being good friends with all of her teachers. her favorite candy would be the sweetest things like fairy floss. as previously stated, she'd have a purple pygmy puff to match chris's pink one, and she'd also give it an adorable human name like lisa or something. ginny's just sweet to everyone, especially neil and his friends.

I DID IT. IT TOOK FOREVER AND A FEW HAIL MARYS BUT I DID IT. enjoy besties <3 love u all

[blu-joons]

DATING SEVENTEEN A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kwon Soonyoung

A ⇴ AFFECTION 

Soonyoung is always incredibly soft with any affection that he gives you, he loves to have his arms around you, whether it’s your waist, neck, or shoulders, he’ll take whatever he can get when it comes to being close to you.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING 

You were instantly drawn the charming smile he had when the two of you first went to the same coffee store. He caught your eye in the queue, and you could only manage a smile back at him before the waitress called you forwards and took your order, aware that Soonyoung’s eyes were firmly watching you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION 

The two of you coincidentally kept bumping into each other at the store most mornings, almost as if it was fate. You never said a word to each other until one time you went to give your order only to be told it was already sorted. Soonyoung had learnt your order off by heart and paid for your coffee when he saw you walking into the store on the promise that you’d let him take you out for dinner whenever you had the time.

D ⇴ DATES 

You’re both fond of adventuring on your dates and exploring plenty of new places. Soonyoung will drive you around for hours to find hotspots for dates and quiet places. Sometimes just driving around is enough for the two of you, especially at night. You’ll stop by a drive-thru and order yourselves from food, turn the speakers up high in the car and just go in whichever direction you decide, making the most of the peace and quiet from it all and also the time that you get to spend with each other and just be able to talk.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE 

Soonyoung had zero dating experience before he met you, and so he relied on those around him to give him a lot of tips when it first came to impressing you. You could tell that he was nervous when your relationship first began, he often mumbled apologies out of fear that he was doing something wrong or had perhaps missed a trick. It took a lot of reassurance from you to allow him to settle and trust that what he was doing was alright, but as he learned more about dating, he definitely began to settle in your relationship more too.

F ⇴ FIGHTING 

If there’s ever something that has upset you or angered you, Soonyoung is always very understanding and willing to help to make a change. He’s not someone who gets upset if you find yourself wanting to argue, he’s the first to admit that he’s not perfect, and if he can do something to make your life easier, then he’ll definitely do it. Similarly, with you, if something frustrates him about you, he’ll understand that the two of you are different people and at sometimes differences can appear, it’s just about working through it and moving forwards. It takes a lot to argue with him, or at least try and create a disagreement between you both.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY 

Finding the time in Soonyoung’s busy schedule is hard to be able to meet his family, but whenever he has the chance, he’ll take you to visit his family. They’ve heard enough about you from Soonyoung to know that they’ll love you but meeting you in person far exceeds all of their expectations for the person that you are.

H ⇴ HOME 

He often spends more time at the studio then his home anyway, so Soonyoung won’t be too fussed wherever he settles. If it’s easier for him to head back to the dorm at night, then he will, or if yours is better, he’ll arrive there. Soonyoung is in no rush to find a place together, which you’re understanding of when he’s so busy.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU” 

When he came home from tour and reunited with you, Soonyoung couldn’t help but tell you that he loved you. He never imagined that he’d struggle as much as he did with not being able to see you, but as he thought about it, the emotions that he felt of not being able to be around you added up to one answer, that he loved you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY 

Soonyoung is someone who is full of confidence, so he’ll pit himself against any other guy quite happily and know that you’d pick him, therefore he doesn’t tend to get jealous too often. He also appreciates that you have other people in your life who aren’t him, and so if you want to spend your time with someone else, then he’ll understand that and won’t allow himself to get jealous. Although he can’t hide the fact that he’ll be relieved when you get home to him, and answer all of his questions about how your day was.

K ⇴ KIDS 

The two of you talked about your future from time to time, finding it important to see if you were on the same trajectories. Soonyoung loved to tell you all about how he hoped to be able to teach his children dancing in the future, having kids was a huge deal to him, but having children that would hopefully follow in his footsteps was a thought that made him very happy, and very excited for a future with you too.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER 

There is never a bad day whenever you’re in Soonyoung’s company, he’s one of the main members who can help to create a light and happy atmosphere. He also hates whenever you’ve had a bad day and come home sad, he always works hard to pick up anyone when they’re feeling down, but especially you. He’ll work tirelessly to try and make you smile again, no matter how long it takes or how down you’re feeling. He cares a lot about making sure that you live a happy life with him, and will put all his efforts into making you laugh, cracking joke after joke and forever making cheeky remarks that will make you grin.

M ⇴ MISSING 

The true sign that the other members need to know that Soonyoung is missing you is when his own mood drops, and he becomes quiet. He’s always the one to pick the others up, so they’ll be the first ones there to pick him up whenever he needs it too. He’ll force a smile onto his face whenever he calls you, because he knows that you miss him. and he doesn’t want to make things worse for you. Not having him around to brighten the mood will be hard on all of the boys, they rely on him too, so they’ll try desperately to pick him up, not just for his own sake, but for keeping the moral of the rest of the group high as well.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You often end up calling Soonyoung, ‘energiser,’ because he just never stops. If he’s not dancing or singing, he’s talking or running around the place looking after you, he never seems to take a moment to breathe.  

O ⇴ OBSESSION 

He’s obsessed with your smile and making sure that you’re happy. Just the thought of you being down is heart breaking for him, so he’ll do whatever he can to make you smile.

P ⇴ PDA 

Soonyoung is confident in your relationship, so he definitely doesn’t mind about being affectionate with you in public. Whilst he doesn’t do anything to draw attention to the two of you, the way he holds you in public sends a clear message to those watching you both that he’s in love with you and a very happy guy too.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS 

Whenever he comes up with a new routine or sequence, Soonyoung will often ask you about it and see what you think. Your opinion means a lot to him, and so any steps that get approval from you instantly go towards the group too.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS 

His phone album is full of random photos of you that he’s taken over the years. Quite a few of them are unflattering and taken from the worst angles, but those ones are also Soonyoung’s favourites because even though you’re at your worst, he still loves the way you look. Every single photo goes a long way to helping him when he’s on tour and picking his mood up whenever he’s missing you, bringing a smile back to his face.

S ⇴ SEX 

Soonyoung has a lot of energy when it comes to getting intimate with you, he never tires, and never complains either. He’s always very physical around you, he loves to keep you nice and close and guide you into positions that he loves to get you in. There’s never too much distance between the two of you, and if you start to tire, then Soonyoung will encourage you to relax and let him do all the work to make you feel good.

T ⇴ TEXTS 

If he’s not able to see you throughout the day, then he’ll often send you videos of the things that he’s getting up to so you can still feel as if you’re there with him and take note of the places he’s visits for your future date nights too.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE 

Your support is by far the thing that means the most to Soonyoung, knowing that he has someone who is permanently backing him and pushing him to achieve his dreams is the boost he needs to make sure that he keeps going.

V ⇴ VACATION 

Going on holiday is a treat for you both regardless of where you are in the world. The two of you will often decide on a place, and if you can’t, you’ll take a globe and drop a pin in it, wherever it lands, the two of you go. As long as you’re adventuring then you’re both happy no matter where you are in the world.

W ⇴ WHINING 

Soonyoung tends to lean towards liking your attention, and whilst he can deal without it for a while, if you leave it too long, he’ll let you know about it.

X ⇴ XXXXX 

Kisses from Soonyoung are always soft and sweet, whenever he has you in his hold it becomes an instinct for him to press a kiss against your cheek or against the side of your head. For him, your kisses are another form of support, almost as if you’re sealing your approval that he’s doing well and reminding him that you’re right there with him. They’re incredibly comforting and reassuring for him to know that you’re there.

Y ⇴ YOU 

You’re his number one fan, always his cheerleader on the side-lines supporting him.

Z ⇴ ZZZ 

He loves to be close to you at night, it’s comforting for him to be able to feel the quiet sounds of your breath and the feeling of you wriggling beside him as you try to get comfortable, settling eventually in his arms.

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Masterlist

[weebswrites]

The Demon Brothers: Behind Closed Doors

I’ve fallen back into Obey Me recently and was talking to my friend about how Asmo and Luci probably act when no one else is around and I wanted to write it lol

Lucifer

• simp alert ??

• he cuddles you a lot, wrapping you tightly in his arms and sniffs your hair

• is always the first to notice when you run out of shampoo / conditioner and have to switch (he orders a ridiculous amount of it so your hair goes back to the smell he’s used to) 

• If he can’t be holding your body then he’s at least holding your hand, or has a hand on your thigh somewhere

• can read you like a book, so whenever you’ve had a bad day he scoops you up and carries you to a warm bath

• he either sits in it with you or gives you space, whichever you prefer

• he’s had plenty of sexual partners over the millennium, but you’re the first person he’s let into his heart and see the deeper side of him

• is actively talking to Diavolo about letting you permanently move to the Devildom, if you want to stay, that is

Mammon

• tries to make moves on you all the damn time, but stops once you shut him down

• the fact that you’re genuinely in love with him for more than his looks (/ occasional money) baffles him, so he lets his sense of humor shine through

• loves making you laugh more than anything else in the world (even gambling !)

• his eyes are filled with genuine love when he looks at you, which often leads to you kissing him

• which may or may not get more heated, because it’s Mammon after all and he’s a damn good kisser

• you never sleep alone again bc he loves spooning you as you fall asleep

Leviathan

• f l u s t e r e d

• he’s more surprised that you’re into his looks than anything else, so when you climb on top of him that first night and press your body against him...

• before you know it Lucifer is knocking on the door because breakfast was an hour ago and neither of you were there, but it sure sounded like you were awake

• he’s an otaku, man has more toys than you can believe, and you’ll be damned if you don’t try them all

• but then once you’re done and you’re laying with your head against his chest he is soft, whispering how much you mean to him and how he’s going to treasure every second he has with you

• oh also when you casually repeat something about one of his games that he told you about earlier, his eyes are filled with such genuine and pure love for you, you swear your heart melts

Satan

• actually puts down his books to talk to you

• he confides in you, and you in him. you two can tell each other anything

• talks a lot about his thoughts, and you love getting to know his inner self

• when you aren’t uh going at it, you often hold hands. it’s a small gesture but allows you to feel connected when you’re working on things

• when he’s engrossed in reading, you often put your head on his shoulder and watch him read, sometimes stealing one of his hands to hold

• you run into him in the halls at school a lot, which turns into both of your favorite parts of the day

• people usually don’t talk to him much, because he’s Satan, but when people see the human running to him and wrapping him in a tight hug, a big smile and blush overcoming his face, his reputation changes

Asmodeus

• showers you in little kisses and compliments

• always has an arm around your waist / shoulder / etc, as long as he’s touching you in some way, he’s happy

• if you don’t have a hickey visible, he gives you one. he has to make sure everyone knows you’re not just taken, but you’re his

• gives you a necklace that’s a vertical infinity sign with a light pink pearl on the bottom because it made him think of you (this one lol)

• when you’re watching a movie, (usually ones from the human world), you’re snuggled under a blanket

• you usually don’t make it to the end of the movie

Beelzebub

• big hugs! wrapping you in his arms is the only thing that comes close to food on his list of favorite things

• I truly cannot stress enough the sense of relief and comfort that having you in his arms gives him

• the two of you always fall asleep together, intentionally or not

• it’s just, why sleep alone when you can sleep with each other? it’s so much warmer and happier

• sex isn’t a big part of your relationship with Beel, but when it happens it’s very good (you do oral a lot though)

• you go on picnic dates a lot and they’re genuinely the cutest thing ever

• he feeds you fruit and kisses you to taste the sweet juice on your lips

• you make his heart so happy, you’re honestly the best thing to happen to him in his whole life and he makes sure you know that (take that how you will)

Belphegor

• takes f o r e v e r for him to open up to you, but once he does he realizes that you genuinely just want the best for him

• you like sitting on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as the two of you chat about your day

• you nap together a lot, so have become the masters of cuddling positions

• aren’t very intimate, at first

• like exploring woods together, and end up missing dinner a lot because you get lost together

A/N: Hi guys! This is the first not haikyuu thing I’ve done on this acc but ~technically~ this is a multifandom page lol. I’ve always wanted to do a headcannon post so this was really fun (and more difficult than I thought! mad respect to people who regularly do them)

anyways if you guys want me to do any haikyuu ones let me know bc I’d love to :)

[seijorhi]

hello, i love your writing and was hoping if u could write a yandere kuroo x reader where he corners her in a corner and kenma is there and is getting off from it 😳 thank u !

Asdfghjkl this was supposed to be posted on Sunday I’m sorry, bby!! I hope it’s worth the wait! 💕 also, loved this request so thanks for sending it in 😊

Kuroo Tetsuro x Female Reader, Kenma Kozume x Female Reader

TW dub con, coercion (kinda?), stalking, humiliation

Helping Hand

There’s a certain peace you find in the looming stacks of the library after the sun sets. It’s quieter then, less people milling about. You don’t have to fight for space or books, and considering you have midterms soon and essays coming out of your ears, that makes it the perfect study environment.

It’s only a little after eight, the library’s still open for another two and a half hours, but on the fourth floor it’s almost a ghost town - just how you like it. There’s a professor tucked away in the back corner, piles of books built up around him, an older librarian with her trolley, slowly re-shelving books, and two other guys around your age sitting huddled at a table a few down from yours - the textbooks and highlights spread across their desk having been long since abandoned in favour of literally anything else.

Honestly, you’d wonder why they’d bother coming to the library at all if it wasn’t an almost daily occurrence. Most days you were there, so were they - usually together, although it wasn’t uncommon to see just one of them camped out between the stacks as you made your way to your desk. The duo, one tall and lean with a shock of messy dark hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, and the other smaller, more reserved, with bleached hair and dark roots in serious need of a touch up, seemed to prefer this time to study too - not that they ever seemed to actually do all that much studying.

Usually the blonde ends up absorbed in his switch while the other casually thumbs through whichever book is closest.

So long as they were quiet and didn’t disturb you, who were you to judge?

You don’t really remember when they’d started to appear, only that they’d quickly become a fixture in your refuge - distantly familiar presences like strangers travelling on the same bus to work each day. They smile (well, the dark haired one does) and nod whenever you happen to look up from your notes and catch their eye, and while you’ve only spoken a handful of words to the both of them, they always seemed nice. 

Nicer than the clearly overworked professor muttering away in the corner at any rate, which makes them the logical choice to approach when you find your bladder uncomfortably full halfway through your self imposed study session. Realistically, you know at this time of the night nobody else is likely to make their way up to the fourth floor, much less have any interest in your shitty, old laptop or the five whole dollars in your wallet - yet you find you making your way over to the twosome’s table anyway, a faint blush dusting across your cheeks.

“… don’t want to,” you overhear the blonde mutter, his attention wholly focused upon the game in his hands. “Things are fine, why change that?”

His friend sighs, “Because you can deny it all you want, but I know you better than that. I know I’m not the only one who wants more. You can’t just sit back and…” he trails off suddenly, hazel eyes flickering over to you in surprise. 

Confused by his friend’s sudden silence, the blonde lowers his game and glances up - only to still at the sight of you.

You swallow down your nerves, plastering what you hope is a friendly enough smile across your face, “Hi, uh… sorry to interrupt you guys, but would you mind watching my stuff for a few minutes while I go to the bathroom? I won’t be long or anything, I just don’t like leaving my stuff out in the open,” you say with a sheepish laugh, well aware that you’re rambling like an idiot. 

It’s the dark haired one who answers, a wide grin breaking across his face as he nods, “Yeah, no worries. We’d be glad to.”

You smile back, ignoring the faint fluttering in your stomach (he does look kind of cute grinning like that), thanking him again before rushing away in the direction of the bathroom.

It doesn’t take long for your thoughts to drift away from the duo back to the essay you’re mid-way through drafting. You have a sinking feeling that the argument you’re trying to use in the fourth paragraph is essentially a just rehash of the point you made in the first. By the time you unlock the stall door and make your way over to the sink to wash your hands, you’re starting to debate the merits of scrapping the whole thing and starting fresh with new ideas.

You still technically have time, it’s not due until the end of the month, but you just kind of want it done so you don’t have to think about it anymore. Then again, that’s kind of your feelings towards the semester as a whole. 

Who are you kidding? University’s kicking your ass this year.

The ancient hand dryer’s almost deafening as it clicks on - it masks the sound door swinging open and the footsteps that echo out from the tile floors.

It’s only when your eyes flicker up to mirror that you see that you’re no longer alone-

Standing right behind you is the guy from before; the tall, dark haired one. 

- and jerk in surprise, stumbling backwards with a choked yelp.

It doesn’t hit you right away - no, that’s relief that has you drawing a hand over your chest and letting out a shaking laugh. “You scared the hell out of me!” you say, bracing yourself over the sink to try and calm your breathing.

No, it doesn’t hit you quickly. Realisation is slow - creeping through your veins like ice as your eyes flicker back up the mirror. 

He hasn’t moved. 

He’s smiling, grinning really, but there’s something… something off about it. It doesn’t quite meet his eyes… Why isn’t he saying anything?

W-why isn’t he moving away?

Your heart, still hammering from his shock of his sudden appearance, squeezes uncomfortably and your eyes slowly widen.

“Wh-”

A rough, calloused palm slaps across your mouth, smothering whatever words you’d been about to speak. “Ah, ah. Gotta keep it down, sweetheart.”

He winks at you in the mirror, taking a tiny step towards you and you squeak, breathing in sharp, shallow pants through your nose as a warm, muscled chest presses against your back. “You’re a nervous little thing, aren’tcha?” he chuckles. “Relax a little - promise I don’t bite.”

With one hand wrapped around your lips the other creeping across your waist, his words don’t exactly bring you a lot of comfort. 

It makes no difference either way - you’re paralysed, shaking and trembling, but utterly unable to move as he noses at the column of your throat, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You could scream, but there’s no guarantee anybody would hear you. You could try and fight him off, but he’s taller than you, and you’re willing to bet stronger as well.

Will he hurt you if you try and resist?

Is he gonna hurt you anyway?

You’ve heard the stories before about men who follow women into empty bathrooms and the awful things they do, but you never...

Those things don’t happen in places like this. The library is supposed to be safe, he- he’s been-

Your stomach drops.

Weeks. 

He’s been visiting the library with his friend, sitting across from you for weeks.

His eyes bore into your reflection in the mirror like he can hear every terrified thought that passes through your head, and with excruciating slowness you’re forced to watch as his lips brush a kiss against your cheek, lingering and sweet - a mockery of tenderness. 

A scared little whimper is all you can manage, and even that is swallowed up by the sound of the bathroom door squeaking open once more. 

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening.

A faint burst of hope flickers to life.

You might not be a fighter, but this might be the only chance you have. You shriek again, the sound woefully muffled, and writhe against your captor’s tightening grip as slow footsteps round the corner.

Please, you think as tears stream silently down your face. Please help me.

What little hope you have is quickly - brutally - extinguished as your would be saviour steps into view.

Your legs shake and you’re almost positive that if it wasn’t for the strong arms wrapped around you, you would have crumpled to the floor.

It’s his friend, the blonde, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, watching the scene before him - you struggling against an iron grip, gagged and terrified - like it’s nothing out of the ordinary. 

Your captor chuckles, relaxing his grip as his hand drifts upwards to palm at your breast and you want to die. “Glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence.”

“Shut up, Kuroo,” the blonde groans as he makes his way over, but he barely glances at his friend before his catlike eyes come to rest on you.

Your cheeks are burning, a potent mix of shame, nausea and dread churning in your stomach as you’re crudely felt up, but under the blonde’s attention you freeze.

While his face is a blank mask of apathetic disinterest, those golden irises are piercing in their intensity as they study you.

The glint in his eyes is as unmistakable as it is stark; anticipation - like a house cat watching a golden canary flit restlessly in its cage.

The hiccuping sob comes unbidden, choking at your throat as you wail against the palm at your lips. You’ve never wanted to disappear so badly in your entire life, to slap yourself awake and realise that it’s nothing but a stress induced nightmare because this can’t be happening.

Why you?

What could you possibly have done to deserve this?

“Relax,” Kuroo repeats, leaning down over you again, “we’re not gonna hurt you. Just wanna have some fun, that’s all.” You think he’s going to try and kiss you again, but instead his tongue darts out and he licks at the silvery tear tracks, groaning softly.

You shoot the quiet blonde a desperate, pleading look. He hasn’t lifted a finger to stop what’s happening, hasn’t done anything other than stare at you, but even as his lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile you hold out on the shadow of a prayer that maybe, just maybe-

Kuroo follows your wide, panicked gaze and almost snorts. “You’re barking up the wrong tree there, baby. Kenma’s not gonna help you. He wants this just as badly as I do.” His thumb slides across your cheek, brushing away more tears, “C’mon, on your knees.”

He doesn’t give you a choice - the hand on your shoulder forces your shaking knees to buckle and you fall down to the bathroom floor.

The tiles are cold against your bare legs, but the shivers that wrack through you have little to do with the temperature. It’s far too late to regret the short skirt you’d thrown on that morning.

Kuroo hums appreciatively, lifting his palm to tap it a few times against your cheek like you’re an adorable little puppy who’s just learned its first trick, “It’s a good look for you, baby, but I think it’d be even better without this-” his fingers tug at the collar of your top and his grin widens, “- in the way.” 

Yet he makes no move to take it off for you. One look into his eyes, the glittering amusement darkened with lewd desire and you know that he won’t.

He wants you to do it, to play along in their fun - to be an active participant in your own humiliation.

And really, what other choice do you have?

It’s impossible to ignore the bulge straining against his jeans as your trembling fingers grip the hem of your top and reluctantly yank it upwards. There’s a sharp inhale - Kuroo you think - and a whistle as it comes off, baring your lacy bra and the soft skin underneath to their hungry gazes. 

Only for a moment. 

Staring resolutely at the floor you’re quick to try and cover what little modesty you have left, bringing your arms up to wrap around your chest-

Except a hand catches at your wrist and tugs it back, and when you glance up you find it’s Kenma’s. 

“… Don’t,” he murmurs. “I want to see you.”

You let your arms drop, hands clenching into shaking fists in your lap, fingernails biting into your palm.

The sound of a zipper being pulled undone is almost deafening in the quiet bathroom. Fresh tears sting at your eyes, but you can’t bear to look at either of them as Kuroo reaches inside his pants and frees his cock.

The hand that cups your cheek is surprisingly gentle as he coaxes your face back towards him and the achingly hard member in his grip. “See Kenma, I told you - change ain’t always a bad thing.”

His dark eyes flicker back to you and he grins, “Open up, sweetheart.”

[karls-writing-space]

i saw you reblogged the tea asks. may i have milk tea, rooibos tea, and rosehip tea, and maybe lemon tea for c!niki/nihachu and c!eret?

First request on this acc let's gooo-

Yeah, ofc!!

C!Niki and C!Eret hcs coming up!

(My best bet is that you possibly wanted this as an x Reader, so that's what I'm gonna do. ♡)

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Tea Asks - Milk Tea, Rooibos Tea, Rosehip Tea, and Lemon Tea for C!Niki/Nihachu and C!Eret

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Niki

Milk Tea - What are their kisses like?

I think that, in public, her kisses with her lover are quick and sweet.

She'd give her lover little Eskimo kisses in public or in front of their friends/allies.

I also see her as someone who would kiss her lover's cheek or nose too - in public or in private. These would be followed up with small little giggles too.

In private, she definitely gets a little more playful with her kisses. Niki would pepper her lover's face with kisses during cuddle sessions.

Also - forehead kisses. She loves giving her lover forehead kisses.

In a more romantic moment, Niki would give her lover more passionate kisses. Her lips would connect with theirs, and the two would engulf into a longer kiss.

She would wrap her arms around her lover's torso during these kisses, pulling them into a slightly loose but loving embrace.

After these kisses, Niki would look into her partner's eyes, a look in her own eyes that meant one thing. "I love you."

Rooibos Tea - What’s their favorite thing to do with their S/O?

Honestly, I think Niki would really like baking with her S/O. Canonically, Niki's occupation in L'Manburg (back when it wasn't... gone) was a baker.

If you don't know how to bake, or if you don't know any recipes, Niki will gladly teach you, or help you around the kitchen.

At some point, Niki would take a small handful of flour, and either ruffle it into your hair or put it on your back/shoulder just to play around with you.

You do get her back though, as you pat some flour on her in lighthearted revenge.

She doesn't have a preference as to what she would want to bake, so she either leaves it up to you, or the two of you bake the default options of cupcakes or cookies.

Rosehip Tea -  How romantic are they? How do they show affection?

Niki is a fairly romantic person, in my opinion.

She likes to do little things for her lover to show that she loves them,

Niki would kiss her partner good morning, good night, hello, and goodbye. All accompanied with a soft smile.

She would compliment her partner whenever she could. From their attire to their laugh to how beautiful their eyes are. Anything to get a smile from the person she loves.

She also holds her S/O’s hand in public as her thumb gently caresses the back of their hand. She thinks that your hands fit perfectly together.

When you’re doing something, Niki will come up behind you and wrap her arms around you, thus pulling you into an embrace.

As stated at the beginning of this post, Niki likes to be a little playful. She will start pillow fights or small play fights with her S/O during cuddle sessions. She loves seeing you smiling and laughing.

Lemon Tea - What are mornings like with them?

Mornings with Niki change from time to time. One day, she could be up early and making breakfast in the kitchen, and the next, she would be cuddling her S/O while trying to wake up herself.

When she's up making breakfast in the morning, she tries not to make much noise as she doesn't want to disturb you. If she was to accidentally make a sound, Niki would softly cuss herself and pick up/quiet down whatever had made that noise.

She'd then peek into the room the two of you shared to see if you were asleep. If you were, she would be relieved that the noise didn't wake you.

If you were awake due to that noise, Niki would apologize and claim that she was making breakfast.

In more sleepy mornings, Niki will place a sleepy kiss on your cheek or forehead. She would mumble a soft "Good morning."

She would loosely wrap her arms around her lover's body just to be close to them. Her sweet hibiscus pink hair would be a bit of a mess, but it would still be beautiful nonetheless.

Niki would ask them what they would want to do today. If they wanted to do something with Niki today, she would be down for that and would talk more about it during breakfast.

If her lover had a job, she would [rather sleepily] ask if they could lay in bed with her for a few more minutes.

If you could, she would move closer to you and just bask in your presence. If you couldn't, Niki would understand and would help you get ready.

Eret [our q u e e n]

Milk Tea - What are their kisses like?

Eret's kisses switch from being playful and teasy to more romantic and deep.

If she's feeling more playful, she'll lean towards his S/O to kiss them on the lips and pull away when they are about to connect their lips with his.

That, or they'll change the place where they kiss their lover. They'd act like they're about to kiss their lips, and then kiss their lover's cheek or nose last second.

He thinks that his S/O's reactions to those kinds of kisses are adorable, and he will laugh lightheartedly.

If you play along with this and walk away "angrily", she will laugh and call out to you.

"Wait - wait no, ___! Come bahack. I'm sorry, love!"

If you were to return those playful kisses by kissing them elsewhere than his lips or pulling away, they will chuckle and play along.

"Oh, I see how it is... Meanie."

In a more romantic setting, Eret's kisses will be gentle but passionate. He won't go in hard unless his partner wants a more rougher kiss. If they do, he will oblige.

Eret will gently rub her S/O's back during a romantic kiss. She would possibly cup or caress their cheek(s) if they were sharing a romantic kiss too.

Eret will kiss the back of his S/O's hand if he is out on a date with them and wants to get a reaction out of them.

Rooibos Tea - What’s their favorite thing to do with their S/O?

Eret's favorite thing to do with his S/O is dancing with them in his ballroom. It gives the guy a little bit of a break from what's going on, and it lets him have fun.

She doesn't really mind if her S/O knows how to dance or not. As long as they're having fun and moving to the beat, she's happy!

They don't necessarily have a preference as to what music they listen to or dance to - upbeat songs, jazz music, classical, KPop, waltz - they enjoy many genres. He usually plays more upbeat music when dancing with his lover.

I headcanon that Eret knows a few fun little dance moves. The Jazz Square, the Top Rock, Charleston, and Snap Kicks are just a few of them he knows.

He strikes me as the kind of person who would do the Shuffle or Black Essence just to be a playful goofball, and to see his lover laugh.

If they want to have a more "sophisticated" dance with their S/O, they would play classical or waltz-like music. They'd then try to act all royal and say something along the lines of

"May I have this dance, my beloved, ____?"

She would pick you up and spin you around a few times during these "sophisticated" dances.

Honestly, Eret wants you to have a good time while dancing around.

Rosehip Tea - How romantic are they? How do they show affection?

I view Eret as a fairly romantic person as well.

He strikes me as someone who would really like spending quality time or giving (and receiving) physical affection with his S/O. I think he'd also enjoy gift giving.

He would make a cape for his S/O that would look similar to his. That way, the two of you could match!

She would also enjoy holding your hands in public. That, or the two of you could link arms while walking around in public like royalty.

If you were to hold hands, they would swing your arms as the two of you walked around.

She likes to infuse some fun into your guys' relationship. Life can be stressful, so she tries to do some fun activities with you.

Challenging you to card/board games, building blanket forts... oh! There was also that one time they chased their lover around with water balloons.

This ended up with the relatiation of a bucket of water getting dumped on him.

He kinda deserved it for throwing all those water balloons.

They like cuddling their S/O when they're both being chill and calm. They don't mind being the little spoon or the big spoon - whichever makes their S/O most comfortable.

He can and WILL play with their hair. He'd put small braids into his S/O's hair if he was allowed to.

Eret will nuzzle her lover at random times with a soft smile on his face. She would tell them how much she loved them during these sessions. If you're ticklish? She'll try to tickle you.

Saturdays are your date days/nights! Eret will take you to grassy areas at night to stargaze. She'll have a candle-lit dinner with you. She'll take you for late evening/night boat rides.

She'd also be willing to hear your ideas for dates as well. She's willing to experiment and spice things up!

Lemon Tea - What are mornings like with them?

Eret tends to wake up around the same time as his lover does.

He'll move a little closer to them and wrap his arms around them, wanting to hold them close for a little while. He'd murmur a nearly-quiet "Good morning, love."

She would want to stay in bed with them for a little while and just bask in their presence.

If they had to leave or get up, he will make a little whiny sound and ask them if they could stay in bed with him for a little while longer. If they say no, he will understand but will give them a little pout.

On off-days when their S/O doesn't have anything to do (work, meeting up with friends, etc}, Eret will try to convince them to stay in bed with him and cuddle for a bit.

In-bed cuddles consist of half-sleepy kisses, the two of you constantly telling the other "I love you.", sleepy cuddles, and just softness in general.

Eventually, the two of you will have to get up. Eret insists on making breakfast for the two of you. If you wish to cook breakfast, however, she wouldn't mind and would let you.

Some mornings, the two of you make breakfast together. This happens when you both insist that you make breakfast. It's a compromise for you two.

[yuzukult]

plain pink tees

— a from home drabble 01 word count: 1,148 prompt: when jungkook learns how to do his laundry with you as his guidance/teacher warnings: none! pg clean baby a/n: as requested!! i... sat on this for a while, got writer’s block and went back to it just 15 minutes ago and finished it. ;u; hope you guys enjoy!

+note: takes place when jungkook has been working at the supermarket for a while! he’s gotten a bit more comfortable with oc, but they’re still a bit weird together. :)

“I give up. Remind me why I need to do this again?”

Shuffling through his bedroom, Jungkook puts the last of the stray clothes laying around on the furniture, tossing them into the hamper. He has his phone propped on one of the shelves, attempting to both talk to you on speaker and perform this task.

“Because as an adult, you do your laundry. If you’re going to be difficult, I won’t show you how—“

“No, no, no no no!” He responds abruptly, halting in his moments. The last thing he needs is for you to not help him with this task. Wearing his dirty clothes for the 5th time in rotation wasn’t a good idea because it was starting to stink, not to mention that dousing in it his cologne wasn’t doing anything other than choke people to death. “Please help me.” His voice gave his desperation away.

You laugh, in your own apartment when Jungkook decides to come to you for assistance. Although in the back of your head, you wondered why he chooses to call you instead of Hoseok, especially since you’ve been sort of mean to him, but being able to lend a hand is nice. “Thoroughly separate your darks and lights.”

“I have to separate them?” Jungkook sighs, puffing a breath of air that moves his hair away from his face. Hands on his hips, he pouts. “But I just put them into one basket.”

“Well, now you gotta split them.”

“That sounds like a lot of work.”

“... Do you want my guidance or not?” He whines at your comment, dumping his clothes onto the floor so he could rummage through in order to divide them into two piles. “I’m doing it, hold on, will you?”

You hum on the other line, TV playing some stupid show in the background as you take a bite into your crispy red apple. When Jungkook’s number popped on your screen for the first time, you didn’t know what to expect. For one, the two of you didn’t necessarily get along to begin with, but especially now, it’s been… tolerable. He doesn’t complain as much at work anymore, although you know he’s definitely muttering under his breath how he truly feels. Was it about quitting his job? You weren’t sure either. Jungkook says a lot of things.

But when you slide the green call button to pick up, and he begs for you to help give instructions on how to do laundry, a smile tugs on the edges of your lips. With Jungkook, you always predict that he’s going to do things that most spoiled rich kids do. And in all honesty, there’s no wrong in forecasting that because most of the time he results in doing those very things. But the fact that he’s proving you wrong this time around makes you hope he does it again.

“Okay, I’m done.” He announces, standing up from the floor while brushing his hands off on his pants. “What now?”

“Uh, walk to the washer unit?” You say matter-of-factly, rolling your eyes from over the line. He can’t see it, but he can certainly feel it.

Jungkook plops the hamper in front of the washer unit. “How can I tell which one is which? I know one is a dryer, but they both look… really similar.”

“You see that they both got knobs on them, right?”

“...yeah?” He’s not sure where you’re going with this.

“Read the settings on them. If they sound like a wash, pop your clothes in.” 

Jungkook wants to snap back at you for giving him orders that makes him both feel and sound stupid, but he was in severe need for your help. He would’ve called Hoseok, but he remembered from a conversation back then that Hoseok brings his clothes home for his staff to do. Lucky bastard.

He sighs again, eyes skimming the words on the machine. When the one seems familiar, he mutters ‘I think I found it,’ before pulling the door open and stuffing his dirty clothes inside. “Okay, so open the drawer on the side, and there should be compartments that tell you what to put in each. Whichever one says detergent, pour some inside. Make an assumption of how much you need—I think some bottles come with cups that help give you a general idea. But either way, the compartment will have a ‘max’ line and as long as you don’t go over it, you should be fine.”

He freezes, a whimper escaping from his lips. “That’s a lot to remember.”

You raise a brow, mid bite into your apple. “All I said was to find the little drawer, Jeon.” 

“Okay—but there was a lot of information that followed—“ He freezes when he hears the call drop, furrowing his brows before dialing again. “Hello?”

“What?”

“Did you just hang up on me?”

“Yes?” There’s that crunch from the apple again.

Flabbergasted, Jungkook lets out a heavy breath. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m only willing to help people who cooperate.” You state calmly, tossing the core of your apple into the trash bin. “You complained, I hung up. Simple as that.” 

He whines. “Please help.”

A laugh escapes from your lips as you lean back against your couch. He’s fun to tease, you admit, but you’d still like him to learn without being difficult. Just because he doesn’t like something, doesn’t mean he doesn’t have to do it. Plus, if someone is helping him, he should at least give them an easier time if they’re the ones giving him their time. Time is valuable. 

So, you’ll hang up if Jungkook gives you a hard time. Easy. 

Jungkook learns his lesson after the first time you don’t hesitate to hit the ‘end’ button. When he finally gets the machine running, he’s ecstatic. He’s never done his laundry before, and he feels accomplished.

An hour later, your phone rings again.

“Hello?” You greet, in the midst of stirring your pan of fried rice. Assuming it’s Jungkook from the exasperated sigh, you chuckle. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I messed up.”

—

Hoseok snorts, milk spilling out from his nose. He smacks you on the arm. “Get me a fucking napkin!” You’re uncontrollably laughing, stomach in pain as you toss a handful of tissues at Hoseok. Napkins covering his nose, he shakes his head. 

Jungkook stands there, at the threshold of Hoseok’s apartment with a pink t-shirt on. 

“I… I didn’t know you owned a pink shirt.”

Jungkook winces. “I don’t.” He looks over at you. “You told Hoseok, didn’t you?”

“Aww, Kirby. I thought I told you to make sure you didn’t have anything mixed in with your load. There’s a reason that whites are by itself!” His nose scrunches up at the nickname, slouching on Hoseok’s couch. “I didn’t see my red boxers.”

You cackle. “Guess you’re stuck with your pinks.”