#hope this is enough LOL (I still have a lot more hcs in my mind)

[sincerealev]

OHMG HI I love your deh fanart please feed me with some headcanons for my five bbs 😔🙏🙏

Hello!! Thank you so much, that means a lot <3 /gen

I've made some posts already with hcs of the sillies, you can find them here:

Evan hcs

Connor and Zoe hcs

Jared and Alana hcs

So, HERE'S MORE HEADCANONS THEN 😼😼

(ty to my awesome gf for helping me think of hcs cuz my mind was almost blank at the moment of writing this 😭🫶)

Connor helps Evan study for math tests, and Ev helps him with literature assignments in return <3

Evan constantly "steals" his boyf's clothes, and jokingly claims that there’s “an imaginary contract between them” that states that, the moment they started dating, Connor's clothes also became his

They enjoy watching horror movies together <33 (Connor got him more into horror movies). They'll have sleepovers a lot, and have horror movie marathons past midnight

"Hey, Ev... What if we watched [horror movie] and kissed during the scary parts? 🖤"

Their favorite horror movie to watch together is Scream (1996)

Alana and Evan are besties 🫶 Like, very close friends

Sometimes they'll have sleepovers, and Alana will tell him gossip about the school (which she's got a ton of). Even of people Evan doesn't know of, but he eats it all up 😭. But they'll also gossip about their crushes/partners,,

(before Evan and Connor started dating) Alana would sometimes give Connor advice to ask Evan out and stuff

And Zoe would give Evan advice on how to talk to and ask out Connor

Alana and Evan are library buddies, and during college they both got jobs at a Barnes And Noble

Zoe and Jared are one chaotic duo. They'll text and facetime a lot, sending each other memes, and also will plot different pranks to pull on their friends lol

All five have pets:

Evan has his golden retriever, Aspen, which I've talked about before 🫶, Connor has a white ragdoll cat, Winter, which I've also talked about... Alana has a bunny named Cocoa, Zoe has a ball python named after a Greek god (I always forget which one), and Jared has a tortoise named Sheldon (of course (also Sheldon turned out to be a girl lol) )

(more under the cut cuz this post is getting long)

Zoe and Jared will put their pets up against each other and have them race

Jared for some reason can do a near perfect Mickey Mouse impression 😭 And he likes using it all the time around his friends. For example...

Con: (after Jared said something that annoyed Connor) Kys.

Jar: [Mickey Mouse impression] Ohoh!! That wasn't very nice, pal! ☝️🐭

Zoe is also guilty of stealing clothes... She's stolen some of Jared's graphic tees, and is yet to return them 💔

The whole gang loves going to Alana's house, because the energy there is just perfect: All cozy, and feels like home. Alana's grandma is very fond of them all too <33 And will give them all delicious food and deserts when they go visit

Murphy twins headcanons!!! Zoe will sometimes read through Connor's diary, which he doesn't know...

The twins will pull pranks on each other a lot (their parents are already used to this)

One time, Connor put fake spiders in Zoe's bed while she was sleeping. That next morning wasn't very pleasant

Connor and Zoe will ALSO constantly steal from each other's closets; Lucky for them, they're very close in size

They love going to the mall together and being goofballs

On family road trips, the twins will always argue over who gets to control the music

Though they won't admit it to anyone or each other, everyone around them can tell they get along very well and love each other <3

Oh yeah... I don't remember if I've said this one before, but they also argue a lot over who was born first (they're both convinced it was themselves), but their parents have never told them because that'd just be fueling the fire more lol

Now for Evan and Zoe... They give each other music recommendations

Zoe will recommend music from Feeltwood Mac or TV Girl, and Evan will recommend Radiohead songs

Zoe treats Evan as if he was her own brother (where Zoe is the older sibling, obviously 🙄 (Evan is literally older))

Zoe will never grasp the concept of Evan and Connor being together. How can such a nice and polite guy like Evan be with such a mean old ogre like.. her BROTHER?? 😞

Since Evan is close with Alana, Zoe’s gayass will ask certain questions,, such as, “What’s Alana’s favorite candy?”

Jared and Evan hcs: Jared honestly considers himself to be part of Evan's family. They have a cousin type of relationship, and Jared honestly looks up to him (He’d never admit that)

They play video games at Jared’s house, and one of their favorite games to play is Cuphead (you know who is who. Evan's also VERY bad at that game, but he still enjoys playing)

There will be moments where they both geek out over something they both enjoy, like a new comic book series releasing or something

Evan will always be the first person Jared goes to for advice

From when they were younger, Jared had stolen multiple of Evan’s toys and to this day is YET to return them (they both forgot, obviously)

And finally, some more Treebros hcs to finish off:

Evan is often Connor’s “muse”, when he draws or paints (he's got MULTIPLE drawings of Evan, and when Connor shows them to him he gets very shy <3 But Evan is always VERY impressed)

Sometimes they go on late night drives and will park in empty parking lots,, and then kiss <3

Connor has convinced Evan to try shotgunning with him, and it was definitely an experience 🦋

Evan is obsessed with doing his boyfriend’s hair and styling it, he'll do ponytails or even braids

[ravenwitch45]

Do you mind doing where Crimson has a Imp husband who is also his sugar daddy? (Weird idea ik lol)

Oh my! XP Weird Idea indeed but oddly fitting considering Crimson was kinda struggling finacially, why the wedding plan happened and all. Sure thing! I like writing Crimson being humbled and all.

Crimson with an Imp Husband Sugar Daddy S/O

It just kinda happened after the wedding plan was a bust. He needed money, so he ran into you at some fancy club, noticed several details hinting you were rich (Also had his men to read up on you cause he didn't want to be a sucker again) He offers a deal, you add the condition of him being your sugar baby, which flusters him greatly btw.

He swallows his pride after you explain the situation, though a day later cause he doesn't want to seem too desperate and bam, Crimson has a sugar daddy XP

Your very respectful to him, never treating him like a toy or servant, only asking if he could come over like once a week or sometimes visiting him but you take the no if he refuses, which he rarely does, still trying to treat this like a basic business deal so he's trying his best to fulfill his end.

You find it adorable how he tries so hard to be stonefaced even though he blushes like crazy doing stuff like kisses and cuddles, grumbling a lot. You often politely ask him for affection and stuff, but when he does it unprompted, you get all blushy and tease him on it, having him yell it doesn't mean anything as you kiss him on the cheek.

He's very rigid at first, a lot like Blitz is with Stolas, but after you make it clear you actually want him, and not just a person to fuck, he cools off, for a while it's more friends with benefits then anything, you chat and sometimes kiss and fuck (Which he won't admit he enjoys a lot more then he expected) but neither really consider yourselves truly dating.

You don't want to push him, and He's takes a while with his multisexual awakening, realizing he actually likes you, confessing to you drunk which you find adorable before bringing him to bed so he can sleep before the hangover in the morning, and then you discuss and get on the same page. Him blushing at how happy you seem about it, never really having that really, for good reason but still.

And after that it's a nice domestic relationship for a good while, he's a lot more relaxed with his empire going smooth with your funds added, and going to you as the day winds down to relax, you two going on dates and experimenting with stuff as couples do. You usually just bringing up his sugar baby status to fluster him.

C:Y-Y/N! You know I don't like you calling me that in public...

Y/N: Okay! Hey everybody this is my sexy boyfriend Crimson!

C, pulling his hat down with a blush as you put arm around him:

Y/N: You cute little grump~

C:I hate you...

Eventually one time you casually call him your hubby or husband, and he kinda freezes. He really likes you and the last person who called him that... well she didn't have a great time. And for a while he kinda closes himself off as he rakes his mind over it.

A few weeks after that he treats you to a surprise fancy dinner and proposes. Coming clean his last marriage didn't go well and it was his fault entirely, but he wants to do better with you, more then anything and he'd love if you'd give him that chance.

The hug and kiss he takes as a yes as he slips the ring onto your finger. Hugging and kissing you back, holding you closer then any wealth he's gained through this relationship, loving you with all his heart.

Okay there you go! Know it was more meeting to fiancé then actual hcs on the husbands relationship but this is long enough I feel. I enjoyed this one, never wrote a relationship like this so sorry if it's off, though I'll never get tired of writing Crimson's Queer awakening tbh XP Hope you enjoyed and thanks for sharing!

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hiii love <3 can I request hcs of Aomine, Kiyoshi and Imayoshi with a s/o that's terrible at sports? Like how would they feel about how unathletic their s/o are 😭 thank you for this :))

❤️Aomine Daiki, Kiyoshi Teppei, and Imayoshi Shoichi Having S/O Who Are Terrible At Sports❤️

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A/N: YO MY FRIEND! Thank you so much for requesting me this headcanon. I feel like I am also Unathletic so this would be quite relatable for me and some of the readers. There might be some fluff scenes or some jokes. I hope you like the final result!

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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Aomine Daiki -Touou Academy

Darling, I'm not saying that Aomine is heartless but you know he can be an insensitive prick and the reason I am saying this is because Aomine would make fun of you.

But he's not a monster so he is only going to bully you lovingly when you fail to shoot your basketball. Yes; I said it. He is going to bully you when you fail to shoot your ball.

"Lol, is that how do you shoot the ball? Let me show you how babe. I'll show you how I do it," while messing up your hair and turning your hair into a bird's nest because he just loves messing with your hair.

I don't think he minds that he has a S/O that is horrible at sports but he does acquire to have a S/O that likes to have fun while playing sports. You don't have to be a good player, you just need to have fun.

If you are bad at sports as his S/O, he would make fun of you, especially your height if you are a short gremlin. However, he would be kind enough to teach you how to play basketball.

I'm sorry babe I know I said that he wants a S/O that does enjoy sports because he's the type that likes to invite people to have fun so if you hate basketball. There's a chance he's going to break up with you or he would keep forcing you to play with him.

If you are not good at blocking. HE IS DEFINITELY GOING TO STEAL YOUR BALL OFTEN! TOO OFTEN THAT YOU WOULD GET ANNOYED BY HIM! I'm sorry babe. I'm just saying how he is.

But don't worry, he would still love you even though you are not athletic enough. But that just means he will be more jerk because he's not going to stop to tease you.

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It was in the afternoon and the gym was surprisingly empty because it's usually filled with basketball team members training. There's a chance that they are going to train a little bit late because even the coach is not in the place or maybe the training would be tomorrow so it's very peaceful. There are no sounds of basketball balls hitting the board or the sound of the basketball team screaming.

(Y/N) which are you, find this kind of odd but you didn't really mind about it because it's better to be like this. You hate the idea of your face getting hit by those things. Those things are hard, harder than volleyballs to no joke. There are many cases of your classmates getting hit on the face until they were unconscious.

However, it spikes your curiosity and you want to know what it feels like to play basketball. You saw your boyfriend playing basketball before and he was an amazing player. No one ever has beaten him on the court each time you watch him playing basketball and defeating the enemy.

As a result of your own curiosity, the (H/C) haired and (S/C) skinned woman/man/nonbinary starts to get up from the sit before walking into one of the carts that were filled by the balls. Taking one of them and trodding closer to one of the basketball hoops. You do notice it would be very difficult for short people to play because this kind of thing is tall.

But this did not stop you at all. Instead, this makes you determined to get at least one of the balls inside of the ring as you start to dribble the ball. As your hand catch the dribbling ball, you took a deep breath and closed your (E/C) eyes before opening them to see the rings across from you, standing like a giant.

"BAM!"

Well, it sure disappoint (Y/N) a lot because it did not get inside of the hoop and (Y/N) can hear the horrible familiar loud laughter from far away. Your eyes immediately wide in shock, turning around to see your boyfriend, Aomine Daiki. Laughing at you for failing at your shoot as he wipes the fake tears from the corner of his eyes.

"Is that what you call a shoot?" he steps up inside the gym with a smirk on his face. "Let me show you how it's done, shortie-" he puts his arms in the pocket of his basketball shorts as he stands in front of you.

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Kiyoshi Teppei - Seirin High School

A gentleman and one of the hottest angels in Seirin. Also, the one who would most likely not judge you if you are horrible in sports and not athletic. So he is less much of a jerk than Aomine.

Kiyoshi definitely still loves you even if you never make a shoot in your life or if you are horrible in any sport because I believe his kind of type of person he crushes on is someone who is strong-hearted (we can conclude he likes the types who are resilient, brave or courageous people).

Kiyoshi definitely going to teach you how to play basketball, even the basics and you know he has amazing patience so he could even teach you the most basic things.

He might find it funny when you failed many shoots but he also feels slightly bad because he knows that you tried really hard so he would give you many chances.

Also, he would point out your mistakes and the reason why you fail the sport but in a polite way instead of blatantly saying it. he would just sugarcoat his words a little bit because he does not want to hurt you.

He would still be supportive if you are still interested in sport despite your lacking many skills or if you aren't interested in it. He's not a horrible teacher.

If you get sad because you feel not athletic like your boyfriend, Kiyoshi Tepeo. Don't be, expect some encouraging words from him as he said that you are perfect the way you are.

Also expect some hugs and pats in the back, he hates to see you get insecure or sad just because you feel you are not athletic and you're not a good match for him.

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As the manager from Seirin, (Y/N) (L/N) would always help Riko, the coach from Seirin by preparing some drinks, and meals and helping with the team training regiment to increase their skills by talking with her and taking important notes of each member and watching them play basketball.

However, it piques your curiosity whenever you saw them playing because they were working very hard to beat the other team's rivals. You heard the group had beaten Shutoku as well as Kaijou before but looses after playing against Touou. You saw your boyfriend's amazing skill in basketball and it made you interested in basketball despite not knowing how to play basketball.

As the rest of the team members surrounded your classmate, Riko who also happened to be your closest friend. You were sitting there and writing down other team members' important points by writing down their weaknesses and their strengths so Riko could make a better training regimen.

Nevertheless, it did not stop you as (Y/N) put down the paper on top of the bench. Taking one of the balls inside of the cart in the corner of the gym room before starting to dribble the ball in (Y/N)'s hand. Going forward into one of the basketball rings, see how tall the post is and if you are able to put the ball inside of the ring.

No one paid attention except the familiar pairs of warm brown eyes that watch your every movement. He could not help but feel happy that his S/O are trying to play his favourite basketball despite she/he/they aren't athletic as the rest of the other basketball team members.

Despite Kiyoshi hides his laughter when he sees you failing to shoot the basketball. Kiyoshi also feels bad, knowing that you are trying your best to even get just one goal and this gives him a quick idea before standing up from the bench and walking up to (Y/N). Getting closer and closer until he was standing behind you.

The (H/C) haired women/men/nonbinary felt a presence behind you until your turned around to see your boyfriend standing behind you with a smile on your face. "Ah, (Y/N)-san. It seems you had a little bit of troubleshooting the balls into the rings. If you don't mind, I would be glad to teach you how to play," Kiyoshi offers, placing his hand on top of your shoulder.

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Imayoshi Shoichi - Touou Academy

I am contemplating writing Imayoshi because I could see he has his annoying and insensitive moments but I could see him also as a supportive boyfriend even if you are not athletic.

The reason I am saying this is because there would be a time he does makes fun of you. You shoot the balls into the net or into the basketball ring and miss? He would tease the hell out of you.

However, it depends because if you are unathletic because of your injury. he won't make fun of you but if you are just basically lazy and hates sports? He makes fun of you but is not as insensitive as Aomine.

"Oh? Is that how do you shoot your ball? That is interesting, I never see a player plays like that" and proceed to get hit by you after you hear his little comment and he chuckles at your reaction.

However, I do not believe that his type of partner must have the same athletic skill as him as we can see in Kuroko's character bible. He likes a kikubari (a considerate person).

If you are interested in sport but you are not athletic enough. He's not a horrible teacher either, he would teach you even from the basic things.

Also if you had an injury and you are not athletic but you are interested in it. He would be very understanding and I can see him as someone who has enormous patience when teaching you.

So in conclusion, he is in a between. He would be mean to you slightly, making fun of you but in a joking way, like Aomine does. But he would be understanding too, a little bit like Kiyoshi but in his own way.

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It has been such a long time since you haven't played any sports after the incident that happens to you for a long time. The injury was severe that the doctor told (Y/N) to stop participating in heavy sports such as basketball, soccer, Volleyball, and other sports that could potentially be worsening the injuries on your knees.

This used to make you upset a lot, especially when you notice the way people stare at you with pity, it does frustrate poor (Y/N) as your skill in sports decreases and the only thing you could do is becoming Touou's manager just like your classmate, Momoi. She was your classmate that sometimes helps you out by taking notes on the rival's weaknesses before giving them to you.

Watching the other play basketball freely like a bird spread its wings, but those things made (Y/N) jealous and an idea popped into your mind. 'There's nothing wrong, right? If I'm playing as the others are resting? Maybe I should try' (Y/N) silently think to themselves/herself/himself as you take one of the balls that were rolling next to your feet.

A pair of slanted eyes sees you taking one of the basketballs, a little bit confused about why are you holding one of the balls until his confusion was replaced by a smirk. Watching your every movement from the start by starting to dribble on your hand, walking slowly before it turns into jogging and full-on sprinting until you were underneath the basketball ring and shooting the ball.

BAM!

It did not go inside at all, (Y/N) cheeks reddened, embarrassed that the ball doesn't go inside at all. Instead, it was thrown away and almost hit other players. "Oh? Is that how do you shoot your ball? That is interesting, I never see a player plays like that" A familiar yet annoying voice spoke up. Turning around, you could see your boyfriend with his usual annoying smirk, making fun of you after failing to get a point after throwing the basketball into the ring.

"Yeah, keep making fun of me until I smack that face of yours with the ball," you roll your eyes at him. "Ah, it's alright. (Y/N)-san. It's okay if you cannot play basketball. Here, let me help you. Follow my instruction on how to shoot," his smirk replaced with his genuine smile.

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[junos-jrabbles]

Hi! I have a TF2 request/suggestion for you if you want. You can choose the mercs you like to use, though I may humbly request Engie. Romantic or platonic, and in whatever form you would like.

The team has a new recruit! They are one of the most genuine, patient, friendly, sweetest people one could ever meet. They make everyone breakfast in the mornings, they listen to people's problems, they volunteer at a puppy orphanage, talk down muggers in the street, essentially a bottle of sunshine as a person.

On the battlefield however, they are most certainly one of the scariest people alive. They are incredibly strong and durable, no need for weapons when they can tear people apart with their bears hands and teeth. They are brutal, carnage incarnate, and have absolutely no fear whatsoever.

Now, their sweetness is genuine, they are not faking anything. Outside of battle they are one of the most pleasant, stable people on the team. If ever asked, the best reply they can ever give is "This is a war with no true death. (Thanks to the respawn machine) When you can play a game with no consequences, why not have a little fun? ~"

What do the mercs think about their new teammate? How did they react to seeing their first time on the battlefield? How scary is the game with a player who doesn't care?

(sorry for the length there, I get all excited. This would obviously only really work if the respawn machine is a part of the setting.)

Thank you so much for the request!! My first one :) And don’t worry about the length!!! I love excited rambles x3

Sorry that this is short!! i wrote a little hcs list for this for a little more content, but it might take a lil longer to post LOL I'll link it here when it's ready <3 and sorry for the wait, i hope this is what you were lookin for!!

Wild, meet tame.

Engineer/GNC Reader, 1k words

It was like watching a switch flip, he'd never seen it before, ever. Not as drastically as it would with you, at least. One minute he'd be wiping encrusted blood off the turret of his sentry, remnants of some poor enemy Scout, when he'd turn his head to see you barreling into the front lines. The team's Medic struggles, then practically gives up trying to keep up with your rampaging pace.

“It's like zhey don't… don't care!” Medic howls, crouching down by his dispenser to recoup lost energy. He shrugs, you're one hell of a bottled storm out here, and he can only wonder if there's anything deeper down that you're hiding away. He can see you still, just barely, from the vantage point he'd set his nest in, and by God was it a bloodbath down there. The enemies are torn to shreds in seconds, not unusual when under fire from the hulking Heavy and his repertoire of miniguns. But, the lack of gunfire is what was most unsettling.

He could see you, teeth bared, lunging in a fruitful hunt for blood, the enemy soldier screaming as he tried to kick you off of him, nearly blowing you both to bits, but sky high like a bloody firework. It was effective, and their offensive pushes were a lot weaker with someone like you guarding the captured points. There was always a nervous hum in the air when someone would call out your death, a moment for the enemy to recoup, only for them to be torn down by your wrath again.

It'd been nothing but victories recently, and it was unlike anything they'd ever experienced. Even those above them had been a little nicer recently, and boy it sure was infectious.

“Y’doing alright there, Engie?” He closed the fridge door, and looked around. What had he come in here for, that your voice had drawn him out of his search for? The cold air that brushed past him raised a shiver across his skin.

“Whatever you're after, I can cook up, I don't mind.” You're humming, pouring something into a pan on the stove, and whatever it is, smells amazing.

“Those pancakes?” He asks, stepping over gingerly, usually anyone brave enough to cook in the communal kitchen would tell any company to get out, lest they be branded by a scorching hot spatula across the face. Not you though.

“Yeah! I'll make you a few. You been eating enough, all holed up in that workshop of yours?” The sweet smell is even stronger now as you flip the pancakes, your words just as sweet, with a simple, kind hesitance in the playful tease. He knows you wouldn't poke fun at his work.

“I think there's some honey or chocolate chips around here if you want some in ‘em, hon.” And with that small mission given, you're back to humming some classical piece he'd heard playing in Medic’s office once or twice, familiar.

There's a beat of silence as he just… watches you. Only for a moment, eyes lingering where they should, just curious. He wants to ask something, but the words don't exactly come easily. He turns, and begins to rummage through some of the slightly-too-high cabinets, finding the chocolate chips, which some dickhead has placed just out of reach. He reaches high, tip toed, fingers just barely tickling the bag before he manages to swipe it down off the shelf, and bring it over to you.

The bag hits the counter with a rattly thwump, and you lean over, looking inside. “These’ll do just fine…” The smile on your face is nearly eerily pleasant as you take the bag and dump a small handful into the poured batter. There's a smoky smell in the air, but the baked goods seem fine, and Pyro isn't hanging around yet.

There's been a few moments where he questions you, your motives, your actions, but… You hadn't done anything to seem like a bad person. If anything, you'd done nothing but prove the opposite! Hell, even the Doc's birds liked you, and that's a real feat! “Thank you kindly, ma’am.” He muttered, pondering you deeply, though trying not to, you'd done nothing to earn such scrutiny.

He's staring, he's sure, but he can't seem to pull his gaze away from you. “What made you erh…” Ordinary of him to start a sentence without being sure if where to take it. “Consider… this, as a mercenary, ain't the greatest work for kind folk like you.” He huffs, stepping over to your side, leaning against the flour smeared counter. “As kind as you want to be, at least.” He squints curiously, you're not quite looking at him, glancing to him out to corner of your eye once in a while.

“Am I being investigated, copper?” You coo, smiling coyly, and flip a pancake onto a plate to your left before turning right to face him, crossing your arms across your chest. “I know what you're thinking.”

The air around you is warm, and swirling with the delectable smells of baking and everything sweet. “It's different here, than out there.” You turn back to the pan, prepping another pancake.

A shrill squeak rings out from the hall, and you both snap your heads to the noise, before it squeals down the hall, away from the kitchen.

“What in tarnation— I don't think you're some… monster,” He chides, shaking his head and wringing his gloves hands.

“Not at all, but it's just… So fascinatin’. Watching you go about, tearin’ them to shreds like it's nothin’ to ya, don't even flinch when the enemy Sniper gets a pick on you!”

Even he was prone to a nervous moment or two in a fight, but you seemed to have some sort of miraculous handle on it all though.

“I know it's different.” He resigns, and you slide another pancake onto the plate, then towards him.

You shrug, and turn the stove off, placing a small cover over the larger plate of previously made pancakes.

“There’s no harm in going a little crazy out there, I might come back with a new scar if I'm unlucky, but, well…” Your lips are pursed tightly as you mull over your next words.

“Well, there's nothing to it, we can't die, Dell.” You murmur, he takes a pancake and gingerly bites into it.

“The real fight is only lost when one team gets bored and gives up, basically, so why not have a little fun with it?”

[sexiestwerewolf]

my new Ninjago OC!

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I haven't come up with a name for him yet bc I suck at those but I've got a backstory

- He was outcast by his species before the merge because of a reason I haven't fully flushed out yet (thinking of making it so that he can't do any shapeshifting at all and making it an entire allegory), but he deals with a lot of feelings of inadequacy because of this and he thinks he's failed as an Oni

- he was outcast before March of the Oni and was lost between realms trying to find a way back home to the first realm without the power of the darkness to guide him. essentially the realm crystal is the EASIEST way to travel realms but it isn't the only way, and he spent a lot of years alone

-When the merge happens he's forced to live in a world he doesn't understand at all and a lot of people during this time are struggling to figure things out. He manages to find a job at Chen's Noodle House and starts to enjoy the life as someone who serves food so eventually he leaves with enough money saved up and opens up his own restaurant

- I like the idea of someone gaining weight when they're happy bc he used to be really emaciated and could barely eat even 3 times a week due to how hard it was to survive but now he's got a healthy relationship with food and his body and he's generally a pretty sound guy and pretty mature considering things. It doesn't look like he's fat in the image but from experience an apron will hide a lot of that lol

- He does a lot of introspection and his outlook on life is that "it's complicated and messy but at least it's life," and he usually looks at things from a realistic perspective while hoping for the best.

-He still gets irrationally angry at a lot of things though and often he'll find himself taking it out on inanimate objects and then he'll feel bad about it afterwards. He doesn't do it a whole lot in front of people, especially customers, but if he's comfortable around you you'll see him swearing and breaking things (usually with his claws on accident) a lot more

- Meets Lloyd a few weeks after the merge when he just started his job at Chen's and initially Lloyd is weary at first because yk he's an Oni and Lloyd had subconsciously associated Oni with bad and everything wrong in his life, but [name I haven't come up with yet] is essential to something Lloyd is trying to figure out so they need to interact and Lloyd figures out through sheer power of being exposed to something that HEY you dumb idiot your ancestry isn't evil or bad

- He had severe issues for awhile with meeting people's expectations and he constantly ran himself ragged trying to keep himself in multiple places at once. He felt like he had to depend on only himself for a while because of the fact he let down his Oni tribe and because of the fact he lived so long in isolation away from others. When he's hired by Skylor he burns himself out within the first week because he doesn't take a break except to go home and sleep.

- Y y y es this is meant to be an OC shipped with Lloyd but they're both demisexual here bc I will always make my favs be on the ace spectrum no matter what

-Hes 21 when the merge happens and by the events of s1 he's 27 (2 years older than Lloyd). He was outcast by the Oni when he was 15 years old (around the events of season 1)

-fun fact, Oni still have pupils in my hc you just can't see them very well. they're kind of like the changelings from mlp where they do have pupils once you look closely but they blend in so well with their irises that you can hardly see them. most Oni eye colors are red, purple, or blue. some are occasionally orange, yellow, and pink. [name I haven't come up with yet] has purple eyes

- he has so much fur/hair (think kind of like mohair on a goat) that he has to stuff a lot of it in his shirt and then use pins to hold it in place and he spends like 30 minutes each day just combing it

- he works out every other day to help clear his mind and to calm himself down but Oni are naturally pretty big anyways and really strong

- despite the fact he knows how to cook he has the worst appetite known to man and will not hesitate to eat the nastiest things ever. I like to think that anytime Lloyd gets offered gross food (as he's somehow done a lot in the show) he pretends to "steal" it but he does genuinely enjoy every single food he comes across and it's not just something that comes from his life of being outcast it also comes from his Oni biology. Though, he seems to be a lot more inclined to eat certain things even for an Oni

if it's not poison, it's food!

- has abnormally large ears for most Oni and he can hear slightly better than most people. it's also another reason why he stretch himself too thin while working when he first started because he believed everything he heard needed his attention and he was constantly trying to get to multiple places and do many tasks all at once

okay now imma go to bed hehe this was actually really fun

-has a better work/life balance in the future at the very least lol so dw

-has digitigrade feet! they're not very exposed bc he wears baggy pants all the time but if you look down you'll see he's never wearing any shoes and his paws are just out

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Puppy boy Steve not in the omegaverse way just in the kinky way oh my god- hot shit.

perhaps related to this gif set? this has been in my inbox for a long time, so idk, oops

also, I hope you don't mind, but I'm linking this ask with this other one I got more recently

which is related to this

the post reads, "i need a dogboy bending me over and rutting against me crying and whining to let them fuck me because theyre so hard it hurts and theyve been such a good dog havent they? dont they deserve a little reward. cmere puppy fill me up youre such a good dog arent you? cmon you can even cum in me if you beg for it <3"

Ask 1) I fucking agree! And I have puppy boy shit for Steve! I have a lot 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Ask 2) YES! I was thinking stucky thoughts when I queued that post!!

As for what I have...

(some of these are just puppy play, the werewolf stuff is literal puppy, some are puppy-human-hybrid like Buckitty, and a few are omegaverse, too. All the flavors of puppy Steve, lol)

Soft Puppy Steve HCs Puppy Interview w/ Fun Afterward Werewolf Steve? More Like Puppy Steve Puppy Steve In Rut Buckitty & Puppy Steve In The 40s (mostly @/possibleplatypus, though, lol) Puppy Alpha Steve Puppy Alpha Steve Fisting Dom Omega Bucky High-Tech & Slobbery Puppy Steve Puppy Steve Discovering His Puppiness

Now... *cracks knuckles* more puppy Steve

"Please pleasepleaseplease," Steve is a goddamn puddle on top of him. Just a hot, soaked blanket laid out over Bucky's body. Steve is in a careless sprawl because he doesn't have enough brain cells to control himself. That's why all his movements are jerky and desperate and hold no fucking finesse whatsoever. He's pure instinct, chasing pleasure with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, drooling, and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Hot for everything. His whole body is blushing. When he's so far gone like he is now--a handful of orgasms deep and still rutting it out for more--everything fucking turns him on. Bucky could do whatever he wanted to him like this and the big, dumb lump of need so eager to get off would eat it up. He's so eager to please.

"Please what," Bucky emphasizes, digging his hand into Steve's hip while the other holds a lube-soaked fleshlight between their bodies. That's what Steve's plowing right now, a fleshlight, doing his fucking best to fuck it until it's loose despite the resilience of the smooth, string silicone that keeps letting go of his cock with obscene squelching noises. There's more than enough tingling, heating lube poured inside of it, making a mess of Steve's cock and dripping down to his balls and over his quivering thighs. Bucky's already plenty loose from the first few rounds himself, so he's more than sated, he's just enjoying his evening at this point, sprawled out, humming to himself, relaxed, and holding Steve's dirty little toy for him. He's just waiting for Steve to be done. He's never done. He's got a fucking nuclear-powered sex drive, Bucky swears. "What is it, you silly puppy?"

"Mmmmmngh, mmgh, ngh!" Steve makes a bunch of useless fucking noises before he can wrangle his mouth in enough to get his lips and teeth and tongue to work somewhat together, admitting as he ruts instinctively, chasing the sucking tight channel in front of him, meant for pleasure, "I, oh, I-! It huuurts!"

Bucky feels his lips pull into a splitting, mean grin. He lets go of Steve's hip in favor of throwing that arm behind his head, stretching out and getting casual, as if he's not at all invested in Steve losing himself inside a damn fleshlight. "You don't like your new toy, puppy?" He asks, cocking his head to one side.

"Nnngh," Steve's eyelashes flutter obscenely, struggling to fuck and process words at the same time. He's so useless it's fucking adorable. "N-no," he battles to get the words out, but then he can't seem to stop, chanting, "I like it, I like it, I like it--"

Bucky just fucking laughs, "are you sure, silly boy? It doesn't sound like you do if it hurts." He feigns like he might pull away and not let him keep going if apparently it hurts. That makes Steve whimper so loud it almost hurts Bucky's ears. Damn puppy. He leaves the fleshlight where it is, melting Steve down into fucking nothing. Just stupid and needy. "Don't know what you want, do you?" He teases.

Steve shakes his head, then nods.

Bucky has no idea if he even knows what his head is doing. He might just be going limp, letting his hips do all the work as the only thing moving. His rhythm is fucking terrible, all erratic and selfish. If he were fucking Bucky still, it wouldn't be enough to get Bucky off, but, hey, Steve doesn't give a fuck. He's just a useless, untrained puppy. It's surprising he's gone this long without cumming again since he's obviously so new to the art of fucking, untrained, but... he has had enough Steve-gasms already that it's possible he's fucking empty. Maybe he doesn't have any more to give. Maybe he's just too stupid to notice that it's not pleasure but overstimulation keeping him hard. A puppy running after a treat, no other thoughts in his head to keep him from looking out if he's about to walk into a wall or trip over a toy or anything.

Pure pleasure. Simple. That's all he needs.

"I, I like it," Steve wheedles, his voice all high and pathetic.

"Mm, yeah, I can see that," Bucky hums, pretending his bored while he squeezes the fleshlight as tightly as he can.

"AH!" Steve almost fucking screams at the sudden added stimulation.

He's a goddamn picture. Strung-out and defenseless. Bucky can do anything to him, poor. little. puppy.

"It hurts?" Bucky unkindly parrots what Steve was trying to say before he had more interest in torturing him, just a little. Not enough to hurt anyone. Just for fun. Just because why not? It's hot a shit anyway.

"It huh-hurts!" Steve agrees unthinkingly.

"Do you wanna stop, then?" Bucky, again, pretends like he's ready to take away Steve's favorite bone for fear of him swallowing the last remaining part of it and hurting himself.

"No!" He wails.

"Why not?"

"C-can't, nngh, uhng! Can't!"

"Why not, puppy? Why can't you stop?"

"'M hard."

"You're hard, okay? What about it?"

"S-so, so hard. I can't stop."

"Aw, poor puppyyy," Bucky strings out, carding his fingers through Steve's sweaty blonde mop of hair like he's petting him, "it hurts but you're hard and you can't stop," he echoes much to Steve's whimper of embarrassment. "What a predicament you're in. Tsk tsk," Bucky clicks his tongue, "such a hard life!"

"Mmmmgh, mmm-hmm!" Steve whines his agreement with Bucky's ficticious statements. He's too gone for anything as complex as sacrasm.

Bucky loves him like this. He loves his dumb, horny puppy so bad. It's so fucking good.

"You're so dumb, puppy. Spoiled and dumb. You're getting that cock wet and you're getting to cum again and again and you're complaining? Ugh. The nerve of you, puppy." Bucky razzes him, flicking the tip of his nose just to see Steve flinch and his face melt back into mindless, slack pleasure after the surprise.

When his words finally fucking register, Steve just moans, agonized.

"Are you sorry, puppy?" Bucky teases.

Steve nods sloppily, drooling just that much more. The big, dumb animal.

"Then, where are my apologies?"

"'M, I'm sorryyy, s-sorry," he mewls.

"Good boy."

Steve shakes all over.

"And what about my pretty thank yous?"

Through a heaving sob Steve frantically chatters, "thank you thank youthankyou!"

"There it is. Good pup."

Steve hiccups through another cry, still fucking plowing forward because, really, that's all he knows. It's the only thing he can do. It's perfectly in his nature. Squirmy, greedy little hedonist too simple to look forward to the future, just completely obsessed with now, now, now.

[ryuichirou]

Could we possibly get more 1st year Idia Shroud headcanons? Dark and regular? (Sounds like I’m ordering a coffee )

The slowest barista in the world rushes to you to say: yes you could, yes you absolutely could! I wrote 5 regular ones and 5 darker ones, so I hope you enjoy reading them.

I like thinking about these situations for Idia, but as I was writing it, I kept thinking that the regular ones are too fluffy, and the darker ones are kind of mean. I guess this is the entire point though lol

Regular freshman!Idia hcs:

For the entirety of his first month at NRC Idia was mute and barely even used his tablet to communicate. At first he just couldn’t push himself to speak with anyone, even when others were trying to talk to him, but then after some time he just felt weird about it. “This could be a good moment to say something, but then they’ll just comment on me finally talking, and the whole thing will become super obnoxious”. Thus, he kept his vow of silence for at least 3 more weeks... Patiently waiting for a perfect moment to say something.

One time Idia overheard his roommates complaining that Idia occupied a lot of space: he had a lot of computers and other junk + Ortho’s entire setup easily ate up a huge chunk of already medium-sized room. But them some other guy said that he didn’t actually mind Ortho being around because once you got used to the uncanny valley feel, he was actually quite a fun little guy to hang out with. Idia really wanted to yell at these guys before hearing that comment; after that he suddenly felt kind of happy…

Since this was the first time Idia was sharing a room with someone who wasn’t Ortho, he had a lot of awkward moments. Sometimes he giggled too loudly, sometimes he talked to his computer or a game, sometimes he sang quietly, sometimes he danced a little bit. He doesn’t even notice that he does those thing in general, but since others began commenting on him doing these things, he became extremely embarrassed and even more uncomfortable and paranoid around others. His roommates didn’t even think much of it, but Idia wa sure that they thought he was a complete dork and the hugest cringiest loser imaginable.

He actually had some nice moments during his first year too! One time one of his roommates suddenly brought him a packet of gummy bears because he’d bought something from a vending machine and these fell down by lucky accident. Or some other time Idia helped out a guy who had problems with the code and was brave enough to ask Idia for help. There was also one time when guys were watching a movie on a projector, and even though Idia wasn’t necessarily watching it with them, he was still in the room with them and heard everything, and that felt kind of nice.

Unfortunately though, the majority of Idia’s first year went pretty poorly. He and his roommates either ignored each other or had arguments over some stupid stuff like someone stepping on one of Idia’s cords, or Idia having empty bottles of soda in his corner. Idia also “skill issue”’d them all the time, so his roommates thought that he was a huge asshole. “It’s mine so it’s none of your business!”, “Don’t mess with my setup!”, “You’re not touching me – I’m not touching you!” – this was what poor Ortho was listening for the entirety of their first year at NRC. Why can’t these guys just get along?

Dark freshman!Idia hcs:

Idia cried a couple of times during his first year after arguments with his roommates. The guys thought that he was ignoring them and being an asshole as always, acting like he was too good to talk with some noobs who weren’t as good at coding as he was. In actuality, Idia was just hiding the fact that the whole argument made him so nervous and upset that if he said anything, it will be obvious that his voice was shaking and he was about to start bawling.

It’s not like he was specifically bullied for that exact thing, but there were a couple of pretty big arguments after which he was too afraid to go to the bathroom. Even if he really badly needed to go, he just shivered under his blanket because he didn’t want to crawl out of it and feel his roommates looking at him after such an ugly fight. The first time it happened he managed to wait until the guys left the room, and then rushed to pee and was finally saved. The second time he almost had an accident, so he had to run for it. He made it without wetting himself, and the relief made him cry a little, but then he thought about his roommates definitely seeing him rushing to pee and thinking that he was pathetic once again, and it made him cry more.

The previous two things were pretty much caused by Idia’s own anxiety, but it’s not like his roommates were angels all the time. In fact, by the end of his first year Idia’s relationship with his roommates worsened so much that they pretty much hated each other, and every time Ortho went to charge/sleep, they were bullying Idia. Idia didn’t want Ortho to worry, so he tried not to show it, but every time he was getting “sleepy”, Idia would feel like he was about to puke because he knew what was coming.

They kept their distance at first, but as their relationship worsened, they realised that even though all of them were nerds, one nerd wouldn’t overpower three nerds; and thus they became bolder with how they treated Idia. They would sit on his bed, touch his things, grab his hair, pretty much manhandle him just to see if he would react. Just because they were nerds didn’t mean that they were kind or even gentle: in fact, all of them were as much of assholes as the Savanaclaw boys, but they were also pretty repressed and horny. So now that they had weak Idia against the three of them, who also was kind of rude to them (giving them good reasoning to keep doing what they did), they used him to satisfy their needs pretty regularly.

Idia doesn’t masturbate a lot, plus he is very anxious about being seen doing so, so it really is a miracle that something like that even happened, but one time he was caught masturbating by one of his roommates. The guy quickly called some other guys from the Ignihyde corridors, some of them Idia didn’t even know. Maybe it’s because of how bad of a reputation Idia had by that point, maybe it’s because of kids just being cruel in general, but they made fun of him for that and didn’t let him to cover himself. In fact, they forced him to continue, but Idia couldn’t do it anymore and went limp, and then was laughed at for that thing too.

[stephaniebrownslover]

HIII! :D

I've read your Jeff and Liu's relationship hcs and I REALLY LOVED IT OMG

Soo can you please write a fluff oneshot about 'em?

(AND I THINK YOU'RE WORKING ON FOR TICCIWORK RELATIONSHIP PART 2 SO I'M SORRY IF I MADE YOU BUSSY THIS REQUEST CAN BE WAITED IF YOU WANT TO-)

I know I talked too much but thank you so much from now <333

HIIIIIIII!!!!!

I'm still surprised that people other than mt friends are reading and even liking my writing lol that means a lot really!!

And of course I can write about them since you asked! I love their bro-ship and it's cute and we deserve more Woods Family Fluff.

I'll write for Main AU, again, but this won't be lore related because everything important with them after the incident includes angst or other creeps but I want to write a dumb cute thing for you. Hope you don't mind, but if you do, please ask again for something lore-related like ticciwork oneshot.

NO NO I'M WORKING ON IT BUT I ALREADY MADE PART 1 FOR THAT FRIEND AND DON'T EVER WORRY ABOUT TALKING TOO MUCH OR MAKING ME BUSSY OMG NEVER PLEASE

Thank you so much for your ask and hope you like it too!!!

(I kinda wanted to write them stealing a tank lol)

(Also so sorry for late reply, my brain is so foggy lately which prevents me from writing)

Main AU Jeff and Liu Oneshot

Date: 2014

While Jeff was excitedly waving the board game box he was holding and trying to show it to Liu, Liu had his head buried well into the book in his hand, although his focus had not shifted. No, he might have loved his brother, but he definitely wasn't going to play monopoly with him.

"C'mon, L!"

"My name is not L. It's Liu."

That was the last straw. He knew that one Because Jeff was watching an anime called "Death Note" on the influence of his friends and Jeff had tried to make him watch it too. Liu would rather watch artistic films or something with real depth.

"Whatever, bet you're afraid of losin'."

"If it makes you feel better, then sure thing."

Liu wanted to continue reading his book, while Jeff senselessly waved one hand in the air. It could be read in his eyes that he had an unnecessary desire to challenge.

"Your loss, we all know I'm better at math."

"You did not."

"Oh yes, I did."

"Oh so you want to play a game, huh? Let's play a game."

Liu suddenly looked up from his book, he closed the object he was holding in one hand hard. It was hardly possible to say that he enjoyed being challenged.

Having a brother like Jeff who loves a challenge was a big problem for him.

Jeff looked in amazement at his brother, who had risen from the coach and was walking towards him with rapid steps. His green eyes were ablaze with an emotion that was not easy to understand.

"You in?"

Liu sarcastically crossed his arms, the menacing smile on his lips was enough to scare anyone, anyone except Jeff.

"Oh, how in that you would be surprised.

"Okay, so we're gonna play Monopoly, I know you like dumb nerd games, and I can rule kingdoms."

Jeff definitely didn't know how to play Monopoly. It was an even bigger problem that he talked more nonsense as if it was possible to do more, but it was Jeff.

Actually, Jeff didn't know how to play any board games. Of course, he knew, but either he didn't remember, or he was hitting the sense spot until the person he was playing with became really pissed.

"That's not- you know what? Just use the calculator on your phone."

"Which one?"

Jeff's rather confident disclosure of his secret caused Liu to pause in surprise once again.

What kind of idiot would disclose the application in which he kept secret photos and things that should remain hidden?

"... The one with numbers, not secret things of yours. God, I can't believe that I had to use this sentence."

"Why the fuck I need a calculator?"

Jeff's eyebrows were furrowed with anger. If it wasn't for Liu, he would have already responded with insults or attacked the person in front of him.

He might have been stupid, but he wasn't that stupid.

"Can you sum up high numbers?"

Or he could.

"... Fuckin' fine."

As Liu passed towards the table in the living room, Jeff followed him with a defeated attitude. While he pulled the chair out fairly and sat down, the fact that Jeff almost fell created a thin smile on Liu's face. It wasn't such a big deal.

He just liked that even after years later, he knew his brother next to him felt as comfortable as possible.

However, their feelings were not very mutual, because Jeff was a bomb ready to explode at any moment.

"You know how to play this, right?"

After Jeff sat down in the chair with a grunt, he shouted at Liu's question.

" 'course I do!"

Liu took the box from Jeff's hand and gently slapped on his hand when Jeff tried to reach out.

That's how Jeff realized that Liu was going to want something from himself first. Waiting for what he wanted, he responded only with a grunt.

Stupid nerd.

"Explain how we start the game."

He raised the index finger of his right hand in the air as he spoke confidently. With his other hand, he also pressed on top of it for emphasis.

"First, ya' choose a pawn to make your slave."

"Eh, kinda true. Go on."

Jeff raised his second finger and stepped on it, too.

"Then you roll the dice to occupy areas."

Well, that was where the mistake started.

But Liu didn't need to be so distrustful. Maybe his brother could surprise him, today could have been that day.

So he calmly made the explanation.

"No, you don't occupy the areas, you just pass them as you move just as the dice says."

"Told the same."

Jeff, on the other hand, breathed with an exasperated attitude.

"It's not the- okay, carry on. What happens when you stop on a point?"

"Easy."

The fact that he paused after saying this, didn't even deign to say anything, made Liu think that he was just bluffing.

And he probably was.

"Then explain."

"Um, you buy them?"

Liu raised one eyebrow in the air.

"To?"

"To... to throw them to the enemy!"

Taking advantage of Liu's confused moment, he pulled out the box and took out several household figures, which he threw at Liu. Although there was nothing to hurt, it was annoying.

"No, Jeff, stop."

Jeff was waiting for his brother to laugh like himself. Or to have an amused reaction. Or to be serious.

Anything, but not him getting off the table.

"I don't know why I trusted you with this. Clearly, it was a mistake."

While he was sitting at the table himself, he was almost begging for Liu to continue to stay as well.

"I was joking, I know Monopoly rules. Just don't go!"

"One last chance."

Liu took a deep breath and sat down at the table again. He really didn't know how long he could tolerate his brother's childish behavior, and he wasn't willing to find out.

There was silence between them for a while. It could not be said that it was a peaceful silence, although it was not uncomfortable either. This silence was more like the silence that occurs before something important.

Just when Liu was about to speak because he was starting to get uncomfortable with it, Jeff spoke by looking at his hands. And the whole time he was talking, he never lifted his head from the table.

"I was actually going to say that we can play Scrabble. I know you don't like this game and you can get bored or something and you shouldn't blah blah, somethin' somethin'."

Liu felt bad for a moment after hearing this.

It was obvious that his brother wanted to spend time with him. He was also aware that he had been neglecting him a little bit too much lately, but it wasn't his fault. He was just too busy and didn't have enough energy to deal with anyone. He definitely couldn't tolerate a hyperactive person like Jeff after a tiring day.

However, these were not an excuse.

He should have been a better brother.

"Okay, we can play both."

After Jeff heard this, he suddenly raised his head, quickly waved his hands in a way that meant no.

"No, no, you don't have enough time and-"

"I can always spare some time for my brother."

Jeff was relieved to hear this. After releasing his shoulders, he smiled. This was not a fake or sarcastic smile as usual, it was a real smile.

"Yeah. Me too."

Jeff and Liu were two brothers who cared about each other.

And nothing or no one could come between them.

It's awful lol sorry for that

[differenteagletragedy]

Hey not the same anon but I saw the Cliff HCS and was curious if you had any more thoughts on the possible little sibling for cove you mentioned in the first ones. I’d imagine it would definitely be an unplanned ordeal with how I see Cliff at least(obviously okay if you see differently! But the guy just had his own little guy grow up and leave the nest so I can’t see baby 2: electric bungaloo being planned) but I just have this image in my head of both Cliff and (his ofc)MC freaking out because they think MC is dying, rushing to the hospital and getting back a “not dying, just pregnant” and both of them going “oh. OH!” (1/2)

This was a two-parter! Here's the rest:

But yeah! Plus only-child-turned-big-brother Cove is such a fun concept to because while there’s probably a lot of emotions™️ there, I just know he cries the first time he holds the nugget. (Also Canon!MC whether dating Cove or not is honorary big sibling as well). But to wrap it up whether you have any ideas or hcs for this idea yourself(absolutely okay if you don’t ofc!) I love the whole dynamic of Cliff’s MC and I hope you have super fun with writing whatever it is you do next!

-- Thank you friend, I will have so much fun! And I have so many thoughts about Cliff doing all the things!

-- So honestly I could see it going either way. By the time Cove turns 18 and moves out, Cliff isn't even 40 yet, he's active and healthy and being a dad is his favorite thing ever, so I could see him planning a second child with you, after he's sure Cove wouldn't be upset by the idea.

-- Some parents would be like "My child is grown now, I am living my own life and if they don't like it then that is sad but I have to live for myself, even if it upsets them." And that is just not Cliff.

-- But Cove wouldn't mind either, it wouldn't have to be some big ordeal. He loves his dad and wants him to be happy, and he knows you make him happy, and it might be fun to have a little sibling, even if they're going to be a very very little to him.

-- Cliff is going to really like the process of trying for a baby. Sorry but it's true, do whatever you want with that.

-- He'd be really active in tracking your ovulation, mapping out the best times to try, all that. And boy does he have a can-do attitude!

-- When you do get pregnant, what a gift you have given him. He is going to be over the moon. He already takes care you you like nobody's business, but you haven't seen anything yet.

-- But a surprise pregnancy is always fun (in fiction lol, be safe out there)! Once he figured out where you were with it, he would also be on cloud nine, pleased as punch, so on and so forth. Because sure, it is a little wild to raise a whole entire person from the time they are born until the time they are an adult then turn around and repeat the process entirely like that, but he's more than up for it.

-- He knows the baby is going to be their own person, and he'd never try to use them as some sort of redemption for himself. But he is still determined to not repeat his old mistakes. He will communicate with you about everything, you will make every important decision together, a team 100%.

-- Cliff is an absolute dreamboat and it's a shame that we don't talk about it more. We're a small enough fandom that we could be having regular meetings to address issues like this.

-- He goes with you to an ultrasound and you're told that the baby is measuring weeks ahead and is going to be a big baby! Cliff is smug. Also hopeful that this one won't outgrow him like Cove did. He likes being a big boy.

-- And then what if the baby comes out tan with blonde hair looking just like him, what about that.

-- Cliff with a newborn is crazy. He is running on fumes but you'd never know it because he's just so damn happy. You know those dads who never change a diaper or insist on not waking up in the night because they need their rest for work. Could NEVER be Cliff.

-- Cove comes to visit at the hospital after the baby is born, he's not really sure how it will feel and he's been a little detached during the pregnancy, not out of any kind of meanness, just because he can't really grasp at that point what this means for his life, you know? But when he meets the baby for the first time, maybe they have a feature or two of his, some kind of familial resemblance, and THAT'S HIS LITTLE BROTHER/SISTER. He's a big brother. Thoughts racing, tears flowing, utter joy unlocked.

-- He is going to be the best big brother the world has ever seen, he is determined. He asks Derek for advice. He researches how to take care of babies. He wants to babysit! So many presents for the baby. So many plans made for every stage of baby's life. Cove is talking to his MC about them renewing their wedding vows one day and if he should ask Cliff to be his best man again or ask the new baby, and MC is like "........"

-- Kyra is involved, that's her baby's baby sibling and she is so happy for Cliff she can't stand it. You have to be cool with Kyra to be with Cliff too, that's a rule, but it's not like it'll be hard.

-- I said this in another one, but it's going to be really important for Cliff to keep the house in Sunset Bird if at all possible. That's where Cove did most of his growing up, and he knows it would be hard on him to lose it. Cove would be totally fine with giving up his old room that he's not ever going to use again for his new baby sibling.

-- Living by the beach, his best friends across the street, his oldest child living nearby and his baby safe in his arms, and you, the love of his life, by his side through all of it. What a life Cliff has.

[nerdynuala]

Hi, love your hcs from last time! Could I make a hange request? I'm intrigued to think about random real life situations of her. Like, I feel like at least once is her life she was bullied, humiliated? Why do people do that with all nerds lol. how do you think she deals with those situations?

Also, (teenage or youth edition) about how is her relationship with her friends, what habits she has in her daily life, I don't know, I leave you free creativity space!

Hello please forgive me, I don't even know how long this has been sitting in my inbox T_T

I haven't been thinking or writing headcanons lately, but I'll give you my best try because heck you sent this so long ago I definitely owe you at least an attempt lol

Sorry again, I hope you can enjoy this anyway.

I've decided to focus on the prompt of Hange being bullied or humiliated more than anything else, but I threw in some things about childhood/youth friendships (truth is, I don't think Hange had many friends as a child or teen) and some veterans

Here we go:

- a classic, Hange wearing glasses since a very young age, she got called four-eyes ever since she started hanging out with other kids. Did it hurt her? Well, she never would admit it, but until the age of 12/13 she did wish her eyesight was better just so that kids would stop making her feel different, in a bad way. She used to laugh it off when people teased her, but in the privacy of her bathroom at home she would squint at her reflection in the mirror and wish she could walk around without her glasses.

- Being a very curious and somewhat savage kid, with a passion for every kind of bug, did not help her making friends. She was called a weirdo for collecting bugs, showing them to every kid, and knowing all the weird names of the insects. But it was her passion, in this case she really couldn't care less what other kids thought of her. She did befriend a boy who also loved bugs and they used to go looking for them in the forest.

- Hange used to get along better with boys. Girls talked behind her back and found Hange dirty and wild, they used to tell her she "should have been a boy". Hange did not care for "being a girl or a boy", she was "just Hange, take it or leave it". Boys did like Hange's company though, they could play more competitive and sporty games with her and she did enjoy every bit of pinecones and stones wars.

- When Hange grew up, as a teen she often wished she could fit in better with girls in her environment, but she caught some of them talking behind her back, saying Hange was not feminine and an intense nerdy weirdo and that no one, boy girl or wathever, would want to be with her. Hange was really independent at the time and was not looking forward to any relationship in particular, but it still hurt because she only wanted someone to be able to talk to and that would listen to her and talk to her with the same passion she put into things she liked. She stopped talking to the girls she overheard, but she never stopped smiling and waving at them when they crossed paths. Hange did not want them close in her life anymore, but that didn't mean she would stop being kind even though they had not been to her once. Hange understood she was kind of different and that these girls probably weren't open-minded enough to understand that not everyone has to be the same.

- What hurt Hange the most, however, happened in her early adult life. Being a scout, a Squad Leader, and most importantly a Titan Researcher, she once had to present her advances in Titan Research to a large crowd of Scouts and MPs, even higher ranks. She put much effort into it and she was sure that, this time, she had a lot of new information about Titans that would thrill and help everyone out. She did present and, in the middle of the presentation she heard some people giggling and making comments she couldn't hear. It bothered Hange because, heck this was a serious matter and it was important to her and to anyone interested in defeating the Titans. She was interrupted by someone from the Military Police who raised his hand to ask, quite literally, "who the dickhead that let her funds for this bullshit was". The dude even had the courage to say that the money would have been better spent for "hiring some sluts to lift the spirits of the Scouts". It was the first time that Hange was at a loss of words and couldn't bite back. She felt like crying from anger and feeling helpless. She normally dealt with people belittling or bullying her by biting back with some sarcastic remark, but her mind went blank. She couldn't finish the presentation like she had in mind and felt depressed for a whole month after that. Her job, her research and the passion she put into it was the most important thing to her. She could deal with people making fun of her for being weird, for being "not feminine", for wearing stupid glasses... But not with people thinking her work was worthless, she discovered.

After this episode, Levi offered Hange a lot of late night tea and even let her rant a lot. He even asked how she knew that titans don't poop.

Also, a few weeks after that, Hange heard rumors that the MP dude who interrupted her presentation was beaten up by a short guy who ended up being stronger than 5 men all together. They said the guy was probably raised in the underground, as he fought like a thug from down there.

Side note, Erwin subtly raised funds for Titan Research and provided her with a brand new laboratory and named Moblit her assistant, officially. Moblit helped her to find the spark she had lost after being humiliated, he gave her a collection of new Titan drawings that were bound together in a new book, which had a lot of blank pages to fill in with new research. Mike and Levi also promised, without sounding too grumpy, to capture a Titan so that they could study them better.

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Hey I was wondering if you had any Ricky & Jacob hc’s?? It can be romantic or platonic??

If not I was wondering if you could write about Jacob & Ricky going to a lake at night and Ricky letting Jacob talk about what happened when he went missing??

How They Got Together

Pairing: Ricky Pickering x Jacob Portman.

Format: Headcanon’s. (accidentally extended)

Warnings: Fighting. Mentions of blood. A lot of vulgar language. Kissing. Suggestive themes? I got a little carried away, they’re definitely extended hc’s, I’m sorry :( Not beta read. Possessive!Ricky. Jealous!Ricky. Angst.

Word count: 6.1k

A/n: hello! I’d like to let it be known that I only have book one of the mphfpc series and that I’ve not gotten past the first couple chapters, so I really hope I’ve captured their characters. From what I know of their characters, they’d be quite cute together and I love the idea, so I gave it a try!! Funnily enough, your only my second request and both have been for Ricky x Jacob, lol. Thank you, I hope you enjoy!!!

Reblogs are extremely appreciated!

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• I think Ricky would be the first to realise he liked Jacob more than a friend. That’s not to say that he confessed straight up, (or liked it, for that matter).

• There’s definitely a chance that Ricky did make the first move. But, I also think he’s lead by stronger emotions — jealousy, anger, embarrassment, fear — and he lets them get in his way. If he confessed first, it was done in a moment clouded and misjudged by an emotional response.

• Following that, there’s only two emotions that I can imagine would make him spill or act upon his feelings. Anger or jealousy.

• If he was angry — rather, irritated — I can imagine that he’d let his irritation build until the point he does something brash; like hit someone or kiss them. And, in this case, he did.

Let’s say he was letting some drunkards have a hit at his car. His gas was running low, to the point he couldn’t make it much further without breaking down and, as a last minute resort, he’d pulled over beside a pub. He’d picked the first group to stumble out, tripping over their own feet while conversing words so loud they were practically shouted. A gaggle of men; all built like a brick shithouse, all similar in height to Ricky’s 6”5, all pissed out their own minds.

He’d walked over and thrust a golf club in their faces with a gruff invitation and a list of rules. Except, these were drunk men with giggling women watching from the door of the bar, men with egos so high and egged on by each other that Ricky’s rules were mere forgotten suggestions.

Swing one hit the left door. Swing two, the boot. Swing three, the roof. And then, swing four, swung smack dab into the middle of his back doors window.

Ricky ripped the club from the guys hand with force. Shoving the man away from his car, he lift the metal over his head and clocked the guy over the head with it. Once, twice, thrice.

His mates rushed forward, grabbing Ricky by his arms and forcing him away from the cowering man. One held him back with his own arms looped through the crook of Ricky’s own, pinning them behind his back after forcing the stick from his tight grasp, and another two threw clenched fists at his open stomach. Ricky grunted, breathless and winded. No matter how much he struggled, even with them drunk, Ricky couldn’t fight free against five men without lasting damage; they had him rendered useless.

The fifth man lugged his injured friend up, arm thrown over his shoulder and held still by his waist. “Get a move on,” he called over, “Someone’ll call the cops if you keep it up.”

Ricky was victim to the brute force of a last hit to his cheek that knocked him senseless and dazed before he was shoved to the ground with a boot to his hip. He lay curled in a fetal position, catching his breath, before sitting and turning to his car.

His poor Crown Victoria was more noticeably damaged then it ever had been and looking at it made him surge with a rage unquenchable.

A rage he festered in for days. Sneering at anyone that asked what happened to his cheek. Avoiding the people he could normally put up with.

Jacob was insistent though. Insistent and relentless. Insistent and relentless and adorning the most enchanting pair of blues that Ricky had ever seen. When Portman wanted something, they widened half a notch and seemingly paled a shade in colour while hope coated determination twinkled in them. And what he wanted right now, was to know why Ricky hadn’t shown up to the last two study sessions they had planned the week before.

And Ricky couldn’t outright ignore him like he could everyone else — not when he looked up at him like that.

“C’mon, Ricky! I’m just trying to help you pass math. I can’t do that if you don’t show up!” He huffed, frustrated. Ricky side-eyed him, his lip curling with annoyance. “Do we need to rearrange? Is that it? Because if that’s what you wanted you could have just fucking said instead of wasting my time!”

So he settled for vulgar language instead.

“Fuck off, Special Ed.” He snapped. Pivoting on his feet, he began to walk down the deserted hallway and away from the shorter boy. He thought momentarily that Portman had finally gotten it through his head, but a second pair of footsteps soon came tumbling after him. Ricky rolled his eyes, speeding up with a huff.

“If you don’t slow the hell down, I swear to god.” Jake muttered under his breath, catching up with Pickering’s pace. In a moment of blind irritation, Portman wrapped his fingers around the span of Ricky’s wrist and pulled. Ricky stumbled back, not having expected the force of it.

His skin flushed with molten anger, burning through his blood and tightening his limbs. His fists clenched at his sides, the blunt edges of his nails imbedding through the skin of his palms. Stalking forward, his breath ragged and his nostrils flaring, he backed Jacob into a row of metal lockers.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He gritted. “I know you’re not fucking stupid, Special Ed, so why the fuck are you acting like it?”

Jacob gulped, squirming under the piercing glare. “You’re right, I’m not stupid. I know somethings fucking wrong with you… so spill.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to fuck off before it registers?” He steps closer, a hand landing harshly on the locker beside Portman’s head. Jacob flinched, following the movement, and Pickering felt twang of guilt pierce the anger. Surely, Jake didn’t think he would actually hit him.

When he spoke next, it was through a gasp of breath; like he was finally getting nervous about pushing him. “A lot more. You do this every time something happens. You self-sabotage.”

The guilt flushed out of Ricky quicker than he could register it. “The fuck I do! I’m so sick of pricks like you looking at me and makin’ assumptions!” He snarled. “You got everything fucking handed to you-”

“Don’t start with that victim shit! I’m ‘privileged’ but I’m not oblivious to the world. I’m not oblivious to you! Something happened. And I know because your fucking grades are slipping again, you’re pissy all the time and you’re fucking avoiding me!”

Ricky paused. The flaming fury wracking his chest loosening and calming with an overtake of warm fondness. ‘I’m not oblivious to you!’ He’d never considered that. Never considered that someone didn’t just see him as a raging ball of fiery wrath only good for being brawny. His eyes trailed the length of Portman’s face, lingering on the plumpness of his lips — before recognising they were still moving.

“-t the bullshit and get your shit together, Ricky. I can’t keep fucking waiting around every time someone says something about your fucking mom or your intelligence or the fucking fights! I’m trying to help you, I can’t do that if you don’t meet me half-way!”

The flames soared high again. Jacob was in a disarray under him; his eyes were blown wide and drowning in a deep anxiety, flicking between Ricky’s face and the hand blocking him in. His breath was as ragged as Pickering’s own, and Ricky didn’t think he’s noticed, but he’d placed both hands on his abdomen — both pushing him and pulling him closer with every emotion he displayed.

“Shut up.” Ricky said. The influx of emotions confusing and re-angering him all at once. The mention of his mother sent a reactive need to fight alight; his hand curled beside Jake’s head.

“No. You never liste-”

But he couldn’t find it in himself to raise a threatening hand to him — not after protecting him from raised fists for so long, not when he looked up at him like that. All impassioned and frenzied and perfect.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Just fucking listen to m-”

“No. Shut it.”

Why was his pretty mouth still moving? Why couldn’t he just be quiet and let him stew in his pity for a while longer?

“Ricky, I swear to f-”

He surged forward, lips crashing into Jacob’s clumsily and with fervour. Portmans’s mouth had been half open, in the middle of a sentence, and in turn Ricky kissed more of his teeth than he did his lips. Jacob froze completely beneath him, voice humming through Ricky’s mouth as it died it with an intake of air.

Pickering stayed for a long moment, hoping with all hope that Portman kissed back. That this wouldn’t change things for the worst. But nothing.

He stepped back. Anxiety churning his stomach and with all intentions to turn and never look Jacob in the eye ever again. His lips left Jake’s, pursued and reddened from force.

This seemed to kickstart Portman, who grasped tight onto Pickering’s shirt with one hand and snaked a hand into the crook of his throat with the other. Their lips re-smushed together, this time with Ricky delaying in reciprocating before stepping forward and forcing Jacob back straight against the lockers. Jacob gasped again, fingers trailing around the nape of his neck and bringing their faces closer than should be possible.

Their noses flattened into each others cheeks, leaving no room for breath. Ricky parted, inhaled a stunted gasp, and went back in for another one.

Pickering’s hands found Jake’s hips, pushing himself flush up against the other body. Portman groaned, the hand holding Ricky’s shirt moving to hold his side with a squeeze before he pulled apart from Ricky’s lips with a shuttering sigh.

“Oh.” He whispered, leaning his head back against the metal. “That was- oh.” Ricky watched his pupils pulse with dilation, eyes half-lidded and fluttering.

“You should learn to take a fucking hint.” He swallowed, pressing his forehead lightly to the other.

“Honestly, I thought you might hit me.” He shrugged lightly. “It was better than you ignoring me. But I’d settle for this reaction every time.”

“I would never fucking hit you, you dick.” He sneered. “Never.”

• If he was jealous, however, I think he’s much more inclined to glue himself to Jacob (subtly). He asks for double the amount of study sessions, he offers to take him to school and back everyday, he forced him to sit with him at lunch. He knows he doesn’t have a right to be jealous, Jacob isn’t his. And he surely never will be.

• They’ve been dancing a dance between each other for months now. Playing a game that was seemingly endless. One in which Jacob gives suggestive hints to Ricky and Pickering responds in kind.

• Except, Jacob is impatient. So, he plays into Ricky’s vulnerability — he’s baiting him. He’s always been baiting him.

• In this scenario, Jacob suspects that it’s him that makes Ricky act so odd, so possessive. And he’s smart (Ricky doesn’t call him ‘Special Ed’ for no reason), so it’s easy to piece together that Pickering only ever seems to get that reactive whenever he spends more time around Malia, a girl he shares advanced math with.

• And there’s only so long Ricky can take watching her and Jacob giggle between them before he does something about it.

• They’re at Jacob’s house, much to his parents chargin, studying. Ricky is staring down at the book that had been thrust before him once he’d sat, open already on a page filled with letters and numbers and all sorts of unfamiliar symbols.

Jake hadn’t given him much context, just shoved a few sheets of paper and a pencil at him with the instruction of figuring out as many equations as he could in the thirty minutes set. There was no help, no explanation as to what this was for, just a dismissive wave of his hand at Ricky’s dumbfounded stare.

So, he knuckled down. The words painting the textbook seemed completely foreign, like trying to understand French when you’d only ever spoken English — but like looking at other languages, some equations were more recognisable and easier to differentiate; some were closer variants to what he knew.

He’d picked out the three he felt he had more chance of understanding and focused on them for the first twenty minutes with furrowed brows. Jake would occasionally glance at him and open his mouth like he wanted to say something before inevitably deciding against it. He’d pulled out his phone after unloading the work onto Pickering, instantly clicking into the open messages between him and Malia.

He’d planned to just sit snickering at the screen, despite the fact their conversation was far from funny, as an attempt to rile Ricky into the bait but he kept making the mistake of looking at the boy each time before he did.

Ricky looked uncharacteristically adorable. His head cocked to one side with his face scrunched in concentration; he’d let his hair grow a few inches longer then he normally would, giving it the length to fall onto his forehead, and he’d huff a sigh through flared nostrils each time he’d have to shove it back. Ricky was twitchy when he had to pay attention, shuffling and wiggling and twisting every few seconds; Jacob had realised through observing that he only ever seemed to do that when he was with him. He found it endearing.

Pickering glanced up, tongue visibly moving along his teeth from inside his mouth and Jacob rushed to look back at his screen with pink cheeks.

“So what’s this for then?” He grumbled, nodding down to the desk. “You testin’ me or something?”

Jake hummed, feigning interest in his phone while offering Ricky a half-hearted response. “Need to know what you remember.” Ricky’s eyes raked the length of him, narrowing distastefully at the device.

Portman peeked over at him, “You done?”

“All I can do, yeah.” He shrugged a shoulder.

“Good.” He hummed again, “Look over it. Double check your answers.” Jacob blinked down at his phone, forcing his shoulders to untense as he typed bullshit sentences into the text bubble, playing into his guise.

“Are you joking?” Pickering scoffed, eyeing between his face and his hands, a tick in his jaw. “Aren’t you supposed to do that? What the fuck am I here for if you’re not helping me?!”

“I’m seeing what you remember. Stop being difficult about it.” Jake gave him the side-eye, falsified with judgement and contempt.

“I’m not being fucking difficult! I walked in here and the first thing you did was pick up your stupid fucking phone.” Ricky sneered. “Thought you were taught proper manners?”

Jacob’s grip tightened and loosened, a coarse of adrenaline flushing through him like molten lava. His breath hitched, a catch in his throat that had him parting his lips and inhaling subtly. Baiting Ricky was easy, easier that most things Jacob tried his hand at, but the presence of unpredictability hovered almost mockingly close.

“Just double check your damn answers.”

“Whatever.” Portman watched carefully as he did, Ricky’s jaw still ticking every few seconds. Good. Something was working.

The screen flickered below him, capturing his attention. Maria was bombarding him with questions, ranging from ‘what does that even mean?’ and ‘fuck you too? Asshole.’. Confused, he scrolled up and saw endless messages conducted of nonsense words and inane insults.

Maria:

What even is a ‘bombard chicken-ass lokam look-alike’???

You’re a dick. ‘Mary Jane Lucy smelling ass_ your face long enough for the first’ and ‘Ken’s right-hand man the fat course of continent you’. What the fuck does that even mean????

I don’t know what you’re on about but that shits still oddly insulting.

Honestly, what the hell? Did I do something?

Jacob.

Jake?

Portman, I swear to god dude.

Answer me, you fuck!

You know what, I don’t even care if I did something. Your pasty ass better have been butt texting cause I swear if you weren’t I’m gonna reduce your twig of a self into a pile of bad grades and no balls.

Not like you have any anyways.

Jacob snickered, a sound that rumbled through his throat and escaped through his nose, and figured he’d put her out her conflicted misery.

Jacob:

Sorry.

I was typing bullshit to see how long it’d take to piss Ricky off that I wasn’t paying him attention. I wasn’t even reading it before I sent it lol

The text bubble appeared and disappeared for countless seconds, all of which Jacob spent grinning and festering in ideas of how she’d respond. There was a likely chance that Maria would keep up an annoyed facade while giving curious inquiries and woven insults, but when the text finally came through, he felt a flash of disappointment instead.

Maria:

Oh. Well, be careful. I’ve seen him at school and the boy has a temper, wouldn’t want him to hit you in your mug.

Might be the only thing you’ve got going for you physically.

Jacob:

Firstly, I got a lot going for me, thanks. Secondly, I’m expecting a reaction.

Ricky gathered the loose papers and book roughly, shoving them into a crumpled pile and throwing them onto the bed beside Jacob’s feet without care; Jacob jumped but stayed put. The glare on his face was scalding, roaming the hunched form of Portman before pausing on the screen. He couldn’t read the messages from a distance but the bold name at the top sent blares of vivid envy gnawing at his stomach and forced his hands to fist by his sides.

He cleared his throat when he got no reaction and Jacob’s head lifted with his eyes still trained on the messages. He hummed up at him in question, facading disinterest. Ricky’s face darkened, his eyes hooding and dilating.

“Why am I here if you’re not fucking teaching me?” He growled with his lip curled down into a snarl.

Portman’s fingers flew along the keyboard letters, typing out a last sentence before locking the phone closed and dropping it onto his lap.

Jacob:

If that reaction is a hit to the face, then so be it.

And if it’s a kiss, then even better.

Maria’s reaction was instantaneous — his phone lit up not a second later and buzzed without stop with her onslaught. He snorted lightly when he caught a glimpse of her answer; every message she sent was written in all caps and filled with an overuse of punctuation marks. Ricky’s jaw tightened from above him and he kissed his teeth.

Pickering’s hand unfisted and slid under the bone of Jacob’s jaw, his fingers pinching into the fat of his cheeks. Tilting his head up lightly, Ricky watched as he squirmed and flustered with interest. “I’m talking to you. Listen.” He’d tried to sound angry, or at least annoyed, but even to his own ears he’d gritt a plead.

Portman swallowed, the movement of his throat tickling Pickering’s palm. He licked his lips and inhaled sharply, with Ricky’s eyes following his tongue as it disappeared back into its cavern. “You keep asking the same questions. You already know why.” He breathed.

Ricky stayed silent for a long moment, gaze trained directly on Jacob’s own. The contact was roaring with intensity, a game of cat and mouse in its own right — a fight between whether Pickering should back off or if Portman should stop his sharade. Neither blinked nor in took deeper than shallow breaths but Ricky’s grip loosened and his face untensed.

“I keep asking because you keep giving me the same bullshit answer.” He whispered lowly. “You’ve been ignoring me for days, only talking to Maria, and when you’d asked if I wanted to come ‘round today, I thought you’d finally stopped pissing around.”

His voice was soft, if not twinged lightly with annoyance. Ricky stepped closer to the beds edge, his knees pressed against the mattress, and Jacob sat up straighter so his head was just above his chest. Their faces were meters apart, the greenette’s head dipped at the chin and the brunette’s tilted up; Jacob felt the warmth of Ricky’s breath against his face when he continued talking.

“And then I get here and you’re still ignoring me…” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Only for me to find out that you’re still talking to Maria. So, what is it? Are you guys dating? Or would you just rather spend your time with her?”

“What?” Jacob panicked. “Why the hell would you think we’re dating?”

“It’s not far-fetched, Special Ed.” He annunciated. “You’re both smart. You both like the same shit. I s’ppose I’d rather be around her if were you, too.” Ricky shrugged, trying and failing to come across unbothered.

“I don’t prefer her company, idiot. She’s just a friend. We-”

“You’re right.” Pickering nodded. “You’re friends, I’m not. I get it.” His hand dropped from Jacob’s face, a hurt frown overtaking his previous anger.

Portman grabbed his wrist before it fell to his side, gripping the span of it with a firmness unfamiliar to them both. “That’s not what I sai-”

“You didn’t have to.” He swallowed. “It’s just the truth.”

“No, it’s not! Stop twisting my words, dick! Me and Maria are friends. Me and you are mo-” He cut himself off this time, with his eyes wide and horrorfied. “Listen,” he gulped, “Me and Maria are friends, close friends. I like her, she can be sweet and she has this funny way of being both insulting and the most reassuring person all at the same time. She likes the same music I like, and the same foods, and the same movies. Her ma-”

Ricky’s mind reeled. They were friends, only friends, yet Jacob was still talking about her like he was ready to hop off and elope. It should be him. Him who had spent months playing into Jacob’s game of ‘will they, won’t they’, him who broke himself down into something softer all for the sake of sticking around.

But Jacob would never actually be with him.

Wouldn’t he? Something countered, a small voice filled with all-knowing and undertoned with challenge. More. You and him are more. He said it himself.

Pickering straightened. His eyes unblurred, refocusing back into Portman’s overwrought state and deciding with finality that he would do something. Jacob stayed rambling through all the reasons why Maria was so great and compatible and, surged with a spark of jealousness, Ricky struck.

His hand returned under the stretch of his jaw, fingers biting into flesh with purpose, Jacob’s grip on his wrist following the movement. Portman stuttered with his mouth parting and he stared up at Ricky in a daze. Wasting no time, he dashed forward and connected their lips with rough passion.

Jacob’s reaction was almost instantaneous, kissing back in a fight for dominance that had their teeth clash and their noses bump. He tilted his head to give himself a moment to breathe, lips still brawling fierce, and Ricky followed suit as he pushed himself closer.

The hand grasping him loosened and slid softly to brush along his jawbone before slipping away to caress the sensitivity of his jugular — Jacob groaned into his mouth, the sound humming through their lips and stroking lightly against the tips of Ricky’s moving fingers. Ricky smiled.

Portman clasped the nape of his neck, forcing him down further into their lip-lock with desperation and Pickering stumbled, his knees forcibly meeting the bed frame and making him kneel on the mattress. Ricky parted with a grunt, gasping urgently for lost air as he pressed his head against the other.

Jacob looked worse for wear, his face flushed and dazed and all gooey-eyed, his lips were swollen and reddened and slick with salvia but he wasn’t panting for any semblance of oxygen — instead, he inhaled deep breaths and pushed the tip of his nose softly into Ricky’s.

“You look so pretty.” He whispered, eyes never straying from Pickering’s. “You look like mine.”

Ricky swallowed nervously. “I am yours.”

“I know,” Jacob said gently, exhaling when Ricky began to curl the hair on his nape. “I’ve always been yours.”

Ricky’s eyebrows curled and he pressed his nose tighter into Jake’s as his eyes flickered with question and a twinge of possession. “Not Maria’s?”

“Definitely not Maria’s.” He chuckled. “Maria’s a lesbian. She wouldn’t wanna touch me with a ten foot pole.”

“Dick.” Ricky scoffed. “I knew you were doing it on purpose!” Even though his face contorted to showcase his peeved emotions, he moved further onto the bed and watched as Jacob snickered with a warmth in his chest.

• Jacob is a bit of a different case.

• I’m not saying he’s not overrun by strong emotions, because what teenager isn’t? But I do think because he grew up in a different environment, where things aren’t always survival of the fittest, that he has somewhat of a better grasp on them.

• If Jacob confessed first, which I think is more likely, then it was just because he wanted to.

• For some reason, I’ve got it in my head that he’s secretly a romantic and so I see him confessing in an unintentionally cringy (read: sweet) manner.

• However, for comedic and characteristic purposes, let’s not forget that Jacob can be an anxious guy and so not everything went with smooth sailing.

• Ricky is sat beside him, hands routing through a tattered backpack. The rumble of the Crown Victoria generates through him with low vibration and serves as a gentle soothe to his unease. Ricky doesn’t often have music on whenever he drives Jacob to and fro but the few times he’d had him sit with the car still the radio was always turned up a notch or two.

Pickering’s music is subjective to his mood, whenever he turns it on Jacob is always prepared for an onslaught fast rapping and strong beats, this time his music was softer, sweeter — Lord Huron, an artist Jacob had at the top of his list of favourites and one he had fragmented memories of once upon a time telling Ricky about. The music doesn’t serve as the comfort Jacob hoped it would.

It was days ago that he had slipped a parchment lined with ink, wrapped sleekly in pristine folded paper into the open of the others bag. A bag that went unused far more often than it did.

He’d placed it there knowing that it always lay deserted in a crumpled heap to fester in a corner of Ricky’s room or the backseats of his car. He’d placed it there hoping that it’d go unnoticed, like most things put in there, left to the abyss of the black hole that Ricky’s bag had always been. There were off chances that Pickering would have an epiphany and suddenly decide that the abyss of disdained homework and forgotten pencils were worth his time after all; but the probability of it happening was so low in itself that when Jacob had left the letter there it hadn’t crossed his mind that Ricky would ever find it.

And it definitely hadn’t crossed his mind that he would find it with Jacob sitting right there with him.

Portman has always had this odd way of being the most lucky and unlucky guy all at once, it seems his luck has run out. He’d considered that Ricky might one day have to go routing for lost importanties and it had aided as fuel to the fire that was Jacob’s feelings for him but that should have been years down the line and far far away from Jacob.

Now, he watched as his face furrowed and he flipped the envelope between two fingers with befuddlement. The bag lay laxly in his lap, folded in on itself with recent emptiness. Jacob wished more than anything he could fold in too.

The front of the ‘lope was inked in green, bold, capitalised letters that stood out a mile. The colour had been chosen with sentiment, with the hope that Ricky might notice and appreciate that he’d picked the shade of his hair. Presently, it felt stupid and looked brash. Jacob hadn’t written his first name, having felt like he’d already bore his soul in the letter’s length and not willing to extend that odd intimacy that was their denomination.

“Pickering.” Ricky read. “Why are you posting letters to me through a damn bag?” He scoffed and tilted his chin sideways to face him.

Jacob’s stomach lurched with a sickening rush of trepidation. He looked between him and his confession with such rapidness his head spun and he was sure he would be seeing his lunch for a final time. He knew. Ricky somehow knew, and he hadn’t even opened the damn thing. How did he know?

Then, he spotted it. The tell tale letter that he’d prided himself for using, a flare of an extra flick and a certain roundness given usually to an ‘R’ but gifted to his ‘k’; a pompous ideology Ricky never failed to point out. Fuck. There goes his chance of convincing him not to read it.

“I’m not.” Jacob swallowed, rolling his eyes for effect. “It was just some shitty Christmas card that I gave to a couple people, just trash it.”

Ricky’s eyes shone with a enflux of mirth and his lips quirked. “A Christmas card? What are we, five?” His voice quivered with gleeful entertainment.

“I know. It was stupid. You should chuck it.” He’s trying, really trying, not to let his desperation seep but the emotion is strong and clawing at him with such ferocity that he’s sure his insides are tearing. He tries to settle on nonchalance.

“Now, now,” Pickering teases, “That’d be plain rude, don’t you think?” Jacob knows it’s rhetorical and a light pick at his posher upbringing but the need to answer anyway forms when the boy's fingers slide under the sealed opening.

The noise places on his tongue, dancing on the edge with torment, and the word takes on his lips — no, he’s prepared to say, ready to scream with a foolhardy ambition. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t because this is what he wanted, had wanted when he’d written and sealed and placed his downfall, and to take it away would be to lose an opportunity. Jacob had lost too many opportunities in this lifetime.

At least now he’ll know that he’s as hopeless as he’s always thought.

Ricky has the letter in hand now, unfolded and bore. He’s not a quick reader and so Jacob sits in an agonising everlasting stillness — the low music and buzzing engine hushed and drowned by the unmuzzled panic set wild in him.

Dear Ricky,

I’m writing this for the sixth time knowing it’ll never find its way to you if I get a say in it. I’m writing this as a way to tell you without telling you at all, with the hope that it will flush out the stupidity of it. Though, it never does.

You’re everything. You have single-handedly weaned your way into my life, my heart, and made yourself the axis of it. You are everywhere and in everything and I can’t be anything without wanting to be it with you. You've become the rain and the butterflies and the games and the ease. You’ve become the books and the pictures and the music and the way I breathe. You’ve become life and I’m almost sure you’ll become death, too.

You’re what I want in life. In work, in enjoyment, in entertainment. I want you. I’ll always want you.

Even if you don’t want me. I can settle for anything you’ll give — I’ll take your hate, your anger, your disappointment, if only that’s what you need from me. I’ll be a friend, I’ll be an enemy, I’ll be a lover; I only hope I’ll never be a stranger. A hateful version of you is miles better than no version at all.

If you haven’t already gathered, I’m in love with you, Ricky. I’ve been in love with you for a long time.

Please don’t ask me to be a stranger? Please just hate me instead.

Love,

Your first admirer, Jacob.

P.S. Your music still sucks ass, that doesn’t change.

Ricky shook, the paper in his hands quivering with him; it differed from Jacob’s anxious trembles in the way that Ricky flushed with suffocating relief and reddened. Portman stayed frozen. He knew Ricky was done reading because his eyes no longer flickered with the movement but the longer he stayed silent the more Jacob reared in preparation.

His eyes didn’t stray from Pickering, trained on him like a canine cautious and ready to be struck in the worst of ways — in ways that would pierce his heart and have it bleed black and blue. Ricky’s breath shuddered when he exhaled, reminiscent of Jacob's own when he did.

Ricky folded the parchment back into a rectangle with delicate fingers, handling the letter like it was some aged artefact of value that could crumble any moment. He shifts in his seat, his legs bending at the knee and pointing towards Jacob as he twists his torso to face him. Their gazes connect with a crossfire of conflict and a hope.

The silence stays thick and stifling and Jacob cracks. “Please say something.” He begs, “Anything.”

“I-That was fucking poetic.” He chokes out. Ricky’s always been bad at emotions, at expressing them and feeling them in complete overwhelm but Jacob asked him to speak — Jacob asked and he couldn’t leave him to the quiet because he asked him not to.

Jacob’s turmoil somehow sated and re-flamed in the same span of time. Ricky wasn’t angry at him, he didn’t hate him but he didn’t reciprocate either. Poetic.

“You hate me?” He asked, just to be sure. Just to cover all grounds because sometimes Ricky wasn’t as readable as others.

Ricky flinched, as if the sentence just spoke was a man waving a loaded gun and firing. “Hate you?” He frowned. “I could never hate you. Not now. Not after…this.” He gestured to the letter. “Never after this.”

“Oh.” Jake gulped down the relief knitting in his throat with effort. “We’re- uh- we’re good right? ‘Cause I don’t want things to get weird because of some stupid feelings I have. I don’t want to lose our friendship because I was dumb enough to leave some letter in your bag.” He tried harbouring the same nonchalance he’d tried earlier but his voice betrayed his wishes once again with a pitch of unwavering need and plead.

“Why did you put it in my bag if you didn't want me to see it?” Pickering bites into the flesh of his cheek.

“I don’t know.” Jacob inhaled a stuttering breath. “You don’t ever go in that bag. I thought you might find it in a few months, maybe, and at least by then I’d have had a few more months of you. I thought maybe you’d see the envelope and just trash it, you don’t like to read shit.” He shrugged a shoulder.

Ricky bit a lip. Jacob was right, he would have chucked it without thought, he would have but that was Portman’s writing and he would never be rid of anything he gave him. Not really.

“Are we good?” Jake asked again, riddled with nerves.

Pickering inhaled deep, so much so that the air tightened his chest and stung his lungs. “I love you.” He confessed, a strangled sentence that sounded more forced than sincere, a show his body committed to whenever he tried to show affection. “I love you.” He said, with finality.

“What?” Portman breathed. “I’m sor-sorry, you what?”

“I love you.” He affirmed. “Too. I love you, too.”

Jacob stared, this time with a certain awestruck dazed look that made him appear almost high. His lips lay parted and his eyes wide and he looked like he’d been through some religious epiphany and seen God themself — except, he was looking right at Ricky and Ricky just said he loved him. “I love you.” Jacob said it this time, actually said it instead of just wrote it, and Ricky fucking Pickering blushed when he did.

• So, yes, Jacob has an easier time with emotions than Ricky but overall they're both pretty bad at it. Because Jacob panics and Ricky gets mad and they’re kinda fucking perfect for each other really.

• Yes, Jacob is a little cheesy and poetic and (not so) secretly a hopeless romantic and wholly devoted to being in Ricky’s life no matter. And yes, Ricky does sometimes think it’s cringey.

• (He does not.)

~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~

Reblogs and comments are extremely appreciated and encouraging!

[felixravinstills]

okay so your last comment about "Ravinstill torture nexus" and whether Hector was part of the rebels got me thinking....

(help, I'm falling into the abyss that is the Ravinstill torture nexus...ahhh)

I want to say Hector wouldn't sign off on the arena bombing, especially since Clemensia gets put at risk as well. And he doesn't seem to mind Felix and her remaining friends.

BUT in an universe that he does... I feel like he'd have to be provoked into it. Like maybe he learns about the real reason behind Clemensia's hospital stay.

Hector can be impulsive, especially when angry. Does he regret it once his anger has cooled and he sees the aftermath of the arena explosion? Maybe? It might depend whether Clemensia is still alive/scarred for life. Or maybe he's all "an eye for an eye" in this scenario 🤔

Ravinstill torture nexus!

Sorry, it took me a second to get to this, I was waiting for myself to be mentally awake lol. Anyway, thanks for sending this in an ask! I'm not 100% if you wanted my thoughts, but I suppose you'll be getting my two cents. (Obligatory Hector's your OC, I'm just speculating here lol)

Yeah, I don't think that Hector would sign off on the bombing. Even with the impulsivity (although maybe you could see it?), I think there would probably have to be maybe a downplaying of the danger to kids to get him to agree (what do you think?) Maybe, at his angriest, he thinks that there will be enough time for an evacuation (and the roof won't just collapse like that... I guess since all the Arena is used for is the Games, maybe the Capitol didn't bother to repair structural damage.)

Also even if Hector doesn't sign off on it, I think just by association (if the bombing is the work of a group of rebels, or if Volumnia is somehow behind it and has gone over Max's head somehow... idk if she'd do this in my interpretation but laying out all the options), this could add some anger on Max's side of the equation.

Also idk, I feel like the bombing had to be in the works for a bit, but theoretically, Clemmie is in the hospital during that time (assuming of course Gaul still hospitalizes Clemmie) so... even if logistically it might not make sense (although idk maybe the Rebels work fast), Max might find it suspicious that after Clemmie's attack and she's hospitalized, all the other mentors are in a bombing...

But yeah, Hector doesn't seem to have a problem with Felix, and given his and Clemmie's friendship, I don't think he'd go that route (unless other drastic things could happen this AU?)

But it is interesting to think about to me, because it gives Max a clear point where he can see Hector as having "betrayed" him. Like, even after their falling out, I think Max can see the cut contact as Hector being Hector. That's his principles, he doesn't see what Max needs to do. Actively trying to organize people to not support the Games is within Hector's rights (even if Max/Volumnia might try to silence other people doing that), but Hector potentially being implicated in the bombing? even if it's not true or because he was misled? Hmmmm, fun for me... Because I think the affection lingers, but I think for Max it would destroy literally any thoughts of a reconciliation (whatever buried hope there might be...)

Also I just like killing Felix, but I suppose he doesn't have to die for all this to happen... Like Max would still be upset at just the threat on his life I think... Also it was my personal hc that in canon, the Capitol were over confidant and letting potential Rebels run around in the hopes of finding more and this backfired with the bombing which is why they don't publicize the Bombing more. It makes them look bad, and if people look closer, it could make them look worse. BUT with the Hector wrench thrown in, Max gets to blame himself a bit more, because he probably was willful ignorance is also largely due to Hector probably!

Damn, I wrote a lot... Anyway, thanks for the ask and entertaining the Ravinstill torture nexus!

[gigglingsoftly]

We Bare Bears Tickle HCs

A/N: I’ve been rewatching We Bare Bears. I just wanted these headcanons out of my head. And I would add more every time I would get an idea. I’m pretty sure there is nothing else for me to add. So now I’m sharing them with you. I was originally going to keep them to myself but finding out there was practically no wbb stuff made me sad so I’m taking this into my own hands.

If you were a fan of the show I hope you like them and think they are accurate or at least some what accurate!

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Grizz

The residential tickle monster.

He wants his brothers to do something? Tickles! They’re being sassy/jerks? Tickles! They need cheering up? Tickles!He just wants to be annoying and bother them? Tickles!

He’s been like this since they were cubs and there truly is no escape.

He remembers where his little brothers are most to least ticklish like it’s literally embedded in his mind.

Ice Bear and Panda have literally had to gang up on him and make him promise to STOP.

They all know he can only keep that promise for so long.

Pan Pan and Ice don’t have to tease him really. Reminding him that this is for years of torment is usually enough.

Mimicking teases or things he’s done to them kills him.

He’ll take it in stride and usually he’ll admit that he deserved it.

Sometimes he’ll get cheer up tickles and his brothers will just remind him that they’re just returning the favor. He’s always so willing to cheer up his brothers.

It works but this usually just causes a massive tickle fight. He has to remind his brothers at all times he is the tickle king.

He definitely makes his brothers say he’s the best big brother ever. Like I just know he does bc that is literally such a him thing to do.

Panda

He’s literally soooo ticklish. Like he’s the most ticklish out of his brothers.

They tickle him all the time.

He’s also such a cutie that they can’t help it. Okay, Grizz is the one who can’t help it

Like he’s so giggly and he becomes such a wiggle worm. He gets super blushy. And if he laughs too hard he gets the hiccups. And he gets teary eyed. Like he’s so precious.

And pointing how cute he is just makes the tickles worse.

He’s going to curl into a ball and protect himself. It’s two against one a lot of the time and even if it isn’t he’s way more ticklish than his brothers will ever be. So he might as well just protect his most vulnerable spots and hope they get bored soon.

He has no issue getting his brothers back. They deserve it! Of course tho, that means he’s right back where he started. And he kinda knows that but revenge is always worth it.

Ice Bear

He will try not to laugh! He told Panda that if he doesn’t laugh Grizz will eventually just get bored. But Panda is too ticklish for that advice lol

It only works sometimes anyway. I mean Grizz already know he’s ticklish. It just depends on how determined his big brother is that day.

He will def try to escape.

He is a fighter! His brothers know they can’t go too far or someone will definitely get hurt (most likely them)

He’s not much of a beggar. He’ll just squirm around a lot and eventually just tap out. Or his brothers have to see he is literally dying in order for them to stop.

One time tho Grizz was like “I’ll only stop if you say you quit!” Panda had to tell Grizz he was going too far but he was equally amused. It’s what Ice what gets for being the strong silent type

Usually Grizz and Panda’s go to teases for him is reminding him he’s the baby and that he’s their baby brother. Incredibly effective.

His brothers will tickle him just to see him smile since he doesn’t smile often. And they know that’s just how he is and it doesn’t mean he’s sad but still they want to see him smile.

After his brothers give in then he’ll say something like “Ice Bear is the ultimate tickle monster.”

[thegamingcatmom]

Hello, I've been reading a lot of your stuff about the Denali sisters and also read your first chapter too (Very good btw) I have to say I love the Denali sisters, Tanya especially but I am conflicted because I feel as if the way people see them is very different from how I imagine them, and hey that is alright because to each their own and in the end we write/read many times to comfort ourselves. Thing is, when are we crossing a line here? I love what you're doing, love their wild side, their more predatory way of seducing reader (who in my mind is their mate, weather we believe in mate stuff or not is a whole diff story but thats my reasoning behind choosing reader) but we're facing stuff ehre like kidnapping, abducting and only the writer knows what more is in store for poor reader, and that in my eyes is not a healthy relationship, is making them (my fav characters in this case) to be hella toxic and shit and though I'm loving all your HC's and loving the chapte, even wanting to read more to see where it leads as I said I can't help but feel sad because falling in love is one thing but this is just pure idk, instinct? I ask myself like as reader would I really fall in love with this kind of people who induced the trauma of sorts, like ofc I know this is fiction ands tuff but yk I think way too much over things that I shouldn't. Idk if that made any sense because it's hard to put into words what I mean and I suck at explaining stuff, a clsoed book would be easier to read than me lol. I understand vampires are intense,a re possessive and jealous but to what extent? ANYWAY i'm sorry for this long ass ask and I hope it doesn't bother you the things I said? if it did I'm really sorry I didn't ask any of this with ill intention, I'm honestly curious. Have a good day <3

Hello there!

First of all: Thanks a lot for your very honest opinion on this and that you felt comfortable enough to reach out to me. Critisism is important and always very much appreciated. 🫶

I also wanna thank you for complimenting the stuff I´ve done so far, I´m really happy you like it! <3

I agree with you that ppl view them differently, and that´s absolutely alright. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and, sometimes, that opinion vastly differs from ours or how we´ve come to understand someone else´s view on them. Which, again, that´s absolutely alright.

Now to the story I´m writing:

You correctly stated that it´s not a healthy relationship, at all. (Not at its current stage, at least.) However, this was entirely my intention when I started writing it. I want the sisters to come across as these feral, instinct-driven beings who more or less turn a blind eye to MC´s struggles (at first). That´s the great thing about fanfiction: You´re not bound/limited to canon. You can go absolutely wild and try out things and storylines you´ve always wanted to see playing out. This is me going absolutely wild.

Does that mean I see the Denali sisters solely as masochistic, sadistic beings who only have their own interests at heart? Absolutely not. (Something that becomes more clear as we progress further with the story.) This is merely a different take on them. I still very much see them as your loving girlfriends/mates/wives who´d do absolutely anything for you...in an alternate universe. (At least with how things currently stand.) 😅

I´ve always been drawn to darker topics that really question the morality of it all. I´m aware that this is not for everyone, and that´s totally fine. But that´s what tags and warnings are for. If you feel like this story isn´t for you, then I kindly ask you to skip this one. I´d be very sad to lose you as a reader, but I´d absolutely understand your reasoning for it. ❤️

"I ask myself like as reader would I really fall in love with this kind of people who induced the trauma"

You hit the nail right on its head here, actually. This is exactly what I had in mind right from the start when it comes to MC. Reader will NOT be this naive, foolish girl easily brainwashed into doing the sisters´ biddings. I myself don´t find such a storyline appealing either. I love MCs who fight back, who come out on top despite everything they´ve been put through. Reader won´t fall in love with any of them for a long, long, long time. Which also means there won´t be anything physical going on, aside from Tanya´s pesky advances, lol.

Speaking of: No matter how persistent any of the sisters get, there won´t be any non-con stuff. Not in a way that causes MC harm *points to Tanya´s unwanted advances*. This is a line I don´t wanna cross. Any advances towards MC will be written in a way that (hopefully) comes across as both spicy AND hilarious. Something like Tanya getting a book thrown in her face for trying to steal a kiss, lmao. (Which is very likely to happen btw. MC is a lil spitfire.)

So, what I’m really asking is for you to have a bit of faith in me and my writing, and to wait for the next chapter, where the sisters will officially be introduced, before you give up on this story. It will get feral and instinct-driven at times, yes. But there´s more to it and to the sisters.

Next chapter might just give an insight into that already. ;3

To sum it up: This story will be less about falling in love and more about becoming a better/the best version of yourself.

This is what we´re aiming for:

Fingers crossed we gonna make it there! 🤞🤞🤞

Thanks again for your very elaborate and valid ask. ❤️

[luff2]

BOISVERT TKL HCS PT 2!!

As promised here’s part 2 of Boisvert tickle hcs for all the Boisvert tkl community fans (maybe) out there. ENJOY.

COMPLEX 

LER

SUPER TEASY

Finds your spots all the time!!

Thinks his Lee’s laughter are adorable so he doesn’t stop tickling you for a while.

Tickled the shit outta Dogtooth while they were fighting (my au)

Does it a lot even with all of those hands.

Goes for the sides, belly, neck, or ribs.

He wouldn’t pin you down often since he’s somewhat gentle.

Will let you rest for a few minutes like 15-13

And especially laughs along with you!!

LEE

100% on the ticklish spectrum!!!

  Man cannot stand teases either!

  He’s super wiggly when tickled and his arms flail around so be careful not to get hit.

  His laugh is super bubbly and joyful!

His most ticklish spots are his sides, and palms of his hands.

LOVES IT and will never ask you to stop until he falls asleep.

  Doesn’t like getting pinned down much.

Likes to get hugged and tickled at the same time.

He’s also a worm :3

ANGEL

LER

Look at him. Look. LOOK. AT. HIM. 

  You cannot tell me that this fucker hasn’t tickled anyone EVER!?!?

  He looks like a fucking merciless ler.

  Absolute teaser and a master at tickling.

  Definitely has tickled Room once or twice!

  Will say things like “Oh~ is this a good spot?” or “Is the little human scared of being tickled~?” With a cheesy smirk.

  Pokes and prods at first but then starts to go faster until he’ll eventually start going crazy and tickle you all over.

  Goes for your most sensitive spots on your body.

Likes the sound of his lee’s laughter (he finds it entertaining)

(Add on: He also uses his hands to tickle the life outta you :3 )

LEE

Hmmm… possibly on a scale of 90%?.. nah nah… let’s go with 99%!

Screechy and squirmy when being tickled

He blocks himself with his hands or arms.

He’s super sensitive on his ribs and will immediately try pushing you away once you touch them.

Somewhat likes it but at some point he’ll change his mind again and again.

He barley can handle sneak attacks so he’ll have his eye on you while your near him.

Will scream and “cry out” once you get him pinned down.

He’ll beg and plead for mercy but he knows you won’t give a fuck.

A very bubbly and soft laugh.

COVENANT

LER

He looks like he’ll give you mercy??? Maybe??\?\

He’s very gentle and soft with his tickling and won’t do it hard.

Giggles along with you.

Will first cuddle or snuggle close to you in order to attack.

Loves hearing your laugh!

Blows raspberries on your neck a lot of times! (Even though he has no mouth and his head is made of paper)

Thinks your squirming is cute.

Likes to tease and hug you about your sensitivity.

Talks in a childish voice in order to make you more flustered.

LEE:

SUPER TICKLISH

  Isn’t fond of being tickled but still finds it enjoyable.

  He finds it very rare for him to be tickled or even laugh.

  He has super high pitched laugh and it sounds like a tea kettle.

  He usually can sense that a person is about to tickle him.

  Motherfucker will not stay still for a second and will squeal once you lay a finger on him.

  His stomach is the most sensitive, so are his armpits.

  He will run away once he hears a word that’s similar to “tickling” or mishears the word.

Does not like to get pinned down unless he’s in a lee mood.

Holay molaaay… I’m tired. Finally got this done and now my life is complete lol.

(I maybe will do T.O.E and T.B.O.P hcs soon so if u guys have any ideas just ask since ideas r free now!! ;)

Anyways hope this was enough!!! Have a great day!! 

[ryuichirou]

IMPORTANT QUESTION SINCE NOW I AM AWARE YOU ARE INTO A/B/O DO YOU HAVE ANY SEBEMALLE HCS FOR IT I REALLY LIKE YOUR MIND

Anon! Thank you so much for enjoying our stuff I AM VERY HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!

We have a couple of asks related to ABO, and I kind of took my sweet time with them lol So it took ages to write this, but I guess this is pretty much a norm for me these days. Anyways, I hope you are still here and enjoy reading it, thank you for your patience!

Sebek/Malleus is such a good ship…

(how come I always say that we aren’t that into ABO but end up having tons of opinions and thoughts about it 🙄)

Sebek had no idea that Malleus is an omega for the longest time; it’s not like it’s a huge secret, but it just never occurred to Sebek to even think about Malleus as someone who could mate and procreate. Sebek found out about it on one fateful day when he was suddenly hit with the strongest and the sweetest wall of scent that was so suffocating and stimulating that Sebek almost passed out in his dorm hallway. Malleus didn’t go hiding or cover his scent that month for some reason…

Malleus has always known that Sebek is an alpha, even when Sebek was a kid; it was just way too obvious. But he never thought that Sebek would grow up to be his alpha: he kind of always thought of him as a restless pup that nibs on Silver without even realising the tension they are going to have in a couple of years. Malleus always thought that Silver is lucky to have Sebek by his side for his whole life.

Like I mentioned in the first hc, Malleus usually either hides somewhere, tries to cover his scent just enough not to get bothered by others or just asks Lilia for help, but that one time he didn’t do any of it, and that was when Sebek burst into his room confused, concerned, determined and very aroused. Malleus didn’t expect to see him, but that was the first time he saw Sebek as an alpha willing and capable of handling him.

And Sebek really is good at handling him. He hesitates at first, but the more they do it, the more confident and aggressive he gets; either his alpha instincts take over, or he just sees that Malleus loves it when he isn’t holding back. But every time they finish, and Malleus squeezes Sebek as he gets stuck inside of him, it’s like the realisation of what kind of relationship he and his liege now have hits Sebek, and he gets flustered and apologetic. Malleus usually hits him with “so you regret doing this to me?” just to see Sebek get even more flustered and apologetic, but for the opposite reason.

Sebek obviously isn’t allowed to claim Malleus, and Malleus usually covers his nape with hard dragon scales just so even if Sebek bites him, he can’t mark him as his own. But one time he felt like testing (or teasing) Sebek and didn’t cover it, and poor Sebek was losing his mind the entire time. He really wanted to sink his teeth into that milky skin, he lapped it with his tongue and whimpered, but had enough self-control not to bite it… he bit Malleus’ shoulder and seriously scratched his hips instead, and Malleus enjoyed that a lot.

The only other lover Malleus had previously (we all know who it is) was bigger than Sebek, so Malleus is very used to the alpha’s cock practically hitting his uterus. He body is demanding and he is a huge-ass dragon, so this is the sensation he pretty much expects. But Sebek can’t really go that deep, which isn’t a super bad thing: Malleus learned to enjoy this tickling frustration of getting pleasured but not completely satisfied, in a weird way it arouses him, and of course his walls are always completely ruined by Sebek anyway. But when one day Sebek suddenly positioned Malleus’ legs in a different way, went harder and much deeper than before, hitting and almost entering Malleus’ uterus, Malleus saw stars. In a very good way.

In theory, Sebek just helps out Malleus (while obviously being madly in love with him), but it’s not like Malleus isn’t helping Sebek out too. They had sex in a library once because Sebek got horny seemingly for no reason, with his mind being a bit clouded. Malleus got surprised when he felt Sebek rubbing against his hip, but thought it was very cute... he could’ve teleport both himself and Sebek to his room, but doing it in a library felt more fun.

After that he gave Sebek his handkerchief, not saying but implying that Sebek should use this to masturbate the next time he gets uncontrollably horny around Malleus. He doesn’t totally mean it, but Sebek abuses that poor handkerchief pretty much daily. Malleus’ scent is so strong that it gives Sebek a headache sometimes, but he just can’t stop smelling it.

Sebek also learned how to massage Malleus when he doesn’t feel good during estrus but also doesn’t want to have sex for some reason. Sebek isn’t super good at it, and Malleus doesn’t always ask him to do it, but he learns very fast. He learned that Malleus reacts the best when his tail is getting massaged…

One day the realisation hit Sebek: he’s been breeding Malleus for quite some time now, up to 5 times per day every estrus, but it never leads to conception. Does Malleus just not get gravid? Is he doing something, is there magic involved? He has a lot of questions, but he wouldn’t dare to ask Malleus about any of them. He is afraid that Malleus would stop asking for his help if he does.