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[osamusriceballs]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE TWINS!! 💖💖🥰🥰

(Especially to the better twin- it’s up to you to decide which one is the better twin tho hehe~)

And it wouldn‘t be a proper birthday if I don‘t post some low quality Miya pics hahahaha 😂😂😂💖

OUR FAVORITE BOYS AHDJDJDKDJEKSK 😭😭💖💖 #WHIPPED

[stratuscloudsurfer]

Melli and Ingo take a trip around Sinnoh for their honeymoon.

It might seem ironic, given that Melli spent his entire life in Hisui, and Ingo’s spent the last 6 years there, but neither have seen present-day Sinnoh ( aside from Ingo’s brief trip to Jubilife City to see the Museum ) and both are curious about it.

They start off in Celestic Town and hike all the way up to Snowpoint City, spending several days tent camping in the wilderness of the Coronet Highlands while they explore every nook and cranny of the area that they both know so well, yet looks so different in the modern world. Many of their fans worry for the safety and sanity of the Subway Boss and his wildly popular social media icon of a husband because let’s face it, several days roughing it in the Mountains isn’t exactly most people’s idea of a safe and romantic get-away.

On top of this, they stress out the rangers of Mount Coronet because they keep deviating from the main trail that runs through the area. They worry about the two tourists from Unova getting lost, even though Ingo filed for a backcountry permit beforehand and always seems to know exactly where he‘d going, despite his claim that he’s never visited the Mount Coronet recreational area before. Astoundingly, he’s even pointed a couple of other turned-around visitors in the right direction. All the while the two former Highlands wardens are totally relaxed, having a great time gallivanting through the mountains, living off of freeze-dried meals, trail mix, and spring water. At night Ingo sits with his head against Melli’s shoulder next to the campfire, contentedly listening to him sing and strum the little ukulele he insisted on bringing.

Upon arriving at Snowpoint City they check into a quaint little bed and breakfast and watch the snow fall while drinking some of the City’s apparently famous hot chocolate then hop on the ferry over to the Battle Area the next morning. Ingo spends the next few days challenging every single facility the Battle Frontier has to offer. He has a blast and so does Melli, watching him and cheering him on, occasionally even joining him in battle. Ingo collects all of the commemorative prints while he’s there, which he displays in his apartment when he gets back. After long days of battling Melli sits next to Ingo in the white sands of the beaches and listens to him animatedly recount all of the clever strategies and movesets he encountered.

They finish up the trip in Jubilife City, and of course Ingo has to show Melli the History Museum. The first thing he does after walking through the doors is track down Museum Guy so he can introduce him. Meeting Melli causes him less of a shock than it did for him to meet Ingo at first, but then again, he’s not dressed like he just stepped out of the 19th Century and his hair is styled differently, so it takes him a minute to place who he is.

That is, until Ingo announces him as “My husband, Warden Melli.”

After his eyes stop bulging and he manages to get his mouth to close, he says, “I knew it. I knew you two were more than ‘good friends!’”

“Good friends?” Melli rolls his eyes and squeezes Ingo’s hand tighter, as if to make a point. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Is that what your history books say we are? And after Adaman married us and everything!”

Of course, then Museum Guy has to know everything about their traditional Hisuian wedding, and they are more than happy to share. In exchange, he gives Melli a personal tour of all of the exhibits displaying his and Lord Electrode’s greatness.

They’re sad to leave when it’s time to go; for the first time in a while, Ingo doesn’t want to go back to work. But not to worry, Melli took plenty of pictures. Over 900, to be precise.

[inactivemeihiko]

hi i desire nothing more than their happiness.

The Basics

What is your OTP? - kuraryou ! 🙌 aka best duo haha look at them theyre so cute

How do they know each other? - they play on the same high school baseball team and became known as the keystone duo.

Who made the first move? - probably ryousuke. he wouldn’t make a big deal of the thing—he’d just super casually drop the bomb at the most random moment which would make kuramochi do a double take, and when asked to repeat himself, ryousuke would smile ambiguously and tell mochi that he heard him. kuramochi would be super shook and clarify what the other said and his mind would just be a string of “omgomgomgomg”

Who wears the pants in the relationship? - ryousuke. he may be small, but he’s the bigger man. step it up, mochi

Who is more possessive? - def ryousuke. i can see him getting jealous of other people taking up too much of mochi’s time while mochi’s completely oblivious to it.

Who is more open to PDA? - i can’t see either of them being big on pda, but ryousuke might to show that mochi’s his and mochi might just to show off and make people uncomfortable lol

Favorite way to cuddle? - um !!! idk! ryou’s small so kuramochi just likes to? hold him? close to his chest? while also trying not to highlight too much on ryousuke’s height bc he knows he‘d get chopped

Favorite place to be together? - on the field! it always feels super good to be in sync, and it shows how close they’ve become.

Any nicknames for each other? - there’s kuramochi’s “ryou-san!” and i feel like ryousuke would sometimes call mochi by his first name youichi just to fluster him.

Who remembers the important things? - both! kuramochi is always nervously preparing for anniversaries and stuff, and ryousuke would pretend like he forgot but he keeps track of this shit don’t test him

Who is more likely to cheat on the other? - h i wanna say neither bc Neither, and neither !!

Name 3 songs for your OTP. - n/a bc i’m not big on songs ^^;

The Scenarios

Your OTP had their first fight. What was it about and how did they make up? - ryousuke isn’t the best at being straightforward with his feelings, so kuramochi could get frustrated with this. they make up after ryou has time to think and (forcefully) approaches kuramochi to explain himself. mochi immediately forgives ryou, as it wasn’t a serious fight anyway and they promise to try to be more honest and patient with each other.

Your OTP’s first date. Where did they go and who paid? - probably some lil cafe bc i’m cliche ! ✨ ryousuke would offer to pay, but kuramochi would insist bc he wants impress ryou who just smirks and lets him bc his bf is cute

Your OTP decides to get a pet. What is it and what kind of adventures/troubles follow? - a cat bc they’re more peaceful, and the pair doesn’t have the energy after practice to play with an energetic dog. the cat would probably rip their curtains.

Your OTP lives together. What is their daily morning ritual? - they always wake up in each other’s arms. ryousuke is usually the first to wake up to kuramochi’s chest, and after messing with mochi’s hair for a while, he’d get up to prepare breakfast. sometimes kuramochi wakes up first, and he feels blessed to see ryou’s peaceful state in the morning. he’d spend the entire time just watching ryou and grinning to himself like a lovesick fool.

Your OTP goes to Disney World. Who wears the Mickey/Minnie ears and what do they do? - kuramochi loses a bet to ryousuke and wears the ears.

Your OTP’s family meeting. What are their thoughts on their partner’s family? How do they meet? - they take the other to their parents’ house over breaks. kuramochi’s family was shocked that mochi was able to get himself a lover, and ryousuke’s family is just happy for ryou and 100% approves of mochi who’s stiff the entire visit.

Your OTP spends a rainy Sunday afternoon together. What do they do to relax? - kuramochi would drag ryousuke into gaming with him. it isn’t the most relaxing activity considering how heated the game can get, but as long as mochi’s enjoying himself, ryousuke’s okay with it.

Someone flirts with your OTP. What does lover 1 do when lover 2 is getting hit on? Vice versa? - if someone were to flirt with kuramochi under ryousuke’s vision, they’d be dead meat. he’d give them the deadliest goddamn smile possible and utter a few words, and the guy would fucking dissolve into a pile of ashes right then and there. ryousuke would make clear what was his. if someone flirted with ryousuke, kuramochi would get defensive like “hey, that’s my boyfriend!” he’d be direct about it.

The AUs

What sport would your OTP play besides baseball? - lets join the iwatobi swim club! 🤩🤩

Timeskip 10 years into the future! How is your OTP doing? - they’ve both graduated college and rented an apartment together. it’s super cozy for just the two of them, and they’re just living the domestic au life still as in love as ever.

Any original AUs for your OTP? Share it! - what’s originality

[parkapetrs]

in the middle 06 | college!peter parker x reader

summary: in which you and a shy awkward boy named peter parker waltz in the gray area between friends and lovers

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none?

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06: waves

There was a tornado.

Harsh and biting, the gales sounded their mighty roar. Your face became a stable target to the violent winds approaching. The chilly air blew through your hair, its loud howling ripping through your ears. Suddenly, you felt a dip, your body reaching a steep decline, and for a moment you felt like this was it: you were about to fall to your death. It jolted you awake, and this was the moment you realized there was no tornado.

Only somebody’s toned back, fitted in red and blue, and being swung through and between skyscrapers at lightning speed. Your arms were draped over Spider-Man’s neck as one of his hands was held securely under your thigh, the other spewing strings of web to pull him across the city.

You looked down and immediately regretted it. Below you, the bustling city of Queens was the size of ants. Yellow and orange flickering lights painted the landscape, while the rows of red indicated on-going traffic. You were aware of the cold air nipping at the skin of your swinging legs. Your sandals threatened to fall.

This was real and happening.

Not a dream.

You wished for a tornado instead.

Suddenly conscious of the terrifying distance between you and the ground, you couldn’t help the panicked scream that gurgled behind your throat. You tightened your arms around Spider-Man as you held on for dear life. His muscles tensed, obviously surprised by your outburst, and he touched his chin to his shoulder to look over at you.

“Oh, you’re awake,” he said casually. He slowed down his pace and lowered the both of you onto the rooftop of a relatively short building.

You hopped off him but your legs still felt like jelly so you stumbled backwards before catching yourself.

“Thank you so much,” you said when the air returned to your lungs. “I literally owe you my life.”

He raised an arm up in a small wave. You noticed that he winced when he did and your eyes traveled to his abdomen, to the darkened area of his suit.

Spider-Man, you’re bleeding…

“Hey, it’s no problem! Just doing my job!” He touched his fingers to his brow in a salute.

He sounded chirp for someone who literally just got stabbed. Growing up in a family of nurses, you insisted on taking a look at the wound, to which he gracefully refused. “I heal fast!” was all he said.

“Where were you going to take me?” you asked once he managed to convince you that he would be fine. Admittedly, you were still concerned for him but you decided not to meddle, seeing as it was none of your business. He’s a superhero, after all.

“Taking you home,” he said with a shrug as if to say ‘duh’. “Come, hop back on.”

How does he know where I lived? you wanted to say.

But flashes of MJ flooded your mind – you couldn’t let her know what happened to you. It’d send her to overdrive, and she already had a lot on her plate with her path to sobriety. You just couldn’t do that to her. You couldn’t tell her, at least not yet.

On the other hand, you were still shaken from recent events – you knew that if she asked about your night like she always did, you’d tell her in a heartbeat. It was traumatizing and scarring, and all you wanted was for someone to hold you through the motions, but it’d be too overbearing for your best friend.

Instead, you suggested to be dropped at Ned Leeds’. Ned definitely owed you a favor after the film showing at the university, and you could really use a place to stay for the night – just until you recovered.

“You know him, anyway,” you told Spider-Man, as if doing so would make him reconsider taking you home.

“N-Ned Leeds? I don’t know him, sorry!” He said a little too quickly.

You cocked your head to the side, confused. “But… you said hi to him the other week. Ned said he knew you.”

For a moment, he stood still. You could almost see the cogs in his brain whirring as the memory struggled to catch up to him.

He scratched the back of his neck. “Oh, right! Um, let’s get you there, then.”

* 

To your surprise and guilt, Ned didn’t live in an apartment on his own like you had assumed.

Spider-Man took you to a small bungalow with the most god-awful white picket fences surrounding it. In contrast to the house’s general state of things exterior-wise, the inside was cozy and snug. Ned lived with his family: a loud and friendly bunch of 3 younger sisters, one older brother, and one older sister. Although his parents didn’t speak much, they were smiling and hospitable upon your arrival.

When Spider-Man had tapped on Ned’s bedroom window a few minutes ago, Ned had opened it for him without skipping a beat like it was routine.

“Pe–Spider-Man!” He‘d tripped on his words the moment he saw you standing awkwardly behind the masked hero. Surprised. You couldn’t blame him. “Y/N? What brings you here?”

“I need a place to stay for the night. I remembered you owed me so,” you’d said matter-of-factly with your arms folded over your chest, “thanks.”

“We’ll go around the front and knock,” Spider-Man had said.

And that is how you ended up in their guest room, spilling to Ned the events that transpired, and him listening to and holding you patiently.

When you finished, you made sure to shoot him a glare. “Don’t you dare tell MJ.” And then as an afterthought, you added, “And Peter. He’ll blame himself.”

“Have you contacted him tonight?”

“No.” You shook your head. “Can you do it? Can you text him for me?”

“You should do that yourself, Y/N,” Ned sighed. “Peter would be devastated. Not that it matters what I say, but I think it’s better if you told him – he cares about you.”

There was a warm feeling that erupted in the pit of your stomach when he said that. Though it was hard to believe, a few hours after Ned had left, you still found yourself sending Peter that text.

Just in case.

I’m really sorry I didn’t show up tonight. Something terrible happened and I have to stay at Ned’s. But don’t worry – I’m fine.

When you woke up in the morning, you were disheartened to find your inbox empty. Peter hadn’t replied. You should’ve known Ned was either bluffing or exaggerating.

At around ten in the morning, Ned’s mom knocked on your door and appeared with a tray of breakfast.

“Thank you, Mrs Leeds!” You were surprised with the unexpected act of kindness. “You shouldn’t have.”

“My son didn’t want to wake you. He has left for school,” she smiled softly before making her leave.

You’d already missed most of your morning classes so you decided to take a short nap and attend only your afternoon classes thereafter. Getting up at 1 in the afternoon, you put on the clothes Ned had left at the foot of your bed last night. They originally belonged to his older sister who was kind enough to lend them to you. After a quick glance at yourself in the mirror, you grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. What—or who—you saw on the other side made your heart rise to your throat.

“Peter?” You squeaked.

His hair was perfectly tousled in the usual Peter Parker way and he was wearing another one of his signature flannels. Sitting cross-legged on the couch, he was playing some kind of game on his mobile with his speakers on loud. 8-bit music filled the air as his tongue stuck out in concentration.

Hearing your voice, he looked up with bright eyes and a huge grin. The bruises on his face were yellowing, yet you noticed some were still fresh and blue – new ones. He crossed the distance between you, took your bag from your grip, and hung it on his shoulder effortlessly, like he did last week.

“Hi. Ready to go to school?” He said as he held the door open. “Oof – why do you still carry this bag of rocks around?”

*

The two of you made your way to Addington in the heat of the sun. You didn’t expect Peter to pick you up at Ned’s and walk you to school, but here he was beside you, holding a big black umbrella over your heads.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about last night,” you started, fumbling with the loose threads on the hem of your shirt – a nervous habit you’d picked up from Peter.

“Hey,” he said, “don’t worry about it, okay? I’m just glad you’re okay.”

He knew. Ned must have told him. You were grateful that that was all that was said about last night. Honestly, you didn’t know if you were up for retelling the whole thing. It meant you had to relive the moment. You were relieved when Peter changed the topic, and you returned to your usual bantering until you reached campus.

When your last class for the day ended, Peter was already outside, waiting for you.

“You’re still in school?” You asked. You were sure his last class ended hours ago.

“Obviously,” he chuckled and playfully knocked on your forehead. “I’m walking you home.”

Taking your bag from your arm as usual, he matched your footsteps and walked you all the way to your apartment.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you told him once you’ve reached your unit. “I can manage.”

You lied – having someone by your side made everything better. Overnight, the once-familiar streets of Queens have become fuel for your fears and nightmares. You no longer knew if you’d be able to step foot outside on your own anymore during the evenings. Every time you closed your eyes, you remembered the four men and the dark alley.

“But I want to.” Peter scratched the back of his neck. ”I’m not letting what happened to you happen again.”

Suddenly, he pulled you into a hug. It was awkward and quick but in that moment, you felt the urgency, like he’d been waiting to do it. But just as fast as it happened, he pulled away almost immediately, wincing and slapping a hand to his stomach.

“Shit…” You’d heard him curse under his breath, just as he was pulling away.

Before you could even ask, the door flew open to reveal MJ looking back and forth between the both of you with a knowing smile, and who uncharacteristically didn’t say anything until Peter left. He was practically limping on his way to the elevator. You furrowed your brows in confusion and worry but closed the door behind you anyway.

“Look who finally came home. Enjoyed yourself?” MJ teased. She still had absolutely no idea and you planned on keeping it that way. “I told you this would happen, that I wouldn’t need to explain! You spent all night with him so I’m assuming he told you already.”

“Told me what?” You said as you plopped down on the couch beside her.

“Ha! Good one. Have you had dinner already? Let’s eat!”

For the next couple days, this was your routine. Peter would be there waiting for you to finish your last class to walk you home, and sometimes he would even show up at your apartment in the morning to walk you to school.

Until the night of the phone call.

You were standing outside your apartment after a long day, rummaging around your bag for your keys when Peter’s phone rang. You heard him say a few ‘right’s and ‘okay’s and ‘uh-huh’s before a final ‘I’ll be there soon’.

He looked to you apologetically and said, “I’m really sorry. I have to go,” before jogging – limping – away.

The next morning, he didn’t stop by your apartment. He also wasn’t outside your class like you had expected. You were starting to suspect something was wrong, but the sun was setting, and you didn’t want to be outside when it got dark.

You sent him a text anyway: you okay?

You were just leaving campus when you heard footsteps approaching, getting louder and louder. Instinctively, you quickened your pace.

“Hey, Miss! Wait up!” someone called. It was the same muffled voice, like the one you heard that night in the alley.

You turned around, relieved yet surprised to see that it was none other than Spider-Man running towards you. Your breath hitched in your throat – you still admired him. Had your first (well, second) encounter gone differently, you were sure you’d be fangirling like crazy.

“H-Hey, Spidey,” you said when he finally caught up to you. You cringed internally at the nickname. It just slipped out, really.

“It’s you again.” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “Where ya off to?”

“Home,” you shrugged. “You?”

“Oh, just doing my patrols! Mind if I walk you?”

You nodded.

“Are you sure I’m not getting in the way of your crime-fighting?” You asked as the two of you began the walk to your apartment.

“No, of course you’re not,” he said. Then, absentmindedly grabbing your bag from your arm and shouldering it, he continued, “I’m still patrolling, just taking a different route!— why are you looking at me like that?”

A/N: i wasnt supposed to end the chapter here but it was getting really long so i decided to continue in the next (which won’t take so long to upload now that i have almost half of it written down lol). there will most likely be 2-3 parts left so, taglist is closed.

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