#lego sure loves this dude

[nickelwick]

To no one’s surprise, Vincent Tong continues to hold an iron grip on lego media.

[amazingdeadfish]

DOES ANYONE UNDERSTAND MY VISION

I am calling for a Mr and Little Miss LMK au please I am begging/j

Mr Miserable and Mr Cheeky:

[seattlesellie]

hi angel i saw u say you wanted more fluffy ellie requests and i thought about maybe something along the lines of the cute pics she has of you two in her phone idk it’s just something i thought of u don’t have to write it if u don’t want to i just love ur blog and everything u write 💗💗💗💗🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

not about love ♡

pre-dating slightly loser college!ellie 🦕 incoming !! basically u go through ellies phone and find… something. part 1 of… maybe?

warnings: slightly mean ellie for a second, sexual tension, mentions of weed and alcohol.

part 2

Tic-Toc, the gentle sounds of the ancient clock in Ellie’s room filled the thick air. a gift from Joel. It was a warm, lazy afternoon. You almost fell asleep, almost. Her bed smelled like her, so did the ruffled, Nirvana t-shirt you were laying on. Everything in this room practically screamed Ellie. The scent, the sketches on the wall — of Dina, and Jesse, and you. Why did she have more sketches of you than anyone else? A dinosaur lego, a miniature solar system, obscure band posters, Oh! here’s the pin you gifted her once!, two pairs of mismatched socks, a random rock (“It’s from like, the moon” she said. It was from the local science museum.)

“El” you whined, receiving a gentle hum in response.

“I’m bored” you exclaimed with a heavy sigh. It's not as if she owed you any attention, she told you she had to study. For some reason, some odd reason nor you or her could put your finger on, you had to be there with her. “Well” you excused. “It’s not like I have anything better to do, right?” A lie. What about your project due Monday? Nevermind.

“Catch this” she exclaimed, tossing a serene light blue stress ball directly at your face.

“Ow!” you whined, yet again. If only you knew what those whines did to her.

“Sorry bro, gotta finish this fucking question. She said, flexing her sore hand. “Fuck this fucking Prof, seriously” She mumbled, clearly annoyed, clearly frustrated. Ellie had this thing, well, if you could even call something that she only had specifically with you a “Thing” — where she had to call you by those stupid names. “Dude” “Bro” “Jeez man!” just to see you squirm. Youd flinch ever so slightly, a fleeting reaction that betrayed a hint of offense flickering in your eyes. Every time you couldn’t help but pout, couldn’t help but look a little bit hurt, it did something to her. It wasn’t because she liked hurting you, God knows she didn’t. It would give her a glimmer of hope, of light. Shed journal about it, too;

“I called her Bro again. She looked really sad. Why does she get sad? I’m so fucking stupid. It’s probably because no one else calls her fucking bro, I’m literally delusional. Also had expired fucking Pizza. Worst day ever. Shit. Not that bad because she smiled at batted her eyelashes. God Ellie you need therapy.” YOURE A DUMBASS!!!!”

Half an hour had elapsed, brimming with Ellie muttering to herself under her breath. lighting a blunt, burning the blunt, passing it to you, begging you to give it back after 3 seconds.

You were pretty sure you had gone through every single app on your phone five times already. Stalking rando’s on Instagram, watching ASMR tiktoks, talking shit with Dina in the groupchat. How much more of this boredom could you take? My god, you were humming a stupid melody to yourself.

“Griiiind boy you know I grind when I pull-“

“Shh”

Did Ellie just shush you?!

“Excuse me?” You said.

“I’m trying to concentrate. Also what the fuck is a Fartulum?” Ellie retorted, withdrawing slightly and punctuating her frustration with stomps on the floor. God, she was too fucking cute.

“Can I play on your phone?” You questioned innocently. One more opening and closing the same App and you’d have lost your damn mind. You could practically see the Candy Crush candies popping inside of your brain every time you closed your eyes.

“No” she answered bluntly.

“Why? you scared I’ll find your nudes? Not gonna look- Swear on my li-“

You could hear her eye rolling, somehow.

“I dont have fucking nudes” she affirmed with a touch of exasperation.

“Someone else’s?” you said quietly. Your tone almost exposed you. Almost.

“Psh… no” Ellie said in return, just as quiet. Her tone almost exposed her, too.

Wish I had yours. Shut it, Ellie.

“Then let me go on your phone” You whined, got off the bed and almost slipped on one of her belts that laid on the floor. So messy, so, so Ellie.

She cast a sidelong glance at you, her eyes darting from the corner of her vision. Her grip on the pen was incredibly tight. It happened every time you got near, got too close to her. Whether it was clutching the strings of her hoodie, her knuckles turning white with tension, or her toes curling in a clenched stance. Shed never ever admit it to herself, cool, calm & collected, but fuck did you make her nervous.

You settled yourself on the chair beside her, causing her to divert every ounce of her attention back to her assignment, shifting it solely onto you. You. You. You.

She gazed directly into your eyes, and a peculiar warmth flooded your face. Its funny how even after being friends for all this time, making eye contact with her managed to stir something within you. She asked you about it once, mid fight. “You never even look at me when we talk!” she huffed. “Yes I do!” no you dont. “No you don’t!” and when your lips quivered, turning you in, she left it at that.

Ellie scratched the back of her neck, her arms flexing subtly with the motion. You gave her that look, the look that made her cheeks go bright pink, her hands clam up. She bit her lip. “Fine”. You won, flashing her a toothy smile she couldn’t help but grin at.

And there you were, with Ellie’s iPhone 5C (Yeah, she never got that buying a new iPhone every 2 years phenomenon) laying on Ellie’s bed, in Ellie’s room.

“Ew - Ellie what the fuck? why is your screen greasy?!” You squirmed, fingertips grazing over her slightly sticky screen. Is that fucking chicken nuggets residue?

“Shut up, dude. You asked me for my phone so deal with the consequences”

Dude.

You rolled your eyes, proceeded to wipe the screen of her phone with the corner of her cozy flannel bedsheet. Her phone was really warm. One more month and it would probably set on fire.

“Password?” You questioned, and shifted to lay on your stomach, your cheek caressing the pillow. It had a little auburn colored hair laying on top of it.

Ellie huffed and waited a second before she responded, contemplating again. It’s harmless, fuck it.

“2222”

“Okay, seriously - you could get hacked with that dumbass password”

“Pffft” Ellie huffed. “I’d fucking beat them up if they tried robbing me” she said, ever the brave.

“I’m not… talking about robbers, Ellie. Like, hackers?”

“Same thing”

“You cant beat up hackers they’re- Nevermind” you sighed.

2222.

If the room was classic Ellie, god, so was her phone. Default Apple background, because she truly couldn’t be bothered. iMessage, Instagram with four pictures on her feed; One of her arm slightly flexing her tat (who the fuck was the bitch who commented “damn” under there?), one of a stray cat wearing her grey beanie, a meme that says “Fuck sex. Let’s do something romantic like play Fireboy and Watergirl on CoolMathGames.Com” (God, she thought she was so funny for that one. 6 Likes, one from you, one from Jesse, the fake Instagram account you and Dina created for Joel, her ex Cat, and one from Dina and a spam bot). Next to the Instagram laid the NASA app (of course), Call Of Duty for iPhone (Made her sleep for only fifteen minutes one night), calculator, 9GAG (People still use that?!), and… her gallery.

You pursed your lips, contemplating the situation. Should you?after all, Ellie said; No nudes. So what could possibly be on there?

Of course.

You couldn't contain a soft giggle that escaped your lips, earning an inquisitive whine from Ellie. "What's so funny?" she grumbled, unable to resist her curiosity.

“Said you were studying, so study” You said, while scrolling through her gallery.

As you readjusted your position on the bed, you unintentionally swiped to the left, revealing her albums. Just harmless browsing, right?

“Screenshots”

“Funny memes”

“Pics to send Jesse when he’s being stupid”

“Dhhdjsjsou”

“Stink ❤️”

A picture of you, laying on the grass, a bright, toothy smile spread across your face. It was from your Instagram, the one you deleted because you thought you looked dumb. The one Ellie commented a for once unsarcastic “Woah” on.

The album was locked.

You felt your throat go dry, heartbeat speeding up. Your leg started shaking, and God, you hoped she would come and snatch the phone off of your hand.

But she didn’t. She just shifted in her sit, cleared her throat and resumed her studies.

You shouldn’t have. But you did.

2222

Unlocked. Success!

You felt like screaming at the top of your lungs. Was it even hotter in here now? Extra humid today? you bit your lip, it almost hurt.

A picture of you and Dina. A selfie you sent to the groupchat two weeks ago. Ellie doodled a green heart on it. You were sweating. A picture of you on Christmas last year. That same day you had your stupid fight on. You were wearing a Santa hat, mug of hot Coco and tiny white marshmallows in your hand.

Your stomach felt as if it were infested by a swarm of Ellie looking butterfly’s.

A picture of you sound asleep, in Ellie’s bed. She was mid-moving a hair strand away from your face. It was blurry. You recognized that top.

You were wasted that day. Blabbering uncontrollably about how you had to crash on her bed, because you were scared your new roommate would think you’re stupid, and dumb, and an idiot, for getting drunk at a frat party.

You couldn’t understand why Ellie didn’t want to help you. You almost kicked her when she said she couldn’t, that you’d be better off in your bed. “I snore. And I kick in my sleep - Seriously” You almost cried. You called her a bad friend, a fake one, because — isn’t that what friends are for? Shouldn’t they have your back when you’re a babbling mess? Hold your hair for you, put you to sleep, take care of you?

Ellie couldn’t sleep that night.

When you laid there, right on her bed, her face went so red and hot you could fry something on it. She almost hit herself in the face when her chest grazed your back. When your leg caressed her’s, and ended up on top of her thigh, she almost screamed. When you shifted to face her, an angelic, sound asleep expression on your face, she swore she almost died. The string of your top came off, revealing more of your shoulder, and the strap of your bra, Ellie turned around so fast she almost woke you up.

She slept for 20 minutes.

When she woke up, she had to make herself remember it. Remember you, laying with her.

So she took a picture. An innocent one.

You almost jumped when the pen fell slipped from her hand and she turned around to face you.

“What are you doing?”

Whats in her notes app?

♡

part two

[princessbrunette]

I feel like if one of the twins is having a tantrum and jj is like so overwhelmed, would he call reader to calm them down or would he not? - 🤙🏼

before i dive into this i want to say i decided on the twins names. going off my own headcanon (i don’t wanna hear it) that jj stands for jesse james, im gonna say the twins have names taking inspiration from other figures too. jj’s little brother is called billy, named after another cowboy billy the kid (much like jesse james.) jj usually calls him bill for short, depending on his mood. jj’s little sister is called liv, or olivia — based on olivia newton john. her mother loved grease when it came out so it felt right. jj often nicknames her olive ‘cos it makes her laugh.

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but yes, sometimes it does just get too much for jj. as soon as you pick up the phone, you hear the wailing of two children in the distance— and before you even greet your boyfriend he’s rambling down the phone at you.

“hey, hi — you picked up, okay so— y’know i really hate to ask this of you i mean really, you’re not a babysitter by any means n’i don’t want you to think i just keep you around for — whatever, the issue is— i’m goin’ insane. both of these kids are screamin’ and i’ve tried everything man i just can’t do it—”

“jj, slow down. do you want me to come over?”

“please? i mean i’m not one to beg but i will literally get on my knees right now dude i can’t do it.”

“okay! i’m coming, just hold tight okay?”

they were both in hysterics when you arrived. there were toys all over the floor, a pair of pants, some food too. you step through the mess and find them, rolling about — screaming the house down whilst jj tries to intervene.

it turns out, billy was the first to get upset— and billy being upset and loud made liv get all overstimulated which caused a whole kerfuffle. you separated them, taking a child each and calmed them before putting them down to have an afternoon nap— knowing jj would need the peace and quiet for a little. once you’ve entered their shared bedroom and checked on them, you tip toe out to find jj sat on the couch amongst the mess with his head in his hands.

“theyre out cold, exhausted themselves i think.” you smile softly, easing yourself down next to jj. he jolts, like he didn’t know you were there and sits up suddenly, trying to be subtle about the way he wipes his eyes and sniffs, huffing out a bashful laugh.

“yeah.” he chuckles, cheeks splotchy and pink. you exhale out your nose, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you rub his back. “sorry it’s just, ah— one of those days or whatever. m’not cut out for this, man.”

“s’okay, jayj. it’s hard raising two kids that aren’t even yours. i think you’re doing good.” you muse and he shakes himself off, not wanting to get too vulnerable as he stands up— surveying the mess.

“yeah, it’s whatever. i should probably clean up around here, looks like a bomb went off at the lego store.” he sniffs, averting his eyes as he twists his body to look around. you stand, moving infront of him and placing both hands on his chest.

“or… i clean up, and you also take a nap.” you grin, tilting your head sweetly in a way you knew would help convince him.

“tempting, buuuuut i can’t let you do that, young lady. this is my very humble abode n’i gotta take care of it. so if i could just—” he goes to move you aside but you dodge him, standing your ground with a grin.

“well, you’re my boyfriend and i gotta take care of you. so now what?” you challenge and he huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head as he whips his hat off his head— slightly vulnerable still.

“i’ll have you know, i’m meant to be taking care of you, girlie.” he pokes your waist and you giggle, trying to force him back on the couch.

“you’re difficult.”

“rude, you’re sexy.”

you bust into quiet laughter, careful not to wake the kids as you finally manage to wrestle him back down on the couch, straddling his lap to make sure he stays down. “hm, i like where this is going.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“its nap time. go to sleep.” you cover his eyes with your hands and he smirks, his lashes tickling your palms.

“effective method babe.”

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[theoceansluvr]

Llyod Garmadon x Reader

warnings; daddy issues and trauma.. it's llyod what do you expect? author's notes; by popular demand, aka one of my favorite ppl told me i should do it, my ninjago obsession !!! was gonna keep this to myself bc this is the nerdiest thing i will ever write on this blog but <9 kind of a mix of relationship hcs and regular old hcs

oooo he's so sweet i can't even describe it

doesn't really know how to do typical couple things i fear

mainly because he's scared that your either with him due to some ulterior motive or you'll get scared of him considering his past and father-

please please reassure this poor boy he's on the brink of a collapse from overthinking it

onto the normal, non sad headcanons !

biggest pillow fort building fan

most of you dates consist of sitting in one and watching really bad horror movies

oh and carmel popcorn !

if we're using the idea of him not being a lil Lego guy, he'd be one of those dudes with the BIGGEST Lego collection

(do i talk about Legos too much in my headcanons ???)

he will actually sit down and tell you about how long each of them took in full detail it's adorable

makes you a playlist every other day fr

i know that's more of a Cole thing but i like to think music is one of his ways to relax so he has some crazy good music taste

you guys have those frog build a bears or just any build a bear honestly

but he reminds me of the frog

you know those cute little Lego hearts ? you guys would have those

his is your favorite color and yours is green

he would totally walk you to class but would absolutely be nervous because he's not exactly the class favorite..

but you don't mind !

really creative when it comes to gifts and whatnot

like handmade cards and stuff like that

sort of went over dates already BUT

COMIC STORE DATES !!!

i will argue with nobody over this one either

probably a Marvel fan

would ironically like green latern though

doesn't really mind pda but absolutely isn't used to it

but in private he's the biggest cuddler

really, really likes when you play with his hair

i have zero explanation for this except for because i said so

based on art from one of my favorite artists on insta he would unironically wear those middle school boy minecraft fits

i love him dearly but the gods know he does

dyed his hair with koolaid once and it absolutely made him want to ACTUALLY dye it

likes when you read to him

it could be the most boring book on the planet and he'd know lay there and listen to you

knows how to play drums ???

definitely would teach you too

likes taking naps with you because he's chronically sleep deprived

fighting your dad and his henchmen doesn't come cheap im afraid

i could write about him for hours and hours but im sure people would get bored of that !!

all in all he's one of my favorite childhood crushes and i missed him so hard

[zebaji]

au where I mix up all of the Ninja's powers and backstories into a slushie mess and see what happens.

So far I have:

Wu gets bitten by the Great Devourer and becomes super manipulative and toxic, as he tries to make Ninjago perfect, neat, and orderly with the Golden weapons. (Think lord business from the lego movie) Too bad he refuses to use his Oni side to obtain four arms to use them together.

Garmadon still trains under Chen and practices the Dark arts, but understands the balance of good and evil, and is filled with guilt over the fact that Wu got bitten when it should have been him. Wu, who doesn't like that Garmadon leans into "evil" practices and banishes him to the underworld.

The Green Ninja is Morro, who is biologically Wu’s son. (yeah, you thought canon morro was bad, this morro is so much worse since he's literally the weapon in making Ninjago in Wu's image) His personality is pretty much the same as canon (perfectionist, obsessive, crazy) it's just that he is in fact the Green Ninja and Wu enables him a lot.

Before everyone figures out that Morro is the Green Ninja, they think it might be Kai, who is the brother of Maya and has the power of Wind. He's Morro's replacement in this au, in the sense that he is also desperate to become the Green Ninja by whatever means necessary, and Wu pits Morro and Kai in a rivalry to see who becomes the Green Ninja. And Morro, who cannot fail his father, becomes violent and kills Kai. Kai isn't great in this au either and ends up in the cursed realm and later becomes a ghost.

Misako sees how problematic Wu is and after Garmadon gets banished, she runs away with baby Lloyd and tries to take Morro too, but Wu freaks out and thinks she tried to kidnap Morro so that she could use the Green Ninja's power for her own gain and he kills her to "save Morro," and thinks he kills Lloyd too.

Lloyd's actually fine, and just grows up at Darkley's until he gets adopted by the Royal Family, much to his dismay, and becomes the Quiet One who is willing to punch a dude to get his dad back. Because he doesn't have his powers, he relies a lot on his dragon and Oni heritage.

Nya is the only child of Ray and Maya, and when they disappear, Chen finds and adopts her, and she becomes the sister of Skylor. Despite having the element of fire, she relies heavily on mechs, and loves to invent, letting her sister use her powers while she designs Chen’s button chair.

Pixal is Ninja of Ice and still was created by Cyrus Borg, so Zane is still in the Birchwood Forest, forgotten and stuck there until Lloyd finds him and offers him a place in the cult group he’s starting.

Cole's dad dies, and while he tries to honor his dad's dancing legacy, he still inherits his powers and is forced to become a ninja. He's still a popular entertainer and pretty well known in Ninjago as such, and he really doesn't want to be a Ninja full-time and is only doing it because he's scared of what Wu will do to his loved ones. I do not know what power he should get and I am open to ideas.

Jay was raised as Cliff Gordon's son and so he's wealthy but he is also extremely talented in robotics. He and Cyrus Borg collaborate a lot and is best friends with Pixal. He does not have powers and tries to help Cole get out of the team. Honestly, I have no idea about Jay either.

Harumi releases the Serpentine after her parent sends her to a boarding school and forget about her. She does not want to be forgotten, and in a rage over it, discovers she can control Lightning.

Morro finds her and takes her in, reassuring her that there is a place for her on his team.

The team consists of Morro, Ash, Cole, Pixal, and now Harumi, all trained under Wu.

And then Lord Garmadon crawls out of the Underworld, eyes glowing purple and with four arms, demanding to see his son, and everyone starts to panic because they are pretty sure Lloyd is dead.

[icarus-suraki]

Bleep bloop, bleep bloop!! [Not Really] New Conspiracy Theory Alert!!

A number of TikTok kids have decided that the AG/GATE (Academically GIfted/Gifted and Talented Education) program in elementary school was aaaaactually a government screening program for viable MKULTRA candidates.

Questions/speculations from believers include:

"Do you remember much about what you did in the GATE program? Was the classroom in a separate trailer with the windows all covered? Did you go on these weird field trips to, like, government offices? Did you do things with these weird computer programs? Were you given tests and puzzles to solve? Did you have to put on these big over-ear headphones and listen to these weird tones and say what you heard in them???"

I suspect this will tie (or already has tied) into the "targeted individuals" conspiracy theories and the "Monarch Project" conspiracy theories (that one involves reincarnation, time travel, and fighting aliens on Mars!).

Gang, I was in the AG program in elementary school in the early-mid 90s and, believe me, I remember it. It was in a trailer classroom, sure, but that was because all the "regular" classrooms were taken up by, you know, regular classes.

And the whole idea behind the program was to keep the kids who tested out of their grade level in certain subjects occupied while the rest of the class proceeded at the typical pace. So the handful of us who tested out went to the AG trailer and mostly played Legos and Othello or did lateral thinking puzzles. We did some introduction to algebra (which I recall frustrated the hell out of me because language was definitely more my strength). We did some computer programming with the Logo language (the turtle program), as I recall, and once we each created an imaginary country with a government, culture, map... And the teacher had a bunch of these absolutely hideous puppet toys called Boglins that we absolutely loved and we'd sit there, doing whatever activity, with these monstrous things on our lap, like latex rubber pets. (Their eyes would bling with these switches inside their heads, which was the best ever. Wink, wink, wink. I linked to a picture of the blue one because that was my favorite.)

As for the "big over-ear headphones" and "weird tones," my dudes, that was a hearing test with an audiometer. Source: my mother is an audiologist (and speech-language pathologist) and she'd get my brother and me to check her audiometer from time to time. I am very familiar with those tones and, bonus, I have really sensitive hearing. Hearing tests are administered to children in public schools the same way vision tests are administered: once a year for the first few years of school to check for physical issues that may impact learning. There's zero suspicious stuff going on there.

There's no MKULTRA screening, no weird stuff, no suspicious actions, no "targeting," none of it. The program was intended as enrichment for students who would very likely be at loose ends in class otherwise.

Anyway, tl;dr: the "gifted kids" were already regarded as special; there's no need to super special yourselves. Just accept the "gifted kid burnout" and try to live with it.

[spdrwdw]

I saw your request open and I was wondering if you could do a Lego date with Miguel❤️ lol just imagining him being so focused on the Lego flower sets he's making for his girl and he looks so adorable omfg🤭🫶

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Anyways I love your AI Bots and fics I'm obsessed 😭🫶

Aww, thank you so much!! 😊 I do appreciate it! This one came out as a drabble but, I do hope you enjoy it!

Art by momosfroggies

Warnings: None. Just pure fluff. No use of y/n

Summary: You and Miguel go out on a date and decide to make Lego sets together.

word count: 755

Masterlist

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You and Miguel walked hand-in-hand as you entered the Lego store. The two of you were on a much needed date night after months of endless work and Miguel being busy at HQ. He needed to spoil his girl. 

“Pick out anything you want, muñeca. Don’t worry about the price,” he assured you, letting go of your hand so you could browse. Of course, Miguel could afford practically anything you requested, but that didn’t mean to always go with the most expensive item. You tried to go somewhere in the middle. If you grab the cheapest thing he would lightly scold you and tell you to pick something better. If you picked a more expensive item, you’d feel guilty. 

“Okay,” you smiled as you went along, looking at the sets that grabbed your attention. From Disney to Marvel and Star Wars and to Harry Potter, the options were endless. You just didn’t know what to pick!

Eventually, you decided on a Disney piece. It was pretty decent price wise, and it was honestly really nice. You knew you’d be working on it for hours. 

“Okay! I picked mine out,” you said as you skipped back over to Miguel, showing him what you picked out. 

“Cute!” Miguel grinned over at you, noticing the excitement on your face. 

Miguel picked out one of the flower sets. The grandest and most expensive one they had. 

“What? You’re going to do that one, cariño?” You questioned, raising a brow. You were sure he’d pick out a Star Wars set like the Millennium Falcon. Something really time consuming. Perhaps you could get it for him for his birthday or anniversary? 

“Yeah! I think it would be a nice piece to put somewhere,” he shrugged. Taking both of your items, Miguel made his way to the register to pay. 

After mingling around for a bit, you both returned home, immediately starting to assemble your new Legos. 

You and Miguel both sat on the living room floor, spread out. Every now and then, you’d glance over at Miguel, noticing just how focused he was with his new little project. They way his brows furrowed together, his nose scrunched, and had his tongue poking out just slightly. 

Absolutely adorable. 

“Miguel?” You then called out softly after a moment, trying to get his attention. Nothing. 

You called out his name again. Still no response. He was just too engrossed with his work. 

One thing about Miguel was when he started on something, anything, he would not stop until it was completed. Like that one time he renovated the bathroom. Dude did not eat or sleep until everything was finished and ready. 

Or when he built the Spiders’ HQ. You were worried to the bone about him during those months when he was away. If you didn’t go to him with food or force him home to get some rest and a shower, he would’ve gone without. The man is simply too dedicated. 

Of course, it is pretty beneficial when you two are in bed. He’s got a sex drive that would put an incubus to shame. Would not finish until he is completely spent to the point he ends up passing out on top of you. 

“Miggy?” You tried once more, finally earning a ‘hmm’ from him. Scooting closer to him, you rested your head against his shoulder, noticing how quickly he progressed with his bouquet. 

“It looks lovely,” you commented, turning your head slightly to press your lips to his shoulder. You could see his lips twitching up into a smile. 

“Not as lovely as you, mi alma,” he then said, looking over at you with a twinkle in his eye. He lifted his head up slightly and gave you a kiss to the forehead before pecking you on the lips. 

“How’s yours going?” He then asked, turning slightly to see how much you progressed with your Lego set. 

“Eh, not as far as you. I may need some help,” you replied meekly, hiding your embarrassment by hiding your face against his shoulder. Miguel simply chuckled and kissed the top of your head. 

“Okay, let me finish this one and I’ll help you with yours,” he told you, going back to his bouquet. 

“Thank you, baby,” you smiled, watching him as he refocused on his work. 

Miguel was such a protectionist that it was absolutely adorable at times, yet also a bit concerning. Still, you loved him for it. And you also couldn’t ask for a better date with your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

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[buckys-little-belle]

🌼 Steve Rogers with a little who’s a boy who doesn’t like super hero’s so he doesn’t know who Steve is and Steve just thinks thats so cute? And they hit it off at the park or something sweet like that? I really love Steve and Bug but I like Lego more than science things and super hero’s so maybe he also likes legos? If that’s okay? Thank you 🌼

Legos, Littles, and Lots of giggles.

Steve Rogers X Little!Reader (He/Him Pronouns used)

Warnings - Talks about Steve only ever being sought out because of his name, mentions of stuck lego bricks (The worst)

Notes - I really loved writing this! I hope you like it! Thank you so much for your request!!! <3 Also this is short! I'm sorry!

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The past week had been cloudy, rain popping up from time to time, so when the sun finally came out to play Y/n made his way to the park. Sat on his big yellow blanket, legos scattered around, a half made treehouse created as the wind blew past.

Steve too had taken advantage of the sunny weather, a casual outfit and a ballcap on as he walked through the park, soaking up the warm air and bright sunshine.

"Can you help me? Please?" A soft asked from Steve's left. Turning to see who needed his help he wasn't expecting to see someone holding up two pieces of blocks stuck together, a frown on his face.

"Sure, Buddie. What do you need me to do?" He questioned, feeling uncertain about the situation, knowing that many people asked him seemingly easy questions to lower his radar just to bombard the super solider later.

"There stuck together." The boy pouted, his eyebrows pulled together, sadness dripping from his features. "I tried to undo 'em bu' I couldn't." He shrugged his shoulders, fiddling with some of the other blocks before checking back in on Steve.

"Here." Steve handed the two blocks back, this time unstuck. "What are you building?" Steve asked, crouching down to get closer to the action, blocks strewn about in loose colour groupings.

"'m making a treehouse!" The boy shouted, smiling big. "It's gonna be really tall and big!" He giggled, placing the two un-stuck blocks on different sections.

"Can I help?" Steve asked, instantly enamored with the boy who sat in front of him. Happy to be treated like some random dude off the street, needed for nothing but a block fix and small chat.

"You can't help me, I have a vision." Y/n said shyly. "But you can build your own?" He offered, hoping that the big guy with a nice smile and good block fixing hands would stick around a little longer.

"Sounds good to me." Steve laughed, laying half on the blanket and half on the grass. "Just let me know if I steal a piece you need, okay?"

"'kay." Y/n pushed a few piles of legos towards the man, letting him pick from his discard piles. "'m Y/n." He said, focused on his legos.

"I'm Steve." Steve said, focused on Y/n, legos long forgotten.

"Dat's a nice name." Y/n nodded, clicking blocks together.

"My last name is Rogers." Steve added. "Steve Rogers." He was waiting for some sort of recognition, a sharp inhale of breath, something that would show Y/n knew who he was.

"Oh!" Y/n looked to him. "Like Mr Rogers tv show? It's a good last name, he's fun." Steve had no idea who this Mr Rogers was, but he was glad to have found someone who liked his company instead of his fame.

"Sure, Buddie. Like Mr Rogers." He shook his head, trying his best to get his few blocks to resemble a treehouse as Y/n effortlessly created a masterpiece. The two of them stayed there for hours, chatting, giggling, and building a bunch of treehouses.

[anyamaris]

The Trouble With Roommates

Word Count- 2000+

Genre-Roomates to Lovers au/Smut

Pairing- Roommate!Seonghwa x F!reader

Summary-Cleaning dynamic takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings-MDNI 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (very bad, don't do it), etc. NSFW below line.

A/N-Updating this with a new header from the lovely @kwanisms since it's been so very long. Thank you KikiBooBear!

This was my first Hwa one shot and I still love it and how silly it is.

Thank you @cafekitsune for the banners!

Tags: @cultofdionysusnet @ksmutsociety @shinestarhwaa @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @woosanbby @yoonguurt

"Y/n!!" You hear your name being called and you sigh, pulling off your headset. Should have gotten noise cancelling, you think and lean back in your chair.

"Y/n!" You hear again and the voice is coming closer. Damnit, you think, I'll have to finish this later. You'd been having writers block lately and you'd FINALLY been able to get some inspiration from a really heavy music listening session and some brainstorming.

"Whhhhaaaat?!" you yell back, then your door is being opened and you spin around to look at your roommate. Seonghwa's face is cloudy and he's frowning. Great, what did I do this time? you wonder.

He looks as irritated as you feel as he sighs and holds up some random Lego. "Did you knock this off the set I was building?" You glance and it and try to remember. "Oh yeah, sorry, I was dusting and fell over, I tried to fix it but you know better about that stuff so I left it on your desk." You say, going to turn back around in your chair.

You feel it being turned back around and he's glaring down at you. "Why were you in my room?" He asks, fuming. What the actual hell, you think. "Dude, you're the one who's all like, make sure you dust blah blah. I clean a lot and I was just doing you a favor. Why are you so mad?" You frown back at him, and wonder why he's so moody.

Seonghwa was normally a very quiet, clean, polite roommate. He only got upset at random, strange things and you could never predict it. Always something with going in his room, even though he had no issues coming into yours to clean.

Frustrated over the double standard, you huff at him. "Just...I worked hard on building this, so ...." he say. You pull your headset off and grab it from his hand, walking out of your room, making your way to his. "Fine, I'll fix it. Jeez, it's not like you can actually BREAK Legos. I've built plenty in my life. Also, I definitely didn't lose any pieces."

As you make your way into his room, he's running to catch up behind you. "Wait! No, don't, it's fine!" He says, coming in behind you. You walk over and find the setup the part belonged to and look it over.

"STOP!" He yells from right behind you, and tries to grab the Lego out of your hand. You turn around and he's right in front of you. "What is the issue? I don't know why you're so upset...you're mad at me for ruining it, so I'll fix it!" He reaches for it but ...for some reason, you're so frustrated at him, you hide it behind your back.

"What...what the fuck, Y/n, give it to me." He frowns down at you and you smirk up at him, suddenly feeling the urge to tease him. "No." You state and he's trying to reach behind you now. His arms are going around you and you're both struggling, then you turn around so you can use your body as a shield. He wraps both arms around you and is trying to get it out of your hands now and suddenly you're breathing heavier.

Was his body always this long and lean?? As he's struggling with you, you're all of a sudden aware of a very hard object pressing against your lower back. Gasping, you wiggle a bit more and it jerks. Woah....is he getting hard from this? You think, feeling even more emboldened to tease him more.

"Oh my god, stop moving. Just..." he gasps and you can't help but giggle. "Hwa....are you...?" "NO!" he yells and pushes you away. Turning to see him, you take in his panting, his red face, and the obvious bulge in his lounge pants. You raise an eyebrow at him and smirk.

"Is it me or the Legos that have you...erect?" You can't help but say and burst out laughing. His face clouds over and you think, maybe you've pushed too much. "That's it, I'm going to rip down your stupid Kpop idol wall, see how you like it!" He yells at you and he's gone in a second, moving towards your room.

No longer in the teasing mood, cause how DARE he mess with your idols, you yell "YAH!" and you're running after him. Now he's the one smirking as you run into your room and he's holding your Baekhyun pillow, reaching for one of your sacred shelves with all your albums and lightsticks.

"Noooo!!!" You scream and launch yourself at him, grabbing the pillow and there's a brief spat where you're trying to grab the pillow but it's tough as he's so much taller than you. The struggling ends with you being on top of him on your bed. "Don't you touch them!" You're panting down at him and he's smiling up at you. "Doesn't feel very good, does it?!" He laughs in your face and you just barely resist the urge to headbutt him. You grab the pillow from his hands, then despite your better judgement, you adjust both of your legs so you're straddling him and you're rewarded by the look on his face going from triumph to shock.

"Y/n...!" He gasps and you grab both of his arms, pinning them above his head. "No, that didn't feel very good....but this does." You say, leaning closer to his face and grind your hips slowly against his, rubbing yourself against his now rock hard cock. "Oh...god...Y/n....what...are you d-d-doing...?" He manages and his eyes roll back. "I have... no idea....Hwa....but...." You gasp out, suddenly feeling a wave of heat go over your body and it really does feel good.

Shit...you think...I definitely went too far. But your body and your brain are competing as you lean down to press your whole body on top of his. His eyes flash open and he's raising his head to meet your lips. In shock, you release his hands and they immediately drop down to cup your ass, rolling your hips against him as he lifts himself against you. Opening your mouth to him, his tongue is rolling against yours in a dance, leaving you breathless.

Holy fuck, this man can kiss, you think and then all thoughts are escaping you as your body is flipped and he's the one pinning you down. "So, you like teasing me, huh?" He growls down at you, his dark eyes clouded with lust and his dark hair falling forward. Oh my god...was he always this fucking hot? you think momentarily and then he's dropping down to bring his mouth to yours again, then trailing his lips down your neck. "I don't like this shirt" He whispers against your skin and before you can answer, he's yanking it off of you. His hand slides under the cup of your bra and he's squeezing your nipple, his mouth still on your neck, his hips moving slowly against you.

"Hwa....Hwa...what..." You murmur and he's nipping your neck as you bring one hand up into his hair to tug lightly. The other is pulling at his shirt and he leans up briefly so you can pull it off. You both pause momentarily, you looking at his half naked form, him looking at yours before you both reach for each other again for a deep kiss. His hand slides underneath you to cup your ass and lift you a little into him, while yours are in his hair and running your nails lightly down his back.

"I need you, Y/n.." he moans against your neck, kissing down your body and you're just nodding like a moron, writhing around under his mouth and tongue as he flicks and kisses and nips his way ever downwards. Then his hands are pulling down your pajama shorts and underwear all in one motion. You lift your legs to let him pull them off all the way and before his head can continue kissing downwards, you stop him. "You too...." you manage, wanting to see him more than anything right now. He nods, his mouth open, panting as he stands up briefly to remove the rest of his clothing. You have a moment to take in his long, lean masculine body, his cock prominent and dripping from just touching you and your hips jerk upwards involuntarily.

"Y/n...you're so fucking sexy, I want....." Seonghwa groans and then he is grasping both of your legs, pulling you forward a little bit and he's kissing your stomach, down to your hips. "...taste you.." he mutters against your skin then your hips are lifting once more as he drags his tongue down between the sensitive area between your legs, stopping briefly then flicking his tongue out against your clit, once then twice. You muffle a scream with your hand as you look down at him. His hands are grasping your inner thighs and he's looking up at you. Smiling, his eyes locked on yours, he flicks his tongue once more and you cover another moan. "Mmmm...so wet...Y/n, don't cover your mouth. I want to hear you." He says softly, his breath against you and then he's moving his hand to slide a finger against your folds and drawing his tongue along your clit, back and forth.

Letting go, you grab the sheets around you and let out an animalistic howl. His finger slides inside of you as you moan his name over and over, and he sucks gently on you, making your insides spasm.

"Hwa Hwa Hwa HWAAA.......fuck me......" You're gasping, not being able to handle all the sensory overload. You feel his breath as he laughs softly against you and he looks up at you. "Hmm? Tell me...tell me what you want..." "FUCK ME!" you yell and throw your head back as he slides his finger out of you and crawls up your body.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you so fucking hard, Y/n......." he growls and his face is in your neck, his one hand in your hair and his other guiding his rigid cock against your opening. Your legs wrap around him as he slowly sinks his length into your tightness, almost pulling him in.

"Yes...oh my god, yes....Hwa..." You manage and he's moaning against your neck now, finally buried all the way inside you. "So tight..." He's gasping and then pulls back briefly before he's pistoning his hips forward again, slamming back into you. "Oh god!" He moans and then he's panting and groaning loudly as his hips pick up a rhythm, fucking you slowly at first, then picking up the pace gradually.

"Say my name, Y/n. Say it..." He's whispering in your ear now and you're moaning it out at his command. "Seonghwa! Seonghwa...you feel so good, oh my god!" His mouth meets yours again and you grab his hair, his hand in yours as the pace quickens even more, moaning into each others mouths, your screams breathed in by him.

Finally, you can feel the growing tension in the pit of your stomach climbing up, feeling like something inside of you is going to break as your back starts arching off the bed.

"HWA!! HWA.....I'm so close I'm going to......fuck please make me come...." You're screaming and he's looking down at you, sweat dripping, his eyes frantic with need. "Come for me, come around my cock, baby." He's panting and you run your nails down his back. "Cum inside of me, Seonghwa! CUM CUM WITH ME!" You're screaming and he lets out his own scream as everything explodes inside of your head and body.

He's moaning your name as his body comes down on top of you, holding you, his body jerking and spasming as you feel him fill you up, deep inside. Your legs are locked around his waist as he rides his orgasm out. Then....breathing out your legs collapse to either side and you both slowly relax.

"Fuck." He says against your neck. "mmm...yeah. Fuck." You murmur back and then you're both laughing softly.

He brings his head back to look down at you and you lean up to give him a quick kiss.

"I'm totally fucking with your Legos from now on."

[distortionbobble]

"do you ever shut up" no... and nobody asked for this but i'm thinking about situationship!anakin right now. minors dni. fic has no warnings rn . might expand this one. modern au.

see the thing is, if any of your friends had gotten into this, you would have done a whooole extraction mission to get them out of it. a situtaionship? with that fine-as-fuck man? pretty wavy brown hair and that stupid fucking smile... baby your eyes look like the ocean i'm not arguing with you...

you found him on hinge during one of your dry-spells. the first thing you noticed was how pretty this man is. his profile featured pictures of him hanging out of the window of his car, gravity pulling his hair down as he flashed the camera a prize winning smile. another picture inside a restaurant, just a hint of manicured nails in the corner of the photo.. taken by an ex-girlfriend, maybe? you hum, and scroll down to see the rest of his profile.

"anakin, 22... figuring out my dating goals," you murmur to yourself, munching on your popcorn. okay, figuring out dating goals, that means... means what? a situationship? fuck, do you even have that in you? you're ready to x him out but something makes you wanna look at that face just one more time. fuck, he's pretty.

before your better judgement can stop you you're typing out a quick response to his prompts. green flags i look for are... good at legos. okay, that's cute, right? maybe he doesn't know what his dating goals are because it's kind of intense to be like, i want a long term relationship. that is a lot of pressure. you respond by sending him the lego flowers bouquet that's sitting on your coffee table (yes, your ex gifted it to you. no, that doesn't matter to you. what he doesn't know won't kill him. besides, it was a good present).

does this count? you respond, tossing your phone to the side to focus on Love Island playing on the TV, not expecting a response from anakin for at least a couple days. which is why you're almost shocked when the screen lights up with a notification from hinge.

anakin: yeah, looks pretty good to me ahaha

anakin: sent an image

anakin: rate the set up?

you open it with curiosity and a little bubbly feeling in your chest-- a cute boy matched with you, you're pretty sure it's well within your rights to be a little excited. it's a rather impressive set up of a few different lego sets, all built meticulously. you spot a few that are difficult to get your hands on, and think for a second on how to respond to him.

you: do i spot the indiana jones temple escape set?

anakin: oh my god yes that's my favorite set lmao, took ages to get it

you: dude that's so lucky

you stare at the screen, biting your lip. fuck, this is such a dry-ass conversation, it'll probably die out anyways so you don't bother sending a follow-up

anakin: honestly pretty lucky in general w all my sets. i've got a coupe unopened ones if you wanted to hang out and do them w me sometime tho? might be fun.

oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. okay, be cool about this. wait, is this code for a hookup? okay, hang out and do them with him = y'all fuck after the legos? or before? you're confused. but like, legos sounds like a fun time.

you: sounds like a good time. does friday work? we could pick up some takeout from this place on jefferson ave, if you're down

anakin: down for friday. but i was thinkin i could make you somethin? i can make a mean miso soup, if you're down.

you: seeya friday, then :)

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you brought chocolates. to his apartment. and after you knocked on the door, you're thinking maybe this wasnt such a good idea, after all. the chocolates, and the being here in the first place.

but anakin opens the door, and his apartment smells so good, and he's got a set of space post card lego sets already open with the accompanying instruction booklet next to him.

"hi," you smile up at him, a wave of shyness washing over you as you look at him. how are people allowed to be this pretty? it's like the camera didnt do him justice, because he's at least 20x more attractive in person.

"hey. it's nice to meet you," anakin responds with a grin of his own. "d'you wanna come on in? i've just put some of the veggies into the stock. got some tofu and stuff, bok choy, it'll be good," he says, shutting the door behind you as you enter his apartment.

"nice place," you say, looking around quickly before you take off your coat and shoes.

things flow easily between you too. he tells you about his day, his job, asks you about yours, asks you about your favorite movies. you ask him about his lego sets, his decorations, his favorite music, how he learned to get so good at cooking (the soup is fucking delicious). he puts on a grateful dead song on his speakers as you work on the sets, laughing when he asks you to separate two legos that are stuck together with the nails that you have ("don't you have one of those lego-separating tools?" "those. are for pussies.").

the sets come together what feels like too quickly. you almost wanna tear it apart so that you can have an excuse to just stay for a little longer, but it doesn't seem like anakin is eager to kick you out either.

but it's late, and you should go. as you head out for the door, you feel your eyes drifting to his lips-- his pretty bottom lip, plush and rosy and you wanna sink your teeth into it-- and you know he notices too. he doesn't say anything. is a first date too early to kiss?

"well," you say, lingering at the door. "i, uh, had a good time tonight."

"me too," anakin says, equally as awkward. he leans in just a little, so that his face isn't so far, so that you don't need to look up so much.

well, that's it. no invite to a next hangout. you try not to let your face fall as you wish him goodnight and thank him for the miso soup.

you've only made it out of his apartment complex when your phone lights up with a message.

anakin: d'you wanna do smthn next week?

you smile.

[demonichunny]

Sweet Baby Phen!!! ^^

So I got Phen a while ago from the amazing @perennimal who has made such adorable adopts for any fandom, and I love him so much! I like to think he's a monkey/dragon hybrid but I call him my Sea Monkey ^^

His name is supposed to sound like the word "Fin" and he's just a simple fisherman who catches stuff to sell at market ^^ His bandage wraps were from a fight a long time ago so he had a scar there which he keeps wrapped up as he is self conscious about it.

I plan on drawing him as a Lego dude soon, but I want to make sure I take my time as his colors are so beautiful ^^ Until then, enjoy this happy boi ^^

[lexithwrites]

What’s some James Potter head cannons THAG you have?

Also hope ur having a good day!!!

thank you lovie! hope you've had a good day too! i love james potter ugh my darling boy okay:

i know people hate him as a himbo but idc, i love himbo james. he's still smart, but to me he's more socially smart, like he knows how to flirt and he's great at making friends, gaining peoples trust, building their confidence etc, but academically he's kinda average, if he studies more he does a lot better. plus that man is a JOCK he just wants to play sport all day

he's a romantic through and through he'll buy flowers, take notes on EVERYTHING that his partner likes, their favourite music, favourite food etc. and i love james being a good cook too, his parents taught him well, so he's a party host too

i feel like he's a dog and a cat person, i think he just loves animals in general

he's also such a fucking nerd to me he loves star wars, spiderman, dnd, he'll know random sport facts and everything about the team he supports and he has random movie posters on his wall

speaking of dnd my man is a human fighter player until he one day randomly plays like a tiefling sorcerer and starts to branch out with his characters lmao

he also loooooves lego, it helps with his adhd and gives him something productive to do

muggle au james is a graphic designer to me, or some sort of sports coach at a school, he suits the aesthetic

james was the first of his friends to drive, then sirius, then peter and remus doesnt drive lmao

he has the best relationship with his parents

he's an early morning runner, he'll go on a run before work, get a coffee and some breakfast then come home and shower and sit in his office doing design work before taking a break and seeing sirius, remus and peter for lunch at whatever cafe they love going to

he loves ABBA so much dude omg

he's a gym and protein shake guy and his instagram is filled with random aesthetic videos of his day going to do his workouts then making a healthy dinner and sirius teases him in the comments but always likes them and shares them

if he played a musical instrument i feel like he could be a drummer or a guitarist, i also have a lil headcanon that he cant sing lmao he's just slightly out of tune

he's the friend that even when he gets drunk he's making sure everyone is okay and having fun and staying safe and he'll always get them food and water if its available

he gives his friends lifts and refuses to take petrol money, he'll drive them anywhere if he's free

he LOVES the beach my man is a summer lover and he wants to sunbathe and swim and play volleyball on the sand every day, winter is like his sleepy, hibernation period

his favourite flower is a sunflower

he has broken so many glasses over the years omg and he hates touching his eyes so he never gets contacts either

[panandinpain0]

Yo so like, r u ok writing for Peter Parker?? If so, could you write a Peter x Male Reader where the reader is both a charmer and peter’s ultimate hype man (sorry Ned). Around prom season, Peter asks the reader for help to ask his crush to the prom, and the reader is sadge bc he thinks it’s MJ. Slight chaos and maybe some nervous gay boy stuff ensues??

Roses

Yes, I'd love to write for Peter Parker! (And because you brought up Ned I'm assuming it's Tom Holland's Peter.)

Also, I'm in love with this prompt <3

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Requested by: Anon

Peter Parker x Male!Reader

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Peter was at his locker, talking to Ned about his Lego death star, when (Y/N) approached his locker. Peter closed it and raised his eyebrows at (Y/N), while Ned jumped in shock (neither had seen him approach but Peter's spidey-senses- or should I say "Peter-Tingles"- came in handy).

"Are you guys planning a Star Wars marathon without me?" (Y/N)'s jaw dropped with a betrayed look on his face, hand to his heart. "What happened to the brotherhood?"

Ned snorted and Peter laughed, turning to walk down the hallway.

"We were gonna' invite you anyways, (Y/N), we always do," Ned reassured, giving in to his teasing.

"Good. So, whaddya' say, Pete? Star Wars at your house this Friday?" (Y/N) asked, putting his hand on Peter's shoulder and smiling at him as they walked.

Clearing his throat quietly, Peter nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

"It's a good thing too, because I need help studying for this chem test coming up, and I was wondering if you'd help me?" (Y/N) asked him, hand still on his shoulder.

In truth, (Y/N) was barely getting by in chemistry for a reason. It's not that he wasn't smart enough or that he wasn't putting in the work- it was that he was sat next to Peter and couldn't stop looking at him. Trying to goof off with him in class was one of (Y/N)'s favorite pastimes, and what got them in trouble the most.

This gave him an excuse to beg Peter desperately for help with his homework, therefore getting to spend more time with him. It was a solid plan in his mind.

"For sure! Studying and then Star Wars, sounds like the perfect Friday," Peter said back, always too nice (or too love-struck) to say no to (Y/N).

Ned looked between them, realizing they were doing the smiling-at-each-other-for-too-long thing, and coughed to get their attention.

(Y/N) and Peter both looked over at him and Ned smiled, "So, got any dates to prom yet?" It was meant to be a joke, the three of them in the "nerd" clique, even though realistically they were all very attractive and much more than just nerds. (Considering one of them was the web-slinging super hero, they were much more than just smart.)

"Nope," (Y/N) and Peter said in unison, laughing together.

"What about you, Ned?" (Y/N) asked back, and Ned shook his head like it was a joke he was even asking.

"Who'd wanna go out with me?" Ned asked a bit glumly, thinking he was the unattractive one in their friend group.

"Well, I have an idea." (Y/N) winked at him and pointed down the hallway. A girl named Darla, who they'd gone to school with since elementary, noticed she'd been caught staring and blushed, turning back to her locker quickly.

Ned stuttered for a minute, his face heating up. "No, she must've been looking at one of you-"

"Dude, she's been in love with you since the eighth grade!" (Y/N) insisted, moving between Peter and Ned and throwing his arm over Ned's shoulder. "I bet you twenty bucks that if you ask her out she'll say yes."

Shaking his head in doubt, Ned stuttered again, before giving up.

"She'll probably be asked out by the captain of the football team or something- that's always what happens with the cheerleaders."

"Oh, come on buddy. You've got a chance, you're the only one that doesn't see it," Peter insisted.

"She knows me because I help her with her calculus homework..."

"Just try. If not, what's the worse that can happen?" (Y/N) asked nonchalantly.

"I'll get humiliated."

"Or she could say yes," Peter countered.

"Fine, I'll do it if you guys leave me alone about it."

"That's all I ask." (Y/N) held his hands up in surrender. Then he turned to Peter and they fist bumped.

Once they got outside Ned split off, going his own way home while (Y/N) pulled out his skateboard. Happy waved from the limousine at Peter, letting him know that he was here to take him to Tony.

(Y/N) let out a low whistle, looking at the limo. "Nice ride, Parker. Perks from the internship?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, Mr. Stark sends Happy to pick me up when its more urgent." Technically it wasn't a full lie, he'd usually only get picked up by Happy if it involved emergencies.

"Well, drive safe. Text me if you need anything, or just if you're bored." (Y/N) pulled Peter into a hug, patting his back and putting down his skateboard.

"See you tomorrow!" Peter patting him back before watching him skate off, looking back to Happy. As he approached the door opened, and his jaw dropped as he saw Tony.

"Was that your boyfriend?" he teased, glasses at the end of his nose.

"Oh! Mr. Stark, I didn't know-"

"Hop in kid, we've got places to be."

...

Knocking on the Parker's apartment door, (Y/N) played with the colorful box in his hands.

May opened it, smiling when she saw who it was.

"(Y/N)! It's such a pleasure to have you, Ned and Peter are in Peter's room." May pulled him into a hug and (Y/N) returned it, smiling at the comfort he got every time he was welcomed into their home.

"Thanks, May. Here, my mom made you those cupcakes you like." He held out the box and May gasped, her smile getting brighter.

"Oh, that woman..." she shook her head in amusement. "Tell her thanks! Now I've got to make her that pasta she likes so much."

(Y/N) laughed and patted May's shoulder before making his way to Peter's room.

"Happy Friday boys!" (Y/N) announced as he walked into his room.

"You said that this morning," Ned commented laughing as (Y/N) slung his backpack to the floor.

"No, this morning I said 'It's Friday'. This time it's happy," (Y/N) corrected with a smirk, sitting down on the floor with Peter and Ned.

"Don't forget, it's not just Star Wars it's also studying," Peter reminded with a laugh, pulling his books out of his backpack.

(Y/N) let out a dramatic groan, clearly joking, because he didn't mind what he did as long as he got to hang out with his friends (especially Peter).

About half an hour into studying, Ned left to use the bathroom and Peter and (Y/N) started talking.

"You've asked people out before, right (Y/N)?"

"Yeah, why? You got someone in mind?" MJ was (Y/N)'s first guess. (Y/N) had seen how he looked at MJ and wished it was him instead.

Peter, on the other hand, was only thinking of (Y/N). He was extremely handsome and charming, always jokingly flirting with Peter- but no matter how smart he was, he was oblivious to Peter's obvious attraction to him.

"Uh, yeah, I do. I was wondering if you could help me ask them out to prom? Just like, give me tips or something on how to impress them..." Peter nervously chuckled as he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, sure! But I'm not sure there's much I can say to help. You're a really great guy Peter, and anybody would be lucky to have you. I know everyone says this, but just be yourself and depending on the reaction you get it'll tell you if they're the right person for you or not." (Y/N) shrugged, not really sure what else to say.

Peter nodded, trying to figure out how to impress (Y/N). "Should I get them flowers? Or make one of those 'promposal' signs?"

"I always thought those signs were kind of tacky, but if you think they'll like it then I think you should go for it. And I think the flowers are a nice idea..." (Y/N) tried to give him a smile, but he didn't think it looked very confident. It hurt, not knowing if he liked (Y/N) back- but it hurt worse knowing he liked someone else.

"Okay. Okay, I'll bring them flowers. What kind do you think I should get?"

Just then, Ned walked back into the room, stopping hesitantly in the doorway as if he'd interrupted something.

"Hey, Ned," (Y/N) greeted, smiling at him.

"What's up?" Ned asked, still not sure if he should sit back down or not. He considered making an excuse about asking May for snacks or something, but they weren't giving him any clear signs that he wasn't welcome in the conversation.

"Just talking about asking people to prom," Peter responded with a shrug, going back to his homework.

"Peter was wondering what flowers he should get for his crush," (Y/N) gained back some confidence with the joke, nudging Peter playfully.

"Oh?" Ned asked, eyebrows up as he retook his seat on the ground, looking between the two. He noticed their behavior and realized it was going to be weird for a while- and that he couldn't say anything. He held back a sigh at that thought.

"Yeah, what kind do you think I should get them, Ned?" Peter asked as (Y/N) started twirling his pen in his hand.

"Who're they for? Everyone has favorite flowers, right?" Ned thought aloud, looking through his notes.

"I say roses. Everybody likes roses," (Y/N) concluded, nodding as he talked.

The boys went back to studying (and eventually Star Wars).

...

Monday morning's were always rough, and prom was that Saturday so everybody was buzzing (much to (Y/N)'s annoyance).

Closing his locker with a yawn he turned to walk to his first class, chemistry with Peter, just to be jump scared by said boy.

"Woah! Peter, hey. Gave me a heart attack," (Y/N) mumbled as he clutched his chest, his breathing ragged.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to..." Peter looked sheepish as he gulped down his nerves.

"Are you okay? You look really... sweaty." That's when (Y/N) noticed the roses in his hand and his mood dropped. "Oh, you must be nervous to ask out your crush, huh?"

Peter nodded, taking in a deep breath.

"Yeah. I just hope he says yes." And he held out the flowers with a almost scared looking smile.

"(Y/N), will you go to prom with me?"

His jaw hit the floor, eyes wide with confusion and shock. He never thought in a million years Peter would ask him out, much less over MJ, who was watching from her locker next to his with a smirk.

Truth is, Peter knew that MJ and (Y/N) shared an art class and were friends, so he asked her for advice. That's what led to the awkward study conversation, and the roses in front of (Y/N)'s face.

"Wait- what? Really?" (Y/N) asked, searching Peter's face for any hints of a prank or deception. "You're shitting me, right Parker?"

Peter just shook his head, heart racing a mile a minute.

"You said roses, so I got you roses. I'm sure if you knew I was meaning you you'd have said another kind of flower but I couldn't figure out how to ask you what your favorite flower was without giving myself away-" Peter rambled, fumbling with the paper around the bouquet of roses.

(Y/N) put his hand on Peter's fumbling one and smiled at him, "I'd love to go to prom with you, Peter. I love the roses- and I'm so glad you didn't make one of those stupid poster boards."

The boys broke into somewhat relieved laughter and Peter pulled him into a hug.

That's when they remembered that they were in the middle of a highschool hallway. Everybody was staring at them, and both of their faces were shades warmer than before.

Ned, always the loyal friend, stepped in.

"Darla!" he all but shouted through the hallway, everybody's attention going to him. He was holding a singular tulip in his hand and was sweating bullets. "Will you go to prom with me?"

Some kids started laughing, but they turned into gasps as Darla nearly squealed as she nodded her head, her curls bouncing with her movement.

"Yes, Ned! I'd love to!" She hugged him, while he just stood there in absolute astonishment. His original plan was to pull attention away from his best friends by being humiliated, not by pulling the most beautiful and talented girl in the school.

(Y/N) started clapping and hollering, Peter soon joining him.

Then the bell rang, and everybody started going to their classes.

...

"I still can't believe that happened," Ned whispered from Peter's carpeted floor, staring up at the ceiling in amazement.

Peter and (Y/N) sat on his bed, putting together the Lego death star shoulder to shoulder. They'd steal looks at each other every once in a while, blushing at their newfound romance.

When they watched a movie with May later that night they held hands and shared a blanket, and all May did was smile at them when she noticed.

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Yippee!!!

Not as chaotic as I'm sure you were hoping, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this.

Thank you anon! I hope you liked it.

-Author Max <3

[rzyraffek]

OH OH REQUEST IDEA....TAKING SLASHERS HOME TO MEET YOUR PARENTS BECAUSE THATS LIKW SUPER SMART

Billy Micheal and Jason are the only ones i care about but you can add whoever

Omg hi!! Thanks for request!

They/them, sfw and request open

Slashers meeting s/o perents

Billy Lenz

Why would you do that

No fr why would anyone think this was good idea

Guy cant say a sentence without swear words or weird sex jokes😭

But fr billy will be so nervous!! Lil baby doesn't know how to behave!

S/o has to give him tutorial how to act like normal human and not 3rats in trench coat

Perents will be... alarmed to say the least... like really?? You could pick anyone but you picked oversized goblin?? Wow s/o

If s/o has younger siblings, he will bite them btw

Usually perents want to have grandchildren but oh god oh no not with this guy please s/o think about it!!

Billy vibes tbh he likes s/o perents they goofy. He also ate raw pasta. All of it

He told s/o dad that he wants lego for chrismas btw

Micheal Myers

How much you drank to think thats a good idea

Soo you telling me you bf is a serial killer?

At least he won't say anything rude, and s/o perents are too intimidated to say something rude about him🥰peace

Micheal just stares really, hes harmless for now

Yes s/o mom will call them to make sure that they aren't kidnaped and this all stuff is acually consensual

Live laugh love dont get stabbed by Michael

Yall can't even eat a dinner together 😔my guy looks like npc. Like yall just sit nicley and my homie just🧍 he doesn't even eat he just looks at yall, he totally judges their outfits

Hide your pets away he might eat them. You have pet hamster? What hamster?

Jason Voorhees

Omg homeboy is stressed! What if they don't like him:((

At first their perents were intimidated by him, but s/o's mom and him got along very fast! They are baking cookies together! Also if s/o has smol siblings or animals o my god he is bff with them instantly

Their mom and him acually got along faster than s/o with jason when they met first time!

Helps with carring heavy stuff... you bought new fridge? Call up son-in-law jason to help out (s/o mom has him named like that in contacts in phone)

Perents kinda wonder where he lives, when s/o told them that he has vintage cottage in Forest they started to think that hes rich or something

S/o perents already hope that yall get married

Asa emory

My dude bought suit for that appointment

He promised not to talk about skinning people while yall are eating dinner. He is so dreamy

Got along very well with s/o's dad, they are talking about fishing or something idk what dads are into lol

Almost fell asleep when their mom was talking

I WANTED TO WRITE " when their mom was talking about that she wants grandchildren" BUT ITS SOUNDS WAY FUNNIER THAT WAY

He was scared to eat dinner, it looked.... suspicious... he never trusted cheesy lasagna

Anyways Asa and their dad are besties now, they will go fishing next week

He cried in car after meeting "S/O IM NEVER GOING THERE AGAIN IT WAS SCARY IF I HEAR YOUR MOM SAY ANYRGING ABOUT GRANDCHILDREN AGAIN IM GOING TO DOX HER SO HARD SHE WONT EVEN HAVE OPPORTUNITY TO SEE THEM"

I didnt write any headcanons for few weeks i hope it was good or at least readable

[queeniecamps]

AU where the campers are teenagers working at the mall, here's my contenders for possible jobs:

Max: Coffee Kiosk, he drinks half of his paycheck LOL, everyone gravitates to his job to get a refresher Neil: The Apple Store, he's likes to get real technical with customers and acts high-and-mighty explaining some of the most bare bones bullshit HEHEHE Nikki: Journeys, she wanted discounts on running shoes, also my cousin worked there when she was in her 20s and i thought that was the COOLEST

Ered: Zumiez, need I say more? She doesn't say much at the counter, might honestly be on her phone more than paying attention to the customers, spends her entire paycheck on gear there

Nerris: I am SERIOUSLY torn between Gamestop and Build-a-bear, dude might be working two jobs. The geek aspect makes me think Gamestop, but their plushie collection makes me think B-A-B

Harrison: I really REALLY wanna say Hot Topic, he dresses like a 2010s regular, like c'monnnnn

Nurf: Foot Locker, he and Nikki have a mild rivalry cause I imagine their stores are RIGHT across from each other lollll

Preston: Y'know, I wanna say like Hollister or Forever21, some clothing shop. On his breaks he desperately tries to start a flashmob. If not there, he works as a ticketringer at the movie theater!

Space Kid: LEGO STOREEEEEE, it's the highlight of his day clocking in, he loves it, he LIVES there basically

Dolph: He takes his love for cullinary cooking to the foodcourt, maybe he's working in the bakery decorating cakes, cookies, and cupcakes?

The Flower Scouts all work at Sephora, I mean, c'mon now.

Aaaand for the Wood Scouts?? I'm not sure! Maybe they're the ones at Build-A-Bear because I think the idea of them acting all serious while helping some snotty kid do the adoption ceramony would be hilarious.

...And Daniel is like the ring leader of that group of mormans that approached me as a teenager when i was crying in the mall (#hormones) and tried to convert me over LOL