#i love the little thingy on the top because i always send an ask before reblogging

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Nicholas as a... Idol

CONTENT WARNINGS: suggestive, biting, atheism, mention of bugs, and I think that's it

Nicholas is awkward... he likes to softly bite at the member's cheeks or arms

Leans against the back of the members and rest his head on the top of their head or shoulders

Likes to wears other people's things so he raids the boys' closets for oversized shirts/sweaters/hoodies that fit him almost perfectly

He totally snoops through Twitter (X), Instagram, and Tumblr to read the fanfics and posts about him

He makes the boys watch compilations and edits of them all

won't stop accidently posting before finishing a sentence

Doesn't care how big the bug is; he's still afraid

Always complaining about how cold he is

He doesn't sweat unless he's sick or overworked (iykyk)

He eats cold things even when he complains about how cold he is

Has multiple different sounding laughs

uses his accent and dimples to get away with stuff

Nicholas isn't the problem child of Stray Kids but can be

Always has his fan on. Ceiling fan and a standing fan. Even in the winter

Sings when he's in a daze or lost in thought

Again with the bugs, Nicholas does not like bugs and will not hesitate to flick them away from him

We love a self aware king and Nicholas knows he's huge (in more ways than one) so he's extremely careful

He, uh, he sweats like crazy, like Hyunjin, and it makes his skin shine even more

He likes sweet scents that don't assault his nose

Has an extremely sensitive nose

Hates mint chocolate chip ice cream but will eat a little bit if you offer it because he hates making people feel bad

So he writes lyrics like people breathe air but none of them make sense until someone else gets ahold of them

Sorry not sorry! He is an atheist but his family doesn't know so his grandma is constantly sending him daily scriptures

Does not like kids and does not want kids, but is good with them

Mans has ADHD... it's hell for him

He either has the energy to run around but can't because he's in pain or isn't in pain but doesn't have the energy to run around

Likes to volunteer at shelters

He will happily fanboy over the others and tells STAY to keep writing without adding any context, much to the confusion of some of the group members

Nicholas Ross Master List | ©️DEANAMEANTAE2024

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...You can be added by asking in the replies, sending me a message, or doing an ask thingy.

[pocketmania]

HI HI HI uhm… would you be comfortable writing big man x an easily flustered reader? like initially big man’s like “oh no am i making them uncomfortable :[“ at the start of their relationship but when they’ve been together for a while he gets more bold and tries getting them to blush more? sorry if that’s unclear!! im a little flustered because ive never really done these kind of requests before hehehehe ^_^;;

Aaaa hello hello! It's absolutely alright to request that! I've honestly needed to write about Big Man since he's such a sweetie ✨️

Thank you for requesting anon! And it's completely okay about being nervous or flustered! Your request was perfectly clear and a great one at that!

Speaking of splatoon, I hope everyone had fun with the splatfest! Good job Team Ninja lol

I also wanna apologize if this isn't up to standard or exactly what you wanted ^^

Now onto the thingy

‎‧₊˚✧[ Big Heart ]✧˚₊‧

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(🎨🔫💏☁️) - splatoon fluff

(reader type) - androgynous / gender neutral

(‼️warnings) - none

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✦ — About a month ago

When you and Big Man started dating, every "Ay" that came out of his mouth would make you as red as his ink color. Everything he gave to you and said it reminded him of you would send you into overload. You just couldn't handle it; he was so unintentionally charming!

However, at the time, this was much to Big Man's dismay. He thought he was upsetting you with what he said. Even simple compliments about your outfit being cute or how nice your tentacles looked that day could send you into a huge spiral. At the time, he thought that was just genuine discomfort. So he attempted to stop.

He would stop and hesitate every time he wanted to do something nice in fear that you just.. didn't like it. You eventually came to notice your lack of flusteredness one morning.

And then you two had a talk.

You explained to him, on one faithful night of cuddling in bed, that you handled love differently. Gestures of affection, whether extravagant or simple, were always so much to you. Hell, you were fighting the urge to start absolutely cheesing as you were cuddling right now! But he seemed to understand.

And understand he did.

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✦ — Present Day

You sat down on the bench outside the park gates and glanced at the time on your phone. 1:12 P.M.

You were early to your date with Big Man as you didn't want to be late; it was just a simple park date, nothing too over-the-top. You hoped everything would go as you planned it.

After about three, maybe four minutes, Big Man showed up. Seems like he didn't want to be late, too. He was wearing square-frame glasses and a red tie. You smiled at his rather formal appearance.

Big Man made his way toward you and greeted you. Before you could greet him back, he handed you a bouquet of flowers.

"Ay, ay. (These,)" he was making sure the flowers looked okay, "(are for you.)" You felt your cheeks get hot as your gazed averted to the flowers and back to him. You felt a smile build on your face as you gave him a large hug. You proceeded to whisper-shout absolute gibberish on his shoulder. (Did he even have shoulders?)

He wrapped his "arms" around you and grinned. "Ay! (Aha! I'm glad you like them!) You pulled away from the hug and giggled a bit, trying to calm down (but failing). Big Man laughed a little too, but then he stopped. He looked like he was pondering something, but he was still smirking.

You tilted your head and returned his quizzical look. "Is.. is there something wrong?" You asked, leaning in just a bit. "Do I have something on my face?"

And then the trap sprung.

He smiled wider before abruptly leaning forward and kissing you on the mouth. You backed up a bit and softly brought a hand to your lips. You were wide-eyed, understandably so.

"Ay ay. (It was what wasn't on your face.)" He gestured to himself. "Ay.. ay ay. (A kiss.. from yours truly.) You covered your face with your hands, blushed wildly, and spun away from him for a moment. You couldn't even form proper words, just silly giggles.

After taking a moment to collect yourself, you spun around in a burst of energy and took his "hand", tugging him toward the entrance. "A-ay?! W-what are you doing?!)"

You laughed out loud but didn't answer his question. You didn't even know where you were going yourself. I mean, how could you? You were still absolutely dying from those flowers he gifted you. Your brain was practically fried. And that kiss?! You definitely need an ambulance. You were lovesick, and he was your only cure.

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[khaopybara]

tag game ✨

@mbjw saved me from saturday boredom and tagged me in this, so thank you jubs, i enjoyed these a lot.

1. why did you choose your url?

i love khaotung. khaotung was obsessed with the capybara song last year before i even knew who he was. capybaras happen to be a very common animal in the region i live. i was very happy they were getting the recognition they deserved. put them together, we have lovely khao + capybaras = khaopybara (i'm also super sure i've seen people here and on tw use this and i just stole it. i'm not creative especially when it comes to usernames).

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

i have two other sideblogs. @tuseryoo for all of the gifs i make so i can have all of them in one blog just because, so i feel like i'm not losing track of the things i create (even though i haven't updated that one in a while), and @captain-xandis that some moots might have noticed in their notifications bc i recently created that one to post gifs about critical role, but i always forget to check which blog appears on top of the thingy, so i'm constantly deleting and reblogging things in the right blog these days.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

as of july 3rd, i've been here for 11 years now, so since 2013? which tracks with my super strong k-pop phase tbh.

4. do you have a queue tag?

nah, i have a queue going for gifs that are requests or for episodes that already aired, but usually i just post things whenever.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

ha, i was into super junior. and i was experimenting with fandom for the first time at the time. that's it. i felt like tumblr was a lot more creative and pretty than twitter or facebook, so i stayed.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

i am a mook defender and apologist. i also think aya is super cute and super pretty. i change icons so often though, i blame all the pretty women in qls these days for making me change it all the time.

7. why did you choose your header?

i am breathing and living for the heart killers and kantbison and unfortunately i'm dying from lack of content. the tattoo table kiss is going to change lives i think, so until we don't get the official version, i'll have this masterpiece displayed there somehow.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

as of now, it's a 23.5 official trailer gifset of sun being jealous of ongsa with amazing 939 notes, but the gifset of lada protecting earn from hitting her head on the table is quickly catching up with 877.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

17 mutuals? i think that's right.

10. how many followers do you have?

843 if you count the main blog + side-blogs.

11. how many people do you follow?

... 27 blogs.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

i mean, sure? i do get embarrassed by my own shitposts sometimes and i delete them tho.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

all the time. it's my favorite social media for sure. i get to see pretty things and my dash is much better curated than other apps. it's great.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

i don't think i ever fought online. i block people with remarkable expedience tbh if i don't like their vibe or their tone or the shit they post, and i also make use of the filtered tags, so you know, no reason to fight.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts

these exist? good for them. you shouldn't tell people what to do.

16. do you like tag games?

sure! i only started being part of them now, so sometimes i forget them, or i just don't see i was tagged, but i do enjoy them.

17. do you like ask games?

i don't think i've ever done an ask game but that's mainly bc i think people won't want to know and won't send any asks, and i'd rather spare my ego from that humiliation.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i think many of my mutuals are famous in our ql bubble which makes it a little crazy that some are my mutuals tbh. that's most of them actually.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

i do have people that make me kick my feet when they interact with my posts like, twirling my hair, silly smile, giggling because they've noticed me. but actually crushing, imagining our lives in the countryside, with a kitchen facing the meadow in a fine spring morning, with two dogs and three cats, no.

20. tags?

i'm tagging @namtanfilm, @aylinaliens, @sollucets and @sherrymagic, @ayansukkhaphisit and whoever feels like doing it, and to those i've tagged, just ignore this if you want, too, no pressure.

[blu3-j]

Table of Contents:

Introduction

Are Requests Open Currently?

Are Commissions Open Currently?

Request Rules (both fanfiction and art)

How to Request (both fanfiction and art)

Things to Keep in Mind

Link to Writing Master List

Introduction:

Hello, fellow strangers! I'm blu3-j, but you can call me J. I do fanart! (Along with regular art, but you'll have to ask for me to share my other social media with it on there. This account is supposed to remain a secret and irl mutuals follow my other social medias, haha!) I also do fanfiction, apparently! I love writing, truly! It brings me great joy! I only begun after I joined Tumblr, so I'm very happy you all like my writing! (If you want to see my other non-fanfiction works, hit me up, bestie! I'd love to share!)

Are Requests Open Currently?

As of current, yes! Feel free to send them in! Make sure to look over the rules and "Things to Keep in Mind" sections before you do!

Are Commissions Open Currently?

As of current, no, commissions are not open. I'm still in the process of setting them up. I will make a seperate post about them once I open them up, though! (On top of updating this)

Request Rules:

(May be updated in future)

Fanfiction:

No NSFW (I do not feel comfortable writing it)

No child x character unless it's platonic or familial (they're just a kid, dude.)

No OCs

No racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.

Reader will always be gender neutral unless specified otherwise in the request

Art:

Keep in mind this is more so just casual stuff, so don't expect it to be full illustrations (I may do so if I feel like it and like the idea well enough, but don't get your hopes high in the chance I don't, okie? I don't want to hurt your feelings if I don't! Your precious heart needs to be cherished! There's no replacement for it, after all!)

K.I.S.S. it! Keep it simple, stupid! (You're not stupid, that's just part of the saying I was taught.)

There may be minor gore allowed (light blood. I will be picky if there's gore.)

No NSFW (only if you were commissioning me, but there's a special fee for that. Commissions are currently not set up. Keep a lookout for that, though!)

How to Request:

Fanfiction:

Send in an ask through the little ask button on my thingy! (Make sure to read the rules, first!)

Specify characters and if reader is involved

Specify what kind of relationship it is (platonic, familial, romantic, poly, etc.) (If that's what you're requesting, of course! It can just be a general idea or situation.)

If you're more into headcannons, you can send in requests for those, too!

Art:

Send in an ask through the little ask button on my thingy! (Make sure to read the rules, first!)

And put in the situation/suggestion/idea! You can also specify characters and if viewer is involved. Simple as that! You've got it down!

Things to Keep in Mind:

Don't be shy about requesting! I do my best not to judge, and if I do, you'll never know. You shouldn't need to know, regardless! It's you, after all! You don't deserve that. If I don't have anything good to say, I won't say anything at all!

If you don't know what I'll take as a request, ask me! I'll gladly answer. I won't bite! Promise, cross my heart! With a pinkie promise, too! You're safe here.

I can, however, deny requests. I'll simply just not do anything with them. I won't talk about them on my blog posts, ilI won't show anybody, nothing. Please don't ask about requests you've already sent in and if I'll do them. If I will, I'll get to it eventually.

I have my own life filled with busy-busy events! I may take a while to get to things, and I may occasionally not have requests or commissions open. I also have to take care of myself and mental wellbeing. I'll let y'all know if I'm taking a break from doing things on Tumblr, okie?

Just want to ask me something general or tell me something cool! Go ahead! I love making conversation! Just because I take requests doesn't mean I don't want to get to know you all better! (You all are so amazing! How could I not?)

Link to Writing Master List

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

So I skipped right to a wedding and didn’t even get any 1st date info. Pick 2 AEW wrestlers to write for. One you are very comfortable writing for and the second someone you never write for or someone who you want to write for but haven’t yet.

Who asked who, where did you go, was there any awkwardness, and of course was there a good night kiss?

Gaaaaaah, I love this one. I've already written a first date with Cash for Meant To Be, so I'll go for..........still Cash Wheeler (cause why the hell not!?). And because I feel extra lovey dovey for my North Carolina boys, second will be Dax Harwood. I've wanted to write for him, but nothing good has come to my mind yet.

1) Cash Wheeler

Cash and I knew each other for quite some time. We haven't been super close, mostly because I always get super awkward around him and either say the most random shit or nothing at all. Both leaves Cash puzzled, and he doesn't understand why everybody tells him we'd make a great match. So one night at the bar, after a few drinks, he comes up to me and bluntly asks what my problem is with him. I'm a little drunk and therefore not as socially awkward as usual. "My only problem with you is that you make my brain melt every time I see you. I sometimes can't form a whole sentence because you make so nervous." He stares at me while I confess to him before sending a cheeky smile my way. "So you like me after all."

"Duh, I thought that was obvious, Cash." It wasn't to him. He downs another shot before asking me if I would like to go out with him on the weekend. I blink at him before slowly nodding my head. His words haven't sank in with me yet, and when they do, I am in desperate need of another drink. He laughs about it and says we could go to the local fair. I immediately agree cause I love fairs.

When Saturday comes, I am nothing but a bundle of nerves and lose my shit over everything, like when I decide on what to wear for the sixth time, only to end up in a plain black shirt with my favorite ripped jeans and a pair of sneakers - which is how I usually dress anyway.

When he picks me up, I am so startled he actually brought me flowers. I blush like crazy, thank him ten times and smile to myself. This is the first time a guy brought flowers to the first date. It is a little oldschool and incredibly sweet, and I fall so much more for him because of it.

The drive feels a bit funny and long because neither of us knows what to say really. When we arrive at the fair, the mood changes and we finally have some fun once I ease up. Cash is a little bit of a show off and wants to impress me with his skills and strength. He easily rings the bell at the strength tester thingy and wins me a cute dragon plushie. Then, there is a booth with archery, and I just know he wants to brag again. I challenge him (knowing full well that I am ridiculously good with an arrow and bow). At first, he seems to be bitter that I beat his ass and ruined his show-off plan, but as soon as I say the words 'ice cream', his cheerful smile is back. He even grabs my hand which makes my face turn the color of an overly ripe tomato, but he doesn't notice. After our sweet treat, we stroll around a little and just talk. Turns out we would be a pretty good match. As grand finale, we stay to watch the firework and I even have the guts to lean into his side then, glad that he doesn't tense up or move away.

The ride home is the complete opposite of earlier, filled with talking, jokes and laughter. At the door, I thank him again for the wonderful day, the flowers and the plushie as he contently smiles at me...and I actually want to kiss him sooo badly, but am again my shy self. I top it of with my awkwardness as I reach out my hand for him to shake it, and he just laughs about it before he pulls me close to him by my hips and places a kiss on my lips. Thankfully, my brain doesn't completely melt this time, and I kiss him back while running my fingers through his mullet (I have been dying to do this).

We agree on a day for another date before saying our goodbyes. When I am inside, I giggle to myself and do a little weird happy dance.

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2) Dax Harwood

I have been friends with both Dax and Cash for years now, and they're actually two adorable fellas. But what I like most about Dax (and why I have a little - big - crush on him) is his grumpy side. I know most people would find that off-putting, but I just love him for it. He wears his heart on his sleeve and always let's you know what's up with him.

"What do you mean, you're not going? We agreed on this weeks ago! Once you're both back in North Carolina, we all go see a movie and then hit the 'All-you-can-eat' sushi-buffet again. You owe me one, Wheeler, you cheated last time. There is not a chance in hell that these were all your plates!" Dax laughs at my comment, he always enjoys how competitive Cash and I are over the most random shit.

"Too bad, buttercup, I can't. Family reunion. You know it rarely happens that the whole Wheeler clan meets up. Sorry. Why don't you two just go alone?"

"You bet we will!" I reply before sticking my tongue out at him, and then turn to Dax. "We will, right?"

He looks at me for a few seconds, then at Cash. "Yeah...of course. We don't need him to have a good time."

"Awesome, bye!" And then he is gone.

When I turn back to Dax, I notice he is looking anywhere but my face. I'm a bit heartbroken by his demeanor. "You know, you don't have to spend the evening with me if you don't want to. It's okay...Just pretend we did if Cash asks." Although I say it's okay, I know it's not because then I'll know he doesn't see me as more than a friend.

"What? No, that's not it. I love to go with you. I just thought our first date would be set up in a more romantic way, not because Cash stood us up."

My mouth falls open. "Date? This is a date for you?" I know I've phrased that wrong, because it sounds like I don't want it to be one. That's what he understood too, by the way his face fell. "No! No, Dax, not what I meant. I want this to be one. I'm just surprised you do too."

"Why would YOU be surprised? You're funny and gorgeous, and I'm-"

"I swear to all that's holy, if you call yourself ugly one more time, I will punch the air out of your lungs. Don't think I haven't seen all those tweets! They break my heart every time."

Dax gives me a look I can't really read, but it's making the butterflies go wild in my stomach. Before I get lost in his eyes, I say we should get going or the movie starts without us.

We share some popcorn and accidently reach in for some at the same time, causing our hands to brush against each other. I love the feeling and start doing it on purpose. Eventually he notices and bluntly asks me if I do. I lean in really close to him and whisper a soft yes in his ear. He is so flustered, it is adorable.

Once the movie is over, we decide on not getting sushi, but head for his favorite steakhouse. We have a wonderful evening and I figure my crush on him is very legit.

When we leave the restaurant, I see Cash along with some friends of his across the street. Family reunion my ass! He has sat us up, the sweet, caring bastard! Dax follows my gaze and looks bewildered.

"Dax, just so you know: I would have done this either way, but I have to put on a little show for Cash, okay?"

He doesn't understand, but nods.

"Hey! Wheeler!!" The man on the other side of the road looks around in panic until he sees me and Dax standing there. He feels he's in trouble now.

I just turn to Dax again, cup his face with my hands, and press my lips on his. All the anger I felt for Cash washes away, and I get lost in the moment. The smart remark I had planned left my brain, all I can think about now is Dax.

When we break apart, I hear Cash's voice echoing across the street. "About damn time!"

Dax flips him off before pulling me close, pecking my lips over and over again.

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

S3 ep5

Current emotional status: FEAR

Cthulu Max has been on the rampage for a whole week!?

Ew, the narrator

Oh man, are they sending the airforce after him?

I really like Cthulu Max's design

Momma Bosco 💗

Oh hey, Norrington and Papierwaite are alive.

Superball are you saying you tried to send the Maimtrons up Max's--

Also he's acting president while Max is... deposed of.

Superball is only giving Sam until 6am :(

Featherly!

"Wandering around the moleman tunnels is no fun without Max."

"You got it all wrong, we're trying to help Max." "We will help him... to a generous serving of ass whooping."

"That is one rabbit who will be multiplied... into 2,000 smoldering pieces."

Carol ran off with Blustet

"I only want her to be happy, is all." Aw, Curt

Superball just admitted to having separation anxiety from Max

Ok Momma can't come but Papierwaite and Norringron can.

I like Norrington :)

GASP

Is it?

It is!

SYBIL!!!!

RETURN OF THE QUEEN

Oh, she is very pregnant

She was a wizard at one point?

She's gonna help!

Superball there's no such thing as acceptable losses

Abe has his body back

"Four score and seven tons of raw power"

HE CAN FLY NOW!?

Sybil, I love you, but why did you mod someone else's car???

Grandpa Stinky I love you

Oh, he just handed us the recipe for once.

Asdfff the spore maxes swarming Grandpa

They stole Grandpa's hotdogs

"We must feed the host! Piglets and sphinkters make us stronger!" "We regret nothing!"

Grandpa hasn't slept in three years

Sam just casually taking the last of Grandpa's corndogs

The spores are trying to get it

Lol Sam slapped them

Sal's alive!

He's hiding from Sam :(

Lol we can control Cthulu Max with Corndogs

Ew, the cornstarch got mixed in with the giant puddle 🤢 Looks gross

Love how Sybil completely ignores the Flaming Max head

Also the look of disappointment on the spore's face made me laugh

Fifth trimester???

The way the one Max spore by Grandpa's truck is bobbing in circles with his mouth open is making me laugh.

Sam showing concern for Sybil because she’s preggers 🥺

Her being pregnant with Abe's child implies that statues have working genital in this universe

She put a weiner scented airfreshener in the desoto

At least Sam and a Max spore seem to like that (of course they do)

"Sybil you're the best!" Hell yeah she is!

Sam's mind went to the color bar codes to prevent being traumatized by Sybil's oversharing

We drowned the desoto

Asdfgh Sam just botched slapped one of the spores for trying to say "that's none of your damn buisness."

Ew, Max's spine is pointing out

Oh hey, Satan and Jurgen

Why is Jurgen wearing his old fashioned clothes instead of his emo clothes?

Lol Sam snuck into frame to shout "Go Mets! New York rules!"

"--besides it's just a good and noble thing to do." "You're not familiar with my previous work, are you?"

"Sam, what happened to you to make you so cynical?" Gee, Jurgen, I wonder what could have possibly happened.

Oh so the water tower counts as vegetable oil because Momma did something to it

Pfft we can replace Satan's microphone with a corndog

Omg they jumped off the building to avoid Max

Oh, they're fine, and the oil is in the giant puddle.

I'm thankful to Featherly for giving us an egg but I'd have preferred not to watch him lay it. Granted it was just in a cartoon way but he still made weird noises

Also TRANS FEATHERLY 2021

"I desperately wanted to see that, sir. Ask him if he'll lay another one."

Oh hey, the Flaming Max heads helped heat up the giant desoto corndog

Since I'm playing this in 2021 the Maimtron's song references are super dated, which defeats Superball's efforts

Oooh! A unique opening sequence???

Oh this music is jazzy af

Sam really doesn't like the Max spores

Sam how do you already know what Max's insides look like???

"Even when he's not a collasal monster Max's food comas can last for weeks."

Ok we wake Max up with the coffee beans, right?

Yup!

The gi Max spore is so sad he doesn't get to come 😢

"But I'm a horrible monster!"

"I suppose Max's brain always looks like a living room?" "Well, Max is host to all kinds of weird parasites, and he likes to he a good host!" WHAT

No really, this brings up so many questions about lagomorphs. Are they some kind of Symbiote or something?

And a previous episode confirmed Max is amphibious

Max has tumors!!!

It shocked Sam!

"Eugh! Get away fake Max!" "Do you find my warmth... alarming, Sam?"

"What do nightmares taste like, anyway?" "Pepsi"

Max wants to be author 💗

He also writes fanfiction about Flint 🤣

I'd unironically read his books.

Tina Belcher voice: Friend fiction

Max has an experimental fusion jazz band???

"He just killed a great white shark--"

Max being completely unable to describe a woman is very gay of him. Good for him.

Max's brain teleported everyone to different parts of the body.

Found Sybil in the gym/legs

The brain is broadcasting Sam's thoughts???

Sam couldn't think of a joke for the medicine balls :(

"Wow Max is looking pretty buff. Would it be too weird if I asked him to turn around?"

Sam! Stop thinking bad things about Sybil's pregnancy she can hear you you putz!

She's upset with him now

"Can you believe this guy?" "I find the entire situation to be very contrived and misogynistic." Same spore Max, same.

Sam stop being so mean omg!

"I changed Sybil, I totally get the whole parenthood thing now." "Really now?" "Tax deductions."

In Max's inventory now

Y'know, I never really thought about it as a storage house

Hit The Road reference :3

Baby roach hatched in

"Pa..papa?" "Now I am little champion, now I am!"

Max has a Maximus shrine

Sam turned into a roomba!

Aw, he named it Sam Jr 🥺

We won Sybil back through his love of Sam Jr

Found the conjoined twins

Huh, Max lost as eye. Does that mean he has a glass one, or do lagomorphs have regenerative abilities?

Pfft we have to play twister to control his arma

The brain is messing with things again

Oh, we need a roach to operate the game because of radiation

Well, let's kidnap Sal

Oh, poor Girl Stinky. She's really going through it

Aw, Sal feels bad

Sal?

Honey, are alright?

He's dying???

He's not immune to irradiation!?

Oh no, he's gone

I'm so sad 😞

Gotta pick up Sam Jr. Before I control Max

They mad Max do a magical girl pose

Ugh the narrator is back

Wait, what?

He's Max's brain??? SUPEREGO???

WHAT

"I was always ignored" Yo if my super ego was as pretentious as you I 'd ignore it too 😤

He wants to kill himself and Max???

I know Max had a self loathing complex but holy shit

The super ego is perfectly fine with destroying half the east coast what a jerk

Just noticed Sam's tie is red. Had no idea about this while drawing PI!Sam lol

We have to help Max get his memories back to use the ASTRO projector

Skunkapes has three Sam clones imprisoned

Sam had canon ocd?

Gasp Gordon???

No, it's Sammun Mak

I love him, little child tyrant

Just make him a mobile brain in a jar and let Sam and Max adopt him

Why is Grandpa here?

He isn't talking like Stinky

Too polite

Sam sees it too

He's a space gorilla

They switched brains?

Found the cloning g chamber

Let's go to Momma's first

CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME

Superball is "wracked with guilt"

"Keep it together Superball. Sam will be able to save the day. He always does."

Ok, let's go to the cloning facility

I'm still thinking about poor Sal yo

FLIIIIIINT!

He's punching space apes!

Girl Stinky really playing up the evil Mistress role

The doggleganger has a bomb on him!!!

Wait so Girl really is a mermaid??? I thought that was just her aestetic

God I love Flint

Haha we tricked Skunkape with scooby doo villain tactics

Got the robot

Her water broke... and it was pennies

Max wants to save Sybil! 😭🥺💕

Super Ego is here

Oh now he wants to save Max

The only thing here are those records

Super Ego waved goodbye

Cthulu Max is cute when he cries

Wait What?

His head is on fire!

The maimtron hit him!

He waved goodbye... and teleported away.

He exploaded!!!!

He promised he'd take Sam with him and he didn't!!!!

AAAAAAH

I thought the dead Max thing was popular angst fanon fic thingy!

We're cloning Max?

It didn't work 😭😭😭😭😭

Superball ran off crying

Oh God the credits are just Sam walking sadly what the hell

He's not even stopping to fight any crime 😢

💔💔💔

God the way he's clinging to himself

What?

The elevator???

MAAAAX

he's back???

Past Max???

He blew his Sam up???

Wait hold on I'm glad they're together again but this doesn't fix anything

There's so much trauma from this season

All the horrible things that happened during 301-304 happened in like 3 days tops, then Sam had to deal with Max being a monster for a week before watching him die!

And the new (?) Max had BLOW HIS SAM UP!!!

And they left the franchise like that for a decade????

What the hell?

I want to be happy but this shit is going to consume my brain for the next week at least what the hell

Aaaaaaah!

Like maybe they really do just brush it off but it feels unlikely

I know Max has a connection with his other selves so it'll be easier for him to adjust but certainly Sam is going to notice the discrepancies since he doesn't get the same deal

Someone told me there were multiple endings hold on

Aw, they walked off into the sunrise together

But still

AAAAAAAAH

[monsterfuneral]

sparks in the rain | bill and ted | ch. 2

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Coming Soon

Relationship: Poly!Bill and Ted x Fem!Reader

Summary: A malfunction with the booth lands Bill and Ted into the most peculiar situation they’ve been in, stuck in the year 2021 standing in front of a woman they never thought they’d meet. 

Words: 1.5

Warnings/Tags: nothing

Author’s Note: After like actually outlining this a little more, I think this story will end up being one of my favorites I’ve written.

REQUESTS OPEN | MASTERLIST

(please read my “I do NOT write” section before sending in anything <3)

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This was the most unusual day for both Bill and Ted. Sure they had experienced mishaps with the booth, and sure they had also met people that they vaguely knew about. But they had never met someone that knew about them. Especially when it came to an on screen babe like Armageddon Lady, who had totally been Bill’s biggest crush for a majority of his teenage years. Not that he’d admit that to anyone other than Ted though. And here she was in the weirdest of coincidences, standing right in front of them. 

“What?” Ted asked dumbly as he heard the girl in front of them blurt their names. His brain struggled to keep up with the situation. 

“Dude she totally knows who we are somehow!” Bill said with an almost starstruck look on his face, his eyes sparkling in amazement. 

You stayed silent though, staring at them like a deer in the headlights. Your mouth agape as you, like Ted, tried to process what you was going on. While running into celebrities in the middle of your apartment complex was one thing that would never happen, seeing two movie characters that you liked standing just seven feet away from you was next to impossible… No it was impossible. 

You had to be dreaming still. A very vivid dream where you were going to the crafts store to pick up a new set of markers, before suddenly running into Bill and Ted of all people... In a dream. There was literally no other logical explanation. 

“Woah, you look like you’re going to hurl, Miss. Armageddon Lady, dude- babe.” Bill stumbled on his words like a nervous child talking to his first crush. Which honestly wasn’t far from the truth. 

“I- This isn’t real.” You concluded, finally removing your hand from inside of your purse and straightening your back. You were almost tempted to just turn around and walk back into your apartment, but you didn’t. Instead you thought over the jumbled words Bill had said to you, something sticking out more than anything else. “Why do you keep calling me that?” You asked, your brows drawing together as you looked at the blonde for answers who looked at you with widened eyes. 

Ted suddenly remembered something Rufus had told them not too long ago, alternative universes and whatnot, where things are different from their world but can also connect somehow. He talked about how sometimes the booth can malfunction and send them rocking into another circuit without them even noticing. That’s probably how they ended up here! 

“Bill... I don’t think we’re in our world anymore.” Ted chimed before Bill could even attempt to come up with a sufficient answer that would satisfy you. 

“What?” Bill asked, looking up at Ted. 

“Yeah! Remember the thing Rufus told us a few months back?” 

“Don’t over-tighten the guitar strings because they could break?” Bill answered, bringing up an entirely different conversation they had with Rufus. 

Ted shook his head looking behind his shoulder and to the still sparking booth “No dude! The whole alternate dimension thingy.” 

“OH YEAH!” 

You watched the both of them converse, your own brain still trying to catch up with the bizarre situation, still not entirely convinced this wasn’t a dream. You tried pinching your arm a few times, at least testing it out to see if that trick even worked, but you were still standing in the same place right in front of them. It was all so much to process at once and so early in the day, even though it may have been 11am, it was still too much. 

“So you really didn’t put in the wrong number then.” 

“I told you so Bill!” 

They paused, smiling at each other before both shouting “Excellent!” in unison before air guitaring. The action was all too familiar but unfortunately missed the overlapping guitar that would play when they did it. Both boys stared at each other for a second afterwards, beaming smiles still ontheir faces. Their stare lasted a beat longer than you were used to seeing on screen. 

A shiver wracked through your body, the jacket you had not shielding you from the cold that the rain brought like you had hoped it would. You clutched your arms, pulling them a little tighter to your chest. It only continued to solidify the fact that this was probably real and not a dream at all, like you had thought. I mean, sure you had considered the possibility of fictional universes being real, who hasn’t? But it was just a theory you played into half-heartedly but never considered it to actually be true. 

A hand waved in front of your face, jolting from your deep train of thought where everything you previously thought was impossible could be and it was just too much. Reality as you knew it was both expanding and collapsing all at the same time. 

“You good, other dimension babe?” Bill asked, a small smile on his face as you stared at him with wide eyes.

Ted tilted his head as he watched you curiously. Sure you looked like Armageddon Lady and her actress, but you were neither, you just looked like them. He had an easier time accepting this as a reality than you did though, already having his experience with the impossible. But you looked like you were about to explode from the overload of information. He felt sympathetic. He thought back to a conversation he had with Rufus a year after their first time traveling in the booth, remembering how Rufus told him how he had seen others cope with the discovery of time travel, how some people just could not handle the information and it literally drove them to insanity. Ted would feel like such a dick if that happened to you, even if he didn’t know you. 

“I-” You started, abruptly stopping as you tried to piece your words together “I think so?” You clutched the strap to your purse a little harder, blunt nails digging into the leather slightly “This is all just… A lot to process.” 

“That’s okay!” Ted reassured softly with a wide grin, his hair falling in front of his eyes slightly as he nodded and looked down at Bill who was also nodding along. 

Your fingers were starting to feel numb and you shifted on your feet for the first time since you were stopped in your tracks. Your knees felt stiff from not moving for so long and you were shaking a lot more than you thought, the cold starting to deep into your bones and making your teeth chatter. You were sure they weren’t feeling any better as they were both wearing short sleeved shirts, and Bill was wearing a crop top. 

“I know you guys don’t know me but it’s freezing out here and it’s supposed to get colder.” You said looking back at your apartment door, trying to draw your coat closer around you “Would you like to come inside? I can make some coffee-” You watched Bill pull a face at the mention of the bitter beverage “Or some hot chocolate, up to you.” 

“Sounds great.” Ted answered, glancing behind him once more at the booth before back at you, “Lead the way!” 

The warmth of your apartment was more welcoming than the quickly dropping temperature outside. The rain clouds had left the sky dark and your living room was close to being pitch black. You carefully maneuvered past the couch and over the bean bags that were carelessly strewn across the floor in front of the TV stand. You felt for the pull-chain underneath the lamp shade, the black tassels tickling against your forearm. Finally your fingers grasped around the thin chain, gently yanking it and letting the light finally fill most of the room. The large leg lamp glowed on the small table tucked in the corner of your living room. A lovely gag gift you had been rewarded on christmas a year or two before at a friend’s party. While A Christmas Story was very much an overplayed movie on the holiday’s and certainly not your favorite, you still enjoyed the gift. Finding it pretty cool that someone had gone through the effort of getting something like this as the winner’s gift.

“Woah...” One of the boy’s muttered from behind your couch. You turned around and gave them a small smile, walking over to the other side of the living room to turn on the other lamp so the room was fully lit up and you weren’t going to trip over your own feet by accident. 

“Pretty neat huh?” You asked, always finding people’s reactions to the infamous lamp rather funny.

They both looked at you simultaneously, their eyes sparkling in wonder.

“You’re so cool…” Ted whispered. 

You let out a quiet laugh, trying to push down the heat that had suddenly started to rise up your neck, to your cheeks, and finally finishing at your ears. Never in your life did you think you could be receiving praise from Ted Theodore Logan himself. This really felt like it was too good to be true. 

“Thanks.” You replied, turning your back to them so they didn’t catch on to your flustered state. “So, how about that hot chocolate?” You asked, walking over to the white cabinet that held your collection of mugs.

[nbrook29]

robbe 1️⃣8️⃣

Warning: This is smutty, proceed with caution if it’s not your jam ;)

ao3

If anybody asked Robbe, bad weather in the summer should be illegal. Because what the hell? He needs sun rays and blue sky like he needs oxygen, he wants 30+ degrees temperatures and not a single cloud above, and he always welcomes it with all the small inconveniences it brings along, like clammy skin mere minutes after showering or freckles covering his nose and arms. So when it’s August and it’s raining, sorry, pouring buckets, sue him if he turns into a whiny mess for a bit. That’s just who he is.

Or, that’s who he was. Because right now, lying on a soft cloud-like throw blanket in a not-his t-shirt and sweatpants, head a mess of wild damp curls, fuzzy socks on his feet tangled with another pair, he’s feeling pretty good.

Even though the original scenario for his birthday was supposed to be different.

It all started at 12:00 am sharp with a dorky text from Sander because of course it did.

Sander: Hey there you sexy thing

Heard you're legal now 👅 

Robbe: Omg sander 🙈 

Sander: Yes, that's what you'll be screaming today during our own little celebration 😈

 Robbe almost spat out the water he was drinking, face burning hot as he tried to assess whether anybody was paying him any attention.

 Robbe: SHSHDHSHSJSJS STOP 

Sander: I'll do that thing you like 😏👅 

Robbe: IM WITH MY PARENTS DICKHEAD 

Sander: Am I bothering you cutie? 😏 

Robbe: Yessssss 😩 my face is all red they're gonna know what's up 

Sander: I think *I* know what is up 😏🍆 

Robbe: 🤣 GO COOL OFF 

Sander: Hehe

No but for real now

Happy birthday! 🥰🥳😘❤🎂

I love you SO much ❤❤❤💯 

Robbe: Thank youuuu baby 😊😘 

Sander: Can't believe you're an adult *wipes a tear*

You'll always be my baby tho ❤ 

Robbe: Haha yes ❤❤ 

Sander: I'll be waiting for you at 4 pm 

Robbe: But where?? 

Sander: 😌 

Robbe: Sanderrr tell me 

Sander: Nope 

Goodnight 😌

 Sander absolutely loves to tease him and keep him at the edge of the seat which is why he told him the place only half an hour before their meeting, for which Robbe intended to tell him off. That is until he actually got to Park Spoor Noord and saw his boyfriend lounging on grass, blanket underneath him, surrounded by Robbe’s favorite food and wearing the most charming smile as soon as their eyes met.

And he got him a sunflower. A sunflower. How cute is that?

Needless to say, there was no telling off, Robbe didn’t exactly find time for it between kisses and laughs and Sander feeding him croques and fries and cupcakes (which Sander baked and decorated himself, swearing for dear life the small thingies made from frosting on top were not dicks, but Robbe knows him too well to believe him).

And then all hell broke loose and the storm that had been loudly talked about in the media came to Antwerp and made a puddle out of the two of them.

They looked really miserable, but somehow Robbe couldn’t care less as they were running to Sander’s house holding hands, water in their shoes, the sunflower cradled carefully underneath his shirt, huge smiles on their faces as they finally got there, tripping in their haste to get inside.

The hot shower that followed next and Sander taking the lead oh so well will definitely rank in the top 5 moments of Robbe’s life. He’s very grateful Sander’s parents are on holiday in London because he’s not sure he’d ever be able to look them in the eyes otherwise.

Afterwards, Sander made them ice coffee and handed Robbe his real gift which turned out to be a long weekend in Paris a week from now, shutting him up with a kiss when Robbe was about to protest and complain about it being too expensive.

Since the concert they were supposed to go to was canceled due to poor weather conditions, they resorted to eating cake in Sander’s bed and watching the show Robbe had been talking about for weeks now. Sander, being the thoughtful and amazing boyfriend that he is, graciously agreed to Robbe’s birthday wish and sat him down between his legs, kissed the side of his face, brought his laptop closer and pressed play, as Robbe made himself comfy in his arms, the smile that originated at midnight not slipping off even for a second.

***

Another thunder strikes the night sky and Robbe jumps involuntarily, only a little, more from shock than actual fear, but it doesn’t stop Sander from tightening his arms around him, lips grazing delicately the lobe of his ear.

“Don’t worry, Robin, I will protect you,” he whispers with a teasing note in his voice, grunting when a well-aimed elbow meets his side.

“Shut up, I’m not scared.”

Sander’s only reply is a low chuckle and a kiss on that sweet spot under Robbe’s ear that never fails to send a shiver down his spine. Without barely having to move at all considering how close they are, he tilts his head and noses along Sander’s defined jaw, leaving a peck or two on his cheek.

“Now shush, I can’t focus.” He unceremoniously turns away from Sander’s searching lips, a sly grin on his face when he hears an affronted huff.

“Oh I see how it is, you-”

“Shhhh, Wille is talking.”

Robbe loves to be a little shit sometimes, especially if he wants to get a certain reaction from his huffy other half.

“Look how cute he is.” He has to press his lips hard to keep the giggle in when Sander whines in protest.

“Stoooop, why are you being mean to me.” He now has a full-blown pout on his face. “Jerk.”

The laughter finally comes out and Robbe pauses the show, cooing at Sander’s little frowny face and brushing the runaway strands away from his forehead, leaning up to press a kiss there too.

“It’s okay, I still think you’re the cutest prince in the entire kingdom.” He runs a thumb over his jutting lower lip, kissing it once, twice, three times, until the corners of Sander’s mouth pull up.

“Whatever. Simon is cuter than the other one anyway.”

Robbe grins cheekily. “You just think that because he has curly hair like me.” Sander’s jaw drops at that.

“Wow,” he exclaims, voice faux-scandalous as he shakes his head at Robbe. “Someone’s cocky today.” 

“It’s my birthday so it’s allowed.” Winking at him obnoxiously, he turns back to the screen, hands reaching for Sander’s arms to wrap them around himself again as he settles in his embrace with a content sigh before pressing play.

Sander’s quiet behind him for a second, and then his lips touch his ear again, tongue slightly peeking out to play and lick the shell of his ear with just the tip, hot air hitting Robbe’s skin turning his insides into mush, butchering his focus again just as Sander purrs, “I think it’s hot when you’re like that.”

There’s something important happening on screen, but Robbe can’t make any sense of the subtitles because Sander’s lips continue their path down the column of his throat, stopping for a second to suck a kiss in the middle, killing any rational thought Robbe might have had. His hand rushes to Sander’s head to keep him there without his permission, eyes closing as he sighs when the kiss turns into licks and nips to the thin skin.

“Do you think he could kiss you and touch you like that?”

The question breaks the fog in Robbe’s brain for a second, and he barks a laugh at the slight possessiveness in Sander’s voice that’s poorly hidden under a joking tone. 

“Like what?” He presses, excitement bubbling in his stomach when one of Sander’s hands sneaks underneath his t-shirt, fingers grazing the skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake as they finally reach the place Robbe needs them most. 

“Like that.” He flicks his nipple with those black-polish covered nails of his that make him look so hot Robbe’s head spins. “For starters.” He keeps it up, tugging and pinching unhurriedly, with a dirty smirk growing on his face that Robbe can just feel on his collarbone, and he pulls on his hair as he arches his back a little, seeking more of those skillful fingers.

With his hooded eyes, he can see Sander closing the laptop and putting it away quickly before his other hand joins in the fun, a featherlight touch to the growing bulge in his sweatpants, nothing more than teasing for now.

When Sander’s teeth tug at his earring, Robbe lets out a frustrated whine because it’s too much and not enough at the same time, and his boyfriend reads him like a book because he pulls the t-shirt off him to gain full access, mouth latching on his neglected nipple just as his hand dives inside his pants. It doesn’t grant him any relief though, bypassing his dick completely and traveling lower, caressing the soft skin, one finger running back and forth without reaching any further, and Robbe grabs Sander’s thigh in desperation.

“Sander...”

“You didn’t answer me,” Sander whispers in a sweet sweet voice.

“Whaa?” It takes a second for Robbe to understand what he’s asking and he would laugh if his body wasn’t on fire, Sander playing him like a violin.

Also, this playful possessiveness is getting to him, whether he likes it or not.

He does though. Like it.

Oh fuck, he likes it so much.

“Tell me, baby,” Sander breathes into his mouth as he reaches for something Robbe doesn’t see, and he can hear in his voice how it affects him too, can feel him against his lower back, rubbing himself off with minuscule moves, clearly struggling to hold back. 

“You, just you-, fuuuuck,” Robbe’s cut off when two lubed fingers press inside him at the confession, back arching slightly, the feeling so intense he keens and searches blindly for Sander’s lips. Thankfully, Sander doesn’t waste any time and plunges his tongue inside his mouth, swallowing the little whines that escape them with each twist of his fingers.

The rocking behind him gets faster and this is not how Robbe wants this to end so he breaks the kiss, ignoring Sander’s protests as he pulls away from him, only to pull his pants off completely, green eyes following his every move like he’s ready to pounce, and the need inside Robbe’s stomach only grows. He tugs impatiently at Sander’s sweatpants, biting his lip when his hard cock slaps his abdomen, the smirk dancing on Sander’s lips at his reaction liquefying his insides and he crawls closer to him, needing his touch to ground him. 

“You’re still good to go?” He loves how even when it’s hot and heavy Sander still remembers to check in with him.

“Uh-huh,” is the only thing he can come up with now, especially when Sander’s hand settles on his hip bringing them so close there’s no space left between them, guiding his movements just like Robbe likes. He kisses his glistening neck, licking the sweat of his body as Robbe reaches behind to position his slick cock at his entrance, forehead resting against Sander’s as he sinks down fast.

He gasps at the feeling of fullness because it’s always a lot, but Sander’s hands are always there, brushing his sides in a comforting motion, even when his own body is probably screaming at him to move.

“Happy birthday to me,” Robbe lets out a shaky chuckle that ends up in a gasp when Sander laughs too and involuntarily moves inside him. He’s quick to lick into his lips and distract him from the momentary discomfort, and once he’s done with him, the overwhelming need is back double force. 

Sander notices right away, guiding Robbe’s hips to keep grinding for a while before planting his feet on the bed and holding them in place giving several hard jabs that make Robbe hide his face in his neck, cries leaving his mouth with each thrust.

“Like that?”

Robbe just nods helplessly, mouth leaving a wet trail on his skin, but Sander doesn’t seem to mind because he continues his pace, completely taking over once Robbe’s thighs give out and turning him into a mess.

“You’re so hot like this, fuck.” The strain in Sander’s voice tells him he’s getting close so he goes back to bouncing, meeting him in the middle, and it only takes a minute for things to become too much, Sander’s uncoordinated jerks when he’s coming triggering Robbe’s orgasm too.

They stay like that, cooling off while kissing lazily, tongues sliding against each other, but without a rush for now.

Sander pulls back first, their lips smacking when they disconnect. "I'm sorry today didn't work out." Scrunching up his face, he reaches to comb through Robbe's hair consolingly. He leans into the touch before cuddling even closer, seeking warmth when the cold air makes goosebumps appear on his heated skin.

"But I loved today, really. We can go to a concert another time." He kisses the underside of his jaw, sighing dreamily. "And I can't wait for Paris with you."

[hornime]

For the 500 inky thingy, may I request a short headcanon for Todoroki and Mina (and if you don’t do female characters that’s fine). I think scent is a really attractive and intimate thing, so could it be a reaction or thoughts of a s/o’s scent? Whether it’s sfw or nsfw is up to you :)

part of my 500 event! [CLOSED]

LOVE LANGUAGE: SCENT | TODOROKI SHOTO, MINA ASHIDO X GN!READER

warnings: some 18+ (suggestive, no explicit smut), timeskip!todoroki and timeskip!mina, gn!reader

a/n: this ask is so cute omg i hope i did it justice

todoroki shoto:

>> sfw:

shoto’s not a really touchy-feely person, so he probably doesn’t initiate physical contact a lot.

but he loves your presence (and your smell) so he’ll try to come up with other ways to have that connection with you.

specifically through your clothes.

totally see him as the kind of guy that’ll steal your hoodies and shirts and wear them because they’re little mementos of you.

and when its cold out he’ll take your scarf and hold it up to his nose because it smells like you 🥺

when he gets more comfortable with you he’ll do cutesy little things like kissing the top of your hand or burying his nose in the junction of your collarbone near your pulse point.

which is coincidentally is favorite place to rest his face when you’re doing other things...

>> nsfw:

when shoto’s doing foreplay, specifically going down on you, he’s the type to kiss it before he eats it.

will stay between your legs and just inhale your scent before getting to work with his tongue.

he thinks you taste great but you smell a lot better!

and when he’s thrusting into you, you on your back with your legs thrown over his shoulders, he’s kissing up and down your thighs.

when you throw your hands over his neck to pull him closer he’ll grab your wrists and kiss them too.

he always tries to hide his noises by nuzzling his nose into your neck but you smell so fucking good there that he can’t help but groan louder.

once he gets a whiff of the sheen on your skin he’s a goner. like he’s cumming instantaneously.

mina ashido:

>> sfw:

mina’s extroverted and her love language is touch so expect her to always have an arm wrapped around your waist or her fingers interlocked while you dance together, just so she be close to you.

and expect her to always give you hugs from the back so she can squish her nose into your cheek and just inhale the scent of your body wash.

she’ll always switch pillowcases with you when you’ve left for work so when you both go back to bed she can sleep to the smell of you <3

when your hair whips in her face she gets a whiff of your shampoo and just melts.

and she loves playing with your hair so that aroma wafts through the air and fills her senses.

>> nsfw:

so it only makes sense for your back to be pushed up against her chest as she lathers soap bubbles into your body.

she giggles at your squirming as she trails her fingers down your body until they’re achingly close to your core.

she loves when you lean your head back onto her shoulder and moan so prettily, giving her perfect access to the fresh scent of your hair which is carried around the room by the steam of the shower.

she’ll flip you guys around so that your back is flush against the cold tile of the wall and leave small kisses along your skin, relishing in the sweet taste of you.

once you’re pouting and asking her to get on with it already she’ll send you a cheeky smile and nip lightly between your thighs.

she loves when you’re still standing under the water because the soap suds slide down your body and she smells your fragrance as they go down the drain.

won’t admit it but she can’t shop for shampoo and body wash anymore because she’ll get flashbacks to the last time you guys had sex.

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[ticklygiggles]

Hewwo may I get Albether for the ask meme 🥺

You may, good citizen 🥺🥺🥺

1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE, I say both, both are so so cute!

Aether's laugh is bright and just slightly hiccupy and so bubbly!

Albedo's is light, but bubbly and it makes everyone's cheeks go pink 🥺

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

IT'S MY TIME to throw this hc that probably has been posted before but I haven't seen:

Idk what's that star thingy Albedo has in his throat, but, if it's part of him, then that spot is reeeeaally ticklish to soft nibbles and kissies 🥺🥺🥺

Aether's is ticklish pretty much everywhere, so if I have to come up with an unusual place that'd beeee his fingers 🥺🥺 Albedo likes to trace then so gently to hear Aether giggle!

3. Who gets cheer-up tickles?

I think they both do, but mostly Aether!

He misses Lumine so much 😔 he sometimes misses his previous life and his wings and just over all everything! So Albedo is there to cuddle him and lightly tickle him to relax and help him light his mood a little bit. "Everything will be alright. I'll be with you supporting you and taking care of you for as long as you want me to." 😭

Albedo also sometimes gets sad thinking about his master, so of course Aether is also with him to light up his mood a little bit, "You've learned so many things on your own, you've met many people that love you. I bet she'd be really proud." *Cries profusely*

4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

Albedo, huhu~ he just can't resist, BESIDES, Aether is always exposing himself with his crop top so might as well~

Aether also sometimes takes advantage, but Albedo turns the tables on him too quickly xD

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

One day Aether and Paimon went to visit Albedo, he was a little busy and told them to relax a bit while he worked, a few minutes later he heard loud and rather cute laugh, so he looked over at them and found Paimon tickling poor Aether!

When they had some alone time, Albedo just had to try that discovery out!

Aether found out because he wanted to have his revenge! Albedo thought he wasn't ticklish because Klee had tried to tickle him and he didn't have a reaction, but when Aether squeezed his ribs and Albedo shrieked out a laugh, he knew he was so very wrong!

6. Who can’t take tickle bites?

Albedo can't take them in his star thingy, ribs and just over all his neck!

Aether can't take them anywhere xD

7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

Aether! Albedo is an early raiser, he doesn't sleep much either, but Aether loves to cuddle and even though Albedo wants to stay in, he also needs to do a few things an Aether told him he needed some violet grass the night before, so of course he has to get his cute Aether out of bed~

8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?

Albedo does! Aether is used to being ticklish and tickled and he also has stamina, but Albedo is still getting used to the sensation, so he gives up rather quickly 💕

9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

Aether, Albedo really kicks when you're ticklish his worst spot!

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

They don't exactly provoke each other, but Albedo says that Aether is just begging to be tickled when he's being a little annoying (which only happens when Albedo is overworking and Aether wants some attention, hehe)

[Send your OTP and I'll answer these questions~]

[soukokuwu]

Hi I know reqs are currently closed but I have a sort of urgent request if you're willing to take it 😣😣😣 could you do a scenario or headcannons for chuuya coming home to his s/o screaming and hiding on top of the bed because there's a lizard in the room? there was one running around in my bedroom today and it wasn't caught I don't feel safe sleeping in MY own bed tonight SEND HELP

author notes. lizards 🥴 those squishy thingies hehe anw,, here you go!! hope this is okay <33

he can already hear the screaming when he’s outside the door, and immediately abandons all sanity

kicks down the door and flies into the room only to find you shivering under the covers

you don’t even flinch at the sound because you know only chuuya can destroy the door with that much force

you’re totally covered by the blanket so he can’t see you’re bawling your eyes out but he can hear you sniffling and he’s so worried, mind running through a thousand scenarios that could’ve happened to you

most of them are traumatic — think witnessing a death or getting some horrible news about your health and that now you’re having nightmares or something

of course he doesn’t get it right

when he sits down beside you and you immediately cling onto him he loves it; he loves being protective (then chides himself in his head for actually enjoying this situation)

tries his best not to laugh at you when he hears what it’s really about, so he clamps down hard on his lips and keeps your head buried in his chest so you won’t see his pained expression

really really really really really wants to laugh

you keep pointing in a general direction when he asks where it is, and you’re demanding him to get it out of the room

he readily agrees, he knows you won’t stop fretting over it unless he does

you’re cowering in fear with your knees tucked against your chest and the blanket up to your mouth as you watch your boyfriend tear apart the closet looking for it

finds it within two minutes

a glint in his eye as he grabs it with his hand and turns round to smirk at you

your head goes “fuck fuck fuck”

because he’s grinning his face off and walking towards you oh so slowly with. the. lizard. squirming. in. his. hands.

no matter how much you try to tell him to back off he’s just getting closer and closer acting coy and saying “aww look at it, come on, it’s so cute!”

you think he’s gone crazy

next moment you know he’s flailing the poor thing in your face and you’re screaming your head off while he’s laughing til he tears up

worst part? while he’s waving it in front of you, before you can get out of position, the lizard. drops. its. tail. on. you.

you pretty much throw off the covers and run out of the room (chuuya feels guilty by then and rushes after you)

after showing you that he let the lizard go outside and a few more minutes of coaxing he gets you to forgive him. he is sorry, claims he didn’t know they could cut their own tails

tries to make up for it later by cuddling you in bed, kissing you all over your head — try as you may you can’t keep up the angry facade any more because it tickles

“i love that cute little laugh of yours, you know that?”

you shove him away playfully only for him to hug you even tighter, and you just let yourself rest your head against his chest, his steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm to fall asleep too.

“i hate you, idiot.”

chuuya chuckles at how feeble it sounds, and how obviously fake it is. but all he does is kiss your forehead and remind you of what he always feels.

“i love you too, princess.”

[marvelousstevetony]

Can you make this with sick Steve “Can you pronounce anything correctly right now?” “Ndo. *sniff* See???”

Eeep, so sweet! Pls imagine this in a non-powered au with professor!Steve and Tony who has his Stark Industries work thingie💖

Between meetings that have run too long and several overdue deadlines that he finally caught up with, Tony is more than ready to declare it the end of his work week even though it’s only Thursday.  Pepper had shot him one glance and nearly winced at how exhausted he had looked after that last meeting and then decided to let him off until Monday.

And for that, Tony is truly grateful, because it means that he can have a lie in the next morning. It subsequently means that he will be fully energized for date night with Steve tomorrow evening and not have a million things hanging over his head, distracting him from spending time with his boyfriend for the first time in what feels like forever.

While Tony has been caught up in business with Stark Industries, Steve has spent the majority of every day, and probably most nights, too, grading his students’ assignments or preparing for his lectures, and from what Tony has been able to detect through Steve’s texts, he’s just about as ready for the weekend as Tony is.

***

The next morning, Tony wakes up late, as expected. What is the point of having a day off if you can’t sleep until noon anyways?

He checks his phone first thing and is excited to see a text from Steve. His excitement plummets when he reads it, though.

Hey, Tony. I think I’m gonna need a rain check for tonight. I’ve come down with something and I don’t want you catching this. I was really looking forward to seeing you, though… miss you.

Tony’s heart sinks a little in sympathy, but also because he really misses Steve. They haven’t seen each other all week. Tony can’t even remember the last time they spent more than three days apart, but they’ve both been so busy with work that they didn’t have the time. Hence they had planned date night once both of them were off work.

Aww, I’m sorry you’re feeling bad, baby. I miss you too. So much. We don’t have to go out, though, we can just stay at yours and eat take out and watch movies. I won’t even tease you when you inevitably fall asleep on me half way through.

Tony sends the message and gets a reply less than two minutes after.

First of all, I don’t fall asleep on you. Secondly, you really don’t have to come. Not that I don’t want you here, I do, but I’m pretty gross and 100% contagious. Trust me, you don’t want this.

Tony can’t help but smile to himself as he imagines Steve curled up on his couch, wrapped in a million blankets, blonde hair all messy and disheveled and his nose and cheeks flushed pink. How could Steve think he would ever want not to be with him when he’s like that?

I don’t mind, Steve. I miss you and I want you to feel better. I’m coming over, okay?

You do fall asleep on me, by the way, but I’ll pretend you don’t since you’re sick.

Placing his phone on the beside table, Tony gets up and immediately starts pulling his clothes on. He’ll need to go the store to grab a few things before heading to Steve’s place, like the super soft tissues Steve never buys for himself, and probably some more tea as well.

Tony is just about to leave his apartment when Steve responds after a couple minutes of silence.

Okay. Thank you, Tony. I love you.

Warmth flooding in his chest, Tony types out a quick reply before turning the door knob and going out the door.

I love you. Leaving now, see you in a bit.

***

Tony doesn’t even bother knocking as he lets himself into Steve’s apartment. It’s basically his apartment as much as it’s Steve’s, really, if you look at how much time he spends there in comparison to his penthouse.

It’s not that he doesn’t like his own place, because he does. It’s luxurious, it gets cleaned twice a week, and it’s large enough to fit all of Tony’s crap, which is objectively a lot.

Steve’s apartment is different. It’s smaller, and older, and could definitely use an overhaul in a few places, but it exudes warmth and comfort and feels homey in a way Tony’s place at the tower never could, which is probably why they spend most of their time at Steve’s.

Sometimes Tony wonders why they haven’t moved in together after being together for nearly three years, but maybe they’re just not there yet. And it’s not like it would change a whole lot, honestly. The only time they spent apart is on weeks like this one where both of them are too busy and caught up in their own things that neither of them have the time to make the short trip from Manhattan to Brooklyn.

Tony knows that he wants to, though. He wants to move in with Steve. Or have Steve move in with him. But that’s a minor detail and doesn’t really matter to Tony. What does matter, though, is that Tony won’t ever have to say goodbye to Steve when he goes back to the tower, and that he gets to slip into bed next to Steve every night regardless of their schedules.

And if they lived together, Tony wouldn’t have to rush from his place to Steve’s to take care of him when he’s sick either, because he’d already be there. Anyway, that’s a discussion for another time. Right now, Tony has other things he needs to take care of. Steve, for one.

Tony toes off his shoes and pads into the kitchen, setting the shopping bags on the counter. He might’ve gone a bit overboard and bought an excessive amount of sick-person-things, but Tony has never claimed not to be over the top, especially when it comes to Steve.

From the kitchen, he can hear the tv playing in the living room room, along with a series of incessant sniffles, and Tony figures Steve has already reached the end of his tissue supply. He grabs a box of Kleenex and heads towards the living room where he finds his boyfriend huddled up on the couch.

An empty mug and countless crumpled tissues litter the coffee table, some are on the floor, too, and Tony instantly thinks it looks like every episode of every bad sit-com he’s ever seen where one of the characters is sick. In the center of it all is Steve, who now has his face buried in the crook of his elbow, eyes narrowed into slits, his expression twisted into an anticipatory frown as his breath wavers. After a few seconds, his eyes close fully and he gives into the rush over sneezes.

“ehhCHshoo! H’uhh—uh! chuh’SHhoo! ehh… EISHhh’oo!”

The last sneeze of the triple is strong enough that Steve’s body snaps slightly forward with it, shoulders visibly tensing.

“Looks like you could use these,” Tony announces his presence, waving the Kleenex in the air, and goes to sit next to Steve on the couch, then drops the fresh box of tissues into Steve’s lap. “Bless you, sweetheart.”

Steve still looks a little taken aback by the sneezes and blinks at Tony a few times to clear away the woozy feeling. When he still hasn’t moved after a few seconds, Tony reaches to pull out a few tissues and hands them to Steve.

“Oh, umb… snff! Hey, Tody… snffSNF! Thangks,” Steve says thickly as he accepts the handful of tissues. “I didn’ evend hear you ged id.”

Tony flashes him a soft smile as he brushes a few strands of blonde hair away from Steve’s forehead. “Yeah, you’re probably all bunged up, hm?”

And he really is. His voice has gone all low and he sounds like he’s breathing through concrete. His nose almost looks swollen, too, what with all the congestion that seems to have settled in his head.

Steve sighs stuffily and nods a little. “Yeah, I’mb, uh… snf! snf! oh, ‘scuse m-mbe— huhh-CHshoo! eiiSHH’uhh!”

Sniffling does nothing to stop the tickle from building, in fact, it just coaxes it out. Steve catches the sneezes in the tissues, both hands steepled over his nose and mouth. He gives an experimental blow afterwards, but that just makes him cough, and he gives a few congested snuffles, then coughs some more.

“S-sorry,” he sighs when Tony blesses him and gives him a concerned look. “I’ve beed sndeezing— SNF! all day, ad I’mb… snf! ugh… I’mb jusd so gross.” Steve looks close to a pout, but he can’t keep his mouth closed for more than a few seconds since his nasal airways are completely blocked and impenetrable.

Tony’s worried frown just deepens. “You sound so sick, honey,” he mumbles, brushing a finger across Steve’s nose, putting a light pressure on the maxillary sinus, then strokes it with his thumb. “Can you pronounce anything correctly tight now?” he asks, only half joking.

It makes Steve chuckle, though, a husky, low sound, but it makes his eyes go soft, and Tony feels himself melt a little.

“Ndo,” Steve replies, proving his point and sniffles again. “See? SNFF!”

Tony can only smile at the self-deprecating tone to Steve’s voice and the bashful expression that crosses his face. His already pink cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and the smile he gives Tony is bordering on shy. Blue eyes are fully fixed on brown, and despite the glazed look to them, there’s still that distinct sparkle that always appears when he looks at Tony.

After a few seconds of intensely gazing into each other’s eyes, Steve ducks his head and looks away. “Stop,” he laughs when he looks back up to find Tony still staring at him.

“Stop what?”

“I doad snfSNF! kndow… You’re mbaking mbe nervous,” Steve says, rubbing his neck and smiling sweetly. Then, suddenly, Steve wrinkles his nose, his entire face scrunching up in irritation. He scrubs his nose against the back of his wrist before quickly bringing the rest of his arm closer to his face. “h’h’uhh! huhESCHhiiew! snffSnff!”

“God bless you, Steve…” Inching closer, Tony drops a kiss to Steve’s cheek. It’s a little warm, but nothing too bad, at least not yet. This close, he can see how the hairs on Steve’s neck raise as he places another peck on his jaw.

“Just relax, okay?” Tony whispers, and Steve hums contently in reply. “I missed you,” he adds, just because he hasn’t told him in person yet. Somehow, it feels like a confession.

“I missed you, too.” Steve grabs Tony’s hand, linking their fingers together and giving it a tight squeeze.

“I know it’s barely been a week, but I really hate not seeing you every day.”

“I kndow… mbe too,” Steve admits and catches his bottom lip between his teeth. He almost looks uncertain for a second, but then he takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “What if you just… stayed? Here. With me.”

Steve looks a little nervous again, watching Tony’s reaction closely.

And, to be honest, Tony’s nervous, too, all of a sudden. “You mean…?” Tony starts, dumbfounded and eyes wide. Steve’s nodding. Tony swallows around the lump in his throat. “Are you— are you sure?”

“I mbean, you basically live here already. And… sniff! It would be nice. Not having to miss you.”

“Steve…” Tony breathes.

“We don’t have to stay here either… we could… snf! We could stay at the tower, or find somewhere else. Not that— I mbean, if you snf! don’t want to, that’s… that’s fine t—“

“Steve,” Tony repeats, this time more confident. “Yes. Yes, I want to stay here. With you.” Tony’s tone is level as he answers. He doesn’t recall ever being so sure of anything, apart from the fact that he loves Steve above everything else.

“Oh,” Steve says and lets out a relieved chuckle. “Thad’s… great. Amazing, even. I-I’mb…”

“Yeah, me too,” Tony says and leans in to brush his lips over Steve’s. “But let’s celebrate later, okay? Right now, you’re having tea and medicine, and then we’ll put on a movie so you can fall asleep on me.”

Steve rolls his eyes fondly. “I don’t fall asleep on you.”

“Oh, yes you do.”

[minithefutureawaits09]

So I’m having a bit of a writers explosion so where better to do this?

Pairing: Spirk

Universe: AOS, Alternate.

Warnings: This is fairly angsty but don’t worry I‘m putting plenty of comfort at the end.

let’s begin.

~~

Jim laid buried underneath the layers of blankets and sheets in his bed. Hiding from the world for a few minutes, allowing a moment to draw those shudders closed, to let any and every emotion that wanted to cross his face in privacy. He knew this wasn’t very ‘James Tiberius Kirk, Captain of the .U.S.S. Enterprise.’ of him, but he couldn’t care less at the moment. It felt like his heart had been squished into countless little pieces and the ache echoed up to the top of his head, tips of his fingers, and his toes.

He’d gotten into a very heated—, (or well, as heated as one could get with a Vulcan he mused), Heated argument with his Boyfriend about something. Hell, he couldn’t remember what it was he was supposed to be mad over anymore because the hurt was all too consuming. The words he had said in anger,

“Oh, so that’s how it is? Guess I see where I stand then.”

“Well maybe if you could actually grow a pair and tell them that, we wouldn’t be having this conversation would we?”

“I’m Nothing now? Our relationship is nothing now? Well if you were going to lead me on for the past couple months, maybe you should’ve just kept your mouth shut and not said a word.”

“Oh go screw off, Spock!”

“Get the hell out of my quarters! and that’s an order from your captain, Commander!”

Each one sending stabs back through his system from the memory. He knew he messed up, and messed up bad. He doesn’t remember if technically he had the right to be angry or not, and the guilt was eating him away. Into nothingness. A husk, void of anything.

However, he couldn’t find the strength to move. Spock’s words too haunted his thoughts, and it made him question everything. Did Spock love him? Did he mean what he said? Was the past couple of blissful months all a lie? Was everything over? Had he ruined the best thing that‘d ever happened to him? The questions circled his brain, and everything told him to seek out the officer in question but he couldn’t. He knew he didn’t deserve his company. Should he just give him what he wanted?

That’s right, he remembers now. They were fighting over Spock’s wish to resign from Star-Fleet. Something about ’duty’ and being next to his father’s side, and implied settling down. Which he knows this might be selfish, but Jim needs him. Needs him here, as his First officer, his friend, his lover. Maybe in another timeline he’d be encouraging him to do so, to purse that chance, but not this one.

He’d wanted him so badly, was it truly messed up that he wanted to keep him now that he had him? Maybe it was. Maybe it was because he was keeping him from the duty Spock felt the need to pursue. They’d agreed from the beginning that duty came first. Did this fall under that category? It did...didn’t it? Duty was the word he was using, so duty it must be.

So he was in the wrong. He knew it. He freaking. Knew it. So there’s only one way to rectify this. Give his...Soon-to-be-Former First officer what he wanted. He forced his eyes to open, even though they ached from hours of sobbing. He was thankful he dimmed the lights earlier this morning, as it was bright enough to see but not enough to hurt his eyes. He wiped at his eyes with a soft blanket in front of him, before using all of his willpower to sit up.

He grabbed a tissue and blew his nose for the umpteenth time, though it didn’t do much. He still couldn’t breathe very well through it. Doesn’t matter though, he can breathe through his mouth just fine. Just as he‘s gotten his feet off the side of the bed he hears the doors to their joint bathroom sliding open. The bright light illuminating the silhouette of the being whose quarters are on the other side.

He squints but can just barely meet the eyes staring back at him until the doors slide close again and conceal the bright light. That’s when he all-out avoids them. Hanging his head in silence, but the Vulcan breaks it first.

“Jim,“

Jim head lifts at the sound of his name, and how sad and broken it fell from those lips.

“Spock,”

His was worse, broken, quiet and horse. He puts his hands out, reaching for the man. Seeking comfort, even if his brain is telling him he doesn’t need nor deserve such a luxury. That his own words from earlier were so awful that they really don’t desrve forgiveness.

In a blur he feels warmth spreading from his fingers and setting off a fresh batch of tears in the works. He’s somewhat aware that he’s sobbing out ’I’m so sorry’ and the man’s name. His face only buried in the soft fabric of what Jim can only assume was Spock’s pajamas or robe.

“Jim, T’hy’la. It is not your fault.”

Gentle hands held his, as he watches the figure now kneel before him. One hand reaching to cup his face, and wipe away the tears, even if he couldn’t meet the brown eyes staring intensely at him. His thoughts are telling him it is, and he’s convinced himself it is. So he responds,

”it— it is my—my fault, Spock,”

He whispered then added,

“I said such awful things to you, and I forgot we agreed duty came first. I was just getting up to sign the papers-,”

Jim was cut off as he was quickly pulled into Spock’s lap off the bed. Both of the Vulcan’s arms holding him in a firm grasp as he straddled the man’s lap. One hand found its way into his hair, as he rested it on the shoulder in front of him.

“No. You had every right to be mad at me, ashayam.“

He’d opened his mouth to reply but was beaten to speaking,

“I do not wish to be anywhere but by your side. I know you wanted to wait further, but I informed my father that I will be staying here with you. My T’hy’la.”

Jim was confused, he knew what Ashayam meant, ‘beloved.’ His partner told him that early on in their relationship- well. Week two, (if you want to be specific), of their two month relationship. T’hy’la on the other hand, he’s heard tossed around from his First officer’s counterpart, Selik. He never asked what it meant though because the thought always slipped from him. Why that of all things in that sentence he was hung up on he’s not sure.

“What does that word mean, and could we move back to the bed...please?”

He doesn’t try and fight it as his partner pick him up in order for them to the bed in answer to his request. Now laying on his side, facing someone who he couldn’t look in the eye yet. Held firmly by their arms, as the explain action makes him freeze.

“T’hy’la means friend, brother, and lover. Which I neglected to see until our disagreement took place.“

This only further instilled his confusion.

“Spock I don’t understand,”

He lifted his gaze to meet those brown orbs, comparable to that of chocolate. His eyes slide close as he feels a forehead pressing against his own.

“T’hy’la is a rare occurrence on Vulcan. The closest one can get would be a soulmate. If I took that position beside my father, I would be leaving behind the other half of myself.”

This makes Jim object,

“Spock as much as I want to be, I don’t think I’m your Tuh-do-la thingy. If we really were soulmates, I wouldn’t have said—“

Again, words were stopped short, but for a different reason. This time it was for the soft lips pressed against his own, ones that tasted faintly of a tea of some sort. When they broke his Vulcan spoke,

”Again. You were angry, and I deeply apologize for hurting you. I know you may not believe me now, after I jeopardized our relationship, but my Jim, I promise you will soon.”

This was followed by a series of kisses until Spock gently coaxed Jim into sleep and shortly followed suit. Assuring every question thrown his way that he wasn’t going anywhere anymore, and that he truly apologized for his actions.

Even as he drifted off, Jim knew now that every word he said. He was loved, and to the depths that love went. That the past months prior weren’t a lie, and it wasn’t selfish to want his parter after desperately pining after him.

[karasunology]

⸙ ˚₊ ➷ KAGEYAMA TOBIO & OIKAWA TOORU AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER ! ❞

╰─ ─ ﾟheadcanons of two of our pretty setters being your older brothers !

✐ . . . BIG BROTHER HEADCANONS.

[ MIYA TWINS & BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ SUNA RINTAROU & KITA SHINSUKE VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ kageyma tobio, oikawa tooru <3

[ trigger warnings ━ manga spoilers !! ]

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO.

➜ the type of older brother that acts as if he doesn't care but he actually does.

➜ he acts as if that one time where no one from his family but you actually came to one of his volleyball games ─ well, besides from your guys' grandfather; but ever since of his passing, the clostest ─ tangible and most concrete reminants of him were just lingering in the form of a volleyball.

➜ he acts as if the absence of most of his family members didn't affect him and yet, he usually found himself looking for them in the stands ─ hoping that they'd be there cheering him on

➜ he was used to always being left alone when it was just him and his older sister but then you came along

➜ when you were young, you would always cling onto him for your dear life for some reason

➜ and ever since tobio was young, he somewhat had difficulties expressing himself so it was no surprise that he usually shakes you off violently off your tight graps

➜ like how can someone with so little hands be so strong at holding him down??

➜ he wasn't used to these affections, and the start of your guys' sibling relationship was quite rocky

➜ but now when he remembers those times where you hated to jog but you would always, ALWAYS, find yourself catching up to him

➜ slowley, gradually & subtly

➜ just to match up to his pace so you guys would jog together

➜ and then he realizes, that he wasn't alone anymore

➜ bb boy had you right next to him

➜ ugh enough about angst people

➜ LETS GET TO THE GOOD GOOD

➜ SPA DAYS ARE A THING

➜ SORRY YOU DON'T MAKE THE RULES

➜ I DO

➜ since he is a setter, he needs his fingers and nails in tip-top shape yknow?

➜ since you're one of the only persons he trusts his life onto, he makes you do it

➜ like it's not even because of whatever gender you are

➜ you will do his nails, and you WILL learn to do the best manicure this boy could ever get

➜ because all you want was the best for the best older brother ever.

➜ and that's how he always had healthy clean nails & is always manicured

➜ and it's ON YOU

➜ he would never, NEVER let anyone else do his nails

➜ you would 100% go along with his finger exercise thingy

➜ and these spa days usually ends in a sleepover with facemasks on miwa-nee left in her drawers

 ➜ kageyama may not show it, but he really appreciates you

➜ like alot

➜ you had all the reasons to deny him of his spa days, matches, etc.

➜ but you choose to stay, to learn how to manicure, to skip school and go to his matches & give him the support he was deprived off

➜ like if this blueberry boyo ever offered to share you his mILK, while you guys already have seperate milk cartons in the fridge

➜ you know that he holds you so close, and so fucking dear to his heart that it's going to make me crYyyY

➜ he's not good at expressing his emotions, but he will do everything in his will to make it known to you that you are important to him

➜ he'll always walk with you to school and go home with you whenever he doesn't have volleyball practice

➜ if he noticed that you're feeling down or stressed he'll take you away from whatever that is & will force you to play volleyball with him

➜ just so that you could get your mind off from it

➜ if you forget your lunch money, he'll buy you two mini milk box with curry buns on the side

➜ and then when you guys go home he'll force you to make bento with him until it's late at night in a school night with tons of food on your closed because y'all forgot to use an apron lmao

➜ he's always so stiff with receiving affections and giving one

➜ but he's so good at giving headpats

➜ and he only does it on you

➜ his warm huge hand in comparison to your head, and it'll always be the best way he could convey his emotions

➜ it's through the familiar, homey feeling of the palm of his hands

➜ he's the type to have one picture with you and his grandfather together that's literally so old, it doesn't need those vintage aesthetic effects to make it look vintage

➜ he'll also the type to carry it around in his wallet ALWAYS, but forgets to bring money?? for?? some?? reason??

➜ 11/10 would recommend as a brother

➜ in conclusion, he may not be the best at showing affections and giving them, but you'll always be reminded in different and special ways that he loves you so much; you'll always have each other's back & would stay in each other's side, always.

➜ like harry potter typa shit always.

OIKAWA TOORU.

➜ he's the type of brother that is ALWAYS UP YOUR FUCKING BUSSINESS

➜ he already has his head up his ass,  you don't want him to be up on yours as well

➜ he'll always be up on your room & he's very very clingy, like a lot

➜ fights are an ALWAYS

➜ y'all would fight about many things honestly

➜ probably most of the reason would be because you're just fed up on him

➜ you would DEFINITELY JOIN IWAIZUMI ON BULLYING HIM & WOULD DEF JOIN ON HITTING HIM

 ➜ but even if things are serious, like that one time where he's just so exhausted of EVERYTHING, because why the fuck won't his serves be good enough?

➜ and he'll just breakdown in front of you, pouring his heart out on how they lost again to ushijima in the semi-finals

➜ he'll also spill out all his insecurities about volleyball because even if it may not seem like it, he gets insecure too 👉👈

➜ and you'll just be there, listening since you know that he wasn't looking and asking for advice ─ he just wanted someone, anyone to listen to him

➜ you'll let him cry out whatever was bothering him for the past few weeks while comfort his huge frame since he collapsed onto your shoulder

➜ oKAy ENOUGH ANGST I AM SO SORRY

➜ i hate myself too, don't worry💅💋

➜ while you guys were young, he'd always be up on your room, and would be playing dolls or cars or shit with you

➜ he's just so used to being with you

➜ that when you got sick and had to go to a hospital and they wouldn't let him visit you, he cried for the first time in years

➜ he'll be stuck on your side by the time you were discharged

➜ he plays volleyball with you along with iwaizumi

➜ he'll also make you come with him while along with iwaizumi to meet his volleyball idol

➜ you'll also be the first person to know what his plans for the future is

➜ and you'll support him through and through, you guys would even consider going with him to argentina

➜ and he wouldn't disagree

➜ he's the type of brother that knows 12762 of your crushes, your passwords, that page 24 of tour diary he stole that says “ tooru-nii isn't kinda that annoying ” that he framed up on his bedroom

➜ he has a shit ton of blackmail material on you

➜ since it's canon that he adores his family, he'll have many polaroid pictures of your guys' family up on his wall

➜ and of course of you guys seperately on picture frames on his desk, ranging from that one time you almost drowned taken at the right timing, to that picture of you and him when you graduated junior high.

➜ speaking of pictures

➜ he'll be SPAMMING YOUR PHONE WITH PICTURES OF HIM

➜ weird ass selfies of his and those forced cute faces that you wanted to burn in hell

➜ and a LOT of selfies with you guys on it

➜ since he knows your password to your phone, he'll change your lockscreen wallpaper to a cute selfie of you guys

➜ he'll never make you change it

➜ reason #1672 why you don't have a bf/gf

➜ you'll ALWAYS find him scrolling through YOUR phone

➜ he'd be watching tiktoks not giving a fuck

➜ while you're just there like

➜ that's MY phone sir 👁👄👁

➜ 11/10 would have a section of his family scrapbook of you guys & it's either showing your attractive oikawa genes

➜ or it's shitty photos of you guys

➜ nothing in between

➜ since we talked about your phone, let's talk about his

➜ you would not let him spam your phone and ruin your phone storage with pictures of him and selfies of you guys without doing the same with him

➜ like DUH

➜ his phone would be FILLED of crazy crackhead pictures of you guys

➜ and he'll have one of your cute selfies as his lockscreen wallpaper

➜ matching the one he set up on your phone

➜ and of he ever has a girlfriend/boyfriend, you HAVE to meet them first

➜ and even if you may not see it, your opinions is held quite mighty high for oikawa

➜ and of course he's like that with you too, he better know the address of your boyfriend/girlfriend, their number, and he WILL do a whole ass background check on him

➜ but you know he does that not only to have your underwear in a twist, he kinda 👉👈 cares about you & as you care about him

➜ 12/10 would recommend as a brother

➜ in conclusion, you guys may sometimes be up on each other's ass, but you guys care a lot about each other and will not hesitate to beat someone's ass for the other because no one but him could bully you, and vice versa ( + iwa-chan )

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . will be making this a mini series of big brother headcanons bECAUSE WHY NOT, like WHY NOT; ya get me?? i fucking love wholesome family headcanons & would 1000% write domestic hcs and dad! hcs.

again, requests are open !

one request = one more reason to stay sane

watch out for new dating headcanons of two cute setters 💅

send me an ask or even a comment on you want to see next in the big brother series because i'm wh0re for that, also i finally revived my phone but without it being formatted so i have to redo the requests i wrote. so before i post them since they are not quite done yet, have this.

[spideymarvelws]

It Was Fun While It Lasted

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A/n : this is kind of an alternate ending to endgame ig? a version where your a long lost child of thanos and Peter lost the gauntlet only to find it at the same time as you and plot ensues. Kind of the same thing with Clint and nebula but way further down in the movie. I just really wanted to write a villain reader okay leave me alone idk what im doing. also sorry for any inaccuracies i havent watched endgame is so long😭im just going off what i remember. 

Summary : Despite your life on earth, your life with the avengers, you’ve always felt like something was missing. You never felt that longing to save the people of the world, their wide smiles and thanks never satisfied you like it did everyone else. That was until Thanos told you about your true past, your true purpose.

To destroy the universe.

Warnings : cursing, betrayal, (ik we should just give Peter a break, but its for the plot im sorry) just pretty angsty so you’ve been warned

Word Count : 2.8k

Heavily inspired by this and this playlist on youtube

Peter Parker x GN!Villian!Reader

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“It’s under all that ruckus,” Sam yelled through coms, flying over the fallen building he once called the avenger’s compound, “Can anyone reach?”

Peter webbed one of the aliens, using the makeshift leash to pull himself over the creature, knocking it into another one of his kind. His new spider legs retracted from his suit, helping him land gracefully on the floor quick enough to see the domino effect he just caused.

He quickly caught Sam’s words, looking up to see he was right outside the fallen building.

“I can!” he quickly said, flicking his wrist to catch on to a random flying alien, pulling it down to the floor as he took flight, landing on the top of one of the cracked walls. He swiftly searched for an opening under the rubble with the help of Karen tracking where he looked.

Suddenly a red light flashed from a cave like opening, giving him a small cheer at victory. As he crawled into the gap, some static came through his ear piece signalling that someone was about to talk.

“Good luck Kid,” Tony muttered into his ear followed by a loud blast as the comms cut off. Even with the rough cut, he could still feel the small smile making its way to his face.

Though there was a full fledged war going on that might decide whether everyone lived or not, all his young brain could think about was how cool it was to be fighting alongside every superhero he’s ever known, and more. If only he could go back to when he first got bitten, to tell his past self that at some point in the future he would be fighting alongside the avengers.

That he himself was an avenger.

It was crazy to think about. To think about how far he’s come that he was able to save the world and not just help some old lady cross the street. As thoughts continued to bloom in his head, he carefully crawled through all the debris, taking care that he didn't stick to parts that might take down the small opening.

Soon enough he found a clearing, what looked like a living room area judging from the couch covered in dust and the familiar stone pillars and plants. He detached himself from the ceiling, landing softly on the floor as he looked around the dirty room, moving away from the flickering wires that hung from the slanted ceiling.

He soon caught sight of something shiny and gold from underneath a fallen pillar. He punched his arm in the air, running to the object and carefully pulling the gauntlet out of its snug position.

“Found it,” he said into his comms, grunting as it finally released, sending him back slightly, “Coming out now,”

“I’ll meet you outside,” Tony said before cutting off once again.

Peter looked back at the opening determined, strutting towards the exit, his confidence growing with each step. A crunch of debris shook him out of his pride, making him stop in his tracks. He quickly ducked behind a piller, looking at the shadows shown on the wall opposite him with his hand ready to web whatever it was making its way into the cavern.

But as soon as he caught your silhouette standing in the shadows, he let out a deep breath, his shoulders sagging as his muscles lost the sudden tension. He stepped out from his hiding spot to greet you.

“Oh thank god it’s you,” Peter chuckled, his hand falling to his side as he adjusting the gauntlet in his hand, “I thought it was another one of those alien thingies,”

You stayed silent, standing ominously with your arms to the side, twirling your gun slowly. He couldn't see your face hidden in the shadows, only the red glow of the necklace around your neck, illuminating details of your suit on your chest. He noticed how your body shook lightly, like a bomb about to go off. 

Peter chuckled nervously, tightening his hold on the glove.

“Is- is everything alright?” He said, taking careful steps towards you. 

He didn't listen to the voices in his head telling him to run, to get away as fast as he could. You were his friend, his partner in crime he liked to say. 

You would never hurt him.

You stayed silent a few seconds longer, the only thing proving to him that you weren't a lifeless manikin were your movements as you shifted from leg to leg. But he didn't think much of it, it was a scary time for everyone. Maybe you were just glad that he got the gauntlet and not someone from Thanos’ army. Maybe you were just glad to know he was okay after being separated.

“I’m sorry Peter,” you finally spoke up, your voice dangerously low, something he wasn't use to, “But I’m going to need you to give me that glove,”

Peter was taken back by your words, mostly still confused but also slightly worried at your words and sudden presence, “What! Why?”

“I can’t-,” you let out a harsh breath, “I can’t tell you why Peter, just give me the damn glove,”

“No, I-,” he let out a gasp when you raised your gun, aiming it directly at his chest, “Woah, woah, woah!” he held his empty hand up in defence, “What are you doing!”

“I’m getting that glove one way or another Parker,” you said harshly, your tone slashing at his heart, “So either you give it to me or i’m prying it off your dead corpse, you decide,”

Peter stayed silent, trying to process your sudden change in, well, you.

Only minutes ago, you were fighting alongside him, well what felt like minutes ago. He lost all concept of time when the army charged towards him, his main focus was getting that gauntlet away from Thanos and doing his job as an avenger. 

But you were there, using the same gun pointing at him now to blast the same aliens attacking him. That was until the land beneath you detached itself, creating a small floating piece of dirt that took you up in the air, taking you away from him.

He didn't have time to follow you when he got tackled to the floor, losing sight of you as you moved to the direction of Thanos.

That's when it clicked in his head.

But before he could question anything, his senses went off as he narrowly dodged the blast of your gun. With the distraction, you took the opportunity to lunge at him, knocking him to the floor.

“What did he do to you!” he grunted, throwing up the gauntlet and webbing it to the ceiling. Before you could jump for it, he tackled you to the floor, webbing one of your hands to the ground.

“He told me the truth!” you screamed, punching him in the nose with your other hand. He webbed that hand to the floor as it tried to reach out to your gun. He kicked away the weapon, webbing the rest of your body, making sure that you were secure, unable to escape.

He didn't want to, but you were unstable, not yourself. Whatever Thanos did to you, fucked up the person he knew, the person he loved and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. He was determined to get you back.

“What do you mean ‘truth’? Do you hear yourself right now!” he said in vain, his chest heaving with every breath. 

You stopped struggling in the webs, making Peter question if you ever were. You only laid with a wide smile on your face that soon turned into hysterical laughter. Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you tried to catch your breath making Peter’s breath hitch.

“loud and clear Peter,” you managed to get out, your laughs calming down to little giggles.

“Then why are you doing this? Why did you attack me!”

You rolled your eyes, “You refused to give the what i wanted that’s why,”

“But why do you want it?” he said desperately, growing annoyed with your vague words.

“Why do you want to save the world?” you countered, “Because it feels good right? You feel accomplished? You feel needed, you feel useful,” you shook your head, “You feel like aching pain in your chest to do the right thing, to do what you think is right for the world” you paused, “So what’s so wrong in wanting to destroy it,”

“I save the world because it's the right thing to do Y/n,” he said seriously, disgusted that you would think of the possibility of destroying the universe, “You’re killing innocent people! You lived through those five years, you knew how devastating it was for everyone,”

“But i enjoyed it,” you cut him off, “I enjoyed watching them suffer, because- because i knew it was the right thing, what Thanos did- it was destiny. It was fate! But you fail to see that, you all fail to fucking see it!”

“See what! See what!” he shouted, trying his best to understand what you were saying because none of it was processing in his head.

“People don’t appear out of thin air Peter! I didn’t have a family or friends! I woke up in the middle of nowhere! Knowing nothing about myself and you people fucking took me in and USED me because of my skil!” you spat, “When i asked to find my real family you all denied it, you denied everything i ever said, i asked, you people did nothing for me!”

He started to back away when he noticed your hands begin to glow red, the webs around your body melting off your skin. Suddenly his hands became heavy, something cold clicking around his wrists, pulling him to his knees. He struggled, his muscles strained as he tried to break free but it was futile.

He let himself get trapped, he let himself get distracted.

What confused him more was your sudden power. You were known for your slick fighting skills and use of your guns and various weapons. Not powers that made chains burst out of the ground strong enough to withhold him even with his super strength.

Did Thanos do this to you? Is this why you turned to his side, because he gave you special abilities?

“But now, I know my true self, I know my purpose,” you continued, “I’m not a superhero Peter, maybe not by your definition. Saving all those people, using my powers for ‘good’ means nothing to me,” you stood tall over him, power surging through your veins, “cause guess what! It’s repetitive! People will always find a way to get hurt, to use people for their gain! Humans! Humans are a fucking waste of time but you all never saw that. You just saw the good not the evil,”

“Because that’s our j-”

“Because that’s our job, yes I know, but it's not,” you cut him off once more, “Who ever said that we need to protect people who can’t even help themselves? Who ever said we needed to have this responsibilities on our shoulders for something we can’t even control,” you pointed at him, “You never asked to be spiderman, sure the same can’t be the same for iron man or captain america but they choose that, we didn’t,” you sighed, “But none of you understand that, only-” you paused, “only Thanos does,”

“Is that why you're doing this? Because of something our enemy said,”

“Your enemy, not mine,” you smiled weakly, “He’s made more sense to me that any of you have, he showed me my true powers, my true self in the matter of minutes, something you all couldn't do in years,” your hands dropped to your side, “because he’s my family, he knows my true destiny the real reason why I was given my gift,” you gestured to the gauntlet, “And that’s to complete what he started, that’s why he put me on earth Peter, and I can’t let you or anyone ruin that for me,”

That’s when it clicked, “You’re his child,”

You smiled softly at his words, “I’m not a hero Peter,” your shoulder shook as you let out a tired laugh, “I’ve tried telling you this so many times but you-,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, “You just never fucking listened!”

Peter stayed silent, looking down at the floor in defeat. You knelt down in front of him, talking his jaw in your fingers to pull his face up, forcing him to look into your eyes.

“I never wanted to hurt you Peter,” you whispered, your eyes softening as you looked directly into his now dull, dirty browns.

“You already did,” he sneered, feeling no remorse for his words, “You did when you took his side, when you betrayed us, after everything we’ve fucking been through your side with a purple fucking raisin,”

You only sighed, your head dropping as you stood back up, stretching your back, “You’ll understand Peter, one day you will,” you began to walk back to the gauntlet, flicking your fingers to get rid of the webs, “To bad I won’t be there for that to happen,”

The shiny piece of metal fell softly into your hands, laying snugly in your palms. Peter watched with dread as your eyes glimmered with glee, reflecting all the colours of the stones, glowing dimly when it landed on the red one.

“How do you think it’s going to feel?” you said out loud, staring in awe at the gauntlet, “I mean I’ve felt the wrath of one stone but six?!” you chuckled, “I could only imagine what that must feel like,”

Peter only grumbled at your words, looking around for something, anything that might spark a light in his mind. That might help him to escape but he found nothing. You had the power of a fucking infinity stone running through your body, if he were to try anything you were sure to break him back down despite which stone you got your powers from. It didn't matter, you were still stronger than him in every way.

“Question is, should I put the glove on, then the stones? Or maybe the other way around? Should I do them all at once or individually,” you looked back at him with a mad grin, “The options huh?”

“You really are his child,” Peter grumbled, looking off to the side, “Sick and twisted, just like him,”

“See! You finally get it!” you said excitedly, throwing your arms in the air, “Glad to know we’re finally on the same page,” you giggled right after. 

Normally it would make his heart flutter, but now it only made him sick to his stomach.

“God, It’s just-” you took a deep breath, “I’ve haven't used my powers in fear of hurting others that- that I never even cared about! I just acted like i cared cause- cause that was my job right? That’s what everyone said!” you flicked your hands at the glove, morphing it into the perfect size to fit your arm right in front of his eyes, “Now, I could explore its limits, its full power without being thrown into some tacky jail in the middle of nowhere,” You grinned, “Isn't that exciting?”

You began to take out each individual stone, keeping them floating by your ideas, your eyes flickering from each one to judge it like it was a beauty pageant.

Peter looked at you ridiculously, “No, it isn't,” he took a deep breath, “Y/n, this isn’t you,”

You chuckled, fitting the glove on your hand snuggly as you raised the six individual stones further in the air, spinning them around you, “On the contrary,” you moved the space stone to one of the slots, groaning as its power seeping into your body, “I think this is most i’ve felt like myself in a while!”

He watched in horror as you put each stone in its individual departments, your smile growing wider and wider with each one. Your body began to float off the floor, the light emitted almost blinding him at how bright it grew.

“You don’t have to do this Y/n!” Peter shouted desperately, grunting as he pulled on the chains keeping him locked to the floor, “God dammit Y/n! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

You ignored his pleas, his words void of anything to your ears. 

“I’m sorry Peter,” you whispered, turning back to look at him with red glowing eyes, “But the villains just have more fun,” you cackled, breath heavy as the power of all the stones surged through your veins, making them pop with colour, “And I’m about to have the time of my life,”

With that, a bright white light filled Peter’s eyes, knocking him back against the debris, taking him out cold on the floor.

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[ilajue]

dear ila,

HELLO!!! since when have you had little hearts around your name in the heading thingy :O anyways blah blah I was having a crisis about internet friends blah blah I got sentimental and emotional and i realized I havent talked to most of my mutuals in a while cause of school n stuff, and it would be nice to send you a normal ask, but theres no fun in that, so youre getting a letter :D

okay!! thank you for being one of the best people i've ever talked to :D youre one of the first people on tumblr I actually felt comfortable being myself around and in general I just really. enjoy being around you. I like how from the very first interaction we ever had you've just always been. you. youve been nice and you make me laugh and I appreciate you :D you n all of lemonblr made quarantine bearable and decent even just by talking to me and I just wanted to thank you for that :D (without you guys I dont think. I could've survived quarantine honestly. so uhh yea)

I hope you know that youre really cool :D n youre really funny :D n im not leaving or anything!! I just. wanted to tell you all that :] thanks <3

love,

milo

(p.s. I dont have that many things I wanna do when I move out n stuff! like a bucket list or anything. but I think the one thing that keeps me going is the thought that one day I might be able to meet you :D n give you a hug!! like a physical hug. was that creepy? I think it was. anyways, yea :D thanks)

Dear Milo

I had to add the hearts around my name because on desktop my theme is kinda broken jfkdkd I have to have a specific number of characters in each heading so that it doesnt get jumbled. I also have been missing a lot of my internet friends school and sports and family stuff and work have been kicking my ass and take up so much of my time 😔 I just got accepted into a very cool internship program where I get to do historical media analysis and learn critical race theory and travel and stuff like that but it's another crazy time commitment that I wont be able to use to draw and keep in touch with everybody ):

I am uno reversing your thank you! I was in vc with mello, cey and ender the other day and we realised that you where litterally the glue that put together lemonblr. I would have never gotten to know anyone if you hadnt been kind to me and engaged with me and I'm so grateful for you. you are so sweet and lovely and you make me want to love life and love humanity. I've never had any sort of online friends to this extent before but genuinly you and beyond that all my lemonblr friends are the reason I've gotten through the past year.

over quarantine, on top of obviously covid I had some very heavy family problems and mental health issues and while I am still dealing with and recovering from them, knowing that I had an escape in you and my other lemonblr friends made it survivable. like ik it sounds a bit pathetic but knowing I had people who cared was what made me be able to get out of bed and eat on some days. you have always been kind and genuine and I am so grateful to have met you. and one day I desperately want to give you a real actual hug like in person <33 (it's not creepy dw jgkdk) thank you for being my friend

love Ila

(ps yes one day I promise we will meet eachother in person and I will make you an apple pie)