#he didnt say it was rude just the gesture

[acetheta]

bye if one more person irl says smth to me im gonna kill someone

[hellsburners]

test drive nothing

summary: Your date is a fucking asshole so you find two lovely men who are willing to make it up to you. pairing: matt murdock x male reader x peter parker word count: 3.2k  warnings: 18+ warning, alcohol use, some rude guy at a club, threesomes, top!matt, top!peter, bottom!reader, gay sex, semi-public stuff a bit, eiffel towered reader iykwim a/n: sorry for the delay didnt feel good for the past few days, anyway i hope yall like this idk what i was doing with this but if you liked it interractions are very much welcome and appreciated.

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gif credit for peter & matt

Heat rose up from your toes to your head. Music blasting from speakers left and right, neon streams of strobing light lit the dark room. People dancing around and drinking. It’ll be fine, you thought. It was your first time in this club, a Grindr match invited you here so you could hang. You were scanning the room for him, his pic showed a lean man with blonde hair and blue eyes on a beach in California. 

You here? You messaged him. Well, you’ve been messaging him the same question for the past hour, no response. Your cheeks turned red from the anxiety. You nape, turning stiff and sore. 

“Hey,” an arm caresses yours. It was him, he was wearing a black tank top tucked into cargo pants. “So, you ordered a drink?” You shook your head, he called on the bartender and gave you a drink suggestion. Since you weren’t much of a drinker you went with his choice, vodka martini. 

The two of you talked for a few minutes, catching up on typical first date things. You found out that he was a doctor for MetroGen, he liked hockey, and he has a pet dog. He was now a few inches from you, his breath reeking of alcohol, his light blue eyes piercing yours. He tried to inch closer to you, to kiss you. Feeling like he was being too fast you pulled back. 

“Maybe we should go dance?” you asked, standing up from the bar stool. He reluctantly agrees. You gesture to the dance floor. The two of you walk towards the building crowd. You were bumping onto bodies left and right. You were holding your drink, trying not to spill it. A man with brown hair bumps into you, you almost spilled the drinks from the tight space. He told you he was fine and left smiling. You thought of his face, it felt familiar.

“Hey you coming?” your date says, starting to dance. You joined him, slowly feeling into the fast beat of the music. He places an arm at your lower back. Your hands to his shoulders. Your hips moving left and right. He stares at different men passing you by, his gaze on them rather than you. 

You see a guy wink at him and he winks back. You thought he was just friendly, he seemed to be the type. He knew people in the club and he’d greet them left and right. You felt isolated. You look around, people dancing and laughing, it suffocates you. Your hands started to jitter around the glass, you almost felt it slip.

“I think I’m gonna go—” you gestured for the restroom. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back. His arm wrapped tightly across your back. His grip was firm, he reeked so bad of alcohol you hadn't noticed he was actually so drunk from earlier. “Please, let me go. You’re making me uncomfortable.” 

He starts to initiate a kiss. You push him away, he doesn’t budge.

“Come on now babe, we haven’t had much fun yet,” he whispers to your ear, you cringe from his disgusting tone. A hand pulls his arm away. The weight lifted off of you. 

“He said let go, man,” someone says, it was the brunette from earlier. Your date shrieks from the man’s grip. You see his fingers almost crush his wrist. His brown eyes were stern, his brows furrowed. 

“Piss off! That’s my date,” he tries to reach for you. The brunette pushes you aside gently, blocking you away from him. Your date pushes the brunette, taunting him. He tries to take a punch toward the man protecting you, he blocks it. The guy tried to lunge further, to take the brunette by the collar and slam him. You see the brunette clutch his fists, his nails burying in his palms. Too bad for your date the bouncer came in and ushered him out. He went out screaming and cursing. 

“You okay?” the brunette said. He gestured for you to go back to the bar and grab some water. 

“Yeah, fucking prick,” you said soothing your wrist before taking a sip of ice cold water. The shock releases your skin of all the tension. “Knew that app was a hell hole.”

“Met him from Grindr, huh?” he asked, you nodded reluctantly. Now that you were far from the strobe lights and all the different colors you could see his face clearly. You had seen his face before, not from earlier, but from somewhere years ago. Your face contorted to a confused look. 

“Have we met before?” you asked,he smiles.

“Must be the glasses, ditched them years ago.” He points two fingers to his eyes. 

“Oh my god from high school! I know your name I swear,” you tried to search your brain for a name, or the first letter at least. 

“I bet you a million dollars you won’t remember my name, not really a popular guy in high school,” he chuckles. He takes a sip of coke, his arm resting on the bar counter. You close your eyes trying to search for the name.

“Peter Parker!” you shouted. “Venmo me a million dollars right now."

“Well give me your number so I can send it,” he takes out his phone. You smiled, you took his phone and typed the ten digits. “I’ll send it to ‘ya when I win the lottery.” The two of you laugh.

“Wanna dance?” you asked. 

“You sure?” he said, looking confused. 

“Yeah, can’t let one man ruin my night right?” you started backing up towards the dance floor. He was hesitant at frist, following you he takes your shoulder to guide him.

The two of you started to dance. The lights flood your eyes with different colors. You asked if you could put your hands on him, he nodded. You rest your hands on his shoulders. He asked the same question, you nodded as well. You guided his arms around your waist. He was gentle about it. The pressure was so light it felt like nothing. 

You placed a hand on his handsome face, pushing his hair aside. “Do you want to kiss me? I think you wanna kiss me?” he whispered.

“You want to bet another million dollars on that?” you laughed. 

Your lips meet, his soft lips warm on yours. He was everything the man earlier was not. Each step he asked for your consent. His hands were light on your body. His kiss was slow and gentle. He was simply a nice guy. 

He told you that he forgot to mention he was actually meeting with a friend. You got shy thinking he was on a date and you now ruined it but he assured you it was just a friend. A few minutes of chatting led to the two of you laughing at each other’s jokes. It was around midnight already. 

Peter called for someone behind you, you turned to see who it was and it was a man a bit older than him. He wore a black suit and a white shirt and he wore these ruby colored glasses. He was an attractive man, his mouth smirked as he waved at Peter. 

“Hey, this is my friend Matt,” Peter says to your ear, the music almost making it inaudible. Matt smiles as Peter introduces you to him. 

“Sorry for being late, work stuff,” you noticed his eyes behind the glasses focused above your head, never going your way. He’s blind, Peter mouths at you. Oh. Peter told you two to get to know each other as he gets more drinks. 

“You from Midtown?” you asked. 

“Hell’s Kitchen actually, I’m a lawyer,” he says. You told him about how you met Peter in high school. 

“Oh, hence the corporate get-up, I dig it” you said, he laughs, his cheeks showing off his dimples. 

Peter came back with three shot glasses. He hands you and Matt one. He offers a toast and the three of you bring your glasses to a clink. You down the shot, the liquid burning your throats. And the three of you took another shot, and another, and another.

You tap Matt’s shoulder gently. “Let’s dance some,” you say to him.

“Oh no, I don’t dance,” he puts the shot glass down. Waving his hands with hesitation.

“That’s not true, I saw you once!” Peter said, Matt pressed his palm on his mouth and made a shushing sound. The three of you were laughing hysterically. 

“Oh come on do it for me,” you dragged the words. He loosens his tie and joins two of you. 

Peter’s arm was around your shoulder as the two of you danced to the beat, your hips swaying. You held onto the hem of Matt’s sleeve pulling him in. He awkwardly tries to dance with the two of you. It was cute, you thought. Peter was now behind you, your back pressed to his chest. Matt playfully guided your hands to his shoulders, moving his body left and right. It was out of beat but it was the thought that counts. 

Maybe it was alcohol, or the moment, or the fact that there were two very attractive men dancing with you, but you started to feel something. Like heat rising to your cheeks in a good way, your knees feeling weak. Peter placed a kiss on your nape. You ushered yourselves closer to Matt. Peter’s hand went to Matt’s waist pulling him into you. 

Matt placed his arms in your waist, light but stern. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You could smell him, like sandalwood and musk. “You could ask him if you want to. I won’t mind,” Peter said, as if being able to read your mind.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked Matt. Your mind completely focused on the two men with you. Matt giggles and places a kiss on your lips. Peter’s kiss was soft, Matt’s was more heated, like his thick lips were sucking you in. 

“So you two do this a lot?” You pointed at Matt and Peter. 

“Only if the guy is cute.” Peter said. 

“But the two of you?” you chuckled. Peter placed his hands on Matt’s cheek, whispering something in his ears. Matt nods and Peter places a kiss on Matt’s lips. 

“That wasn’t too bad. Can’t believe we haven’t done that before Matt," he pats his back.

“Maybe we can take this party to my place?” Matt said. You looked at Peter, who was also looking at you. You both tell Matt yes. “Let me go get a cab.” 

Now outside, Matt was hailing for a cab. The streets were cold. Peter wraps his arms around you. Body heat, he says. You go on your tiptoes to kiss him again. More feverish this time. You could feel his hardness press on your waist. “Sorry, I couldn't wait, this is so hot.”

Matt arrives, his brows raised in disbelief. A cab waiting for the three of you. Matt tugs on Peter’s collar and shoves him to the front seat. “You sit there and watch.”

You and Matt continue to make out in the back seat. His shirt was now untucked from his waist. His tie was long gone and his shirt opened a bit. He places soft wet kisses to your neck making you moan. The two of you could care less about what the cab driver thought. 

Peter looks at the two of you from the rearview mirror, the erection in his pants stirring. He palms the damn thing. He really could not wait. 

Matt’s hands came to your thigh, your hands peeking through the hem of his shirt, you could feel his bare skin, all warm and hard. The car slowed, you’ve arrived at Matt’s apartment. Peter pays, you and Matt hurrying to the front door. “Hey wait up!” Peter yelled. 

While Matt was fumbling to get his keys Peter pulled you to him. “I’m starting to get jealous here,” he whispers. 

“I want you both, so fucking bad.”

“Then you’ll have us,” he cups your face and kisses you again, his tongue meeting yours. His hand comes to your lower back, playing with the hem of your pants. His fingers slowly going underneath the fabric.

The door unlocks. “Door’s open, you two,” he takes his suit jacket off. 

The three of you were undressing in Matt’s living room, stumbling from getting rid of tight shirts and long pants. You stare at their bodies both scarred, Peter was lean but still muscular, while Matt was more bulky. Their erections form tents in their boxers. 

Peter sat down on the sofa, gesturing for you to sit on him. Matt sits next to him. God they were a sight. You ride Peter’s thigh. Your hands palming his torso. Peter touches your sex, you were also so hard. You whisper to Peter that you’d like to suck him off. He curses and nods.

You go down on your knees, pulling his boxers with you. His long cock springs up, the head a bright red. He points the tip to your lips, you give it kitten licks, the sensitive head throbbed from the motion. 

Matt started to palm his boxers as you sucked Peter off. Your hand wanders to his hairy thighs. Matt releases his cock, it was shorter than Peter’s but still pretty big, what Peter lacked in girth Matt showed off more. You started to stroke his cock, your mouth still on Peter’s. The two men moaned, their eyes closed and their heads held back. 

“Fuck you’re so good,” Peter coos. He takes you to sit on the couch, he goes down on his knees to pleasure you. With his mouth to your cock, Matt went on to leave kisses to your neck, his hand on Peter’s head, pushing him deeper. You moaned so much from it. Your hands go to Matt’s cock, now leaking with precum. 

“I want to fuck you,” Peter said. You asked where the bedroom was and Matt led the two of you to his queen sized bed. Matt sat on the bed, his back to the headboard, you crawled to him and took him in your mouth, the girth filling your warm mouth. Peter massages your ass from the back. Matt jerked his hips making you choke a little, you moaned, your throat vibrating on Matt’s cock. “Moan louder pretty, Matt likes it a lot.”

Peter takes your underwear off. He parted your ass and began to lick in your hole. You moaned on Matt’s cock, he shuddered from the sudden wave of pleasure; he brushed his hand through your hair. “My god sweetheart you’re too good at this.”

You felt Peter’s shaft tapping against your whole. “Condoms?” he asked. Matt gestured for the bedside table. Peter went on to get them. You released Matt’s cock to look for him but he pulled you into a kiss. 

“Peter’s gonna go first, is that okay?” Matt asked in between kisses. You nodded. Peter returned with condoms and a small bottle of lube. He places the condom on his cock, stroking it after with lube. 

“‘You ready?” you nod. Peter slowly presses the tip to your whole, the tight muscle contracts around the head making it tighter.

“Relax for me baby,” Peter coos, rubbing his hands on your back. He fully sheathed himself in you. You felt so full and so good. Peter fucking you while your mouth was on Matt’s cock, it drove you crazy. Peter pulled you to his chest, one hand to your cock while the other teasing your nipples. Matt went to your cock and placed small licks to your shaft, precum dripping from your tip. Matt took you in, your cock hitting the back of his throat as Peter pounded you. Matt choked but kept going. 

“You sound so good taking Peter,” Matt said, his lips swollen red. Your hands brushed through his hair. Peter fucked you so sensually any trace of stinging alleviated from your body. There was fluidity to the way he moved, like a dancer or a gymnast, all steady movement but still so graceful. 

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Peter groaned. 

You felt so close too. Your rhythm became erratic, more lazy and inert. He let out a few more thrusts, emptying inside you. You came on Matt’s lips. Your chest heaving, Peter gave you a kiss on your temple, whispering praises. 

Matt wiped his lips, licking your cum and sucking on his fingers. “My turn,” Matt guided your back to the bed. He took your legs and placed them on both sides of his hips. His cock leaking with pre, he takes the condom packet and places a rubber on him as well, lubing it after. 

You still felt weak from Peter, who was now cradling you in between his legs, your back to his. He is laying down with his back to the headboard resting for a bit. Matt slowly pressed himself into your hole, you groaned. Peter whispered words of comfort to your ears, brushing his hands through your hair as Matt moaned to the feeling of your hole around his cock. 

Matt peppered you with kisses. His hands snaked around your body feeling every bit of skin, his fingertips tracing every crevice and every groove, every bit of fat and muscle. He looked so good, hips thrusting while his dark hair stuck to his forehead drenched in sweat. His mouth agape as he cursed, calling for God's name. 

Peter’s hand went to your cock, now soft and a bit sore. He traced his fingertips on the wet slit, the sensitive tip made you writhe from the sensation. A few moments later you began to harden again. Peter spat on his palm and stroked your cock after. Your eyes closed from all the pleasure. 

You felt your spirit lift from your body. These two men were bringing pleasures to your body you hadn’t known existed. You felt as if your body were ascending to heaven for a second there. 

Matt bent down to give you a fevered kiss. Peter squeezed himself to the kiss. The three of you sharing your tongues and lips. Matt’s stubble pricked your cheeks but it didn’t matter. You felt yourself near another orgasm. You were now a sobbing mess between these two. Matt fucked you harder, you felt his orgasm nearing as well. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you cried. Matt said he was close too, whining your name. Peter pumped your cock until your eyes closed from the pleasure, your hands gripping onto the sheets, your toes curled. Matt’s erratic rhythm came to a stop as he emptied his cum in the condom. Leaving you both a moaning mess. 

The three of you shared one last kiss before crashing onto the bed. Matt went to the bathroom to get you a wet towel. Peter peppered your temples with kisses, whispering praises. Matt came back with the towel and helped you and Peter clean up, he took extra good care with cleaning your behind. 

After that, the three of you laid naked on Matt’s bed, drenched in sweat. You felt yourself drift off to the night. Your head to Matt’s chest and Peter’s arms wrapped around you. 

You wake up to the sound of frying and the smell of cooked bacon. You found yourself tucked in Matt’s blanket, with your boxers on and Matt’s shirt on you. You stood up, your back aching, and went to Matt’s small kitchen. You found the two boys cooking breakfast. It was Matt who noticed you first. 

“Hungry?” he asked, finishing off frying eggs. Peter noticed who Matt was talking to and smiled. He walked towards you to give you a kiss on the forehead, his hands on a plate of bacon and some toast. 

You smirked, very. 

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[sinfrog]

Practice writing for ALTERFALL: A brief Pesterlog between Rose Egbert and Kanaya Serket.

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[summ3rg4l]

Hellloooo Soo it's my first time requesting something and I would if you could and have time a headcanon or whatever suits you the best Abt bakugo and the reader as todoroki younger sister or denki's of how he acts with her and stuff if you would like (English isn't my first language so I'm not that good 🥲hope you understood what I meant )AND HAVE A GREAT DAYYYY 🫶🏻💗

TYSM FOR MY FIRST REQUEST!!!! I think I got what you asked! Also i didnt know if you wanted romance ot just friendship so i just guessed

When you first stepped foot onto the U.A. campus to see your older brother preform for the sports festival you wouldn't have though that you would meet someone so...loud. That's the only real way you could describe him; Katsuki Bakugo. Perhaps you were just too used to Shoto.

The first words he ever spoke to you weren't any less rude than his announcement to the other first years competing in the festival and his classmates. "You must be scar face's sister." You were so shocked that he would talk to someone like that; especially someone he just met, and what's with that nickname for Shoto? You did not like him.

.

.

You soon started your first year at U.A. after getting in by recommendation like Shoto did you ended up meeting the blonde again.

You would always wonder why Shoto liked Bakugo since he would talk about his scar and just be mean!

Eventually you decided to give him a chance. Maybe there was something Shoto saw something that you didn't.

You would constantly be nice to him but to no avail would he reciprocate this kindness to you.

One day you snapped and yelled at him with all your built up irritation. After spilling your anger you saw him smile. A genuine one with no ill intent behind it. The look made you blush.

The afternoon after the whole ordeal you tried even harder to become closer to Bakugo since you now knew that he did have feelings other than anger.

During the relationship

At first he would be kind of shy in the beginning of the relationship (Even if he wouldn't admit it)

When gets a little more comfortable he'll do small gestures of affection like texting you goodnight and reluctantly saying 'I love you'

He'll never tell Shoto that he's with you. It's not like he's intimidating or anything he'd just prefer not to let him know. Shoto will eventually find out though and you see the most emotion you ever have when he does.

Katsuki might ask you about your dad but he tries his best to still seem tough while worrying about you.

After a few months of dating he'll finally ask you to kiss him, though he swears that is was him allowing you to "Since you probably want to, I'll let you kiss me, Icyhot 2.0."

When the class finds out everyone is shocked that someone actually wants to date Bakugo. Izuku starts muttering on about how your quirks might work together in the future.

Since the class found out he just goes fuck it and does a whole load of PDA. A half hot half cold boy may pay him a visit when he sees Katsuki kissing you.

If there's one thing that Katsuki dreaded more than ever it was meeting your father as your boyfriend. He put it off as long as he could.

Meeting your mom wasn't anywhere near as scary.

[wingekprincessproffssor]

yandere sebastain x reader

part 2

as he leans in and he whispers "we will see eacother again little lady " then he leaves without a trace then you wake up feeling confused about the dream you had and why he was in your dreams? Was it cus he made you blush and it leaved a effect on you? You didnt know so you stopped think about it too deeply so you wont overthink then you go to wash your face and have some snacks before starting the work as you finish eating you go to counter waiting for new cosmuters to come and you heared the door bell ring its was an old men who seemed to be drunk man's face was red and he was hiccuping then he opened his mounth to speak

"Give mee what i want" the old men says btween hiccups as he slams his hand to the table

"Sir please tell me what you want" you say as you nervously look at the man, the man hiccups few more times and he starts to grabs you

"S-sir! Calm down! " you say to the man but he doesnt care about your pleads as this countines , the man feels a white gloved hand on his shoulder and he turns to look at who is it then he sees a tall, black haired man with a red eyes, and wearing a butler outfit, the man feels his shoulder getting tighter and says btween hiccups " whats your problem?" Sebastain just looks at the man with anger and he pulls the old man by his callor his eyes bruning with anger he lets a out a possive growl and finally speaks " dont you dare to touch the lady like that its very innporite and rude " he growls showing his fangs then the old man shivers with fear " p-please dont h-hurt me " he says as he shakes in fear , a smirk appreas on sebastain face and he gets closer the mans face showing his deep red crismon eyes this makes the old man even more terffied and he begs for mercy then sebastain grabs him more tightly and when his faces twists in anger, the old man screams and runs as away as sebastain lets him go then he turns to look at you with a polite smile and he does a polite bow " the problem has been taking care of my lady" he says with a soft voice and a faint smile " t-thank you , but whats your name? " you ask him shyly then he turns to look at you with a polite smile and says "my name is sebastain michealis, the loyal butler of the phontimive " he kisses your hand as your cheeks reddens, he sees this and smirks "my my what a lovely color, and have a good day miss " he bows and leaves , he thinks about how he wants to claim you for himself and how cute you are with your little shy face ,and he gets an idea ,going to his young master and telling him that he has find a new maid with one swift move, he goes to the mansoin, reaches to the ciel's room and enters inside bows infront of him "young master, today i have a find someone who could be a maid here, i would like to bring her here and train her immadetly" sebastain finshes with a polite smile then waits for ciel to answer him , then ciel speaks

"very well sebastain, bring her in and i accpect you to trian her properly" ciel says with his usual stren look then sebastain nods and goes to find you, after hour or two, he comes back with you, and gestures for you introdoce yourself to ciel, as you introdoce yourself, ciel hums in approval and speaks " very well, welcome to the mansoin, form this day on , you will be serving me, and i accpect you to be loyal, and sebastain will train you as the headbutler, he will teach you how to be a good maid " ciel finishes and gestures for you and sebastain to go , sebastain closes the door and looks at me with a polite smile and says " i hope you are ready for a one of hell of a traning my dear, i will teach you everything you need to know and how to please the young master so listen closely dear " Sebastain says as he smiles sofly then he takes out a maid dress, which is beutifully perpared, its has a puffy skirt with light shoulders and its black and its has a white aporan, and a maid hair band "here my dear, wear this " he hands out to you the dress and gestures for you to go to an room and dress up, as you nod and wear the dress , you come out from the room, sebastain's smirk widens and he lets a hum"my my, you look abosetly adorble " he smirks and you notice that his eyes never leaving you, as he smiles sofly at you, he says "welcome to your new life my dear, i hope you will get used it " he finishes with his signuture smile and walks away dissparing from the sight, as you are now leaved with many thoughts

[simp4baji]

Prayer time pt.1

Warning- Role play, degradation, cnc

Y/n went to a church to pray. Yn isn't so big on religion and wasn't really sure if she believed in any god but she enjoyed praying because prayer wasn't restricted to any god. A prayer could just be to yourself.

It was calming for her.

It was night time. She preferred praying at night because rarely anyone else was at the church at that time. Until she heard the door of the church open.

There he was. A man that looked like a sin hard to resist. Y/n could not look away from him until he looked over at her and saw her stare. She looked away almost instantly and continued praying.

"And thank you for blessing me today. Amen." She said. Just as she was about to get up the man sat down at the end of the same pew as her. He began praying. Y/n got too nervous to get up now hearing how deep his voice is and how attractive he looked.

"Am i blocking your way out?" The man asked.

"N-no I'm just still praying" Y/n said slightly blushing.

"Are you sure?" The man said now looking at y/n with an arched eyebrow.

"Yes im sure now who are you to acuse me of lying in a church?" Y/n said in a frustrated yet flustered tone. The man was now fully looking at the pretty girl with a smirk on his face.

"Did i ever say that you were lying pretty girl?" The man said with a slight sinister tone.

"W-who even are you?" Y/n asked

"Manjiro Sano, but you can call me Mikey"

"O-okay look" Y/n said as she stood up from the pew and faced toward Mikey. "I'm sorry for accusing you of lying and i just want to go now." Y/n said while trying to look at Mikey without blushing.

Mikey then stood up facing towards y/n now. Y/n then started looking at the ground.

"Awww that wasn't so hard now was it- Whats your name?" Mikey said with a smile on his face.

"Y/n" she said while continuing to look at the floor.

"That wasnt so hard to say now wasn't it y/n?"

"N-no it wasn't" Y/n said.

"Good. Now come here" He said.

"W-what?" Y/n said looking more flustered than ever.

Mikey sighed and made the 'come here' finger gesture.

"Come here."

Y/n walked towards him with her head down not wanting to see how much this man that she just met is making her blush.

She was now in front of him with her head still down.

"It's rude to not look at someone when they're talking to you." Mikey said with a look of disapproval.

"I'm sorry m-mikey" y/n said trying to look up at him who was now giving her an intimidating stare.

"It's sir to you."

"S-sir? I'm sorry sir." Y/n said now taking deep breaths. Mikey never talked to her like this. He always made sure to be gentle with her since he didnt want to hurt her but after she explained what she was into he decided to give it a try. She loved this role play.

Mikey kept walking towards y/n as she continued to back up until she her back hit the wall and mikeys face was inches away from hers.

"I don't think you are princess" he said against her lips.

His lips collided against y/ns.

The taste of cinnamon rushed to y/ns mouth as Mikey had been chewing cinnamon flavored gum.

She let out a whimper as Mikey bit on her bottom lip.

"M-mikeyyy" y/n whined when he pulled away.

"It's not Mikey for you, you little sinner" mikey said as his hand was caressing y/n's face and then wondered into her hair.

He then pulled at her hair. Y/n whimpered and whined because of how hard he pulled her hair. He enjoyed this. A little too much.

"Say it right. I know you can or are you just too much of a stupid little slut too understand?"

"I- m' not a slut sir" she said trying to pull mikeys hand out of her hair but to no avail.

"Oh" he said before he shoved his right leg in between y/ns legs raising his knee up to her warm area. "You're not a slut? Your body tells me different." He then leaned down to y/ns ear and whispered "The way you got flustered over nothing? Your pathetic little whimpers and whines? Your pretty mouth says one thing but your body says another. All you have to do is tell me."

His left hand was holding y/ns waist against the wall while with his free hand he traced the insides of y/ns upper thighs.

This caused her to get even more flustered. How could she tell him the unholy feelings that she's getting inside a church?

Pt.2 coming tomorrow <333 I'm srry it's so spacey lol

[mabzgonmad]

Agent Phoenix head canons (real not fake but cringe)

Hi tumblr. This is my first text post don’t make fun of my poor outlining 💔

ok so i feel i should section this i have a lot to say

hopefully this is entertaining..btw a lot of this is based on my own personal actions when playing as the Phoenix also I’m not completely set on a lot of these

Sections:

- kinesium and communication

-communication generally

-sexuality / gender

-appearance

-relationships (still not 100% on these)

Kinesium and Communication

We should note that Phoenix (gonna call him AP from now on for simplicity sake) is completely mute minus a few noises such as coughing or gasping.

Also note that Roxana Prism doesn’t even know the full power that kinesium can have when harnessed by a person such as AP. (We know this from her remark of shock at the very end of IEYTD 3)

The agency being full of people with kinesium in there head giving them the ability to use telekinesis means all of them are connected in a way. AP is able to use the connection of all the kinesium to communicate telepathically with anyone in the agency. The first time they did this is was to The Handler on one of their early missions. They had no idea they could do it and actually they were calling handler a bad name. Once the handler just heard a voice in his head replying to what he said to AP he thought he was going crazy. AP didnt know how they did it and they eventually sat down with handler and they figured it out. AP eventually was able to regularly reply to the handler during missions and communicate with more ease to fellow agency members.

Outside of people with kinesium in their brains, AP uses sign language. Though they will only do this if they absolutely need to talk to someone outside of the agency. When it comes to Zor members they will refuse to reply to them at all. They will make rude hand gestures or faces in response, no coherent replies to anyone.

This is with exception to Dr.Prism. They regularly tried to reason with or converse with her specifically in Mission KBOOM. Dr.Prism doesn’t have kinesium in her head (i think?) so they used sign language to talk to her. She would know ASL because i think id be agency policy for the sake of deaf agents and AP.

Example of AP using sign to communicate. (I think here, they didnt want handler to know their reply but wanted to reply… by thinking of responding to handler he accidentally let him know what they said.. lol)

Sexuality and Gender

I don’t think AP would care enough to consider labeling their own gender or sexual orientation.

But they know they don’t identify with any gender and are gender less but do not mind being called “he”

So in simple terms they use They/He pronouns

As for sexuality, they like someone romantically once in a blue moon, and even then they arent very expressive about it. They knows from his like maybe 3 crushes in their life, they like whatever and whoever as long as they fit his type (No clue what his type is!! Probably;y more masculine people low key. Men kisser.)

Appearance

They look like this to me 😍

Gorgeous ain’t he?

Relationships

Bullet points for here bc im getting lazy

-Handler

they’re bestie baes! Honestly best buds! They’d kill for each other !

-John Juniper

homosexual.

-Fabricator

any conversation between them would be full of “KYS” “NO YOU KYS!!”

-Dr.Prism

enemies to besties basically

-Dr Zor

violent and evil dynamic happening here. Nothing but hatred between these two.

I care not for thinking about anymore or any other characters!

OK TY FOR READING THIS IF YOU READ IT ALL SORRY THE IEYTD BRAINROT IS REAL LOVE YOU

[yanderu-deredere]

line.

★ you and your friends accept the gracious invite a couple of strangers extended to you. they didn't seem all that bad and, in fact, you get a bit attached to them! they're really kind after all...

a/n: here's the second part. i'm writing this before ive published the first part so here's crossing my fingers, hoping that first part gets good reviews loool this should be published the day after so! hope i didnt make yall wait to long!

like i warned in the first part, these yanderes are inspired by slashers. the first part didn't include any violence but this part might. i'll include in the warnings if it does. please heed the warnings! thank you!

part one (hook.) ★ part two (here) ★ part three (sinker.) ★ part four (?)

pairing: casimir fiala x reader x emmaline fiala word count: 2393 warning: gender neutral reader, reader is attracted to males and females, readers friends suck even more, reader is kind of pervy in this one, final ship is poly

When the entire group finally entered the couple's house, you were met with a hallway entrance. Unlike the outside of the house, the inside was nice and well-maintained.

"Pretty sweet house." Dirk wolf whistled as he walked ahead and looked around, his bag slung behind his shoulder. Chloe giggled at him as if what he said was a joke. You honestly didn't understand.

Of course, Bran had to put his two cents. "Pretty sweet for a glorified security guard."

"Shut up, don't be rude." You couldn't help but defend the couple a little, a frown marring your lips as you watched Emm look curiously at her husband, only for Casimir to roll his eyes as if to say 'Don't get me started'

Before you could venture further into the home, you felt a rough shove from beside you. You tried your hardest not to fall over; not an easy feat considering the hefty pack on your back.

When you glanced at who shoved you, you weren't exactly surprised to see it was Kathy. She mouthed at you to shut up, probably annoyed that you were telling her boyfriend off.

She had a weird notion that only she was allowed to do that.

Rolling your eyes, you just gave a curt nod and went on your way, trying to stick close to the couple and avoiding your friends who were oddly striking nerve after nerve with you today.

You weren't surprised. After years of the four of them keeping you around to use you for their own bullshit, you had gotten tired of it and tried to distance yourself.

Why did you even let them talk you into going on this trip?

Maybe a part of you still felt some sort of friendship for them. After all, even though they'd been terrible to you, you were good friends with them for a long time and that wasn't something easily forgotten.

Call it stupidity or some misplaced sense of loyalty.

"Make yourselves at home." Emm gestured to everything before pointing to the stairs directly at the end of the hallway "The third floor's off limits 'cus that's where we're at but everything is on the second floor."

"There is two guest bedrooms there and a shared bathroom." Casimir elaborated as he hung up his rather drenched lab coat "Usually, we keep it for the in laws and close family. They stayed recently so the rooms should still be good and clean."

"Why would anyone want to visit here..." You spotted Chloe running her fingers along a table by the door with a bunch of knickknacks on it, frown evident on her face

Emm tossed her motorcycle keys Chloe's direction and she had to snatch her hand back just to prevent it from smacking the back of her hand.

"We're not allowed a lot'a vacation days so family have to visit us here if the wan'a spend time with us." Emm easily explained, shrugging as she hung up her motorcycle helmet before just unceremoniously placing her elbow pads right next to her keys.

You ignored how much that didn't make sense and opted to look into one of the door ways branching off of the hall way.

Dirk was right, though. Their house was pretty impressive for an abandoned little town.

It reminded you of those historical movies set in rural Georgia or something; a lot of wood furniture, with the open wooden beams in the ceiling, and a lot of family heirlooms cluttered everywhere.

The room you specifically looked into was a living room, complete with a fire place and a creepy looking mirror hung above it.

The couches at least looked nice but they also looked ancient, with the floral patterns looking like they came from someone's Grandma's linen closet.

"No windows?" Kathy walked up next to you, taking every step like she was about to walk into a trap.

You would've rolled your eyes if you didn't think she would've shoved you into the rather nice coffee table as retaliation.

You gestured to a rather large window to your left but she just scoffed at you "That's a door."

You walked closer to observe and were surprised to be proven correct. It was a door. You could see something like a garden through the gauzy curtain covering the panes of glass.

"The lack of windows make it a little gloomy in here." Bran appeared right next to Kathy, arms crossed as he pretended to shiver from how scared he was of the bad lighting.

Kathy just laughed but you shook your head.

As you turned around, the three of you were suddenly blinded with light and, though you couldn't say the same for Bran and Kathy, you definitely jumped a little.

At the entrance of the living room, Casimir stood, his hand on a light switch and a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I am in charge of dinner, as I am every night. I was going to cook a rather nice scotch fillet for me and my wife. I have some extras I was going to save for later this week." He explained, drawing his hand away from the way to tuck it behind his back "Any allergies? And how would you like your steak cooked?"

"No allergies in the group." All the anxiety in Kathy's body seemed to evaporate at the thought of getting free dinner "And I love having my steak done medium well, thank you!"

"Well done for me." Bran grumbled out, not happy his girlfriend was so easily won over by a steak dinner

You, on the other hand, felt a little nervous accepting such a wonderful dinner invitation so you moved forward, dropping your bag next to the couch "Are you sure it's okay for you to cook us dinner?"

"It's late, the rain is predicted to keep up all night. I most certainly won't let my wife drive in the middle of the night even if it does stop." Casimir held out a hand as if to stop you from whatever you wanted to say "Let us at least do you this one favor. We don't get a lot of visitors after all and we're paid well enough by our jobs to afford feeding a bunch of strays."

When he said that, you saw his green eyes flicker for a second to Bran and there was some sort of irritation there but then it flickered back to you and all you could see was sweet politeness.

So, of course, you relented but not without compromise "At least let me help you prepare dinner."

Casimir seemed surprised by that but then he grinned "If you insist."

Then, his hand, which he had held up a second ago, raised even further to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers seemingly lingering for a bit longer "How about I get the ingredients ready and you change out of those sopping wet clothes?"

"It won't do either of us good if you get a cold now would it?" He added and you felt your ears get a little hot with embarrassment.

He was right, you were getting a bit ahead of yourself. You gave a quick nod. Scurrying back, you picked up your bag and made a move to go upstairs.

As you passed by Bran, he shouldered you a little and you heard him whisper to you, "Don't flirt with him, you fucking freak."

You felt your face fall but you quickly tried to compose yourself.

You honestly should've been used to it by now. Bran always decided to knock you down a peg at random moments like that but, still, it always took you off your guard.

Before you could get up the stairs, a gentle hand cupped your elbow and you turned, curious to see who stopped you.

"Hi, sorry, darl', just wanted to say that you'll have to stay in a spare bed on the third floor." Emm smiled gently at you, the picture of a kind hostess "I hope you don't mind."

You quickly shook your head, trying to calm the heat on your face and ears "Of course not! You're already helping us so much after all the trouble we've put you guys through!"

Then, you leaned close, pretending as if you were going to tell her some terrible secret "Don't tell Bran I said this but it was honestly stupid of him to try and go through here as a short cut to Lovelock."

When you pulled back, there was an expression on Emm's face that you couldn't exactly decipher. Before you couldn't really think about it though, it was gone and she was back to smiling at you.

"Yeah, there's been millions'a people like him for sure." Emm nodded, hand gliding up to your forearm as she guided you up the stairs, probably to where your room was "I always think the fine's too big for'em to try but there's always anoth'r dum'ass every week."

You giggled a little at her words but your brain felt a little dizzy at the feel of her hand around your arm, the way her palm almost wrapped entirely around it, how firm her grip was on you.

She was one tough looking lady.

"Your other two friends are a'ready in their rooms, d'now if you were lookin' for them." She informed you as the two of you passed that landing before embarking on the second set of stairs to the third floor.

"How come you guys have such a huge house?" You couldn't help but wonder, the curiosity getting the best of you.

"This used't be the house of some big shot at the Pharma back in the day, before the factory closed. Someone with a big family, I reckon." She shrugged as the two of you got to the final step on the stairs "The Pharma gave us reign to the entire village and we were movin' in with my brother and sister at the time so we jus' picked the biggest house. The oth'r choices were way smaller or just straight up apartments."

You nodded before feeling a little surprised to see that the third floor looked like a second living room. There was another set of couches, a coffee table, TV set and a door leading to what you presumed was the master bedroom.

"I hope a pullout is okay with you?" Emm smiled apologetically at you "It's really comfortable, I promise."

Without thinking much about it, you took her hand into yours and gave it a little shake "It's really fine, truly. Like I said before, you've been more than hospitable to us. This is so much more than what we should expect."

Her smile grew wide and she swooped in, giving you a tight hug "I'm so glad you think so! You'd fit right in here, y'know."

You laughed, hugging her back. You didn't know exactly what she meant by that but she was just so nice and kind that you accepted her words easily.

"Now, I think I heard you say you'd help Cas out with dinner." She pulled away, her hands rubbing up and down your shoulders for a second before she turned you towards the closed door you spotted earlier "Let me show you the bathroom."

"Oh, wait, isn't that--"

"It's fine!" Emm waved off your concerns as she practically dragged you along, opening the door and gesturing to the other door on the far side "That's the bathroom, by the way."

Then she let you go to rifle around her drawers for something.

You couldn't help but look around a little, curious about their master bedroom. It looked like any other bedroom, albeit a little too clean. Big bed in the middle, nightstand on either side, dresser for both him and her. There was another door you assumed was a closet.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, I was just--" You were about to answer her except, when you turned to look at her, she was in the middle of taking off (or putting on?) her shirt and you panicked, your entire face feeling as hot as a kettle.

You turned around, squeaking out apology after apology as you scrambled into the bathroom, heart beating a mile a minute.

You locked the door and put down your bag, changing as fast as you could while trying to erase the image of Emm changing in your head. Still, you couldn't.

She was a married woman so you felt guilty but that didn't change the fact that she was very beautiful. Her body was built but curvy, pudgy but in a way where you could tell she had muscles underneath, with black and red tattoos swirling all over her tanned skin.

All you could remember was the lace of her black bra cupping her breasts, the way they were too big and seemed to overflow at the top of the cups.

Even her pants hung low, revealing the tops of her matching underwear and the hints of a tattoo on her wide hips.

You wanted to slap yourself.

She was a married woman! And she was being so gracious to you! Why were you lusting over her like some stupid high school kid? You idiot!

You tapped your head a few times as if you could tap the thought right out of your head before continuing with your changing.

When you exited with your bag, she was gone, probably weirded out by your staring. You sighed and just dropped your bag off at the couch right outside their bedroom.

Then, you walked downstairs. You wanted to check on Chloe and Dirk but, from the giggling right outside their room, you rather gouge your eyes out.

So, instead, you headed directly to the kitchen.

Casimir was already there, looking dressed and ready to cook. He had a different button up, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also had an apron around his waist and his hair was tied in a messy bun high on his head.

There was something both domestic and handsome about the way he was dressed.

"Ah, my dear Igor, you've gotten dressed." He smirked as soon as he spotted you, his hand doing a couple of final flicks to roll up his last sleeve "There's an apron there, on the chair--"

You spotted it quickly and put it on, though you struggled a bit to tie it at the back.

Casimir chuckled a little, all deep and rich, before going behind you and helping you tie it.

"So, if I'm Igor, does that mean you're Dr. Frankenstein?" You tried to keep the silence at bay as he tied your apron and you rolled your sleeves up to your elbows.

He chuckled again "Of course. Though, hopefully, our cooking doesn't end up as convoluted as the Creature."

As he got ready at the kitchen counter, you couldn't help but turn a little meek "Uhm, by the way, did you see where Emm went?"

Casimir didn't spare you a glance as he set out a board and some vegetables out, probably for you to cut or dice "Oh, I think she went out to park her motorcycle? Probably so it doesn't rust in this downpour."

You frowned but took your place beside Casimir who seemed intent on peeling the potatoes as best as he could "When-- When she was uhm showing me the bathroom-- I uhm-- I accidentally-- you know-- I uhm--"

That's when Casimir finally stopped and peeked at you, his green eyes justas intimidating as when you first saw him out on that main road, by the factory.

"I a-accidentally saw her ch-changing." You squeaked, unable to keep your gaze on him

Instead of anger, Casimir suddenly clapped a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you close, that same deep and rumbling chuckle leaving his lips "Is that all? It's fine. If she had a problem with it, you wouldn't be with me, chopping up vegetables."

"O-Oh, okay!"

"She's taken quite a liking to you. I can tell." He continued to peel the potatoes, chucking the peeled ones in a bowl before gesturing to some broccolini and asparagus that needed trimming "Don't worry, if she had a problem with you, she will let you know."

"I'm sure she's told you but you'd be a good fit here, you know."

"Yeah, she said that." You started chopping the bottoms of the asparagus absentmindedly "What does that mean?"

"Just that we both really like you. Your friends take you for granted. You're a really great person." Casimir shrugged before bumping his hip against yours "Have you ever thought of settling here in Lovelock permanently?"

"Oh, I mean, there's not really anything waiting for me back at home other than a college degree." You laughed nervously before shrugging too "I don't know, I think it'd be nice but I'm-- I've never-- I don't know."

You could see Casimir look unsure for a second, like he was panicked and didn't know what to say, before he sighed "Sorry if I said something-- Or-- I'm not good with words or with feelings."

"But you have a place to stay with Emm and I if you ever need it."

You grinned at him, nodding "I really appreciate it! Thank you!"

When you looked up at him, there was a strange expression on his face. KInd of similar to that expression on Emm's face earlier. You chalked it to you just being weird. Instead, you focused on your asparagus, excited about the dinner coming.

[sparring-spirals]

uhoh empire sib meta time.

Courtesy of that last rb by @iinfernal thinking very hard (very affectionately) about love in the form of, we are going to work to keep each other on track. Especially with Caleb and Beau. Because like. its not just about newfound acceptance, people who will give you the benefit of the doubt and help you improve, people who see your worst and love you anyway, people who will forgive you.

Like its about that! But its also about- i trust you to drag me back if i stray. i trust you to call me out, to push back. i am putting my back to you- you will protect it, and you will also pull me back if i wander.

The first big backstory reveal between Beau and Caleb was an exchange, not a kindness. it was, tell me why you are afraid of fire, and ill get you into the library. Caleb laid out some of the corners of his guilty conscience, to Nott, with all of her faith in him, (he is my boy), to Beau, with her skepticism and brusque curiosity, and it was not meant as a soft gesture. It was not a call for forgiveness, or absolution- it was an item for barter, a warning, an admission of guilt.

and Beau- still unsure, still rough around the edges and rude and defensive and angry, shell-shocked and out of her depth did not provide forgiveness, or kindness. She said something along the lines of- good god, you know thats fucked up, right? i didnt ask for this, what the fuck.

She said something like: you know what you need to do now, then, right? prevent this guy from hurting more people. This is what you've gotta do now, I think- this is what we'll do-

And Caleb gets into the library, and casts haste on Beau in a bar fight, and there is something to be said about love shaped like a willingness to disagree, to push back, to say things wrong but try to say it anyway.

Caleb, and Beau, arguing. Beau is suspicious and Caleb is ready to run, and "the problem with friends is you have to care about them". Running into old injuries and boundaries, working to learn them, to fight to communicate. Apologies that are awkward but sincere. Kindness that is misshappen but intentional.

Caleb and Beau, butting heads, poking fun, trusting the other person to be suspicious of them, when it really counts.

"Can we keep each other straight?"

Some fifty episodes apart: have faith in us, just a little bit? dont run.

follow your own advice. don't go.

Caleb, vision and hearing gone and flung out ahead, placing a hand on Beau's shoulder. Lead me well, lead me straight, bring me back if I stray. Caleb and Beau, going in circles about what to do as the world ends, ambition and magic and time and guilt, and entities at war. Worried about evil, about going wrong, needing the clear vision of someone who loves you and will not eternally forgive you.

"I'm worried I am exactly what he said I was."

"Not yet."

God just. Love as keeping each other on track. Beau and Caleb, as the only ones to get the eyes, afflicted by searching too hard for knowledge. what a horror, to have you and your tether tossed into an unknown spiral. what a comfort- if it was any of them, at least it was both. The Mighty Nein, making contingency plans, Yasha sticking close to caleb and cooing over his animal forms and ready, ready, for the worst. What a nightmare. Thank god. "Im glad it was us."

"You drove me insane."

"I hated you. You sucked."

What love. What immense care. Years on in, and it all still comes back to:

"You got my back?"

"What's the play, Beauregard?"

[drifloonz]

would luv more general steven(or s!3v3n) x reader hcs..

i am so sorry you caught me in the middle of vc. some of these. also i accidentally closed the fucking tab and had to rewrite all of this. i hate being a writer on tumblr.

some of these are by my friends. some of them r by me. some are funny. some are serious. Some are all and or both

i just realized these are only general steven headcanons i am so fucking sorry i was tired and it was like 4-6 am. take them anyways i'll edit like a few actual x reader ones in

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he doesn't get outwardly super scared, but he DOES shiver or make discontented noises when he's scared. playing horror games with him is kinda funny. if you make him play a vr horror game he will hate you forever and ever. it's rly funny tho.

he tries way too hard. with everything. pre-incident? being a role model, being cool, being a trainer, being a champion for like one month, being stereotypically romantic, etc. post-incident? being scary, being intimidating, etc.

despite this he is still very dorky and awkward. at least pre-incident. it was common. type of guy to lean on a wall but he falls

he wears light cologne. i'd say he wears axe 3-in-1 but that'd be way too rude to both me and other stevenlikers.

pre-incident he trips over his words sometimes, sometimes his tones too flat, sometimes he speaks too loudly or quietly, etc etc. Basically. 'tism.

he's good at clue, the board game.

pronounces gif like "g.i.f" ( like it's an acronym ). please, god, make fun of him for this.

his hands are always cold for no fucking reason post-incident. if you hold his hands in the summer it kind of helps the heat go away. love wins

really wanted a guitar. he's a dork so he does air guitar sometimes when no ones looking or does guitar motions while holding a long thing that isn't a guitar. He would play guitar hero and be absolutely mid at it but blue and red think he's the coolest fucking thing ever for it. This is inspired by somebody elses hc i think(????). if u read this. ur a real one and r so true.

because of this if you actually got him a guitar i think he'd make a small genuine smile. he has executive dysfunction and depression so itd probably take a while for him to actually do anything with it, but he rlly appreciates the gesture.

also kinda has a good singing voice but is better at backing vocals.

he organizes things a bit too much, which stopped during his spiral phase, but for example his pc boxes are like. a living dex, or just by pokedex number. he prob never completed his dex tho. mike though who did/almost did, has Entirely unorganized boxes. after the incident he obviously stopped caring bc depression so like. yeah. so his rooms a little unorganized and his house in general. he will silently appreciate it if you organize it for him.

never allowed miki to have eggs bc 1; gen 1 limitations. idk how that'd work in universe but that'd probably be why it didnt happen in the pokepastas. 2; as you can tell. he's kinda overprotective of miki. also charizards aren't like. very regular pokemon you find and he wouldn't want to breed her with a ditto. and would only want to allow her to if she actually found a for-life mate.

and for the x reader-ification of this in the edit bc i misread the ask, he'd also do it if ur dating him and u have a pokemon. for example, whatever starter you have and miki would b cute. straight couple.. yuri couple.. yaoi couple... love is love and miki doesnt care. its cute and they act all cuddly and snuggly with eachother probably. kinda reminds you of u an steven too

speaking of miki is larger than normal charizards and probably is built a little different literally and figuratively. stevens tall. miki is taller though. at the very least post incident Corpse Miki is. how unique she was did not help stevens rage ( getting a new one would not be nearly the same especially due to that + he would never. ) but it was a smaller factor in everything. also i do not think that thang can lay eggs post-incident. sorry if u wanted a fucked up missingno charmander.

even if the trade incident happened but miki came out alive he'd still go on a depression spiral. he probably wouldn't kill mike in the end, but he'd be much quieter, and would be even more paranoid. would probably willingly move away from mike or separate their rooms at the least. if u were dating him during this time you could probably at least still recover him from this state since its less serious but the tension would be palpable for a while.

mike is your number 1 wingman for steven swooning. he's kind of bad at being a wingman. or he's good at it. whichevers funnier in your opinion tbh. but he knows what steven likes ( at least he hopes he does ) so he gives you tips and tricks for wooing him. or he gives steven tips and tricks on wooing you because he knows both of you n hangs out with both enough to know.

this is a headcanon with basically no basis but theres a part of me that kind of likes steven and mike being born in johto or somethin'. which is why he goes to johto in doors open after the incident. he's running away from his past + kanto + it's his home region. At least for a while. so he sometimes likes to travel around with miki and you there, or to other places.

he double-checks a lot of things way too much. like if things are locked, if things are properly in place, and if wires are properly connected and not fucked up or tangled or broken ( iykyk ). if you check for him and reassure him everythings fine he'll calm down slightly, but his paranoia goes "okay but what if they didnt check enough."

if you told s!3v3n he was being a bad boy like a fucking dog when he does smth you dont like he probably would actually look like a dejected puppy for a moment and sit in a corner ( /j. maybe. )

s!3v3n's got big fuckin shadowy hands. and claws. good for backscratching or massages oddly enough, if asked for....????

steven will try to impress you by playing a videogame and doing something cool. he probably fails or almost fails at it. but its kind of endearing and cute anyways.

he's left-handed ( definitely not projecting ). for symmetry, mike is right-handed. also miki is ambidextrous. How can a Charizard be ambidextrous you ask? You know. For fun. Daisy is also ambidextrous though which is the more normal option.

i mean... steven is probably also ambidextrous with anything other than writing/drawing ( PROJECTING HARDER ).

ultimately kind of silly ( He has murdered three )

hope you enjoy :)

[zheida]

12, 24, and 49 for Adrian? 👀

12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

when people are outright rude to him LOL not as a condescending gesture or anything, he usually just laughs because he thinks people are being playful and poking fun at him or something and he likes to be a good sport about it. He pretty much never really assumes when people are being mean that they are ACTUALLY being mean, its just how they talk or they are trying to get a reaction so he just laughs !!

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

absolutely not, he is probably offering the last one to all his brothers in the house currently and wouldnt dream of it. and its probably some fancy french cookie that costs way too much.

49. Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

YES................ AND HE WILL MAKE A LOT OF FACES. he will definitely say a lot of complimentary things in the process though, if it ever gets out that he didnt like it and offended someone he might die on the spot.

[pinkxtrauma]

@blueheartedmayor send: Another evening, another formal occasion the younger Brooks twin was dragged to. This time was... the opening of a women's fashion boutique? Why did his parents want to go to this? Why did he have to go to this? All he could do was keep to the side and find excuses to slip under the radar. The years in university had helped with showing he didn't need to do what was expected of him.

While taking a long-winded trip to return an empty glass to a table, he spotted a young woman sitting to the side. There was no ignoring her body language - she was in the same boat as he was. If he could start a conversation, even a fake one, then maybe he could get both of them out of a predicament.

"Excuse me?" The young lawyer was mindful of how he approached. He wanted to try and make her feel like they were speaking on equal terms. "If I may be so bold... May I assume that you have also been forced to attend this event? And, if so, may I sit with you so we can both avoid awkward conversations?" (blueheartedmayor, have a babey from the 1920s)

She hated these things.

She hated spending time with her family. She hated being taken away from book reading in her apartment with her flat. However, with her father very generiously paying for her flat to keep her on his side, she was forced into these things constantly.

Kiran often sat to the side. It would be sooner or later before some man would introduce himself. This was why she was invited. Her father was desperate for her to marry as it already looked terrible that she was 25 and not interested in marrying.

She drank very lightly off to the side and enjoyed idle conversation. She was tempted to sneak off until she spotted another man approach her. And here it comes...

Kiran misinterputed his intentions immediately and put her guard up at the approach of the man.

"Hmm.."

It might have looked at if she was trying to be rude or dismissive but she just didnt' trust mens intentions at these parties.

"Yes. It is my fathers party so naturally yes, I am to attend," She said and then regarded the next set of questions, "If you would like to sit with me, It would be rude to say no..." She gestured to the chair next to her.

[dear-mortality]

The shepherd prince

Chapter seven: introductions

Chapters

Enfys took a deep breath as she was walking to others place. They knew that ether may not like the idea of going straight to the people who attacked them and enfys. But they went on anyway.

When enfys reached ether she found him laying face down in the grass with the sheep around him. It was a funny sight.

"Is it that nice out here to take a nap?" Enfys said as he was sitting next to ethers head

"I feel like letting the sheep squish me but they wont..." ether answered in a muffled voice before turning his head to enfys "NOW what?"

Enfys looked a little embarrassed that ether saw right through him

"Well.....you see.....we are going to go to the person who sent that assassin"

"What." Ether interrupted, his eyes widening

"I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY BUT THAT ASSASSIN DIDNT MEAN TO HURT YOU OR ME THEY JUST WANTED US TO SLEEP FOR A FEW BUT THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED THAT MESSED WITH THE SPELL AND-"

"Shhhh." Ether said while holding enfys cheeks and getting closer, enfys blushed a little but not enough for ether to notice. he let go and stood up "if you think its important then I'm coming with. I trust you enough. Plus I......never mind....." he looked depressed as he said that "I'll go see what clothes would fit that would hide....*gesturing at his werewolf arm* this."

"O-okay then!" Answered enfys, just a little flustered "I'll wait for you near the exit of the ruins. We'll go to my place first before heading off because I'll need alot of supplies."

"Okay. See you later then." Ether left after saying that but enfys felt uneasy with how ether is acting. He wondered if he'll need a silver dagger with those supplies........

Ether shows up in a royal Cape that time didn't spare and neither did the moths infront of enfys who did a little shriek because ether has soft steps

"YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK" enfys said before realizing what ether is wearing

"Dont look at me like that. I didnt find anything else." Ether said with his eyes showing that he may have cried earlier

"I think it's good. Fitting for the occasion." Enfys said smiling at him and holding his hand

Ether smiles back "thank you "

"Now let's go! Mom is waiting for us" he said while trying to pull ether

Ether rolled his eyes with the smile still on as he acted as if he was getting pulled

They reached enfys's house and ether BARELY fits through the door frame.

"Sorry about that we never expected visitors that tall" said someone who was standing by while ether entered. It was enfys's sister ammora, she wore a pretty but simple dress and had a bow in her hair, her ears had matching earrings with many piercings. "I dont know if we have a seat that can take you either...." she laughed nervously

"Its ok. I'm used to sitting on the floor anyway. Your ceiling wouldn't let me sit in a chair either way"

"wow sorry our little house isn't up to standards way-too-big-prince" misk said as she walked in from another room

"Oh no I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound rude I was just uhhhh trying to explain the situation further sorry if it sounded mean or anything" ether said nervously trying to not move his hands too much so he doesn't break anything

"She was teasing you ether. Mom the prince is well-mannered she wouldn't understand that so early on"

Misk sighs "you young ones are no fun anymore. Come now enfys I have a few things ready for you."

"I'll be right there!" Enfys said as they were leaving "make yourself at home ether! Ammora treat our guest please."

Ether looked around a little

"I'll bring you something to drink. There's this bubbly water thing we have that tastes nice." She said as she left too leaving ether sitting on the floor

Ether heard the door open behind him so he turned around

"You will not believe the day I had today everyone-" said gasser before noticing the prince on the ground "uh hello? Who are you?"

Ether got a little nervous "I'm uh the prince your wife cursed with his entire kingdom. I'm ether." Ether realized that what he said didn't sound very good and he was even more nervous

Gasser looked shocked by the description "wow you do not hold any punches do you."

"Sor-sorry...." ether said while looking down

"Well hey I'm gasser. I'm enfys's father. Nice to finally meet you ether." He put his arm out to shake

Ether hesitated using his werewolf arm but gasser pulled it

Ether looked happy and shaked him firmly while smiling "it's nice to meet you too."

Ammora came back with the drinks and ether tried it out but he couldn't take burping so much. as ammora and her dad laughed at it he laughed too.

In the other room with enfys and misk they used a spell to make the dagger activate on it's own, the dagger in zaroths chamber ripped open a hole showing him to enfys, he was naked with only some accessories on and and a sheet hiding his crotch while taking a nap

Zaroth looked flustered for a second but coughed and called to zaroth who started waking up

"Hm? What is this? Is this a dream? Because you're rather dreamy o witch who rivaled my general"

Enfys looked unphased but his heart skipped a beat "very charming. But flattery can only get you so far. Me and the werewolf are ready to depart and reach you in a 3 days. I was hoping you'd free your schedule for our meeting"

Zaroth smirked and leaned back on his pillows with his arms behind him "I'll be sure to do that. I find you both so interesting I cant help but do as you wish."

Enfys rolled his eyes with a small smile "how convenient. Then maybe I'll test how far your dedication may go when I'm there." Enfys threw an egg shaped piece of wood with markings on it through the portal and zaroth held it

"Nice reflexes." Said enfys

"What is this" zaroth wondered

"Its a quick spell. Just cast magic on it for a few seconds and it will activate"

"I know that much. What's the spell itself." Zaroth tried reading the markings

"Oh just a spell to ensure our safety by making sure everyone obeys your specific rule to not harm us or jail us or anything of the sort." Enfys looked proud of himself while saying that

Zaroth laughed hard and hysterically. "And let me guess. You already used a spell on it to suck my magic against my will if I refuse."

"Precisely. Thanks for catching it so perfectly."

Zaroth went back to laughing and their eyes teared up. "Oh *gulps* oh you are GOOD!" He casts his magic on it and it faded away. "Here you go. Now I have only one request."

Enfys smiled "what may that be?"

"What's your name? And the werewolf's name too."

"My name is enfys. His is ether. And yours?"

Zaroth looked surprised. "You dont know my name?"

"No. The tales tell of a ruler but never their name. They call you the fool upon the throne. From what I'm seeing its because you're so entertaining and not foolish. How ironic."

Zaroth chuckled "I'll take that compliment with me to the grave enfys. I'm zaroth. It's amazing meeting you."

"Yes yes nice to meet you too. Now dont forget about our meeting. We'll be on our way now so if you'll excuse me."

"Aw what noooo" he said as enfys closed the portal

Enfys sighed and went out to see ether having fun with his sister and dad. He felt bad for telling him it's time to go but ether was still happy to have been around them for even a little bit. They set on their journey. Ether carried enfys's bag because it looked too heavy.

Zaroth looked happy as he went about his duties. His sister noticed and was suspicious but was just glad he's happy.

And soon. These people will learn what they are to each other.

Ether and enfys left at dusk hoping to make it to zatieon in the morning

[takasgf]

Might as well just talk about the Morket confession already. Loooooong post ahead

For context, in the months before IW, Morgs and R.ocket have gotten very, very close. They are a lot more comfortable with eachother, sometimes they even are affectionate and Morgen tells him pretty much every day that she loves him. Not necessarly in an overly romantic way, but she feels the need to remind him that. He almost never says it back. Sometimes a few "me too"'s slip from his mouth, but that would be all. He doesnt need to be vocal for Morgs to know that he loves and appreciates her as a friend too, especially since they've made so much progress together. She does have the biggest crush on him, and has had it for the past 4 years (it developed during/immediately after? vol 2; just seeing how caring he was towards Baby G.root made her heart absolutely melt and she slowly fell in love with him as the days passed) but she doesnt act on it. She keeps her affectionate gestures rather platonic, as platonic as forehead good night kisses can be though😆 Thing is, she doesnt mind if he loves her back romantically or not, she just wants to make him feel appreciated and for him to appreciate her back. The only person she tells about her crush is G.amora, since she's the most trustworthy of them all.

Considering he never showed her any kind of romantic affection back (although he starts to compliment her a lot when he drinks a bit too much), Morgen just assumed he's not interested and didnt do anything that implied she loves him more than just a friend. She was content and happy with just his friendship.

Rocky was confused. Very confused. He reciprocated her platonic affection because he got comfortable with her but what he didnt know was that he would eventually be hit with real sudden romantic thoughts. Kind of a realization moment, not exactly a build up. That scared him terribly. He couldnt allow himself to feel that kind of love towards anyone, let alone Morgen.

Her openness with her feelings and affection convinced him that she genuinely just wants to be friends with him and thats how she expresses herself. He thought that if she did have romantic feelings, she'd be more reserved and shy about it. He brushed his feelings off for a while, he really does not want to be in touch with his own emotions. He does not want to get attached, scared of the pain that will come after losing her. He got sick of his own attitude and made the HORRIBLE decision to start being a jerk to her again. To push her away. To make her hate him so that he wouldnt have to deal with his feelings anymore. He suddenly began to ignore her, insult her, reject any sort of affection she tried to initiate, overall just being really cold towards her. Comically so; it was too mean and rude even for him, but its what he thought he had to do. He was feeling awful and remorseful, but he didnt give up his act.

Morgen thought she did something wrong and he got mad at her and tried to get him to talk about it. Before this, they used to be very clear and verbal when something upset them and they'd quickly talk it out and solve it. But this time he had nothing to say. Because she didnt do anything wrong except love him. She tried for days to get him to talk to her, she was really worried and panicked the whole time, desperately trying to fix what she thought broke in their friendship. But it was of no use. She realised he was being mean to her on purpose, not because he was mad and couldnt control his emotions - he was making an active choice to be a jerk to the person that loved him the most. And that angered her. He clearly wasnt going to talk about it so she decided to give him the same treatment for the first time. It wasnt like she accepted his rude behaviour and remarks before, she always called him out on it when it went too far, but she never got this mad before. Let alone reciprocate his coldness. Lets just say, the rest of the G.uardians were pretty shocked. They all pretty much bicker with one another, but it was suuuuper unusual for R.ocket and Morgen to be THIS upset at each other. Morgen vented about her feelings to G.amora, trying to make some sense of the situation while Q.uill tried to get some sort of explanation from Rocky.

Overall it was a very tense atmosphere that continued for WEEKS😭 For a few days Morgen still came into Rocky's room before bedtime, to give him her usual good night forehead smooch but he did not accept any of that, growled at her to get the hell out of his room while she sat there looking at him like "☹️". She gave up eventually. She also had to stop bringing him snacks while he worked because he wouldnt even touch them anymore. Flake note here, writing this SUCKS and its ripping my heart into pieces but it will get better i promise.

Things fizzled out as the days passed, but they were still upset at each other - they just got used to it (🙁this sentence made me shed real tears). Fast forward to the day T.hor bumps into the G.uardians' spaceship window. They talk, blah blah watch the movie, and it gets to the point R.ocket, G.root and T.hor are about to leave to N.idavellir to get T.hor's new m.inecraft pickaxe or whatever. Usually Morgen would join them but this time she prefers to stay with the rest of the team, which is a first. Even if she's still mad at him, she tells R.ocket to take care ("...or else!") before he leaves. The whole time they are separated, Morgen is constantly thinking about him and hoping he was doing okay. They very rarely had separate missions and she was stressed out. Fast forward to purple guy snapping his fingers and killing half the population of the universe. In that moment, Rocky was on Earth with the a.vengers and Morgen was on Titan (planet where the G.uardians and the T.ony S.trange P.eter crew tried to fight T.hanos). All these words make me re-live 2018 wowow. She was left with the other two survivors, T.ony and Nebs. That was the moment that made her finally break down and she spent the next few days doing nothing but crying (or the zteamer person equivalent of crying) and constantly having to repair her shell cracks. Her entire face had entirely cracked at one point and she waddled around the spaceship looking like W.ithered B.onnie. I wonder what funny jokes mr Iron made about this situation.

Anyways, Captain M.arvel comes and brings the spaceship back to earth and its reunion time!!!! Important shit, finally. Morgen almost screams with joy seeing that R.ocket is still alive and gives him the biggest hug ever. She's almost out of energy at that point but she's insanely happy and grateful to see that he was okay. The first thing he does is apologize to her for being such a jerk in the past few weeks, but she shushes him and tells him it's all okay.

They are still in shock after the recent events, since they just lost their entire found family but they get to sit down and have a serious talk a few days after. R.ocket makes a genuine apology to her about his behaviour and the way he treated her. Morgen forgives him fully but still wants to know what the hell upset him so much. He really cant say it at first, but he painfully tries to explain to her what he feels. He is honest about their relationship, the way she makes him feel, the consequences of all her care and affection that resulted in him being incredibly attached to her. Then, he told her why that scared him so much. He was teriffied of the idea of falling in love AND losing that person and having to deal with the pain that comes after. Morgen understood and she couldnt stay mad at him. She comforted him as much as she could and reassured him that love is never in vain and there is no point in running away from it, pushing all of those who care about you away, just because of a hypothetical situation. Yeah, he definitely could lose her, space is a dangerous place, but why deprive yourself of love entirely? Why not enjoy the present? She encouraged him to be brave and open about how he feels. At least to her. At least now. After they lost everything else. He finally told Morgen how much he loves her. How sorry he is for treating her with coldness when all she did was take care and comfort him whenever he needed. She told R.ocket that she loves him too. And she has, for such a long time. He was pretty impressed at how patient she was with him. And grateful. Very grateful that she was part of his life and she was willing to get the stubborn idea that he was unlovable out of his head. That would be when they officialy started a relationship.

Of course N.ebula heard the entire conversation and got a lot of second hand embarassment from it, but as the years passed she grew very fond of them. They were the only 3 g.uardians left alive after the snap, so they became close friends. Even after the rest of the team came back, during E.ndgame, Nebs was still the only one who knew about Morgs' and Rocky's relationship. They preffered to keep it hidden from the rest but that didnt last too long. It was pretty damn obvious they were even closer than before. That and T.hor kept mentioning it by accident (they never told him they were a couple, he just assumed it💀in e.ndgame they both team up with him to get one of the stones. "Rabbit, is she your girlfriend?🤔")

This one is a bit more of an extra fact, but outsiders had a hard time accepting their relationship once they were more open about it. Aeneas was fricking flabbergasted and also felt slightly insulted that Morgen rejected HIM (ultimate beauty what can i say) and got with "THE LITTLE BEAST??!!,?," but he was too busy running the planet (after IW Aeneas is finally able to become the leader of Zteamer) to focus too much on it. Anyone outside their aquaintances was a little weirded out about the couple (Earth people being the most weirded out) but they didnt let that affect them too much. It was all the same problem of not seeing R.ocket as an actual person with feelings and thoughts. Those who knew Morgen's species though were less judgemental because they disliked equally Zteamer people and animal-looking people and had no respect for either of them. Point is, it was a struggle. But they managed, because they loved the other too much. And nobody outside their relationship was allowed to interfere with it.

They care for eachother so so much and they are glad they are able to express it without shame now. They hug after battles and they make little hearts with their hands when they are at a distance to say "i love you". They have a thing called "big heart little heart" where one (usually Morgen) makes a big heart symbol with their entire arms (like ballerinas who put their hands over their head in a circle shape but here its a heart) and the other (usually R.ocket) has to respond with a little heart, more subtle, made from their hands (just the usual heart pose people do). Sometimes there's a third littlest heart which is just the korean heart sign (made from fingers only). They dont like pda, but they still find ways to show their affection for one another ♡

Thank you for suffering alongside me. 🦝🐞

[n3rdsw1th4f3rn]

Its a beautiful day in Faerner's small village, despite the coming punishment for the small town. The village had angered the king and he is doubling the farming tax, so faener's work had doubled. He was barely given enough to survive as it is and this tax would only make it worse for their little village.

Faerner was done with the day's work and sitting under the massive tree in the center of everyone's homes. He had been trying to teach himself how to read in his free time so he can eventually leave this dismal bump on the path to the kingdom, when he sees a small group of travelers.

He made sure to stay out of sight because there was always one who would claim to have the gift of sight and try to tell him he's "the chosen one." He had climbed up the central tree to get away but heard one of the travelers talking to Ceveat.

"We do not have any 'chosen one's here, do you not see the state of our humble home?" Ceveat gestures to the small, slightly crumbling houses surrounding the tree. "Does this look to you like a place a chosen one would come from? We are barely able to survive, let alone produce some great hero."

The traveler scoffs slightly " it matters not where they come from, any place has the potential to produce great people, as you so elegantly put it." The traveler pauses, then in a much nicer tone "is there an inn for us to stay tonight?" Ceveat smiles slightly " you can either find materials and build your own or stay in someones barn."

Faerner hears a small crack and grabs the branch above him, just in time for the branch he was sitting on to fall through the leaves and branches down to the ground below. Nearly hitting the strange traveller.

The traveler looks up and her face lights up. "The chosen one!" Faerner rolls his eyes and starts climbing down. No point in hiding now, these people dont give up. Once he is on the ground he is bombarded with babbling by the traveler. Eventually he gets fed up with all the words coming out of this womans mouth.

Its the same words they all say. He cuts her off "maam i am not who you are searching for, i have lived in this village as long as i can remember. Its not much but it is home. I am happy enough here with the people who helped a starved orphan boy grow up, where i work every day to try to pay them back for their kindness. Whatever you think i am 'chosen' for is not nearly as important." Faerner pauses "have a blessed day"

As he walks away he is accutely aware that the traveler begins to follow him. He walks to his little home, closest to the path leading to the kingdom on the outskirts of the village. It was the home his adoptive parents had left to him, his mother was a healer and he had taken up her trade. He didnt know who his true parents were but now that he was older he had convinced himself they must have left him here for good reason.

Now he is older he can appreciate that decision, whether they had made it for him or themselves. Once he reaches his home, he turns to the traveller. "Not that im agreeing, but what is it that you even think im chosen for?"

The traveller stops in her tracks. " you are meant to rid us of our current king of course. He is rude and harsh, he has even taken what little your home has to offer. He must be stopped." This shakes Faerner to his very core, none of the travelers before this woman had ever TOLD him what he was 'meant' to do.

He slowly opens the creaky door to his home. "You and you alone may stay here for the night if you tell me more." The traveller follows him inside. "And what is your name?" She looks slightly startled for a moment. "My name is Maoirah"

By the next morning Maoirah had convince Faerner to come with them to the kingdom. He had set aside as many common poltices he could outside of his door incase the villagers needed it while he was gone, as he did not know how long he would be gone for.

The journey had taken about a week, in that time he had grown quite fond of the group he was travelling with. Maoirah was a court magician, Selvit a house maid, Daihok a guard, and keiloph a tender to the palace horses. He and maoirah had gotten the closest, and had found out Selvit and Maoirah had secretly gotten married on their journey to find me. He was happy for them.

Once inside the capitol, Maoirah took him as her personal guest to her area of the palace. It had become her part because all the other people, save for the king, was too scared she would curse them for daring to come too close.

As Faerner walked through the palace, dazed by the immaculate design and oppulence, Maoirah pulled him into a room full of different herbs and ingredients he could use for years worth of medicine for his people.

You are just a humble peasant boy and in general you are very happy with your life. The only problem is that you are constantly being pestered by travelers trying to tell you that you are some sort of chosen one.

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i dont like anger anymore. i dont like hearing mom cursing out at her cooking and complaining about the house being too small for the hundredth time. i dont like seeing him upset with me because i forgot to say i love you. i dont like watching dad gets mad because i didnt understand when he gestured for me to help him with the groceries. i dont like it when people are rude and it just hurts me a lot. i dont like it