#venture bros x reader

[death-by-frisbee]

Pete White x Billy Quizboy x reader headcanons

Okay, starting with Pete, he's so cute and awkward

He's the type of guy to fall asleep on your shoulder --at the most inconvenient times-- but you don't mind cause he's cute.

Yeah, overall he's pretty lazy, but it's a sweet kind of lazy, you know?

He talks a lot about his time as a DJ in college and it's so dorky and earnest you can't help but fall in love

Cuddling with him is kind of uncomfortable at first until you find a position that feels alright for both of you- when you do it's so worth it.

Pete sleeps with his arms draped lazily around you, his head on your shoulder.

His hair is super soft and always smells wonderful, you could bury your face in it. Or, you know, just run your fingers through it

If you ever run into Augustus St. Cloud and he calls Pete "domestic albino", you will ABSOLUTELY be stealing that nickname and annoying the shit out of your poor boyfriend

Ok onto Billy

Billy is much more comfortable to cuddle with than Pete, he's warm and soft and likes to sleep with his head on your chest

They both like getting their hair stroked, but Billy enjoys it the most. Sometimes when the three of you are cuddling, you and Pete will both pet Billy's hair and he loves it

Billy usually hates being picked up like a child but he actually loves when you do it. Usually it's accompanied by a long, intimate hug and you rubbing his back. He loves the feeling so much, he's vulnerable and soft and cuddly and he's yours.

When you three sleep together, it's usually you in the middle with Billy in your arms and Pete wrapped around both you and Billy. Billy used to find it annoying being the little spoon when he and Pete would cuddle but with you it just feels better somehow

You and Pete call him "teddy bear" as an endearing nickname. He pretends he hates it but he has to admit, it does suit him

You get along really well with Billy's mom, Rose. She's over the moon that her precious son has found a partner who loves him unconditionally-- two partners, actually!

[megzscribbleznwordz]

Hii! Could you do some romantic headcanons of Dr. Orpheus plz? 👉👈

Of Course! I love Orpheus... he's such a sweetie pie <3 Maybe it's my love of the dramatics... I had a lot of fun writing for him!

Byron Orpheus

I feel like he’d have the cutest, most awkward crushing phase. He’s been burned by love before, and isn’t exactly fearful but very apprehensive about beginning a new relationship

Especially with his daughter around, he doesn’t want to introduce Triana to any potential partners until he’s certain they’d stick around for a while

Once everyone is adjusted however, his true romantic side comes out

The biggest sweetie pie ever. Like, so genuine and sweet about his affection towards his lover.

Orpheus has the strong tendency to accidentally isolate himself and overwork himself, his lover would definitely need to be the type to catch him and call this out… Realizing the problem is the first step towards fixing it! One he’s made aware of this pattern, Orpheus does his best to break the habit and let his lover in on what exactly keeps him so busy

He does this by planning dates and learning how to practice self-care. He’s a bit rusty when it comes to planning dates, but for a real long-term relationship by god he tries

Common Pet Names include: My Dear/Dearest, My Beloved, My Love

Definitely seeks advice from the other members of The Triad, definitely embarrassed about this fact. What do people even do for dates nowadays? The majority of his own date ideas are somewhat old-fashioned. Things like wine and dining his lover, trips to the bookstore or library, drive-in movies. The Alchemist teases the hell out of him, you can tell when Al’s the guy who gave him the ideas… Orpheus and Jefferson have a similar idea of how a date ought to be, Al has very different ideas then them

Orpheus is very sentimental about his relationships above all else, having a keepsakes from pretty much every date he’s planned. Small things like receipts from dinner, a seashell from a beach trip, tickets from a movie him and his lover saw, things like that. 

[dozing-composing]

Hello! Can You do headcanons of brock with an female s/o that is the Definition of handy like

Do you need a haircut? She can do it

Cook? She can

Treat an infection or wound? She got You covered

That her moto is "Graduated in nothing, expert in everything" as a joke

This Is Going To Sound Weird, But That's Kind Of How I Am, Haha! Well, I Can't Cook That Well. I Can Bake Though! I'm Typically The Handy Person My Family Calls On When Things Need Fixed. So These Might Be A Little Self-Indulgent, Lol.

ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ…

✦ Another handyperson? A handyMA'AM no less? At first, he didn't know how to function. He thought he was being replaced. But no, "it's always good to have extra hands around here," his employer nonchalantly says. But getting to know you, he realizes how you're able to handle the same stuff he does. Which surprises him because in his line of work, you can't be squeamish. ✦ I can imagine him watching as you give the boys a haircut. He leans against the doorframe as you trim one of the boys' hair. And as you finish, they look in the mirror all proud-like. You ask Brock if he'd like a haircut, but he'll shake his head and walk off To which you shrug and put away your supplies. ✦ Seeing you cook is like watching a magic show. Every night, you ask the boys what they want for dinner. And every night, you make that meal. Of course, you cater to everyone also, but you always ask the boys first. "They're growing boys, they need all the strength they can get!" You say with a kindhearted smile. ✦ There is never a dull moment in the Venture family. The boys are constantly getting hurt in one way or another. And thankfully, you know how to clean and treat injuries. Brock once busted his knuckles while knocking down a door to reach the boys. Later, you had a little intimate moment where you bandaged them up and planted a little kiss on them. He's not the only one to get this treatment, but he's the only one you actually mean it for in that way. (; ✦ And if there's ever a fix that needs to be done, you best believe you're on it before Brock can even see what's going on. It lowkey weirds him out because he's usually the first one to get down to it. But you beat him every time, darn it! ✦ If you ever just wanted to hang out with him, you'll just make your way to the garage where he'll most likely be working on his car. Not only does he enjoy your company, but you understand what tool to give when he asks for it. ✦ One time while doing this, he takes a break to just talk to you. He asks how and why you're able to do what you do. Turns out, he already knew the answer. You're just like him, except for being a deadly O.S.I agent and lethal bodyguard. He should've already known. But hearing your story and background is something to truly behold. ⤷"So...College just didn't work out for you?" He takes a quick puff on his cigarette, the smoke exhaling from his nostrils as he breathed. "Oh, no. Couldn't ever afford it. I guess it was one of the many reasons why I started taking so many jobs. I still wanted to learn things. But I wanted skills I could never achieve in school." You spoke with such passion. Each word dripping with emotion as you reflect back on your younger years. "But...That's okay." Suddenly, your bright demeanor came back. You felt pride bubble in your chest. "Because while I'm graduated in nothing..." You turn to him, beaming. "I'm an expert in everything."

[salty-ass-simp]

So I have been wanting to get back into writing fanfics, I literally haven't done it since, like, middle school (so like 8, 9 years?), and I have ideas, but I'm nervous about what to start with, but sense I finished The Venture Bros in like 4-5 days, I might start with that considering how I already have an oc made.

Also, I don't know if no one else knew this and didn't tell me, but like there is a two year difference between s1 to s7, because in s1 ep 11, Orpheus comes in contact with the old Ventrue crew and tells Action man he's gonna die of a stroke or a heart attack, we see the attack happen in s7 ep 3, that is when they find Jonas Sr in the Problem machine. And, with the character I made and doing math (mostly using Rusty's birth year, both 1960 & 1961), I think Season 1 is around 2004/2005, stays like that for like maybe 3 seasons, then progresses to 2006 in whatever season(s) and season 7, maybe a lil earlier, is 2007.

Anywho, hopefully I can convince myself to write the fanfiction and maybe a couple oneshots, headcannons:)

[lambsixtysix]

So What If You're Weird?

⋆ brock samson x coworker!reader - takes place in earlier seasons, 1-3ish ⋆

word count : 904 ⋆₊˚⊹♡

Everyone here was dressed to the nines. You walk behind the boys, pretending like you belonged with the crowd. You look around for your partner - your coworker Brock Samson. He promised back in the X-1 that he'd save you and the boys a table while Doc tried his best to sweet talk himself into another business deal.

The man curses under his breath as he tries to button up his cufflinks. He fidgets with the eyelets, unable to get them in himself.

“Evening, Mr. Bond.” You say as you reach the table, placing your hand down on the off-white tablecloth. His eyes follow up from your hand to your face.

“Look at you in your Sunday best.” He comments, looking you over. He wouldn't admit it, but you sure as hell looked better than him. He couldn't even button up his own cufflinks. “I can say the same for you, Mr. Bond.” Brock chuckles. “How long exactly are you gonna keep goin' with that?” He asks, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you.

You pull a chair out as you think of how to reply. ‘Till this party starts acting like one.” You say back, sitting across from him. Your answer makes Brock smirk to himself.

“Brock!” Dean's voice cracks slightly as he speaks. “Hank got his tie stuck in my tie clip - it-it won't budge!” He says, making a couple of passing eyes look towards you.

So much for keeping it low at a black tie event.

Brock almost gets up from his seat. “C'mere, let me...”

He quickly diffuses the situation between the two. It really didn't take much effort to untangle the boys from each other's necks.

Hank murmurs something under his breath afterwards, Dean follows after him, probably to tell the blond to wait for their dad.

Brock always associated parties with work. Working for Dr. Venture constantly kept him on his heels.

“I never, uh, liked parties that much.” Brock admits, gesturing to himself with the cigarette between his fingers. “I never really fit in. The whole uh, bodyguard thing.” He adds, putting the cigarette to his lips.

Out of respect and habit, he blows the smoke away from you.

“I guess that's something we have in common.” You muse, arms resting on the balcony ledge. “I was always the weird kid growing up. Look at me now, taking care of even weirder kids.” By weirder kids, you gesture behind you with a point of your finger.

Hank and Dean were fighting again. Like kids, even though they were clearly past that age of bickering. Brock looks over to where you're pointing.

A low, appreciative laugh leaves his chest. “You got a point there, partner.” He agrees, not denying your words in the slightest.

The way you look at him makes his chest feel all funny. He sort of hoped the cigarettes he got at the entrance weren't drugged with something. The way you looked at him made him think otherwise.

“Do you think I'm weird, Brock?” You ask, leaning in just enough to speak your words.

The smoke coming from the cherry of his cigarette burns brightly under the moonlight, a trail of nicotine travels up in the air. He tries to think of something sincere to say, something that shows the proof and care he has for you and has had for you over the years it took to earn your trust.

“You are weird.” He says, a bit too straightforward than he wanted to sound. He didn't mean it like that. He did not mean it like that.

God, it was easier in his head. Dean made these types of things easy.

Brock runs his free hand over his face, sighing as smoke escapes his lips. “I meant.. I didn't, uh. Mean it like that.” He says, looking off to the side. Playing the silent, brooding type always worked for him. That's how Brock usually got his way out of things.

“Dean was always better at these things.” You both soften at the mention of one of the boys. “You aren't weird (Y/N). I mean, you are - but.” Brock turns to face you, searching for something you can't quite place. He stares for a long time. The fire he usually had in his eyes seemed to dwindle. Like the soft, flickering flame of a warm fireplace.

Home. You reminded him of home.

You and your little snack bags. You and your obscure movie references you made that you had to explain to him while he worked on his car in the compound garage.

“What I'm trying to say, (Y/N)..I like you for you. You're weird, so what?” he lets out a humorless huff from his chest. “You're a good person. Don't change that.”

Brock puts a large hand on your shoulder, his palm enveloping most of your suit.

“I like you for you too, Brock.” You say back, putting your hand on his.

It takes time for him to process what you had just said. Repeating his syntax verbatim. He gives your shoulder a firm, comforting squeeze in response, a silent promise of protection, of comradery and something more.

“Let's get back inside.” He pats your shoulder, expecting you to follow as he turns on his heel. He flicks his cigarette on the floor and snubs it out with his dress shoe. “The boys must be worried sick.”

⋆ i love brock samson so much, the way he gets all protective with the boys is so cute :((

[viceroywrites]

wedding crashers

henchman 24 x gn!reader

24 had encountered so many unexpected twists and turns in life through his years as a henchman.

From somehow subduing and kidnapping Brock Samson right before the Monarch’s wedding to flying jet packs with his best friend, 21, he feels like he’s prepared for anything life would throw at him.

Except for the crisp, white invitation that sits in his hands announcing his dad’s marriage to his ex-girlfriend.

(part one of two - smut in part two!)

24 had encountered so many unexpected twists and turns in life through his years as a henchman. 

From somehow subduing and kidnapping Brock Samson right before the Monarch’s wedding to flying jet packs with his best friend, 21, he feels like he’s prepared for anything life would throw at him.

Except for the crisp, white invitation that sits in his hands announcing his dad’s marriage to his ex-girlfriend. 

“Aw man, that is rough.” Gary mutters, his yellow glove-covered fingers snatching the invitation from his friend’s tight grip. He looks it over, grimacing at the details, before handing it back over to 24, “So you gonna go?”

“I mean do I have a choice? It’s my dad… plus I’m still paying him back for the Stanza.” 24 groans, burying his face into his hands as he tosses the invitation to the side, laying back on his bed.

“At least you’re not part of the wedding party, that would have been even worse.” Gary offers optimistically, “Well, who knows? Maybe you’ll meet someone and get some action.”

“Fat chance, I’ve met most of my ex-girlfriend’s family and they’re all either super old, super weird or hate my guts for some reason.” 24 sighs, “And my dad’s old so unless I want to sleep with a woman who’s old enough to be my mom, I’ll pass..”

“Well, at least you can get some free alcohol and food out of it.” Gary says, looking over the invitation once again, “Damn dude, they didn’t even let you have a plus one, I would have totally been up for crashing that wedding.”

“I’ll give you a play by play when I get back from it, probably gonna dip after dinner.” 24 sits up, swinging his long legs to the side of the bed, “I’m gonna go tell the boss I’m taking that day off and then I gotta figure out where to get a suit.”

-

The day had finally arrived and thankfully, the ceremony went by quickly.

When he arrived, 24 could practically feel the gazes on him - a mixture of pity from his dad’s side and hatred from his ex-girlfriend’s side. 

He sits awkwardly in the second row, watching his ex-girlfriend and dad exchange vows while surrounded by distant relatives. His body tenses and his stomach churns as they both lean in for their kiss, looking down at his lap. His hands squeeze his knee-caps, the sound of cheering and clapping around him becoming background noise as he zones out.

Following the ceremony, he makes a beeline for the open bar for cocktail hour, ordering a beer. The suit he’s donning that he ended up renting feels even more stuffy than any henchman costume he’s worn as he tugs at the collar, loosening his tie a bit. As the bartender slides the ice cold beer over to him, 24 places a single into the tip jar before taking a hearty chug of the beverage.

Not wanting to mingle, he stays glued to the open bar, nursing his second beer. A few distant relatives greet him with pleasantries as they grab their drinks, and he winces each time they give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, telling him some variant of “You can do better and you’ll find the one eventually.”

“I’ll take whatever glass of red you’ve got.” 

24 glances over to see an unfamiliar face, certain that he knew everyone attending this wedding. He knows for a fact that you aren’t anyone within his dad’s friends circle, considering that you look closer in age to him, and he’s met all of his ex’s friends who were all bridesmaids. He’s intrigued and his eyes linger, assessing your features as well as your figure that is accentuated by your outfit.

His stare doesn’t go unnoticed, your eyes snapping up to meet his eyes. 24 quickly averts his gaze though he’s too late as you thank the bartender as he hands you a wine glass and make your way over to him. 

You catch this stranger’s eyes lingering on you, and you’re pleasantly surprised that he’s actually quite cute, and also standing there alone. 

Curiosity peaking and desperate to get away from another interrogation about your dating life, you greet him with a relaxed smile, taking a sip of your wine, “Mind if I join you? I’m trying to get away from making awkward small talk with old people I barely remember.”

“Sure, that’s what I’m trying to do too.” 24 says, his voice wavering a bit as he’s surprised your reaction to his staring isn’t one of disdain.  

“Nice to meet you, by the way. Should have led with the introduction first.” You chuckle, extending your hand out and offering your name. 24 takes your hand, shaking it with an awkward grin, “Doug Jr. but you can just call me Doug.”

“Doug Jr? I’m guessing the groom’s your dad.” You put two and two together fairly quickly, glancing between the man before you and his dad who is across the room, chatting with his friends with his much younger bride by his side.

“Yeah, that’s my dad…” Doug trails off, rubbing the back of his neck as he hopes he can avoid going into further detail by quickly asking, “I’m guessing you know the bride?”

“Family friend, our moms were good friends in college, we grew up together but stopped talking once my family moved away. My mom dragged me to be her plus one since my dad couldn’t make it.” You explain, jerking your head to the two women standing a few feet away from the open bar, chatting up a storm. 

Doug glances over your shoulder at the pair, quickly looking away as his ex-girlfriend’s mom catches him gazing. “That explains why I don’t recognize you…” He mutters to himself.

“Hm?” You say, not quite catching what he last said due to the background noise of chatter.

“Nothing!” 24 quickly stammers, tugging anxiously at his uncomfortable tie. His Adam's apple bobbing as he sees your mom and his ex-girlfriend’s mom approaching. 

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna go find our table, I’ll see you inside!” Your mom calls out to which you turn your head, giving her a nod before turning your attention back to the lanky man before you. “I’m surprised you aren’t a part of the groomsmen, considering your dad’s the groom.”

Your comment caught him off guard and before he can fumble out a white lie, the bride’s mother swoops in, wrapping an almost protective arm around you. “Glad you could make it, dear.” She regards you in an endearing manner before giving a slightly less warm response to 24, “Same to you, Doug. Didn’t think you were coming considering the circumstances.”

Doug tensed at her sudden presence, taking a quick swig of his beer to muster up some liquid courage to respond. “Well, it is my dad’s wedding. Just came to support him.” He attempts to say nonchalantly but his tone comes out a bit shaky and nervous. You quickly catch onto it, eyes darting between him and her. 

“Well, hope we can put that behind us. It’s water under a bridge now, at this point.” She replies curtly before letting go of her hold on your shoulders, reaching to give him a pat on the arm. Thankfully, your mom calls out for her, waiting by the doorway to the banquet hall. She dismisses herself, leaving the two of you standing there awkwardly.

“Well that was weird… what was that all about?” You say in a lighthearted manner but blink as Doug stares back at you with eyes the size of dinner plates. He looks like a deer in the headlights, his hand holding his beer slightly shaking. “You okay?” You say, concerned as you place your hand on his wrist.

This snaps him out of his trance and he can’t hold it back any more.

The pent up emotions finally burst through and he decides to let it out on you.

“No, I just watched my dad get married to my ex-girlfriend and everyone’s acting like that’s not the most fucked up thing ever. It’s practically incest!” Doug dumps all this information out before taking a swig of his beer. You stare back at him in disbelief, blinking as you digest all this information. Immediately, he attempts to take it back, “Oh crap, I’m sorry. I totally just trauma dumped on you.”

In response, you turn your head to the bartender, slipping a ten dollar bill into the tip jar, “Hey, can we get two shots of tequila? Keep em coming, all night.”

You turn back to face 24, ”Don’t apologize, I can’t believe you even showed up. I would have torn this whole place apart.” You say, handing a shot glass over to him, “I’ll keep you company, be your drinking buddy for the night. Cause there’s no way we’re getting through the rest of tonight sober.”

Doug stares back at you in awe, a sense of relief filling his body as he felt like he was going crazy that no one could see how ridiculous this whole scenario was, “I was already way ahead of you for that plan.” He grins, tipping the shot back, wincing slightly at the harsh taste.

Your lips spread into a wide grin as well, tossing back your shot as well.

“Let’s see what table you’re at, maybe we can swap seats. I’m sure my mom will be fine without me.” You say, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the banquet hall.

–

You end up switching seats with one of Doug’s relatives who did not protest when asked, giving Doug a sly smile and a pat on the shoulder before heading over to the other table.

After scarfing down the free food and having a few more beers and shots in your system, the two of you sit at the table, while all the other guests have flocked to the dance floor. Doug’s tie sat on the white tablecloth, his top buttons undone as he quickly got tired of the stuffy attire.

“The worst part is that I didn’t even know they were dating! The wedding invitation just showed up at my doorstep.” Doug ranted, his cheeks tinted pink after having a handful of drinks in his system, “Like jeez, a bit of warning would’ve been nice.”

Your cheeks mirrored the same rosy hue as you shook your head in disbelief, chuckling dryly, “God, that’s so fucked.” You glance over your shoulder, nose wrinkling at the sight of the newlyweds dancing, the already odd image looking even more gross the longer you stared. 

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you dodged a bullet. I’m sure you already knew this but she’s super high-maintenance. When we were growing up, she’d throw a tantrum whenever another kid had anything slightly nicer than what she owned. She always had to have the best.” You say with a light-hearted tone, placing a hand over Doug’s and squeezing it.

He can practically hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears at your touch and is thankful that the flush of his cheeks masks how his face heats up. “Well, I guess she decided my dad’s the best. I definitely couldn’t give her the lifestyle she wanted with my job and all.” Doug sighs, slightly dejected as he looks past your shoulder to see his dad and his ex-girlfriend beaming at each other.

You can tell what he’s staring at and decide to make a bold move in the hopes of taking his mind off the depressing circumstances. Your fingers quickly intertwine with his, tugging him up to his feet. Doug stares at you in surprise and confusion and you begin pulling him towards the dance floor, “Dance with me.”

“You sure? I have two left feet so don’t get mad at me if I accidentally step on your big toe or something.” Doug stammered but he didn't protest, letting you lead him. The lights are dim, your faces illuminated by the varying shades of colors. His clammy palms find their way on your hips as your arms wrap around his neck. The two of you sway to the music, awkward at first but slowly but surely you match the tempo.

Doug swallows a gulp, his gaze looking everywhere but your eyes. He hasn’t been this close to someone since his ex-girlfriend and just the feeling of your fingertips brushing against the nape of his neck is driving him wild. He is almost 100% he has a growing boner, praying that the dark material of his slacks and the dim lights masks it. 

“You haven’t stepped on any of my toes yet, is this a new personal record?” You tease with a grin, admiring the adorable flush across his cheeks before your gaze trails down to the exposed skin that his slightly unbuttoned shirt shows off.

“To be honest, I’ve never danced with someone like this before.” Doug admits, finally looking down at you. His knees almost buckle as he melts under your gaze that looks up at him with an intensity he’s never experienced. 

Your lips curl into a smile as he finally meets your eyes, “Really? Not even at like those awkward high school dances?”

“Do I look like the type of guy that would even have a date to a dance?” Doug says in a deadpan tone. 

“Hey, you got a girlfriend at one point, didn’t you?” You chuckle.

“Yeah and you saw how that turned out.” Doug comments wryly.

Everything around the two of you seems to fade into the background, caught up in each other’s banter. The tension between the two of you is thick, waiting to see who will make the first move.

“Give yourself some credit, you’re pretty handsome.” You admit, the dangerous combination of the drinks in your system and wanting to feel more of Doug’s touch leading you to throw caution into the wind as you threw him a compliment.

“What’re you, blind? I mean I’m lucky to be even dancing with you, look at you!” Doug scoffs back, the compliment rolling off his tongue carelessly.

You both stared at each other for a prolonged period of time after both of you have admitted your attraction to one another. You lean forward, breaking the gap between the two of you as you press your lips eagerly against his. Doug’s eyes widen, the grip on your hips tightening before he shuts his eyes.

You two lock lips for what feels like an eternity before Doug reluctantly pulls away, an apology already stumbling out, “Oh shit, I-”

You tug slightly against the nape of his neck to pull him in closer, taking some control despite the clear height difference between the two of you. He yelps, quickly silenced as your eyes gaze into his intensely, “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Doug quickly follows your command, his sweaty palms reaching up to cup your cheeks. Both of your heads tilt to deepen the lip lock. The lanky henchman lets you take the lead, his inexperience showing as you take the initiative to slide your tongue against his. 

The taste of beer and tequila linger on your tongue as Doug finally musters up the courage to tangle his tongue against yours. You slowly pull away with a grin, almost giggling as you practically hear a whine emanate from Doug’s throat. 

“Wanna get out of here? I’m all for continuing this make-out sesh but I’d prefer not doing it in the middle of a dance floor where people are starting a Conga line near us.” You chuckle breathlessly, nodding towards the crowd that had started to form in front of the DJ booth to start a conga line.

“Sure… wanna just make out in the back of my Stanza? There’s a lesser chance of us getting caught there than any of the bathrooms.” Doug offers.

“I’m game, it’s like we’re teenagers again.” You laugh as Doug takes your hand, “Lead the way.”

You both walk out of the reception unnoticed, and Doug gets to leave without even thinking about his dad and ex-girlfriend’s marriage. 

[orisquirrelking]

I write for venture bros now 👍👍👍

[harveywritings92]

Blitzo and Reader are exploring their target's abandoned home, apparently they were some big super villain wannabe back in the 50-60s, there wasn't really much to see until they found the target's secret lair and Blitzo has fanboy moment.]

Blitzo: Aww no fuckin' way! A late '60s ultra death ray! She's amazing! Saddle operated with Doom Co. gearing. Freakin' gorgeous.

R/n: If this were a person, I'd marry it.

Blitzo: And I'd jeopardize our friendship by nailing your hot spouse.

[death-by-frisbee]

Phantom Limb x reader headcanons

These are probably out of character but I don't care. I love him.

He's a horrible person but god will he treat you RIGHT

Please listen to him while he's speaking about the things that interest him, no matter how small they are. They may seem trivial but he's bearing his soul when he does that

Additionally, he LOVES when you infodump to him. He might not know a thing about what you're telling him but who cares, he's interested because you are.

Physically, his limbs don't feel any different from when they were visible. This is true on your end and his. So you'll be able to feel them and he'll feel you touching them.

He's also PATHETIC AF. I'm sorry but when you have this man as your boyfriend, he will be wrapped around your finger whether you like it or not. He talks a big game but at the end of the day he's just really, really lonely.

Small affectionate gestures make him melt. A kiss on his cheek, a light caress of his waist, a whispered reassurance that you love him- all of those may seem small to you, but they are monumental to him. It's you showing him you're not afraid to be intimate and touch him like so many others are.

In fact, he was afraid of being intimate for a long while after what happened with Dr. Girlfriend. He doesn't want to admit his faults, but he's very aware of them.

He actively tries to be a better boyfriend when he's with you. He's too arrogant to admit that out loud, but he does his absolute best to listen to you and communicate consistently regarding your boundaries and his.

Okay onto the REAL FLUFF

He loves cuddling with you more than anything. And he's the best partner to cuddle with- he has such a nice, relaxing energy.

Not creepy in the slightest when you're cuddling with him. It's not sexual, it's just intimate and loving.

Please stroke his hair, it makes him melt

Speaking of things that make him melt, laying your head on his chest is a definite way to do that

Such a little spoon, oh my god. He just wants to be held and caressed more than anything.

He might be a little insane but he loves you and that's what matters

[megzscribbleznwordz]

Can I request henchman 21 x reader dating head canons , you are so epic thanks yous

OOOUUGGGHHH Good taste good taste! Gary is a very surprisingly deep character, I had a lot of fun writing for him!

Gary / Henchman 21

Gary is a bit awkward in both the early relationship and pre-relationship crushing stage. His cheeks flush a bit, he stutters a bit when talking to you, and he takes on a better posture in an attempt to make himself seem more put together and confident around you. Other than this, he doesn’t really change too much about how he talks to you / how he himself acts

 This is because he is a firm believer in the concept of getting his crush to love the ‘real him’, he never hides who he is or what he likes and is ecstatic that you return his affections especially because of this. He’d probably be the type to wait to be confessed too, but will confess if he has a long-term crush.

Gary is a massive nerd, like canon. He will 100% talk your ear off about Marvel movies, Star Trek, Star Wars, and all sorts of other media. He gives you the same grace, offering an ear to listen whenever you feel comfortable enough to be open about your interests

Common Dates include: Different media Conventions, Movie nights and theater trips, shopping and taking walks together

He tries to keep his relationship with you separate from his working/henching life as much as possible, but with how over-eager The Monarch is you’ve probably at least met Gary’s bosses if not become odd friends with them

Gary is a very service-oriented lover, protecting and helping you makes him feel like he really matters to you, and that you appreciate him and his abilities

Best hugger, literally like ever. It’s the chunky stomach and muscular arms combo, nothing feels more secure than when he wraps his arms around you after a tiring day of henching

Common Pet Names include: Honey, Baby, Babe, Ashayam (And other Star Trek / Nerdy types), Angel (in more tender moments)

[vip3r-r]

could I request some venture cuddling headcanons with a fem s/o?? 🤭

I LOVEEE VENTURE CUDDLES— I just know that mf would LOVE to watch you do your things in your phone you’re their face is hidden behind your head, hands playing with your body and just poking you for funnnn

Warning— nothing pure fluff and love (probably bad spelling)

Would LOVEE to be the big spoon

Like hear me out, they want to hold you and think “oh man, I got this cool person just for me! Cool!”

I like to think they would perfect to cuddle with you while you’re in the top, like rubbing your back or maybe scratching your head while they tell you something, realizing you fell asleep and switch up to the spooning position and just falls asleep with you

If you’re the big spoon tho

Sloane LOVES it when you scratch their head, the feeling of relaxation going through their head while you scratch it is out of this world

Loves to give you a kiss here and there

Is the type of person who randomly shakes when they’re way too relax and forget to breathe

Bites you

I just wanted to say that ngl

They wouldn’t ask for cuddles like a normal human, no no no

They would see you in bed, ran, jump and land on top of you and scream at you “let’s cuddle!”

I feel like after a day of work, they would just take off everything put some pj pants (no shirt) and just relax in bed because even if they do love their job it’s hard sometimes yk?

[dozing-composing]

Can you do some Pete X Nerdy!Reader (either dating or platonic) headcanons, the person is mainly an chaotic and eccentric tech-savvy nerd who is also a gamer and someone that’s possibly Pete’s match.

(I’m not a simp but “(y/n)” is based off of an VBros OC I made for the LOLz and I happen to love your writing SM and I tip my hat to you 🎩)

Thank You, My Good Friend! I Really Hope I Did This Justice. P.S. I Love Your Art! You Really Capture The Venture Energy So Well! Your Sketches And Everything Are Amazing!

ɴᴇʀᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ…

๋࣭ ⭑ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ

✦ He's amazed that there's someone else out there like him. He loves Billy and all, but he just doesn't get it like you do. ✦ You may not understand too much in the chemistry side of science, but your knowledge for computers and technology makes up for it. ✦ He'll sometimes call the group "Charlie's Angels" as a joke, but it's actually got some truth to it. You, Billy, and himself are usually thrust into some sort of trouble, only to weasel out of it one way or another. However, you're the main one that's often "jumping before you're thinking," as Billy calls it. ✦ The amount of times you would just show up at his place out of the blue is uncanny. He doesn't question it, nor does he mind it. You'll come in nonchalantly and just crash on his couch and start up a good game of Smash (or whatever you prefer). ✦ You'll share game codes and cheats with him. Some, he's never even heard of! He's a little old school, but he also has grown with the times and has acquired more game knowledge as the time passes. But ever since you entered his life and introduced some newer things....well, he's dumbfounded to say the least. ✦ Things can get real competitive when it comes to games. Things can get competitive in general! Sometimes, you guys will make random bets and butt heads about certain things. It's all in good fun though. ✦ This.

๋࣭ ⭑ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

✦ A match made in heaven. You are so him, omg. You both get each other. ✦ Automatic pet name for each other is "fella." Yeah, even you call him that too. It's just, you both have so much in common that it rubbed off on you. ✦ Lover's quarrels are far and few in between, but they happen. Don't worry, they're not as heated as you think they are. They're usually disagreements about certain coding or inventions, or whatever the case may be. This is where that competitiveness strikes through. ✦ Blasting cheesy love songs while you're both working on something, but you both aren't really paying attention because you're focused on your partner so whatever y'all are working on malfunctions and you both have to start over>>>> ✦ Whenever you make a reference to something, he calls you a nerd, but in the most loving way you can think of. You're his nerd, and he's your nerd. <3 ✦ Those nights where you both just chill out and spend quality time with each other, playing whatever relaxing, cozy game you can think of are his favorite type of nights. ✦ He sneaks kisses when he's passing by you in the lab. If you're working on something, he'll act like he's also working, carrying something and walking behind you just so he can plant a kiss at the top of your head.

[salty-ass-simp]

the fanfic I was writing didn't save, I am going to violently vomit<3:D✨️

the only good thing is that I remember it, I am crying.

slightly🪩🦐

and it was gonna have Sheila and Gary in it😔

[elclassicohater]

Now that MHA is over I just have a couple of thanks to give

Thank you, Izuku Midoriya..

For proving why there is better than you...

Thank you Horikoshi..

For proving that there are better super hero parodies than this magnum condom you call a magnum opus...

Thank YOU MHA fans everywhere..

For being the most toxic cesspit of a fanbase that set the bar for much more to follow in your footsteps...

Thank you, ALL of you

YOU are the true heroes

[all-gummed-up-inside]

I’ve cleared my inbox!!! I am no longer as busy with school!!! And I am ready to take requests once more!!!