#need to either use the bathroom or whatnot

[simplysummers]

Am I being a petty bitch and just sitting in the bathroom waiting for my younger brother to come upstairs so I can switch on the shower and say I’m gonna be a while? Yes. Yes I am

[lowkeyrobin]

Platonic Phoebe and Trevor x Gary Grooberson’s teen kid reader and adjusting to being stepsiblings?

OH MY GOD YES BRO RJSKDMSNSN ; I did my best pls bare w this 💀💀💀

SPENGLER SIBLINGS ; stepsiblings

summary ; youre Gary's kid and you have to adjust with two new stepsiblings

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; your mom is nonexistent/Gary adopted you. it's not a topic brought up at all I don't think but you can choose, ik some people don't like kid of ___ reader or ____ sibling reader so beware lol, takes place between afterlife and frozen empire so no spoilers for anyone who hasn't watched gbfe yet, reader can drive/is around Trevor's age

word count ; 675

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it's so awkward at first

especially since you've never had siblings before so it's like they're teenage roommates

like okay your parents are dating or whatever but like, ew?

except you're living with them, not the other way around

both gary and callie are trying to urge you to interact but it's just not happening

you're not really a ghostbuster either, you aren't smart in the sciences and aren't into the whole ghost thing anyways

you're more into traditional ghosts anyways, not the ones that show up in broad daylight and need to be trapped by proton barriers

it's very rough at first

you connect with phoebe first, as a once in a blue moon experience happened, she wanted to act like a normal 14yo and go get ice cream

Callie couldn't take her because she was busy helping trevor with work stuff and told her to ask you

she was like 🤨 and like... "okay?-"

she asks and you look at her like 🤨😊

you guys go get ice cream and she tells you all about the shit you pass on the way there and back home

you surprisingly end up bonding over the struggle of talking to others like normal people and being well reserved with little to no friends

then comes the bonding over a certain book you both liked

the whole car ride home is oasis on the radio and chatter about this book, and going the longest possible way home because you didn't want this bonding moment to end

you sat in the car after phoebe got out, just sitting in silence

you were kind of in awe yet saddened the moment had ended because you were bonding so well

after that she clearly sees you in a new light and looks to you for your wisdom and clear view of the world when she's wrapped in her own madness and needs untangled

you were the trusting older sibling she needed since trevor never really understood the proper being there for your sister thing

they're proper siblings and whatnot but it's not like they go to each other if it's not to shit talk people

you're like their mediator and therapist sibling

getting through to trevor was much harder

you ended up finding him a job and he was like 🤨😒 when you showed him

"oh- uhm, sorry. I was just trying to be nice" and you quickly scramble away

he's just confused cause like ??? you never talked, he didn't even know how you knew he was looking for a job

he comes into your room a couple hours later like "Hey sorry I acted all weird, thanks"

and that's it

bonding with him is so hard, and Gary and Callie are like "okay go fucking do something"

you're all (spengler-groobersons + podcast bc phoebe needed a friend her age) out at an amusement park, and these mfs ditched yall at the carousel next to the bathrooms

and they weren't picking up their phones

you were basically forced to interact now, which was much less awkward in an amusement park

you guys ride some rides and get some food as you frequently call your parents

you finally find them, phew

but you two obviously made a little friendship and had fun together

took a little longer to get used to each other but you're fine now

awkward teenager shit yk?

in general, the three of you now are super close

trevor is your hype man when it comes to talking to people or doing something out of your comfort zone

phoebe is your hype man when you talk to her about maybe wanting to be a ghostbuster / study ghosts

you're the driver for the three of you, callie doesn't trust Trevor with driving, considering how he was driving the ecto1 when he first got it usable again, and obviously, phoebe can't drive

after a few years you're basically just like normal siblings

you three have a sibling group chat and it's 90% you sending memes, Trevor sending random tik tok links and phoebe begging you two to stop blowing up her phone

spenglerson siblings 🔛🔝

[navia3000]

Cowboy Like Me - B. Cross

Pairings : Benny Cross x Reader

Warnings : Cursing

Genre : Angst, or, where reader and Benny cross paths (lol) after a nasty break up

A/N : I haven’t actually watched this movie, and this is a lot of word vomit, and I hated the ending, but I hope I did it some justice.

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Requests are OPEN

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The bar was alive with the chatter of its usual patrons. Vandals littered the floor, reminding the young girl of an all too open wound.

Y/N Y/L/N had a history with the Vandals, rather, a Vandal. Benny Cross. The man she dedicated a year and three months of her life to. The man who left her and threw their relationship away as though it were an empty cigarette box, old and useless.

Now, she had been struggling with a depressive episode ever since, and for the first time in months, her good friend Kathy convinced her to make an appearance in the Vandals favorite bar, but only after assuring her that a certain biker would not show up, her friend claiming he was off on some personal mission or whatnot.

So, there she sat, beer in hand, surrounded by some of her closest friends. Her favorite Vandals were surprised albeit excited to see her, being shut out from her life after Benny Cross was done with her.

She was hurt and bitter, that much was obvious, and the rest of the gang knew it. Before her arrival, Kathy had threatened everybody not to bring up Cross, and Y/N was grateful for it.

Any mention of him would be enough to bring her to tears, even being in the bar was toeing the line.

“So, how you been, Y/N?” Johnny, her prior second favorite Vandal which had moved up to first, asked her.

Her eyes wandered down to the beer in her hand, picking up on the underlying question in Johnny’s question. “I’ve been good,” her head nodded, “working a lot, but good.” She was lying. She was still picking up the pieces of herself which Benny broke.

“Well, either way, you know you can count on all of us in case you need anything,” Betty, sweet as ever, assured her.

“I appreciate it, Betty, I really do.” And she did. She knew the Vandals would be there for her always, and she did appreciate it, but, they would always remind her of him. And she didn’t feel as though she could move on with those little reminders of him.

Which is why, without telling any of her friends, this was a goodbye. She had already put in a transfer for her job, somewhere far, without any trace of Vandals or bikers or Benny fucking Cross.

As the conversation diverted from the topic of her wellbeing, she could feel herself getting sadder and sadder. She didn’t want to leave. She wishes she didn’t have to, she wishes Benny had never left, she wishes she could go back five months to when everything was fine.

And, as Benny Cross walked through the bar door, she felt her heart squeeze as it was brought back to the last day she ever saw him. The bar quieted upon his entrance. The tears sprung to her eyes. A soft hand reached for hers. But her eyes were locked on him.

She watched as his expression turned into a confused one upon the bar patrons staring, then into one of realization as his eyes traveled across the Vandals’ faces, only stopping when they reached hers. She watched as his mouth opened and closed, his body glued to the dirty floor.

The patrons eyes traveled back and forth between her and him, her and him, her and him. And they watched as he took the first step further into the bar, whilst she simultaneously shot out of her chair and sped towards the bathroom.

Her tears were flowing, her breath coming in and out, hyperventilating. She made quick work of the lock on the door, turning to grip the sink, knuckles white. She couldn’t hide in the bathroom from him, she knew that. But she couldn’t possibly face him.

What she didn’t know, though, was that in the room next to where she stood, was the boy who was just as heartbroken as she was. He was shocked to see her sitting there after all this time.

He didn’t know why he left. He felt lost and trapped, one day packing his stuff up and leaving without word. All he knew was that he regrets that day more than anything in his life, and he wasn’t known for being a sentimental guy.

He walked towards the table she evacuated, and listened as Kathy and Betty scolded him, even Johnny made some comments towards him.

He took a seat, hands patting down his pockets for his cigarettes, running to them for emotional support. Twenty minutes went by before she finally walked out of the bathroom. He immediately caught notice of her red eyes and smudged makeup. His heart physically hurt at the knowledge that he was the reason she was upset. Whilst Y/N didn’t know it, Kathy had updated Benny on her wellbeing, and he knew she wasn’t doing good. But, he was at a loss for what to do.

He stood as she sped past the table and out the door, racing after her. What he would say, he didn’t know, but he had to say something.

“Y/N,” he yelled after her, “Y/N,” his fingers curled around her arm, forcing her to stop and turn around.

Her bloodshot eyes drilled holes into his; he detected the anger and hurt behind her irises.

He hesitated for a couple seconds before speaking, “I’m sorry.” As the words left his mouth, he wished to put them back in.

“You’re sorry?” The question came out sarcastic. “That’s all you have to say? You pick up and leave without a damn word and all you have to say for yourself is ‘I’m sorry’?” She scoffed at his silence, turning to leave once again.

He was going to let her go, but watched as she stopped and turned back towards him. “I loved you, Cross. I was ready to fuckin’ marry you. But you broke me. And I fuckin’ hate you for it.”

“I had to, Y/N.” His words made her angrier. “I didn’t know what to do, I’ve never been one to settle down, but, I started falling for you and I got scared. I was a coward and I’m sorry.” His words held a sincere tone, and she couldn’t help but wanting to forgive him and hug him and kiss him.

“Yeah, well, because of you, I’m leaving, so, I guess I’m no better than you.”

He felt his heart drop at her words. At least, before, he could catch glances of her here and there, hear how she was doing from her friends. But if she left, he would have nothing.

“What do you mean?”

She took a deep breath, feeling the tears prick at the corners of her eyes again. “I can’t keep doing this. You’re everywhere! There’s reminders of you everywhere I go, I can’t even be around the Vandals because each time, I think of you. And it sucks. So, I’m leaving.” He didn’t know what to say, what to think, what to feel. “I don’t know what else to say to you, Benny. I’m probably never gonna be able to love anyone like I did you again. You broke my heart. And, now, I’m hangin’ up my boots.” And with that, she walked off, leaving her heart along with Benny.

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[monpalace]

ships .. (ocarina of time/majora's mask) link/reader, fierce deity/reader.

content .. the boys (separately) with a reader who feeds them well, and the fruits of their loving labor.

warnings .. unedited. no pronouns used (you/your). reader is implied to have more meat on their bones (vaguely). reader is in their housespouse era and they aren't even married (legally). non-graphic vomit and forgetting to eat mentioned (link). link and fierce deity are taller than reader. fierce deity is named aram for writings sake. reader is implied to be a god of sorts (fierce deity). fierce deity is literally my oc at this point.

notes .. my schnookums thought they could have big cheeks and get away from me? my cutie patooties thought that i wouldn't write about them eating right? my pookie bears thought that i wouldn't fulfill my duties as their #1? my baby faced sweethearts thought i wouldn't spend 2hrs looking for pictures like those? my favorite white boys? my honeybuns? my hollywood stars? my sugarpies?

i'll eat them. omnom

LINK has always been rather thin. That was especially the case when he was a child. Something about a Kokiri child's diet not fitting what a Hylian needed always kept him frail.

When you both were children, he had quickly gotten used to you plucking his arm when it was idle to compare his lack of fat to your surplus.

(He never minded. He always looked forward to being reminded why he put one foot in front of the other every day during his fight against Ganon, or repeated cycle after cycle when it came to Majora.)

(Funnily enough, you had always made fun of him for being shorter than you as a child as well. You always mentioned he needed to drink more milk and eat more cuccos so he'd one day pass you.)

It was when you were able to cook more than simple meals and wouldn't risk burning down your cottage that you would invite (force) Link over more often than you already have.

Link had always tried to limit his visits to when he absolutely needed to. Free food, bed, shelter, care, supplies, clothes, bathes (the list was endless), and whatnot were always appreciated, but he never wanted to become to comfortable lest he wake up one day (or night. Or afternoon. His internal clock was always ruined when it came to sleeping at your cabin) and decide not return to the world outside.

He does his best to turn down any seconds, or thirds, or fourths, or fifths, and so on you may offer him when he does stay long enough for you to finish whatever extravagant meal you made just for him.

Past experiences often make him sick (with trauma or physically) and result in him vomiting his food, but there's always more from you to replace what he had just eaten and the meal before (if he remembered to eat it).

What he can't finish at the table (or on the sofa, or in the bed), he takes with him when he leaves. Link is respectful in all meanings of the word and hates to leave anything to waste.

When it comes to thanks, he either finds ways to help around your cottage or brings back items from new regions for you to cook. Whether it be repairing the busted bathroom door you've been complaining about before fixing your water faucet so the pressure is what you want it to be, or bringing back a spice the Gorons specialize in you've mentioned wanting to try, Link typically feels his gifts fall lackluster when compared to your treatment of him.

(He trusts your skill and creativity enough to know you won't poison him on accident. He never brings back any recipes or instructions either if it's not a dangerous material.)

(He's always excited to try whatever new dish you've concocted, so his only condition is that you wait for his return to cook whatever it is he brought you. "A celebration, of sorts," he calls it.)

A look in a lone puddle had told him his cheeks had gotten fatter. He supposes he now understands why he was refused entry into one of the pubs when he had to retrieve Malon and Cremia's uncle.

He had noticed that the details of his arms were less visible through his shirts when a Goron had pinched one,— not in the same way you did when you were younger— he had mentioned that he had an amount of muscle and fat to be proud of before asking him to join a tournament. Any attempts prior to were quickly shut down.

During a day of horseback archery with the Gerudo, the sweltering sun had gotten to him enough that he had to remove his tunic and the shirt underneath to feel some sort of relief. One of the women who were training him took a look at his stomach and nodded approvingly, mentioning that he should praise his soon-to-be spouse for feeding him so well.

The last nail in the coffin came when he was riding Epona into Castle Town. His tunic felt uncomfortably small and his tights (curse those damned tights) felt as thought they were stretched more across the expanse of his thighs than they usually were.

He's back in your cottage when he finally vocalizes his thoughts, preferring you to any other tailor or seamstress in the country. "I've gotten to big for my clothes," he either sighs or signs to you while eating. His gaze held a thousand yards in them, idly watching his clothes move with the wind.

The tunic, hat, tights, boots hang outside the window on a string connected to your shed. They had to be washed after a (admittedly well-planned— even if they don't think) ambush by a hoard of chu-chus.

You throw a hazy look to them before returning to the bowl you were tirelessly mixing. You were making dinner, he thinks, or maybe it was in preparation for the big breakfast you were making with the variety of bread from the Gerudo he brought back.

You'd already given him a large snack earlier.

The thought makes him look down at the plate in his lap. Every spot of it was filled and piled with bread, and eggs, and meats, and jams. He couldn't see the white bottom of it even as he pushed and prodded around.

He takes a bite of it gratefully.

"I saw you before you left not even three days ago. You fit everything fine enough to me." At some point you had stopped stirring and held the bowl out to him. Link grabs something off the plate and dips it in without a thought, eating it before responding with a hum of approval. "I can make adjustments to then, if you'd like."

You leave the bowl with him before attending to something on the stove.

"Please," he responds, halfway through another bite of the (what he now recognized as) Gerudo bread and cocoa dip you had made. "Different pants would be nice, though. It'd be a nice excuse to finally get rid of those tights." Both tasted sweet by themselves, he realized, but left a calmer aftertaste that he'd like to savor.

"You've always hated the tights," you hum in response, moving from the stove to the coolers that he'd built you after bringing you a large fish that only lived in Zora's Domain. "What would you want to move on to now? Leggings? Shorts?"

Link watches you remove a pitcher from one of the coolers. He isn't sure how long it's been in there (he doesn't even remember watching you make it), but he assumes you took some ice out so the pink liquid wouldn't freeze over into complete ice.

He watches you try to take a cup from one of the cupboards, watching you struggle to grab his favorite one from the higher shelves.

He stands from the chair sat just outside the kitchen (he liked to watch you cook when you had the time), placing the bowl and plate on one of the many cleared counters (you liked to clean as you worked), and grabs the cup for you.

Link lowers his head with his hand when he hands the cup off, head resting upon the crown of yours as he watches you pour the pink liquid into it, idle arms wrapping around your waist as he makes some slick comment about eating enough milk and cuccos for your liking.

You don't elbow him in the stomach like you might have when you were younger and he doesn't hold the cup above your head teasingly like when he was younger to (— then again, he had to climb a counter to get it out of your reach.)

Instead, you wordlessly pass the cup back to him and he wordlessly drinks it despite not knowing what it was.

He likes it, as he does all your works, and notes how it was both sweet and sour. A taste that fills both his childhood need for sweet all the time and his older palate's need for other tastes.

Handing the cup back, Link tilts his head so he can press a kiss to your crown. "Anything you'd think I'd look good in," he finally responds, the flavor of the moment leaving a tooth-achingly sweet taste on his tongue.

ARAM is often humbled in your abode.

He may have acted arrogant to others in his younger years and horrifyingly aloof now that he's a more seasoned god, but he never failed to (willingly) crumble to his knees when in your presence during either times of his life.

He had no need for the sustenance mortals require, prayers and whispers of his name were always good enough for him, but he'd kiss the ground you walk on if it meant you'd bless him with another food you've created (he already does).

Aram is the provider to your fire-lit home, an arrangement the two have been living by for as long as he can remember.

He is the sword to your shield. The arrow to your quiver. The moon to ever burning sun (which he did create for you, after all). The wound for your gauze. The life to your world— and one cannot live peacefully without the other.

Your food had quickly become an addiction to Aram. He'd eat as much as often as he could, giving little response to when questioned why he loves it so much.

("Because it comes from your hands," he once explained hours later when you were sleeping. "Your hands, that create all. That nourish all it touches and replenishes all that is extinct. I am your antithesis, and I must destroy that which I love."

(You never had the heart to ask again.)

He has enough sense to slow his eating around you. One concerned comment about him choking was enough for him to indulge in needless your wishes, but a question regarding its taste had him eating like a mortal.

His relationship with food prior to getting hooked onto yours was brief and filled with obligation. He never ate to feel full, only to make the people he was fighting with shut up and leave him out of whatever conversation they were having.

It never lingered in his stomach like a warm fireplace that others had described it as. It never made him warm and filled with love. It never gave him the energy he needed to keep fighting.

It just went through his digestive tract (why did he even have one?) and disappeared like an heavy smog finally dispersed by a strong gust of wind before he had to fight again.

When a war was over, you always came. You took the battle-shaken soldiers away when it was their time and healed their ailments if they were able to withstand everything. You went through war-stricken cities and set everything as they should have been. You feed and clothe and bandage and sew and reunite and Aram isn't sure why he lingered.

He's seen the effects of what you can do long after you've left. He knows of the good you're capable of doing just as much as he knows the bad he can cause.

He craves your touch when he sees it at its peak. He indulges himself when he sees it first-hand.

Aram understands what the soldiers mean when you beckon him closer and offer him food, uncaring of how he stands tall above all else.

The soup warms his insides. The flavor resides on his tongue hours after he's finished it. His energy, though far from depleted, had made him feel as though he were a youngling again.

He craves more.

The addiction to your presence and your food (and subsequently, you) had started then. It's an event he could easily recall when asked, one he would happily recount to you if you ever forgot where his devotion to you started.

Meeting after a war or battle had become frequent enough that he had finally learned your name; not some silly alias those who followed you often referred to you as. He felt like one of those lovesick children soldiers talk about, tripping over himself and his words.

He's curious to you, an admirer more than a stalker, fortunately. When he wasn't on the battlefront, he was always hovering around as you worked, busying his hands with whatever task you've given him after noticing his lack of mortality.

You treated him well; doing so even after the era of wars were long gone and he was seldom needed. You cared for him as though he were one of the many wounded soldiers with no family to return to once all was done and said— and to an extent, he was.

He's eating when you bring attention to his softer thigh.

You were reading to him, a romantic thriller that held as much of his attention that your captivating voice did. His gaze focused heavily on you, watching as you lick your lips after each page, how your eyes rake over the page to ensure the tone you speak the next sentence in is correct. He notes how you shift less often, how he doesn't have to move you further up his lap so you can lean against his stomach.

"It's not as painful to sit on you anymore." Aram doesn't think that line was in the book, but he doesn't mention it. It dawns that you were talking to him when you look up, using your finger as a bookmark as you closed the book around it. "Have you gained weight?"

He's a big man; it's a fact he's known since the beginning of his existence. He has large arms, muscles well know for how he snatched prey up to bring back to you. His height made it a simple feat to reach into the trees and capture any avian you wanted to experiment with that night. His legs that would stomp on any fish swimming downstream during a day at the lake you suggested.

He was sculpted by the Goddesses themselves. If they hadn't meant for his body to change along with his lifestyle, they wouldn't have designed him to dough.

(He'd never be ashamed in the fact either. He was contented knowing he had someone to dote over him constantly; a sentiment he had gained after recalling a conversation with wedded soldiers.)

(Also, the prospect of defacing what the Goddesses had long since disgraced was exciting, in a way.)

Aram doesn't look at himself, already well-acquainted with his body as his brow raises in amusement. "You feed me well, My Grace," he responds with a peck on your temple, "I would hope to become more comfortable for your pleasure." He refused to stop eating as he indulged you in conversation, the leg you sat on jumping once in place of his busy hands.

You hum that sweet, quiet hum of yours that Aram has come to associate with your contentedness (he aimed to hear to several tomes every day). Removing yourself from his lap, discarding the novel to the side as you raise your hands to cup his cheeks. "It suits you. You look healthy. Happy."

"Did I look ill before?"

You don't fluster as you might have like in your younger years. He's honored to have grown alongside you, reminiscent of the older couples you've both watched and escorted when he was still an active god.

The same filling feeling your food gives him fills his heart. The lingering sense of peace that he felt since meeting you dancing through his body when your thumbs rub the apples of his cheeks, the softest and fondest gaze anyone's ever given him in your eyes.

"No," you answer in a quiet voice only he'd be able to hear. "Never. You've always looked perfect."

And Aram has never been more thankful that he separated himself from the Goddesses as he preens under your touch. Never been more thankful that he lingered after the war was done. Never been more thankful that he had readjusted his psyche to more readily accept your gifts and affection.

He frees a hand to cradle to back of your head, a threat to all that aren't you, and brings you beneath his chin in a protective gesture. "As have you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "And as you always will be."

[toomuchracket]

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after he’s been domming💖💖💖

dom barista matty save me... the biggest thing for the two of you after hardcore sex (which, to be fair, is like a solid 90% of all the sex you have) is closeness, soft sweet touches and caresses, whispered words of affirmation and praise and "i love you" when you get to that point in the relationship, so that's all priority as soon as you've been like untied and ungagged or whatever else lol - that, and matty coaxing you to drink some water. once you're feeling a bit more grounded, he'll carry you to the bathroom and start running a bath, and while you take steps to stop any UTIs he'll nip to the kitchen to grab some of the flapjacks he makes and keeps on hand for exactly these moments; a bit of sugar, some carbohydrates, a little bit of protein powder to really help perk you up. you'll eat these and have more water while your boyfriend perfects the temperature of the bath, then he'll help you in and settle in behind you (or in front, if you've been particularly out of it and need to see his face), and once you've adjusted to the water then it's time for the lush massage bars - this was a suggestion by a lovely mutual, matty using these on you to help any achy muscles, and it's just total bliss letting him gently massage you while murmuring more sweet things. by this point, you're feeling pretty much normal, if sleepy, so you switch and massage him for a little bit, then kiss until the water gets too cold to bear; you'll dry off together, still sneaking kisses, get dressed, apply any lotions or ointments or whatnot to any marks you might've received, and then matty will without doubt make you a hot drink of some kind before you just snuggle in and either watch something stupid on tv or go to bed. he's very lovely, that one, always exactly what you need. you love him a lot <3

[barry-j-blupjeans]

hair dye stain + oh i gotta know (20 on the emotions list) + taakitz?? - egg 🧡

object + emotion prompt list here!

6. Hair dye stain

20. OH BUT I GOTTA KNOW??? I GOTTA

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Kravitz was this close to deciding that his home was now, in fact, the Eternal Stockade and he had to stay there forever and ever. It was— it's not been a good day. In fact, it's been the opposite of a good day. A bad day. No, an awful day. A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

First, he had to get up at fuck-early in the morning to go on a mission. Which he was used to, sure, but now, it meant tearing himself away from Taako's arms, having to put on a shirt when he could just be wearing a blanket, having to miss out on vital snuggle time. It was supposed to have been an easy, regular mission too. But then he had to deal with necromancers who were all a bit too much into their stupid bit, and he got blood on his favorite robe, and then he had to call for backup because there were so many necromancers holy fucking shit—

The easy-peasy little takeout had turned into a six-hour brawl. And Kravitz had to give it to them— turns out a group of frat boys could do a whole lot of damage if they were determined enough. And stupid enough. Which, of course, they had been. At the very least, they had wiped the amused little look off of Kravitz's face. And Lup's, when she got there. By the time they decided they needed Barry, there wasn't really room for amusement anymore.

Kravitz was tired. He was sweaty and gross and had blood in places he did not want blood to be; namely, on his flesh and clothes. Both were bad places for blood. By the end of the fight, Barry and Lup— who both looked fucking rad covered in blood. Kravitz wished he could look that good covered in blood— had sent one pitying glance at him and told him to go home. They'd do the paperwork.

Any objections Kravitz may have had to coworkers before were now gone, thank you.

It was still technically morning when Kravitz got back. Angus Jr. curled between his legs as a greeting, meowing impatiently at him. Garbanzo blinked at him from over by the couch, sitting on a towel that Kravitz could distinctly remember not being stained… blue? Purple?? Blurple. No, it had definitely not been blurple the last time Kravitz had seen it. Which could only mean that either Garbanzo was suddenly leaking blurple everywhere or someone was having a hair dye session.

Someone being Taako. …Hopefully. Maybe Taako helping Merle dye his beard again. Except that Merle usually went with pink and not blurple, so it had to be Taako.

"Babe?" Kravitz called out, shuffling down the hall. He stopped about halfway into his second step and realized that his shoes were leaving bloody, muddy marks all over the floor. Ugh. He struggled to kick them off for a second, trying not to hit Angus Jr. who liked to play a game called What if you did things and I was in your way?. Once he did, he called out again. "Taako? You home?"

"Just barely!" came Taako's voice from down the hall. Kravitz gingerly picked up his shoes, his body protesting the need to bend over, and put them at the shoe rack by the door.

"Marco," Kravitz said, moving down the hall.

"What are you, five?" came Taako's voice from the bathroom. And then, "polo."

Kravitz peeked into the bathroom to find Taako spreading a generous glob of blurple into his hair. The counter was a mess, blurple handprints (and cat paws) everywhere. Kravitz could only assume, using the context clues and the fact that their baby gate was set up in the bathroom doorframe, that Garbanzo had been up to some mischief earlier. Taako glanced at him and then did a double take. Probably because of the blood and whatnot.

"Do I wanna know?" he asked, hands still tangled up in his hair.

"Frat boys," Kravitz said exhaustedly.

"Well now I gotta know," Taako said. "Don't let the cats in."

Kravitz awkwardly stepped over the baby gate, something that proved very unnecessary as it swayed open when he shifted wrong. But Kravitz must have really looked in bad shape because Taako didn't even laugh at him. He did let out a little snort, though.

"Rough mission?" Taako asked, bringing him into a hug. Kravitz sighed, dropping his head against Taako's shoulder. He was going to have to burn this suit at this point, what with the grime and the blurple.

"Mh-hm," Kravitz said.

"I figured when Lup left in the middle of our brekky," Taako said. He rub Kravitz's back comfortingly. "And then Barry left in the middle of helping me choose hair dye and I couldn't decide."

"Blurple," Kravitz said knowingly.

"Blurple," Taako confirmed.

They stood there for a minute, holding each other. Taako smelled like peaches.

"D'you wanna dye your hair?" Taako asked.

Kravitz paused, thinking. Maybe it was the entire fucking fraternity he had spent his morning with, but he felt a lot more stupid now than he usually did. After a few seconds of deliberation, he said,

"Yeah." Another pause. "Not blurple though."

"Well we've got green, red, like, a suuuper dark blue, grink, orange—"

"Sorry?" Kravitz said, pulling back from the hug. "Grink?"

"Green pink," Taako said, nodding as if that made sense. Maybe it did. It probably did. "And yed."

"Yellow red," Kravitz said. "Isn't that just orange?"

"Babe, I have got so much to teach you."

[surveillance-0011]

got any headcanons for Douglas or Harper?

yeas :3 I'll do some for both but mostly douglas if that's alright!! 2nd half for douglas + harper hcs below the cut bc this got a bit long I have Many Thoughts on Douglas . lil warning for references to the whole skrendel thing for douglas and mentions of harper's military past but all in passing and whatnot . nothing super angsty or explicit just going over stuff. All of that is below the cut tho

Douglas

he/him. bicurious/questioning and a little shy about it, but it's more of an open secret than anything. He is slowly realizing he likes guys a lot more than he likes women and he's unsure how to feel about it

Space is very pro lgbt it's very much normal for them bc there's all these different species and civilizations. why would any of them be cisheteronormative lol?? But really he's more embarrassed about actually feeling strong attraction and realizing he's a mushier person than he'd like to think. if that makes sense. like "oh no i am giggling like a schoolgirl over this guy what do i fucking do"

In general he doesn't like being seen as a vulnerable person, both physically and mentally. The idea of being in love for real is a little daunting to him...

I'd say he'd probably eventually land on bi or pan tho? Just with a heavy male/masc/etc lean.

early 30's? for his species? Late 20's?

From a moon with seas on it, think a less icy Europa! Currently lives on Port Terrene or a nearby territory.

His species is a delicacy for some alien races, mainly those living on the moon but he was basically fair game for anyone in that solar system so he booked it by sneaking onto a commercial spaceship to safety. Living in the background and slimy underbellies lead him to be where he is now.

He thinks that this is kind of funny by the way he has totally taken some of the higher ups to a restaurant that serves his kind to either stare them down for the whole meal or insist they order it and then wait in the bathroom so they think he straight up got cooked

Pretty physically fragile. PT's conditions are similar enough to his home moon in terms of gravity and whatnot that he's doing alright but he needs the suit to thrive there and survive on many other planets. That and he's very vulnerable to physical damage out of his suit. So, the suit is mainly for protection and an advantage in combat but there's also the advantage of hiding what he actually looks like-- useful for his line of work, deceiving others, and not letting most know he's a squishy lil guy.

Does not like the cold. He will languish… please…

Amphibious, can spend time out of the water but needs to be moist to breathe + thrive. Suit mists him down too.

In general the suit is pretty well coded and whatnot... engineering masterpiece... it's like a little mini mech kind of in my mind.

Would kill to pilot a huge ass mech some day btw. Douglas needs a huge ass mech.

Garmantuous, Nipulon, and probably Giblets have seen him out of his suit or otherwise know/have been told abt it. That and whoever of the Skrendel Bros he had that little tryst with. or not. idk.

Everyone else? A good deal of people mainly those in the crime syndicates have seen him without his helmet or been able to kind of see his face through it but I'm under the assumption that only some folks know he's a straight up octopus. Assuming this since Kenny didn't know and it took Gus some time to recognize him/he had to figure it out first so ig that means most folk (Including Rel and Krubis) don't really know !!

As for how the whole delicacy thing. ig that's like. other side of the galactic community. niche shtuff.

While he's generally an asshole and cruel to those beneath him, when it comes to the other officers of the G3 he's generally friendly (by Douglas standards tho). Still it's very 50/50. Total wildcard, does whatever entertains him. Prone to mischief, trickery, and dragging others along in his antics, sober or not. Will be your pal one day and your worst enemy the next. Workplace warfare game is peak I'll tell you that much

He does a good job at worming his way outta trouble. He's a clever lil guy pretty damn resourceful. People don't give him enough credit bc for all the lack of impulse control he shows he's smart and slick enough to un-fuck up the situation if need be.

always a little pissy abt dealing with the long term consequences that he can't get himself out of but hey. he tries his goddamn best

Decently buddy-buddy with the Skrendels though this have been a bit Complicated since. Yknow.

Honestly I think it was Jonathan. Makes the most sense to me in my mind. The two are pretty much still just friends but Jonny boy kind of wishes there was more there now. Douglas doesn't, all that much. The other brothers know and Angela has probably pulled Douglas aside to beg "for the love of all that's holy let him down gently"

Mona was more like "If I so much as see a tear in my brother's eye you're calamari"

But they're all still pals. I guess. Everyone has their ups and downs? They still like getting up to mayhem when their paths cross and Jonathan is pretty friendly with Douglas still even if the other two are pretty... not all that ok abt the whole thing. the bros get protective.

Weirded out by Giblets but is honestly much too entertained by how pathetic he is to tell him to fuck off. He just tries to up the "what the fuck" factor when he can. On the other hand Giblets is very terrified yet very enthralled w/ Douglas. He is an enigma to the dr....

Things are also weird with Krubis. They kind of totally hate each other but it kind of makes them good friends. Above all else Douglas reminds Krubis of himself when he was younger so he kind of. Gets It and wants to keep a closer eye on him

like. they would get along so well but so awfully as well. there's no way krubis isn't jealous that Douglas has a better job and manages to keep it despite all the bullshit. There's no way they haven't been screwed over by Douglas once or twice by being caught in the crossfire of all the stuff he does. And I think Douglas is fickle with some of his workplace alliances some days he’ll take Krubis’s side others he’ll take Giblets he’s just like that for the goofs. Krubis gets pissed off w/ him a lot but I think they are low-key on the same wavelength. idk if that makes sense i'll probably draw or write it out in detail some day soon... hm...

Garm is Tired of Him. Nipulon is consistently disappointed and somehow also surprised with the crazy shit Douglas gets up to but does appreciate when Douglas comes around and does something competent by his standards. Gurgula found him annoying but is just. whatever.

Not always the best at reading the room.

A pretty optimistic person actually. Assumes best case scenario often. Even if his idea of the best case scenario involves killing people he doesn't like it's fine he's just a little guy

He can change colors somewhat, mostly at the tip of his tentacles. It's a signifier of health and emotion. There's a lot of patterns of flickering for communication and whatnot. They curl and deepen in color to denote distress, for example. And he's usually a pretty bright blue unless he's sick.

Epic gamer. With that many tentacles how could he not be. Total sucker for arcade games especially,,

Also big on party + group games. This is a man who has killed over mario party or kart… I just know it.

And drinking games ofc

Watches shitty daytime television on his days off esp when he’s hungover

Also loves riffing on shitty movies

Laughed over people crying about the space titanic movie only to bawl at the end. He blames the alcohol but we all know… we all know.

Facultative carnivore or omnivorous with preference to meat. main diet is like. fish shellfish maybe some sea plants... algae things... idk... he can stomach other foods but most plants just don't do anything for him nutrition wise. i say most because who knows what crazy stuff is out there in space. le shrug. gotta think the space food stuff over...

He thought Sweezy was annoying but useful. Lots of bickering but considering she doesn't talk during the fight he probably turned off her ability to with that inhibitor thing later on into their time together? because i do not think she would willingly be quiet for his sake.

Honest 2 god he coulda been a stand up comedian or an actor or written a book or something he's funny enough for it. But ig torturing people was his calling.

And he is a very creative torture technician! He's definitely squeezed information out of people well before. He shows enough prowess here that Garm is still impressed enough to not have totally gone sicko mode on him god bless

Beer and adjacent spacey drinks (there's a lot more choices out there in the galaxy after all) are his alcoholic beverages of choice. Some fruitier cocktails catch his eye sometimes too

Even when he is not going off on wild adventures or partying he is being generally bewildering.

he just wants 2 have fun at the end of the day...

Harper (i don't have as much I need to watch another play through i think)

she/they sapphic. Soft butch ish but dorky always looks like she's taking fashion notes from Luz (saying this as someone who hasn't watched TOH but. you see what i mean. and i mean this with affection and understanding.)

Thrilled to find about about axolotls on Earth. Frilly like her :) very fond of amphibians in general

Stoked to be learning all this cool shit about people and the world around her and doing cool shit as a bounty hunter and meeting Gene and stuff...

Kinda easily impressed. not used to having nice things.

Traumatized for sure but she's trying to be chill about it. Not used to asking for help

Generally A Bit Anxious at all times. jumpy in casual life

Vaguely morally fucked from being in that task force. This is kind of canon i guess... she'll be a little cheap or nosy or callous if she has to be and while i don't think she's super scummy I'm sure that cold blooded training will not be wearing off anytime soon

She does care about other people she's just bad at empathy and relating... and yknow... taught not to care... taught to be a soldier... but she cares she loves her pals so so much goddammit!!

The sort of person who googles her symptoms and convinces herself she's dying of ultra instinct tuberculosis

Professional armchair psychiatrist

Capable, just clumsy. She'll get the job done but not without some mishaps and taking the long way around.

Big fan of summer+warmer weather

Likes strawberry and mango... big on fruit in general. fruitpilled.

Ice cream and sherbet fan

But she love burger also. yes i am going to do the thing where a character mentions food and consider it their favorite sorry. i just love a girl eating aburger.

Never got to meet Kenny. They did, however, cross paths with Lezduit sometime before the G3's invasion.

I am a Harper x Sweezy truther. women... awesome... not yet tho i think it is a gradual thing... i like to imagine it just kind of happens. no confession or whatever just someday soon they wake up look at each other and say "wow i guess we've just been dating now"

could apply to other Gatlians but esp for her she likes to watch tv with gene and will totally watch youtube on the Bounty Hunter's computer... my little iPad baby...

Really likes nature documentaries. Worlds biggest casual geographic + Lindsay Nicole fan also

Speaking of I am choosing to believe both of them survive and start making alien zoology videos.

In an anthro or human au she would have a prosthetic leg

Either way anthro or not, the cybernetic bits are all kind of like a prosthetic and she talks to Gene sometimes abt disability + combat stuff during the uncommon occasions that she opens up about it a little.

And lastly a little prediction: if they bring back Kenny w/ a new VA then I'm expecting either an ability to switch which one you want to use, maybe having the option of dual wielding the two of them, or that Kenny gets an upgrade that makes him more powerful and he's a late game addition like Lez :3c

Or maybe pointing to a two player mode or switching perspectives with Lizzie if she finds Kenny wherever she is?? Kinda like Yokai Watch 3 switching between chapters until the two protags meet up.

[omgpoindexter]

what are you top 5 fave nurseydex fics you've read? (a girl is needing recs)

oh yay!!! first of all i have to admit that over the years i've dipped in and out of omgcp tumblr and therefore have been very bad at staying up to date, so most of these are quite old. they are my favourites for a reason, however! also i did 6 not 5 lol <3

to be alone with you by @alocalband Will and Derek spend their junior year learning how to live together, learning how to be friends, and, eventually, figuring out that they'd like to be more.

i actually only read this fic recently, but it’s instantly one of my new faves. it is SO well written, the characterisations of every single character are perfect, and the story is so beautiful. i’ve reread it a few times already!

in so many words also by alocalband Derek writes a short story. That's his first mistake. His second is getting it published.

idk why but i absolutely live for fics where everyone on the outside knows what nursey and dex are up to except for them, and this one is really good at it. the ‘derek “nursey” nurse is unchill’ tag is very accurate in this case.

in front of the same small bathroom mirror by @geniusorinsanity It's not surprising that sharing a room changes things, but neither of them expect the most important conversations in their strange, awkward friendship to happen in their shared bathroom. (Or: five conversations Dex and Nursey have in a shared bathroom, and one in bed.)

i absolutely adore this story. dex and nursey learning to coexist and care for each other is so special to me and this fic captures it perfectly. honestly, anything by shelly is going to be a must-read, but this one is really really wonderful.

it drops with the gravity of rain also by geniusorinsanity It happens like this: “I don’t--this is a bad idea,” Dex says, his lips still tingling, his hands shaking on Nursey’s hips where he’s shoved him away. “This is a really bad idea, Nurse. I can’t--We can’t do this.” And there’s hurt in Nursey’s eyes and his bottom lip is swollen from Dex’s teeth, but he says, “Okay.” And then, “It’s chill, Dex. Just friends, then.” It happens like this: “Actually,” Nursey says, talking more to his granola than to them, “I kind of have a date.” It happens like this: When Nursey calls, Dex almost doesn’t pick up the phone.

another wonderful fic by shelly - i reread this one all the time. it’s such a lovely character study of dex and it tackles the subject matter so well. content warnings in the end notes.

things you said by @quidhitch / @maangoes “Awww, looks like Dex appreciates a lady in uniform,” Nursey teases, tucking his feet a little further beneath Dex’s thighs. “You have a thing with the head cheerleader back in high school Dexy? Hold her pom poms and kiss her whatnot?” Dex seems to be contemplating something, and Nursey figures it’s one of his lame clapbacks like your mom’s a pom pom. He brings the bottle to his mouth, smiling around the lip of it. “Actually, I’m more of a captain of the football team kinda guy.” Nursey chokes on his beer.

i always come back to this one. it’s just so sweet and funny. i remember reading it years ago and it has stuck with me all this time.

today the sun comes in by @playedwright Will looks beautiful, Derek thinks, and it isn’t fair. Time has done nothing to lessen the extent of his feelings, either. Derek realizes a little too late exactly why he was nervous. It has been four years, three months, and five days since they graduated from Samwell, and Derek is finally facing the undeniable fact that at some time during his college years, he fell in love with William J. Poindexter and never got around to falling out of it.

this is one of those special fics that stays with you. i have never been to seattle, but this story made me homesick for the city. mars is such a gorgeous writer and this fic is a perfect example of it! (also i miss u mars!!!)

this was fun, i've missed reccing fics! i hope i could be useful! maybe i'll do some more recent ones if I manage to keep up to date with the nurseydex tag <3

[princelylove]

Good morning, your highness! (Or good evening. Maybe I should just not include time involved hellos???) I’m so glad to hear you’re doing well post surgery. I mean what would we do without you? Probably better to not think about it

With Leone I think you’ve implied him kidnapping us. For whatever reason he thought yeah, fuck it, yoink and suddenly we’ve lost rights. What would drive him to do that and what would that entail?

Is that a threat, anon? Do you know something I don't? Should I lock my windows a bit tighter? When you sent this ask I was dead asleep, but I read it in the morning, so I'll count it as a "Good morning" still.

Panic is how humans survive. It doesn't seem that way- humans survive off of calculated decisions to lengthen their lifespan, such as eating and seeking shelter and whatnot, but when it comes down to it, it's all about that one moment. What do you do when someone bigger, someone stronger has you? Do you bend? Do you hit them? You're not thinking clearly, whatever you do is pure instinct- and entirely different depending on the individual.

You can try to guess what someone will do in certain situations based off of their personality, but you never really know someone until you see them in high stress. Friendly, easy-going types can snap and get violent. Serious types can break down sobbing. You just don't know, you can't know. How many cases have you seen of people snapping in their fifties and sixties and killing their partner after five or six decades of peace?

You especially don't know Leone, who takes you in a moment of pure opportunity. There's nothing you could've done to guess that the man pretending to hate you would seize the opportunity. Leone is a very impulsive man. Irrational, impulsive.... He makes big decisions, or rash decisions, when he feels even a twinge of anxiety. To get Leone to the point of no return, he needs to be:

1. manic.

2. previously stressed out about the state of your relationship.

3. presented with an opportunity where he can act on impulse and doesn't have room to think about it.

I classify Leone as a bit of a loser. He's secretive and perverted- but he's too ashamed to really touch you, so he gets off on the fake you.

And, well, there's no guarantee that he took the real you. He's delusional enough to believe that you're just not real, sometimes. It doesn't hit him that he took an entire person until it does. Randomly. On a Tuesday at 2pm kind of hit. He didn't really take you! It's just Moody Blues fucking with him again and replaying you in- in. Something! Maybe this is something from your past!

The delusion clears when you can touch him and respond. Ohh, God, he's done. He's so done. You'll never love a man like him.

The drop after a long phase of mania is tough. Especially after you've done something you just can't take back. Settling into your new home isn't easy, especially considering your captor is too depressed to really take care of you.

Leone probably takes you back to his apartment, foolishly. He locks you in his room for the first few days and sleeps on the couch, which isn't abnormal to Guido when Leone's been drinking a lot. But you need to come out eventually. He doesn't have the luxury of having a bathroom attached to his room, there's only one in the whole apartment, and it's in the hall next to Guido's room. You also need to eat, and any other needs that your body tells you to take care of.

You may think Guido would freak out, and Leone does too, but he flat out doesn't care about you. Ohh, oops. Anyway. He's still not doing dishes. Guido's what he'd like to say is "neutral." He won't stop you from trying to get out unless there's something in it for him, but he also won't stop you from hangin' around, either. He's ignoring you until you speak to him, and if you plead with him, you'll most likely get the same three sentences, revolving.

"Maaaan, that's crazy..." or "Damn." or "Dunno, ask Leone."

Leone's fairly grateful for it, and perks up eventually at the 'help.'

Once Leone's feeling better, he'll give you the pampering you deserve, if you say he can touch you.

Until the next depression hits, and so on, and so forth. Just get really comfortable with whatever Guido's got on the tv for tonight.

[the-backspin-alchemist]

7-8 oc of your choice

I actually didn’t think of that post as an ask game, but alright, it’s an ask game now!

I asked @charlezarrd for what character to answer for and he picked Nikita Walker!

7) Describe the shoes they’re wearing. (This is a big catch all, gets into money, taste, practicality, level of wear, level of repair, literally what kind of shoes they require to live their life.)

Nikita, whenever she’s not in armor or her jumpsuit, is usually wearing black combat boots.

They’re tough, practical, no-nonsense, and on top of all of that they help add to her generally intimidating exterior.

Plus, they’re not hard to replace or repair, and they tend to be built to give her good grip in lost places, which helps in case she needs to either bug out fast (and thus climb or run in a hurry) or fight (which means that she can plant her feet and not move all that much outside the armor).

8) Describe the place where they sleep. (ie what does their safe space look like. How much (or how little) care / decoration / personal touch goes into it.)

Nikita’s living quarters in the Arcadia are relatively spartan. She’s got a fairly straightforward bunk with a dresser and a mirror, plus her bathroom right nearby which is fairly compact.

It’s bigger than what she was used to in the service, and she has an actual mattress now (which she is slowly learning is not considered a luxury by most people), but most of the space is still fairly empty because she’s still getting used to calling it hers.

As time goes on, she’ll fill it in with a desk and a bunch of posters and whatnot, and she’ll also allow it to be a bit less sloppy as she gets used to not being a military gal anymore that has to follow “regulations” and such. But for now, that’s reserved for the main space in the Arcadia, because her room still feels like a “temporary” space.

[intrulogical]

Remus forced to take a bath for your ficlet if you're still taking prompts :D

"Remus, I'm not sharing the bed with you when..." Logan's head tilts upwards, then downwards. "...you're covered in grime."

Remus, claw-like grip on the bathroom doorframe unwavering, simply hisses. Logan's even tried pushing him forwards, but Remus does not budge. It does not help that remus is a foot taller than him.

(continuation under the cut!)

"You're acting like a child," Logan tells him, pouting. The wooly blanket draping over his shoulders shift slightly as he crosses his arms. Logan just wants to go to bed. "If you aren't going to take a bath, you need to, at least, transform. Use your metaphysical powers and whatnot— I have no clue what we call them."

Yet, Remus shakes his head profusely. "That takes too much energy."

Logan rolls his eyes, foot tapping impatiently. "Then, what do you want? You either take a bath or drain your energy— we're going to sleep right after, anyway."

"What if we just sleep in separate beds?"

Logan swiftly returns his gaze; Remus has a mischievous grin. "Remus," Logan says exasperatedly. "You cannot be serious."

"Well, what am I gonna do? I hate soap."

"You don't have to use soap," Logan argues back. He feels a vein in his head pop, figuratively. "You don't even have to use shampoo or any kind of toiletries— just ensure yourself to take the muck off and we're off to bed."

This time, Remus seems to falter, forearms dropping slightly. His eyebrows raise. "Oh," he murmurs. "That's it?"

Logan nods. "Just take a bath in a way you feel... safest?" Logan's cheek raises, eyebrows furrowing. "I am not actually sure how to phrase it, because it just sounds ridiculous, but please take a bath." Logan raises his arms slightly, curling his fingers around his blanket. "I just want to sleep— next to you, that is."

Remus stares at him, blinks slowly.

Eventually, he lets go of the doorframe and sighs. "Fine," he says. "I'll do it. For you."

Logan smiles. "Thank you."

(send me a prompt with remus and/or logan and i'll write a little ficlet!)

[rigginsstreet]

If artie and bunny went away for a week or so but oscar was also out of town so they told fred they trusted him to be home by himself but NO GIRLS OVER!!!! and fred was like ok bet and immediately called fp and asked if he wanted to move in with him for a week and play pretend like they were married 👉👈 so fp came over that night and they slept in the same bed cuddled up together and the whole week they made breakfast together every morning and would sit there drinking coffee and reading the newspaper and they'd watch tv together at night and during the day they'd do chores and whatnot but just live in the house like they owned it and sit on the porch together and they had such a nice time living in that little fantasy world 🥺 like yeah they did that in fps trailer but it hit different in freds whole house

NOW WE'RE COOKING I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME!!!!!!

they use the master bathroom to take at least one bath together cuz the tubs bigger than freds and he finally gets to make it all romantic with candles and shit like he's always wanted to but never could with everyone home and they certainly couldnt do it in fps trailer cuz he either doesnt have a tub or if he does its not fit for anyones bare ass to be sitting in lmao

and fred cooks them dinner on the nights they dont order out or go to pops, and fp sits on the counter being the taste tester and they play music real loud and dance around the house in their underwear and take naps in the middle of the day on the couch and they take trips to the grocery store together and fred will drag fp into a hardware store and start talking about how he would fix up their house and what kind of tile he wants and what moldings would look good and fps just nodding along like "whatever you want dear" except maybe theres one thing he has a strong opinion on that he needs in this dream house theyre creating and freds like "of course, anything you want, my love" like they are really living the full fantasy that whole week...

[larcenywrites]

How do you think young!Tony and older Tony would react if his girl unexpectedly got her period in the middle of the night while sleeping and accidentally bled on his bedsheets and even on him/his clothed due to being cuddled up? Specially if like once she wakes up to see all that blood she's like super embarrassed plus super emotional due to period hormones and whatnot plus bad cramps 🥺

Oh they wouldn’t be mad that’s for sure! Young!Tony would freak out only bc it’s a lot of blood and are you like- okay?? Are you alive?? And it’s also on him which he will also freak out about a little but he can deal with that in a second. And you’d have to show him that he can wash out blood from clothes really quick with cold water in the sink/shower lol and he’ll leave you to shower/change clothes while he gets some more sheets. If you start crying he’d panic a lot and would just keep sayings it’s okay and I don’t mind over and over with hands everywhere from your arms to your face, while also using them to usher you to the bathroom! He’ll probably wake up his mom because he doesn’t know what to do with the sheets 🤧 and then she’s like “does she need any medicine or anything??” And he’s like “uh- idk I didn’t ask 🙁” and Maria is just staring at him like “then go ask!!!” He’s trying his best, really 😔 If you’re still hurting when you’re back in the bed, he’ll be torn between wanting to tightly cuddle you and leave you alone. You’ll have to let him know either way, because he’ll just be laying there all pitiful and looking scared 😭

Older Tony is still a little freaked out just because A) it’s a lot of blood and B) it’s low key a little triggering for him to have blood on him ☹️ But more or less he kinda knows what to do, especially if he’s Iron Man by now since he’s not really a stranger to blood anymore. If you start apologizing, he’ll just start shushing you and ushering you into the bathroom. “Honey, it’s okay, don’t worry about it, just go get cleaned up.” He might sound a little short, but it’s just because he’s a little nervous and wants to get cleaned up too 😅 he’ll probably wipe off what he can on the sheets and just throw them away tbh because there’s lots of others in the closet lol, and while you’re in the shower he’s wash it out of your and his clothes with cold water in the sink, and this time he knows to ask if you need any meds or water! If you’re still hurting he’ll probably cuddle into your side regardless if you want him to or not lol

[umemiyan]

*busts down the aviary’s door armed with a pen and notepad* hey lovely!! pretty please may I hear about

🧊 and 🩰 for umesaku + robin

🔪 for belphie

🩹 for katsuki

🌹 for satoru

and 🎃 for a blorbo of your choice!!

EVERYONE LOOK ALIVE THE PRESS IS HERE!!!!

jk jk but tysm <3 i put the rest under a cut because i wrote too much 😀

🧊 — who sings in the shower?

that would be me <3 even tho i don’t sing as much as i used to, i still bust out in the shower here and there!!! but ngl i feel like sakura also sometimes gets something stuck in his head and i’ll catch him quietly singing to himself while the water’s running and he can actually carry a little tune!!

🩰 — who is the better dancer?

i think sakura’s physical skills and agility would actually help him be a decent dancer if he ever decided to try; he could probably way surpass me if he practiced (i’m not amazing but i’m not horrible). it might be difficult to get him to even think about it, but if hajime and i are persistent enough and play it right, we can get him to give it a shot <3 he’d probably be best at hip-hop or something, but he could also easily pick up on some ballroom dancing type stuff once he gets the moves down.

hajime dances like somebody’s white father while freestyling, but he’s also not half bad at basic ballroom type stuff (he’s a good waltz partner and whatnot). and uh, he may not have the skills to bust some moves for a music video or anything but… he can certainly grind like it’s nobody’s business when he gets in the mood 👀

🔪 — if they were a yandere, would you still love them?

he IS a yandere 😭😭 but he’s also kind of a bitch baby, so it’s like… he could decide he wants to try and lock me up one day, but then after a while he’d be like ☹️ she doesn’t wanna cuddle with her wrists tied up ☹️ and who’s gonna pet my hair and fluff my pillow ☹️ i want her to punish me for being a brat it’s not the same when lucifer does it ☹️ so he would change his mind really quickly because it’s too much work being the whole completely domineering yan type. he’d much rather be like a special little lap kitty who gets all of mommy’s affections and who plans a whole elaborate murder scene in his head if anyone else tries to get scratchies at the same time as him. and yes i love him ❤️

🩹 — if you or your f/o got hurt, how would the other react?

when kat gets hurt, i’m definitely concerned, and if it’s something more minor that i can help with, i’ll spring into action with the first aid even if he fights me over it. he’ll be in the bathroom trying to handle it alone saying, “‘s’not even a big deal, i can do it myself.” but i’m like “no you can’t you dumbass, it’s on your back.” and he grumbles and cusses me when i do something that hurts.

when it IS more serious tho, i’m right by his side the whole time. i’m not always the best at like reassuring words or whatever, but tbh he doesn’t really need them much anyway and deep inside is just happy i’m there. i’m more like a watchdog in these situations, and once he’s eventually all patched up and it looks like things will be alright, he’s like “don’t even think about pitying me.”

i say, “i wasn’t gonna.”

and he replies, “good,” while shoving my propped-up feet off his hospital bed.

when i’m the one who’s hurt, however, it’s a different story—depending on what happened, he’s either getting majorly pissed off at someone else or pissed off at ME.

if it’s something minor, he very roughly tries to help while mumbling and cussing under his breath (and this is usually AFTER he’s KO’d someone if he even slightly perceived it as their fault)

big injuries or illnesses tho, his rage is cranked even higher and he’s also my guard dog. he’ll be half-yelling at me with tears in his eyes, “why were you being such a dumbass??? stupid shitty sister.” (<< one of his many terms of endearment <3) while also yelling at everyone else in the vicinity. he’s the type of person they’d kick out of the room because he’s disrupting the peace or whatever work they’re trying to do dkdkdjdjdjd (he gets better tho <3)

🌹— if the roles were reversed, your f/o selfship themselves with you, would you two still be obsessed with each other as usual or stronger?

oooooohh good question…… i guess maybe he would??? probably not tho lmao. i’m not like a super sexy model or anything but perhaps he’d find me entertaining or something and jack off to weird scenarios idk LOL. he might not be emotionally invested tho, just sexually fixated if anything (or maybe he’s kidding himself, who knows). i guess i could see him pretending i’m just some weird random character he can make mommy jokes about but at the end of the day it goes slightly deeper than that lmfao. i could be his selfship awakening 😎 /delusional

🎃 — what is your Halloween costume? Do they match with your f/o?

okay circling back to umesaku—we’re doing a trio costume!!! from kiki’s delivery service <3 i’m kiki, haji is tombo, and haruka is our little jiji 🥹 he’s mad about it but he looks so cute in his kitty ears <3

selfship ask game

[protectivemusesmoving]

fuck it, we ball. let my degenerate flag fly.

"It's not that big of a deal, I'll just self-isolate." Ω-kaveh to α-alhaitham

Alhaitham knew being around omegas could be tough for alphas, especially should one of them being in heat or rut. But fortunately for him, he didn't feel the temptations as easily as majority of alphas did. They were there in the back of his mind, sure, but that was instinct. So, he ignored that as much as he could because it just didn't seem to interest him.

But when Kaveh is living with him and now apparently his heat is starting? Alhaitham, by no means, is worried about his behavior, simply reading on the couch as per usual except for when he closes his book. "I get that, but you still have to live." There's an exasperated sigh as if he's trying to figure out where the stubbornness comes from. "Stay in your room if you want. I can handle bringing you food and whatever else if you're not leaving the house."

"The less you're out near me, the less either of us have to worry. Though it doesn't exactly bother me like majority, I'd rather not find out how long it would take to bother me. So whatever you need, I'll just handle it for you except for when you need to use the bathroom or whatnot." Truth be told, he didn't like the idea of Kaveh going outside. Not like this. Maybe he was protective and didn't realize it, but he couldn't stand the thought, actually. Or the risks.

[erigold13261]

I really need to get some new glasses. I got an updated prescription sometime last year (after like 10 years of not going to the eye doctor) and didn't get new glasses because I couldn't find any frames similar to what I own.

Like legit, the style of frames now are all big and round when I want narrow and square (well rectangular). The ones I did find for a while that were my style were wire frames instead of plastic and/or had the little plastic nubs instead of not having them.

I literally had to pay $20 for these pre-made prescription glasses JUST for the frames so I can send them in, then use them while I send my current frames in so I can keep using these frames that are like over 10 years old.

I also really need to make sure I don't get those progressive lenses or whatever they call when the bifocals merge together instead of being absolutely separate (my bifocals are a small little square at the bottom of my frames, not half, and not a gradient).

Actually, I think progressive frames are ones that turn into sunglasses and whatnot. I also don't want that either. Definitely need to find a new set of frames to get prescription sunglasses (those I will be less worried about shape-wise and probably actually get bigger lenses to protect my eyes from the sun when driving or whatever).

Anyway, just wanted to make a little glasses rant because why not? Oh yea, the whole reason I didn't send my frames in sooner is because I somehow lost the paper that had my prescription on it lol. I can't just buy some of those pre-made prescription glasses because mine are so strong.

I've literally never had someone else with glasses try my glasses on and be able to see out of them. Like I'm absolutely sure there are people with worse eyesight than me, but the people around me are all astonished I can see out of mine because of how magnified they are (especially to non-glasses wearers).

It was actually really funny how, whenever I give my sister my glasses, she asks "you see CLEARLY with these!?!?" like yea bitch, I do. Without them I can't see shit without straining my eyes (or well, my right eye, I can't see shit out of my left one unless I have my glasses on. To the point I need to sometimes cover my left eye when trying to see shit in the bathroom to read while showering).

Okay, little mini rant/story over lol!