#you are so so cute and adored don't let anyone tell you otherwise

[wildelydawn]

can i confess i have a platonic crush on you? 🫣 too much of a coward to tell you directly i’ll say it through here but it’s been on my mind for a while and yeah i just care about you a lot ❤️

You're making me blush. Yes, you can confess all you want onto me, and I will gently pat your head and tell you how much I adore you for saying so. I care about you too, immensely, whoever you are, so don't you forget that. Thank you for making my whole day, I have the biggest smile on right now.

[is-it-cute-gf-au-edition]

Hey, thanks for calling my blog "otherwise good content" when most of my stuff is focused on Ford Pines. Seems kinda like a backhanded compliment, but maybe you're just rude IRL. I'm an understanding person.

Anyway, who are you to decide what is and isn't cute? I, personally, think Ford Pines is ADORABLE! I mean, look at him!!! Someone sent me this picture of him with his head stuck in a trash can! TELL ME that isn't some America's Funniest Home Videos (pet category) shit.

Also, apparently, the other guy in the picture punched the person who took the photo? IDK who he is, but he looks like Ford, so maybe Cipher made a clone? Clone's less cute, though. Explain that with your fucking rating system

Hi,

Okay, I'm going to clear a few things up for my followers.

First of all: I really don't want to come off as passive aggressive. That's not what I'm about, and as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't help anyone to be anything but completely up front when you're on the internet.

I'm sorry if my comment seemed backhanded. I started following Jellyskink back when she mostly posted OC character designs, when I was in a hardcore comics and graphic design phase. I haven't kept up with the blog regularly since. I am truly sorry for misrepresenting you here. (I really, truly am a fan of your work.)

With that said, I am not going to be passive aggressive about this. I'm being explicit: THE FORD PINES REPOSTS ARE NOT OKAY. How do I even begin to explain that you're reposting videos of a grown human man being treated as a pet, and not even well?

I rate content based on whether the pets in them are actually displaying "cute" behavior (playful, friendly, well-trained, healthy) or if they're showing signs of distress and mistreatment. That's my rating system. The fact that people want me to "rate" an adult human man when it is, again, against interdimensional law to treat sophonts as pets/livestock and humans are a sophont species, is already kind of weird.

But, hey. I'm willing to play along. I'm a good sport. If they're pet videos, I'll check to make sure that the pet isn't showing signs of distress or abuse!

Except he definitely is.

Jellyskink, let's just give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you're just really bad at reading the room. I'm telling you now: Ford Pines is in obvious distress in practically all of these video clips. I don't think you care. I think you're a Cipher Loyalist and thinks the dorito can just treat Ford however he wants because he's a god. But if you're not, prove it: stop posting exploitative Ford Pines videos. They aren't even your flapping videos, you're reposting them. Go back to making cheesy OC Do Not Steal art. That contributed to the world.

Now, about the picture, since you asked:

RATING: NOT CUTE.

This is a guy who got assaulted with a trash can!! Even if this wasn't a human I'd be rating this not cute! It's horrible! And you know what else makes it not cute? You know how I always give things a bad rating when the handler or the person taking the video isn't being safe with it? Well, the guy taking the picture is 100% about to get assaulted. You know why?

THAT IS STANLEY PINES. Is he Ford's clone? I don't know - how do you count identical twins? Cipher didn't make him, they're brothers. You can literally look it up. How are you a so-called Ford Pines fan and you don't even know who Stanley Pines is? He's the sole proprietor of the anomaly distributor Pines Profundities. It's public record. He's in the New York business registry.

So, yeah. The guy taking the picture of a grown man stuck in a garbage can was being pretty stupid and is about to get punched by the man's brother, because that's what happens when you're a jerk to random strangers in New York.

[wowcatboys]

Can you do the head canons set for Yone and Sett like you did for Kayn??? Thank you !!!!

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HEARTSTEEL SETT / READER ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW (Light sexuality, nothing explicit.) ♡ Hi my dear! Wasn't sure if you meant the relationship ones or kiss ones—Yone is getting both in upcoming separate posts, and I've already done Sett kisses here ! Hope you enjoy these :D

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SETT

Sett's most sensitive spot is his ears. They're dreamy soft, like velvet but thicker, and oh-so-warm. When you play with them he goes weak in the knees, tilting his head towards your gentle hands and letting out a low groan. He adores when you play with them. If he plops his head in your lap and looks up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, chances are an ear-rub is what he's begging for.

After Sett smashes out a great lifting session, he usually sends you a mirror selfie. He just wants to tell you he had a great workout, and he loves when you encourage him, so it's mostly innocent. But come on...he's shining with sweat, his muscles look fucking huge, and he's got that flushed-cheek, out of breath smile. How are you not supposed to ogle him a little bit? If you accuse him of trying to turn you on with his gym selfies he goes 'no wayyyyyy'. The next picture he says—one of him winking at you, with the hem of his shirt pulled tight between his sharp teeth and his glorious abs on display—says otherwise.

Sett's social media pages consist of basically two things: gymbro shit and cute animal videos. He spams you with the latter. Expect lots of pictures of housecats cuddling ("us", he captions) and videos of dogs doing tricks ("do u think we could teach earnest that??" Probably not, you tell him, but you find him on the kitchen floor the next morning trying to get the poor dog to do a flip anyway).

Sett is all for pet-names, and rarely calls you by your given name. He  goes with the classic "babe" a lot. Sometimes he likes to spice it up by sprinkling in nicknames like "hot stuff" or "sweets". If he's being cheeky, he'll give you a teasing smirk and call you his "favorite groupie".

Sett loves staying active (obviously) and he's always down to try something new. If you're for hurting date ideas, take him rollerskating, rock climbing, or swimming. And, if you're really brave? Ask him and the rest of the Heartsteel guys to go paint-balling with you. Bless his heart, he will try so hard to protect you and hyper-carry your team but his aim just isn't that good. (Predictably, Sett ends up covered in paint-splashes. He's nothing if not a good meat shield.)

For your first Christmas together, Sett's mom knits you a beanie to match his. "Oh, you two are adorable," she beams as her son excitedly tugs the warm hat over your ears. Once you've earned the beanie, trust that you've got Mama's approval on lock.

Anyone that wrongs you is on Sett's shit-list for life. He's a hothead and he knows how to hold a fucking grudge. If you complain about your boss or come to him teary-eyed because a friend blew off plans, he's fuming. "That fucking asshole," he snarls. Of course, he sets aside his fury to comfort you. Just know that a lifelong beef has been started and he's going to scowl every time you bring that person's name up again.

After a hard workout, Sett loves to tease you by pulling you in for a sweaty bear-hug. Don't worry, though—he's always down to hit the showers with you right after.

Sett knows his way around the human body—he's got a near medical knowledge of muscle groups, nerves, and effective stretches just from his time in the gym. What does this mean for you, though? The best fucking massages in the entire universe. The moment you complain about a kink in your neck or a sore back Sett's cracking his knuckles. "Okay, hot stuff," he says, placing his gentle hands on your tight muscles. "Where exactly does it hurt?" Of course, you don't need to be in pain to get a massage—Sett's eager to touch you any chance he can get. Pout a little and ask if he can pretty please rub your neck, and his hands are on you before you can finish your sentence.

Since he's a cuddle-bug and serial napper, plan on spending a fair amount of time snuggled up in Sett's bed. He keeps sweatpants in his closet for you so you can be comfy during cuddle-seshes. Honestly, though, he prefers if you skip the pants altogether and chill out in your underwear and one of his old t-shirts. He tends to take a fabric scissors to any of his shirts with sleeves—your favorite sleep shirt, though? He mercifully leaves that one alone.

Sett's a massive show-off. Anytime you're on your tippy-toes trying to reach the top shelf or you're struggling with the pickle jar, Sett swoops in with an "Oh, lemme get that for ya!" And if he's flexing extra hard opening the jar or stretching his arms so that just the teeeeeeeniest bit of his shirt slips up, exposing his six-pack...well. You might as well enjoy the show, right?

Even though he wears lifting gloves, Sett's hands get chapped and calloused, anyway. He constantly steals your lotion. If you catch him swiping it out of your bag his ears go back and he offers you a sheepish, "sorry, hon...", but does he stop?  No chance. He pops the top and slathers it on his hands, anyway. "Whaaaaaat?" he whines as you stare him down. "If I'm all rough and whatever you'll stop holding hands with me."

You and Sett have a frankly obscene amount of plushies. There's an endless sea of plush on your bed, plus a good handful on his, but he just. keeps. buying. more. You'd complain, since it makes finding a comfy position to sleep a battle sometimes, but come on... how can you say no to a sugarcone furyhorn? Fucking impossible.

Sett's favorite way to pull you closer is by your belt loops. He hooks his fingers through and gives your hips a light tug, loving the surprised squeak you give when you bump into his massive frame.

Sett has a metal water bottle with him at all times (gotta stay hydrated)! Even though he rolls his eyes when you paste cute stickers on it, you notice that he never peels them off.

[starlitiris]

Hi, I wanted to say I adore your writing!! You don't have to do this request if you don't want to, but I'd love to hear your headcannons for how the troupe (or specifically Uvo, Pakunoda, and Shalnark) react to an s/o that likes to give them love bites♡ (Not sexually, just affectionate biting!)

I sincerely apologize for being months late to this holy shit, I had a lot of shit going on right after i got this ask and i was just tired and OUGH but here it is

I hope my goofy ass writing makes up for the wait </3 and I hope I didn’t make them too out of character 😭 been a minute since I wrote for hxh

And ty for enjoying my writing i’m very glad that you do!!!

If anyone wants me to do this for other hxh characters, phantom troupe or otherwise, LMK!!! I’d love to give that a shot >:)

Love Bites! (Phantom Troupe Headcanons)

Shalnark

- I can imagine you and Shal are cuddling on the couch in the home you share

- He has an arm around you, holding you close while he scrolls through whatever on his phone

- You don’t know what he’s looking at. Nor do you care. You want attention.

- You gently grab the hand that’s on you and CHOMP

- Well. It’s not really a CHOMP. It’s just a little nibble.

- “Huh?-“ He looks at you.

- He looks befuddled.

- But then he smiles!

- Intrigued and amused, he asks: “What are you doing?”

- “You’re not paying attention to me, so I’m making you,” you tell him with a devious little smirk

- “Oh, really?” The amusement in his expression morphs into something much more mischievous.

- “Uh huh,” you say before biting his fingers again, a little harder this time

- “Hey!” He shouts through a giggle

- He grabs one of your hands and bites YOU. Not any harder than you bit him, though. He wouldn’t wanna hurt his beloved <3

- You squeal and try to pull your hand away, but he doesn’t let you.

- He keeps nipping at you while you giggle and screech at him to stop

- Eventually he tackles onto your back on the couch

- He squishes your sides attacks your shoulder, neck and ear with playful nibbles

- “SHAL!” You laugh. “S-STOP IT!!”

- “What? I’m giving you attention now, isn’t this what you wanted?” He retorts before resuming his attack

- I’m sorry, Reader. You lost this battle.

Pakunoda

- Arghh your girlfriend/fiancée/wife is so pretty

- You adore her so much. Sooo so much that you cannot put it into words

- You can put it into actions, though!

- With the utmost love and care, you lift her hand to your face, kiss the back of her hand, and very very gently nibble on her dainty wrist.

- She makes a small noise indicating she was caught off guard, and she looks at you with a look of befuddlement

- “What on earth are you doing?” She asks

- You remove her wrist from your teeth and look up at her with a sweet lil smile. “Biting you.”

- “Why?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

- “Because I love you.”

- She stares

- And blinks

- Then smiles, emitting a chuckle

- “You are strange,” she tells you.

- “Does this bother you?” You ask, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

- “Not at all, my love.”

- You grin and gently nibble at her wrist again.

- Strange as you may be, she finds you adorable.

- This will become a common occurrence.

Uvogin

- You and Uvo are having a picnic date!! Cute!!

- Right now you’re listening to him ramble on about a recent job he had

- He retells his favorite moments from the adventure enthusiastically

- You love watching him get enthusiastic and passionate about things. Even if it is, uh… theft and murder sometimes. But you find it charming!

- “-Anyway, you should’ve been there. It was the most fun I had on a job in a while!” He finishes his story and takes a big ol’ bite from his sandwich.

- An idea strikes you. Muhaha

- “Hey Uvo, gimme your hand,” you tell him, reaching out your own two hands to hold his massive one

- “Huh? Why?”

- “Just gimme. Give.”

- He gives you a questioning look before complying and giving his hand to you.

- You grab it, pull it closer to you and chomp one of his fingies

- You don’t bother with being gentle. The man has iron skin, you could probably bite him as hard as possible and it would barely tickle

- Uvogin snorts. “What the hell are you doing?”

- You let go. “What’s it look like?”

- “Why are you biting me?” He grins, finding your goofy ass to be very cute and charming as always.

- “Cause I wanna!” You bite him again.

- “Fuckin’ weirdo.” He lets you gnaw away at his hand and continues eating his sandwich.

- He snickers when you literally say “grr” as you’re biting him.

- He loves you. He loves you and all your quirks.

Sorry if this was too short but i hope you enjoyed nonetheless 🕺

[merakiui]

I know it's not about them but I just read the Halloweenie details you shared (I'M SO EXCITED FOR IT I KNOW IT'LL BE FANTASTIC!!!!) and I just. Fellow and Giddyyy 😭😭😭 my sillies! everytime you mentioned them I giggled.... Boss Fellow is such a yummy concept to me and also him having a soft spot for the kiddos,,,,,, he's such a dad. And gidel !!! My son, the best matchmaker out there, I can just picture him doing the heart chart jfdnfdjdj he's so cute, Fellow's so lucky actually because pursuing anyone would be so easy if he uses Gidel as the secret ultimate weapon. You just can't say no to that cute kid so me personally I'd very happily go out with his dad big bro and anything the lil boy asks me to-

I adore them both... sorry Skully this is about you but I just got distracted 😔

>w< hehehe I love Fellow and Gidel's roles in Halloweenie!!! They're so beloved!!

The entire cast is so found (work) family!!! Fellow sort of watched those kids grow up and go through character development (Rollo and Reader started working there when they were 18 and Skully when he was 15). Those are his liabilities (affectionate). Just don't let those three know he cares so much, otherwise they will exploit him with this new knowledge. I just love the idea of Fellow having a soft spot for them. Yes, they all get on his nerves sometimes. Yes, it feels like looking after a group of rowdy kids. But they're all so obviously troubled, and the Halloween store is kind of like their home away from home. It's comforting for their group of misfits, and Fellow looks out for them in his own ways. <3

But also,, they're all schemers who learned from the best (bad influence). Fellow is like "my goodness, who taught these dependable scholars such deceitful manners?!" And then seconds later he's like "oh, wait. I did! :D" the greatest life skill is being an actor, he'll tell you. Fake it until you make it. You never know how honest (lol) that advice of his is. I just love the idea that Fellow taught you how to get better at blending your eyeshadow and other makeup looks just as he helped Skully to feel more comfortable and confident being himself.

Fellow is going to give all of them the opportunity to make mistakes and learn in his shop. To be the mentor to them that he needed when he was growing up,, if that makes sense. Like when he teaches Gidel the alphabet and how to write out the letters in his card.

And Gidel!!! He adores you, Rollo, and Skully. Those are his friends!!! :D and Fellow's pleased to see everyone getting along with him. The heart chart is so silly,,, I can imagine Gidel pretending to scrutinize it and Skully is on the edge of his seat like: "omg omg!! What does it mean, Gidel?!" And he fanboys when Gidel colors it in just a little bit more. ✨ progress ✨

Fellow really does have the upper hand if he's pursuing a darling who has a soft spot for children and loves to care for them!! He can play the role of single dad or big brother who has to take on a fatherly role because it's just him and Gidel, and you'll immediately sympathize and want to help out. Fellow gets a darling and Gidel gets another big sibling/parental figure. >:D all according to plan.

[serxinns]

I was wondering if you could do Yandere MHA like how they would treat a chubby reader cause I’m pretty chubby and I’d love that :3

OFC CHUBBY READERS ARE BEAUTIFUL AND DESERVE LOVE TOO!!!

They would treat you like a God/Goddess! The girls and boys would fight over who gets to hang out with you 1st

Mina would dress you up in cute outfits you are comfortable with (she loves pink and black on you! But she'll dress you up in any way you are comfortable It makes her feel like you're all hers! But you don't know that yet momo would buy the whole mall for you! (She did already) you want that adorable necklace sold! Present for you! Do you wanna go to a hot topic and get all your favorite anime merch? Here you go! You want that new console that just got out a week ago why not get a console that isn't even out yet!? She loves seeing you smile you thought she was a very kind friend when she's just showing you what's it like to be hers and hers only

Tsuyu you take you swimming at times if the pools close somewhere private like a secret majestic garden with just the two of you so nobody with bother you and while you're amazed by the beauty tsuyu admires your beautiful face and figures she just wants to cuddle up on you and pinch your cheeks she couldn't wait to have you all hers~ Jirou comes out aw a tough little tsundere at times but when it comes to you her heart Is melting and she barely, ale complete sentences and she's only soft but a bit of a tsu she would show off her earphone tricks would blush over any outfit you wear (she once saw a bit of your stomach showing and she and the class was flustered and simping)

Izuku is just drawing down everything about you even things you don't even know yourself he offers to walk with you to school (since you his neighbor) and glare at anyone who gives you a look whether be judging or drooling he makes sure that they dont mess whats his bakugo would force you to walk with him saying that damn Deku doesn't know where the bus stop is and would talk about the extras I'm his group

Denki would occasionally flirt with your ur main gamer buddy, but he's personally a geek for manga comics and would rant to you about the latest chapter or one of his favorite characters heck he even imagined you cosplaying one of his favorite characters!!! Oh God dude would be dying thanking the lord for this gift he secretly writes fanfics of his favorite character x and would make their personality similar to yours and make of bunch of fanart of you in a different bunch of outfits he can't wait until he shows it off to you they'll surely win your heart!

Kiri is your hype man and best friend when he saw you smash those villains with a single fist this dude was head over HEELS just overlooking completing how manly you are ugh this dude would be blushing HARD he would rant to his best friend Katsuki about how manly you are and wished he could have muscles like that as well!! If anyone says otherwise or shames you for your body this dude will go protective mode he will make a rant about how Amazing beautiful and manky you are and will start going a bit personal a bit saying how you'll date him and he'll pick you like a royal you are and you'll do the same and marriage and blah blah blah

the person who insulted you just gets scared and runs away which makes that a victory for him!

Iida would always be a guard dog like this dude will protect cute little marshmallow you! He makes sure you eat regularly he never lets you skip a meal if you try he's banging your door with a bento box in his hand with marshmallows he freaks pit over every small scratch bruise and lord don't tell him you broke some of your limbs one time you broke your arm during fighting and he went intonlockdown literally gets a wheelchair and stroll you around (even tho you can CLEARY walk) and make sure you stay in that bed untill your all better see how he's taking care of you he wanted to do this every day to you and only you

Koda is an absolute sweetheart if he sees an animal that looks like you he instantly points it out to you and tells you animal facts and while he is explaining the animals to you his heart can't stop fluttering with butterflies! he can barely stay on topic of the animal while just staring at your adorable puff up face!

The class would compete for anything whether be who gets to sit by you or who have fun with who it's always a competition, threats and a blood bath at training they'll even raised their hand like little hpkids Eagar for a treat and if you choose one of them they'll instantly run to you with a satisfy smirk on their face while the rest of them are pissed off

They loved their darling and they'll do anything to satisfy your needs! Whether it be committing some crimes for you~

[jin-jamm-desu]

*_°•:JJK Headcanons:•°_*

Shiu Kong, because he is girl dinner and I refuse to believe otherwise

(also there is a DISPARAGING amount of hc's and ff's about him and I'll be absolutely damned if I'll let that slide)

I am open to prompts but won't see them till a while later, sorry, please don't be discouraged <<<<3333

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Pairing: Bf! Shiu x Gn!/(implied) F! Reade

Type: Mostly fluff! canons.

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~ Bf! Shiu, who is generally impatient with most people due to his line of work but ultimately nevers tells you to hurry because he wants to spend as much time with you as possible

~ Bf! Shiu, who loves going for midnight drives to clear his head and brings you back snacks so you can sit up and talk until you fall asleep again

~ Bf! Shiu, who despite has his phone on DnD most of the time, always makes sure to catch up on all the recents with you, he loves knowing what's been up with your life

~ Bf! Shiu, who after a small argument, will pick on you for a little while just waiting for you to bite back. (He lives to taunt the hell out of you, he thinks it's so cute when you get mouthy with him<3)

~ Bf! Shiu, who invites you to meet his closet coworker (and friend) Fushiguro Toji and his wife. He adores how well you seem to get along with them seeing as this is your first time meeting them (and a secret double date that you nor MamaFushiguro know about)

~ Bf! Shiu, who brings home shiny and expensive gifts from his trips because he knows how you'd probably gush about them if you saw them

~ Bf! Shiu, who is perfectly content with taking one of his rare off-days and doing nothing but talking and hanging out with you (and doing some good ol' X-rated things ofc)

~ Bf! Shiu, who (probably, maybe, possibly) has a (hidden) oral fixation and loves looking at your lips, teeth, tongue, or even anything when you're talking, eating, brushing your teeth, or singing horribly to that one sone we don't talk about

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Anyways, lmk if you want more Shiu💕 Boo or anyone else [•^•]

[magicaltickles]

Mouthwashing tkl hcs

Uh so format escapes me. Mouthwashing tickle hcs, here you go

Curly:

- big brother energy. switch, changes based on who his victim is. Mostly lers Anya and Daisuke, sometimes is also lee for Anya, mostly lee for Jimmy. Too scared to poke the bear that is Swansea

- Is totally okay with someone coming up to him to ask for tickles, finds it cute and will let the lee know that they're adorable bc of it

- "as captain, it's my duty to make sure my members are happy!" he says. while digging into a death spot.

- can and will pin his lee down

- but also let's them squirm so he can tease them about it <3

- isn't the absolute best at teasing, but is giving such genuine compliments during that it's flustering enough

- has such a cute laugh, it goes between kinda deep and chuckles to pure squealing and begging

- ticklish tummy 100%, don't even try to tell me otherwise I will NOT listen. other bad spots include ribs, underarms, and knees

- Anya once did the egg crack thing on his knee as a joke during a physical exam and he almost kicked her

- "at least your reflexes are working" she said, while laughing at his reaction, while Curly is blushing and apologizing profusely

- will not Ask For It™️, just ends up on situations where he's getting Got

- is the one that gives out handicaps during game nights when someone is winning too much

- one weird spot that he refuses to tell anyone is his scalp. as in, Anya once scratched his head and it tickled and he didn't even know it was possible and he's scared (/lh) of her nails now

Anya:

- mostly a ler, the only person who's ever properly gotten her is Curly. Is the biggest tickle monster to Daisuke specifically

- don't think Daisuke hasn't tried to get her back either, he just always fucking loses 💀 Anya is just too good

- ticklish sides and neck, not much on other spots (another reason Daisuke tends to lose)

- her real laugh is squeaky and goofy and she hates it but Curly is always telling her how adorable it is and she shouldn't be ashamed. he's the only one that's heard it. her half laugh is usually just quietly trying to muffle her sounds and soft snorts as a result

- Swansea has poked her a few times when she seems to space out, but he doesn't do much. he has a scary accurate radar for when she's not in the best mindset and his little pokes do help

- will and has just full on tackled Daisuke on game nights bc he's winning so much and "THAT MOTHERFUCKER IS CHEATING I SWEAR" as she is absolutely obliterating the kid. doesn't stop until someone literally pries her off or Daisuke is begging through tears lol

Daisuke:

- my baby pookie wookie sookie dookie <33 also a switch def not bc I both want to wreck him and want him to wreck me whaaaatt

- but like, he's a real 50/50 switch

- his lee moods are debilitating. he will whine and be more bratty than usual

- yk those fanarts that his shirt is actually like a tank top. yeah. his lee moods mean wearing that and no over shirt. lots of reaching up. he's asking for it pls just wreck him already

- it's so bad that he'll work himself up into a mess of tingly giggles when his arms are up thinking of someone coming up from behind him and digging in

- give the baby lots of praise :( he'll go bright red and whine and try to hide his face but he loves it I promise

- squeaky and really boyish laugh. he's loud. when Daisuke is being tickled, everyone knows about it. but it's cute and actually kinda lightens the atmosphere

- genuinely loves being tickled, like he doesn't know about the community and I don't think he'd look into it but he does genuinely love the connection it brings and feeling happy and fuzzy after being tickled and looking down at his lee and listening to their giggles. he's sososo sweet and pure about it

- SPEAKING OF HIM WITH A LEE

- such a sweet ler omg like he's showering them with teasy praise about any and everything

- I don't think he's much a ler on the ship bc he's the youngest and respects his elders a lot so he feels a little eh about tickling them (unless it's a few pokes or a tickle fight) but on earth and with his friends??? he's a menace

- the kind to be sitting next to you while playing a game and poking you with one hand if you're winning until it's an eventual tickle fight

-also the kind to have a hand on you somewhere (he's a cuddly guy okay) and idly tickling during like a movie night or something. especially if it's like a crew member insert and pre-crash/happy au and it's a movie night oh he's definitely tickling you under the blanket during a movie night

- remember in Curly's part where I said he was the bearer of handicaps during game nights? Yeah. Daisuke is the victim. Always.

- Swansea has tickled him one time (1), only once. Daisuke was being annoying, moreso than usual. He didn't try to poke the metaphorical bear ever again

- sweet boy is also a walking tickle spot, can't convince me otherwise. it's so bad to the point where just a brush to anywhere will have him squeaking

- can't take any anticipation at all. especially if Curly is just sitting next to him during game night like Curly can have no want to tickle Daisuke but it doesn't matter, he will still be squirming and working himself up with it

Swansea:

- dad. that's all you need to know.

- rarely participates in shenanigans

- only ever went after Daisuke once, will sometimes poke Anya (bc she reminds him of his daughter (idc if his kids aren't daughters, SWANSEA IS A GIRL DAD WITH PSEUDO SON DAISUKE)) but that's literally it

- Daisuke is the only one who had the guts to experiment if Swansea was ticklish

- ...he didn't survive

- no one has tried since The Great Wreckening™️

- mostly watches while hiding a fond smile

Jimmy:

- .... 404 not found

- (used to playfully poke Curly whenever he passed by him at any and all points of the day)

- (in a perfect world, participates in getting Daisuke during game nights)

I THINK IM DONE but I could def come up with more if prompted so feel free to invade my inbox <33 alr that's all thank you for reading lovelies

[faeble-drabbles]

Hello! I'd love to request a one-shot or headcannon of Jin with a human mate! Plus size if you're comfortable writing it, if not no worries! I adore him so much he's such an amazing character!

(A little story to make you laugh, back when I was in college I had "I thought I was crazy Urameshi but you take the prize, the hell was that you don't make bombs go boom in your face!" as my ringtone and um..yeah it went off during my early childhood education class and I got a LOT of really confused looks.)

I'M FINALLY GETTING TO THIS. I'VE BEEN WANTING TO FOREVER AND I LOVE YOU FOR THIS REQUEST.

Also omg that is my favorite line. When I was younger I would just watch a video of just his moments and that was the one I loved the most.

•°• Jin x PlusSize!Reader •°•

+ With you being human, Jin more than likely met you through the Urameshi crew. And any friend of Urameshi was definitely a friend of his. And not to mention, you were quite the cute human too! With his straight forward attitude and adorable charm, it definitely didn't take long to win you over.

+ Once you guys are a thing he can NOT keep his hands off of you. Between your beautiful curves and the fact that hugging you felt so amazing (as a plus size person, we are so huggable and soft) it was near impossible to not be attached to you 24/7.

+ You got the booty too. Which means that ass is being touched or smacked EVERYTIME your back is turned. He would never do it hard enough to hurt (unless you wanted it to ;) ) but he cant help himself. Its there. Its gorgeous. And it is smackable.

+ Cuddling or sleeping on you is one of his favorites with you. Whether he's spooning you or just laying on top of you with his head rested on your chest. He also loves when you are sitting down and he's feeling tired so he can just curl up next to you and rest his head on your thigh. Best spot in the house.

+ If you are ever feeling insecure about your body or appearance, you will send this boy on a rampage. He will be spewing out as many compliments as possible while he also circles you and points out each part of your body and why he loves it, kissing it after he's done.

"YOU SEE THIS TUMMY?? IT IS GORGEOUS AND MAKES HUGS AMAZIN--MWAH"

"THESE BLESSED THIGHS?? LIGHT OF ME FUCKIN LIFE AND LOVE BEIN BETWEEN THEM--MWAH"

+ You are his beautiful mate and not you or anyone else can tell him otherwise. You are perfect to him in everyway possible and he will let you know everyday for the rest of your life how much you mean to him and how much he loves you.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Sweet talk | {SabiGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff!

Note: Somewhat mutual agreement that they're dating (SabiGiyuu!) 

Choose their ages it's just mindless fluff activity no actual sense of time tbh

or AU lmao.. i just realized this could be a modern AU or a regular AU or anything you put your mind to- 

And this is short i'm sorry :'> i got stuck half way thru

Giyuu lay quietly on his futon, his eyes fluttering open every now and then, watching Sabito as they lay together in the room, their simple presence soothing their bodies and minds.

Sabito wasn't tired at all and ran his hand through the tangled mess of Giyuu's hair every so now and then in a gentle motion. 

"Giyuu?"

"Yes, Sabito?" Giyuu said, almost instantly though his voice was quite placid and drowsy.

"You're really cute when you're tired," Sabito said, not really thinking about what he was saying. His hand slipped down to Giyuu's jaw, stroking his cheek in slow motions.

Giyuu smiled at him. "I love you, Sabito."

"Hm...mhm, you're always cute though," he continued, moving closer and resting his forehead against Giyuu's. 

"Am I?" Giyuu asked, his eyes fluttering close again.

Sabito nodded, placing a gentle kiss on his boyfriend's jaw, hovering over his lips. "Very. I don't know how I managed to get myself such an adorable boyfriend," he teased.

Giyuu closed the distance between them, kissing him slowly and deliberately. When he pulled away, he opened his eyes, meeting Sabito's gaze. "Mmhm, but I have a hot boyfriend," he said, giggling. 

"...I do too!" Sabito said, huffing.

"No, you said yours was cute!" Giyuu pointed out.

"Well, he's also hot!" 

"He's not!" he protested.

Sabito kissed him then, pulling back a couple seconds later. "You are, Giyuu," he murmured. "Very."

Giyuu pouted but didn't say anything other, sleep clouding back into his mind.

"You should rest," Sabito said, noticing.

"I wanna talk with you more, Sabit...o," Giyuu mumbled, his eyes fluttering open then shutting again.

"We can talk in the morning, go to sleep," he said, kissing Giyuu's forehead, his hand entangling in the dark locks of Giyuu's hair. 

"Mm..." Giyuu moved, his arms wrapping around Sabito's waist. He buried his head in his boyfriend's chest, nuzzling him gently.

Sabito smiled, patting the other affectionately. "Love you, Giyuu," he said quietly.

"Love you too," Giyuu said, his voice muffled by Sabito's chest.

The room lapsed into silence—a comfortable one, though—and Sabito held onto Giyuu protectively, listening to the soft sound of their breathing as Giyuu drifted off to sleep.

A couple minutes later, Giyuu's breathing slowed in sign that he'd fallen asleep. Sabito was drifting off as well, his hand swimming through the tangled black locks of Giyuu's hair in comforting motions, his eyes fluttering close.

"I love you so much, Giyuu," Sabito whispered into Giyuu's embrace. "You're wonderful and amazing and I want to spend my whole life with you. I just... care for you so much. You're the best person I've ever met and I wish I could keep you for myself always, never share you with anyone. But I want you to be happy. I want you to live your best life and I'll do anything to protect you from anything making it otherwise." 

He went quiet again, opening his eyes and kissing Giyuu's forehead gently again. "I wish I could tell you just how much I love you," he murmured, closing his eyes again and letting himself drift off to sleep.

{Word count: 664}

I was using this LMAO 😭 I just used random things from this to write the fluff BC IT'S SO FREAKING CUTE ARHGH

[hanakou-often]

One day, when Kou was still caught between his crush for Nene and otherwise, he decided to try and bake something for her as a thank you for something idk ... Anyways, he was struggling over what to make, when Hanako appeared to see what he was doing (because he was bored) so, they end up making donuts, and Kou offers him some as a thanks and also they just get up to cute baking shenanigans lol

Sorry if this was like ooc or something lmao

AWWW it's not ooc at all!! I can definitely see this happening behind the scenes :D To add onto this:

I'd like to think the thank you gift is for babysitting Tiara over the weekend!! The Minamoto brothers had an important excursion together and urgently needed a babysitter and Nene steps up to the challenge (something something Kou thinks seeing Nene being so good with kids is absolutely adorable and something something she'll be a great wife and mother of a lucky someone someday)!! Knowing that Tiara can be a lot sometimes, he decides to treat Nene with a baked good when he got back

when Hanako suggests donuts, Kou would look at him stupid asking, "you just want them for yourself, don't you?" And Hanako would just pout, guilty as charged. With a sigh Kou agrees and he can't deny how much he enjoys seeing Hanako light up.

Hanako is horrible at baking but he'll watch over Kou's shoulder, jokingly nitpicking everything he does and it would drive Kou batshit insane sometimes ("Aren't you supposed to wear gloves, kid? You know I'd hate for someone to get sic--" "As if you know anything about cleanliness, you live in a damn bathroom")

Kou burns himself and Hanako kisses it better like in this art (I tried reverse searching for the original artist but nothing turned up 💔 If anyone knows who they are, please let me know!!)

Hanako taste tests the raw dough and Kou panics, worrying he'd get sick and die until he realizes 'oh yeah. He's. A ghost.' For weeks to come Hanako would love to hang it over him, always teasing him for being so forgetful ("aww worried for lil ol' meeee?") <3 He never tells him how endearing he actually finds Kou's useless worries are though lol

When it's all said and done Kou reluctantly hands some to Hanako partly as a thanks for his company and partly as a bribe ("how many donuts does it take for you to leave me alone next time?" “Nice try, kid. You’re stuck with me forever.”)

There’s more to be had in the actual baking process shenanigans but all in all, it’s a pretty cute headcanon!! Thank you for the ask, I’ll be chewing on these ideas for a while LMAO

[haespoir]

craving: kdy.

⨯ pairing: doyoung x pre-med!reader

⨯ word count: 704

⨯ summary: you don't mean to overwork yourself, but when you do, doyoung is always there to bring you comfort

⨯ content: fluff, literally just cute doyoung being domestic

⨯ extra content: meant to be read alongside these texts

⨯ playlist: for days, rini / hope you do, oceanfromtheblue / more than enough, alina baraz 

⨯ a/n: this was a request, i hope it's alright!

. . .

You didn’t mean to ignore Doyoung’s texts. Really, you didn’t. If you had to be honest, there weren’t many things in life that trumped your boyfriend. However, when it came to Organic Chemistry, he seemed to be beat. 

It had been at least a week since you had last seen the man, and you knew more than anyone that he was going to complain about withdrawals the next time you saw him. Unfortunately, that would not be anytime soon. 

Waking up from a nap after your shift at the hospital had you feeling like you were in a different dimension and not in a good way. Putting it simply, you were absolutely exhausted. You had spent hours this week working on your thesis paper, and the fact that you had to balance it with your volunteer hours at the hospital felt like hell. 

doyoung [ 4:12pm ]: date tonight?

That was the last text that had been sent and left on delivered for at least 6 hours now. Thankfully, Doyoung wasn’t someone who was easily upset. He understood your dedication to your studies and career; in fact, he was most likely your biggest support. He loved to make your lunches before your shift, and more often than not, he was quizzing you with flashcards that he helped make. That thought alone made your heart nearly overflow with care and affection for the man. 

With a small huff, you decide that it’s best to get some sort of sustenance in your system before you begin your dreaded study session. You expect your apartment to be void of any form of life, however, the familiar figure on your couch tells you to believe otherwise. It seemed that you were not the only one taking a nap at this time. Doyoung was fast asleep, a blanket wrapped tightly around his figure as he snoozed. You loved this man with everything. 

Doyoung had essentially broken into your apartment, and knowing him, there was going to be a meal for you to warm up in the microwave. In his defense, you had told him many times that he was welcome to come over when you were studying; the fact that the code for your place was also his birthday helped him sneak in whenever he wanted.

You’re certain your heart is filled with nothing but love for the man on the couch as you eat the warmed up fried rice he had made for you. He had left an adorable sticky note on the top of the bowl, and you swore that you were going to marry this man as you read his messy scribble. 

hi my love!! i asked for a date tonight!! while i would prefer taking you out for a nice dinner, i do have papers to grade soooooo…. a study date will work too.  p.s i’m tired too TT wake me up AFTER you eat!

The smile on your lips doesn’t disappear as you eat, and even though you’re craving your boyfriend and his touch, you decide that letting him sleep in isn’t a horrible thing. So you take your time eating, and when you’re done, you take a quick shower, relishing in the way the hot water feels on your body. 

But there’s something that would feel even better. 

You can’t help yourself when you lift Doyoung’s blanket and squeeze onto the couch next to him, placing his arm around you. “Sleeping beauty, are you waking up anytime soon?” 

“I don’t want to,” Doyoung hums softly, squeezing you in a tight hug. 

You laugh at his words, sharing the sentiment. When you were in his arms, there was nothing more you wanted than to stay there. He was like your safe place, a place for you to let go of your worries and stress. “Don’t you have papers to grade?” 

This only makes the male groan, and you swear he’s tempted to push you off the couch with the way he stares at you through half-lidded eyes. Before he can even think about doing that, you press a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

“Come on, we’ve got a lot to do tonight.”

[fnfandpicosschoolimagines]

Erm hiii!!!! Could u please write some headcannons for the goth punks x a very cute core, pastel, soft reader any gender I don't mind! If not that's totally okey!!!!

-silly banana dude

★ Authors Note: woah my first request, hope u like it!! and sorry if cyclop's one kinda sucks idk what to write for him.. im just gonna make reader gender neutral if thats okay with u :) ★

Goth Punks with a Cute Core/Pastel/Soft S/O

CASSANDRA►

Despite the obvious differences in both of your clothing styles, Cassandra thinks you look good. And cute ;)

I have a feeling she would take you clothes shopping once and a while, get you some nice pastel clothing! (so she could probably buy something like that for your birthday)

She'd talk about you to the rest of the Goth Punks, probably gushing over you.

I'd like to believe behind Cassandra's rough demeanor is a slightly more soft side to her!

With that said, despite her not really caring that much at first, now she really enjoys the type of fashion you partake in, she thinks you look stunning!

Though I don't think she would likely dress like that as well, not her style.

But overall, she loves the way you dress and won't let anyone tell you otherwise.

HANZOU►

HE LOVES IT!!!

Would compliment you endlessly, he thinks you looks adorable!

Would go out of his way to buy little cute trinkets to go with your clothes when he can. Would even make little bracelets so you two can match!! And even offers certain types of outfits for you wear!

He'd LOVE to try and match with you, he would look so different but silly in cute and pastel clothing >v<

Overall he thinks you looks like a total cutie ♥︎

CYCLOPS►

He'd be pretty curious about your style, if I were to think about it.

He'd try to suggest certain outfits for you to wear because he'd think you'd look nice in them!

A big sweetheart who like Hanzou, would get you little trinkets that match your style.

Overall, loves your style, very supportive [>_<]

ALUCARD►

I won't lie when I say he would be a bit confused at first.

He's been so used to being around Cassandra and the large amount of goth clothing styles the rest of the Goth Punks wore, so he was a bit thrown of by how different your own clothing style was.

Regardless, he thinks you look wonderful and would make sure you are aware of that.

Would probably try buying you something that you could try to wear with your clothes.

I don't think he would try matching with your style, the most you'll get it him wearing some pretty bracelet you got him, or if you manage to convince him, to wear cute little earrings.

Hanzou would be so confused when he finds Alucard with a handful of cute little ornaments and shiny bracelets.

Overall at first he would be confused, warms up to it and enjoys your soft style. He thinks it's cute!

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Well! That's the first request done! Really hope you like it (^_^;)

[skzoologist]

Hi hi, so I wanted to say I absolutely love your account. I was the anon who sent the very first two requests, I just didn't have the courage to send a non-anon ask. Could you maybe do something on Bae at the VMAs as Skz are performing. I think it would be really cute. It's ok if not though. Again love your account it makes me so happy

Thanks, Bye-Bye 😊

word count: ~615

warnings: none, Bae just got lost, as usual

a/n: Hey-ho! So it was you who sent those absolutely adorable and fitting first asks! Thank you so much, they still mean so much to me 😭 And congrats on sending this on non-anon, but don't ever feel pressured to do so! I accept anons and non-anons equally, so feel free to choose whichever one you feel more comfortable with. Really, thank you so much for loving this really niche and small account, it means a lot to me, especially because you are one of my regulars. I do notice you guys, don't think otherwise. I had to rush this if I wanted to post it today, since I live in Europe so everything happens when I sleep, and I also had an appointment to make today so. Yeah. Anyway, I hope you like this little drabble, I can always write more if you'd like 😊

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Chan was befuddled.

His tallest kid was missing somehow, even though they were next to each other just 5 minutes ago.

Bae always did this, somehow disappearing unintentionally in the blink of an eye, leaving his band members in blind panic, trying to find him. Especially their leader, Chan. He swore he had white hair at this rate.

"Guys, guys, have you seen Bae? We're supposed to be on stage in like 20 minutes." - Chan asked, slight panic settling into his voice. "Where is he... ah, there. Hyung, look up." - Felix instructed immediately, the elder's eyes following.

"See that faint, moving dot on the ceiling? Somewhere under that is Bae hyung." "Wh... Is that a pointer? Why's there a pointer on him??" "Minho hyung had enough of searching for Bae hyung, so I put it into his bun, since I helped with his hair today. It's subtle enough that only we will notice it." - Hyunjin replied this time instead, amusedly looking at the moving dot of light on the ceiling. "How the... Nevermind, this is genius. Now let's go and get him." - Chan murmured out, his leader persona taking over.

The group swiftly made their way through the sea of people, careful not to bump into anyone. It was hard, but they were used to it, having been in similar situations before.

"Is that...is that Taylor Swift? Is he talking to her?" - Jisung murmured out, disbelief dripping from his voice.

And sure enough, he was right, their tallest member was standing in front of the celebrity, casually talking and... even slightly smiling? This shocked everyone, not used to their shy member doing such things. He usually just stood there silently, whenever they had to talk with strangers or acquaintances. Or even when they had to make a speech. Bae was basically a living decoration in those times.

"Bae?" - Chan asked, gaining the attention of the lost lamb. "Oh, the others are here too. Pleasure to meet you." - she introduced herself, causing everyone to immediately greet her back with a bow.

"Our time is up it seems. Take care of him boys, if everyone learns that he is this cute, even though he looks scary, everyone will be all over him. Oh, and good luck!" - and with that, she left with a smile and a wave, leaving everyone gaping at her leaving form.

"Okay dude, you gotta tell us what happened." - Jisung said as he gripped Bae's shoulders, the latter taken aback and embarrassed. "Yeah, you never do this with people! What did you do to our hyung??" - Jeongin added in, looking for the apparently lost, true Bae.

But Bae didn't really answer, he just looked away, lips pursed and cheeks dusted with a faint red colour.

"Did you get lost and she helped you?" - Seungmin said this time smugly, causing Bae to cover his face with his hand, basically confirming the puppy's statement.

This only caused everyone to burst out into laughter, gathering nearby people's attention.

"Can't believe you did it again! And S-STAY's gonna clip it, once again! They're gonna make entire compilations of you getting lost at this rate, I can't believe this!" - Felix forced out between bouts of silent laughter, trying hard not to laugh out too loudly. "Y-you mean, make more compilations? He already has several, dude!" - Jisung added salt to injury, both earning a little hit on the head from Bae. "He does, he does! Ah, don't hit me, I think it's cute." - Changbin defended himself, but it was fruitless.

"Okay, okay, I'm glad we're all happy and having fun, but we really need to go now and get ready. Especially you, our lost little otter, because you're our opening act. Now go, go go go." - Chan ushered everyone out, like a mother leading his little chicks.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

The Dutchess of Camden

Hobie wants to take Diane to her first punk show. And she has just the outfit. (a.k.a How Diane got her punk battlejacket - aka I saw this photo of Fran Fine and laughed so hard.)

DiscoPunk - DiscoSpider!Diane x Hobie Brown - PURE FLUFF. More fluff than a cappucino with extra foam. FLUFFY

Also this post was largely inspired by @spidey-bie and their post about Ansi & Hobie!!

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Diane isn't punk.

With chiffon skirts and silk shirts and glittery nails and light up roller-wheels - if anything, she was the farthest thing from it. But that never stopped her, did it?

Without a doubt, she was still Hobie's #1 fan.

Hobie had only known Diane a couple of weeks - and it was only four months ago that he'd met her that in that darkened club, a Daiquiri on her lips and a joint at her fingertips.

And since then, the party hadn't stopped.

Hobie didn't have an explanation for it - but for some reason, Diane seemed to like him. If anything, she seemed to adore him. And that in itself wasn't a rarity -

She just wasn't afraid to show it.

Out of a room full of people, she'd be the one to approach him first. In a cafeteria full of tables, she was the one to ask if she could sit at his, just because 'y'all seem like you're having fun'.

And regardless of what anyone had to say about it, to Hobie - that only added to the appeal. Because Diane said it all the time -

'Closed mouths don't get fed - Ain't that right?'

Over the weeks, he'd gotten used to her face, front row at SpiderBand's every show. He'd gotten use to her laugh, and the way she'd smile every time he told a joke - no matter how unoriginal. How he could make her laugh without fail.

He'd gotten use to the way he felt when he knew she was there, safe somewhere nearby.

Like praying for someone to turn up to school that day, and then hearing that they did.

And did having her on his arm, his voice in her ear, an inside joke between the two of them - mean them anything?

Hobie didn't know. And he didn't care.

It didn't matter what Diane being at his side made her - as long as she wasn't going anywhere.

And so he'd bring her along for the ride, as long as she'd let him.

Hobie and Diane had known weeks, and she was never shy to invite herself, asking for permission to tag along any place that sounded funky enough for her to find it far out.

And he was never one to tell her 'No'.

But there was one place she'd yet to go - and that was 138.

"Oi, I'm taking you to a rock show tonight. It's in 138, so try to blend in, alright?"

"Of course!" she says. "I've been waiting for this! I have just the outfit."

And then she turns up in this.

Diane looks at him and goes "What'd I tell ya!"

She's so proud of herself. She thinks she's killing it. She brought that outfit the month she met him and she's been waiting for this moment.

She's like -

Hobie has to cover his face. Because if he looks at her - he's gonna start laughing. Cause what iN THE HELL-

Hobie looks at her like -

"Di, where'd you get that?"

She's like "Malala (Spider-UK). It's SO CUTE right. I look all posh!"

Hobie is like "You look like a Spice Girl. You look like Scary Spice and Ginger Spice had a baby."

Diane takes a moment to assess the situation. She reads his body language. And of course she's like "I feel very complimented but your tone of voice is saying otherwise, Hobart."

Cause what do you mean??? she absolutely understood the assignment!!!

Hobie takes a moment. He loves the enthusiasm, but still, he considers a way to break it to her softly, before telling her "Yo, me and my mates be setting that flag on fire-"

"Good cause it looks fire on ME."

And.. She's not lying. So what's the problem?!?

Hobie doesn't have one. And it'll be a frigid day in hell before he tells Diane to change - for any reason, clothes or otherwise.

He asks her if she'd dead set on wearing it, and she's goes "What- do you think the skirt is too tight to dance in? I can. Don't worry, I checked."

If she's going to have a good time, that's all he cares about. And Hobie just smiles, telling her if that's the case then the outfit is bloody perfect.

Because somehow Diane finding the most perfectly coordinated outfit regardless of crowd, vibe, occasion, or time of day, seemed so entirely her.

Not faking it for him in ripped fishnets or studded clothes. Turning up in her perfect black stockings and the most painfully British outfit she could find.

And it wasn't until she pointed to him, that he understood why. "I wanted to match - you know, your pin." she says, pressing a manicured nail to his lapel. "It's my favorite one."

To him, the outfit is perfect. Funny as hell, but perfect.

"Brilliant taste you have." "Couldn't you tell from my taste in boys?"

The whole 'blending in' thing went out the window. But the outfit is a hit.

People couldn't help but notice the 6 foot girl who wore stilettos and a Union Jack to the function. A regular in the circuit, Hobie couldn't help but stay by her side - watching amused as she looked around the shitty backalley venue like it was a palace.

It was so different from the discos.

Diane couldn't help but marvel at how 'Hobie' the world seemed. "You're still the coolest thing here, though." She tells him over and over.

Hobie makes sure to keep an arm over her shoulder, not out of possessiveness, but the fact that Diane was liable to drifting off, eyes dazzled at how cool and punk and textured and rough everything seemed, how vibrant people were.

And Hobie loved it.

He wants her to love it, to enjoy herself. To smile and laugh and go on and on about how funky everything was. "But like - in a you way."

He wanted her to have a good time, but Hobie knew eventually, someone would say something.

And it came with a laugh.

"Christ, that's gotta be the funniest thing I've seen tonight." A guy wearing red liberty spikes said, and Hobie recognized him as Ned, a guitarist in some straight edge band.

And the girl at his side, Betty, grinned as she laughed along.

And Hobie wondered if he should scare them off, or give Diane a chance to bite their heads off first. Until Betty said-

"Fuck. I wish I'd thought of that."

"Huh?" Diane asked pointedly, seemingly more annoyed at the distribution of her Hobie-induced haze than anything else.

"Ain't that a giant 'fuck you' to the fascists - a black chick wearing their 'heritage' like it's the new spring collection - I'd pay to see the first skinhead that had a butchers at you," Betty said and she was a black girl herself, hair in neat boxbraids. "They'd be fucking fuming."

Diane side-eyed Hobie for a translation, and Hobie smirked, leaning in closer to her ear. "That's a good thing," he assured her, voice teeming with pride as he gave her shoulder a squeeze.

Because pissing off skinheads was very much a compliment.

Diane raised her eyebrows, because she surely couldn't tell. But, if Hobie said it, she was willing to take his word on it.

"Thank you..?" She chuckled, a hand on Hobie's arm. "Sorry, I ain't that good at speaking British. Hobie usually translates for me - Thank God he speaks American or I'd be so lost -"

"And she's American - that's fucking hilarious. No wonder she doesn't give a fuck." Ned said, grinning, pointing to her top.

And finally, Diane looked down - as if she'd just noticed what they meant.

"The flag?" She questioned, pouting her lips in confusion. "Am I supposed to give a fuck about the flag?"

"You aren't." Betty said. "That's what's so punk about it."

Her face lit up. Diane didn't speak British, but that she understood.

And she had to turn her face into Hobie's shoulder to not squeal. They said her perfect outfit was punk!

They said she was Punk!

Hobie stiffled his laughter, pulling Diane closer as he reached up to ruffle her perfectly curled hair.

Diane bit back her euphoria as she composed herself, flattered beyond belief. And to the pair in front of her, Diane said -

"Why, thank you!" mimicking a curtsey, head bowed and knees bent.

The pair burst out laughing.

And then, they did the same, playing along.

"Pleasure is ours, Your Majesty.~" Betty snickered, nudging Ned to get him to play along, and the dark-skinned boy did the same. "And to whom do we owe the honor?" he asked.

"Diane." Hobie said, squeezing her at the waist for a moment, and before she could tell them otherwise, Hobie said. "Call her Dutchess, yeah?"

Betty held back a snort. "Dutchess - She the Dutchess of Camden then?"

"Brilliant, you two." Ned said. "Leave it to Hobie to find a cheeky one."

Diane was glowing in his arms.

"The Duchess of Camden." Hobie said, a smirk coming to his lips. He adored the sound of it. "That she is. A national treasure, this one." And he believed it.

Hobie couldn't help but drink in the joy on Diane's face.

The name was so prestigious sounding - glamourous even - and Diane had no idea what the hell a Dutchess was, but she damn sure knew what royalty meant.

But nothing could compare to Hobie's words.

She pressed her hands to her cheeks, drinking in the flattery. And when she looked at Hobie her eyes were elated, dazzled to share the moment with him.

"Oh my, What a Prince Charming!" Diane laughed, wrapping her arms around Hobie. Who knew people in his universe would be just as cool, as interesting, as kind?

Who knew that not caring or thinking about British culture at all - not trying to make a statement, or say much of anything at all, could be punk? Hobie didn't.

Somehow, though, Diane managed to work miracles.

"Well, Dutchess," Ned said. "I take it you and Prince Charming here fancy a cordial invitation to the pub after this?"

Diane's jaw nearly dropped. "A Pub, like a Tavern?" And she couldn't imagine anything more British than a tavern. "Like the kind that serves pints? Just say the word and I'll call my horse-drawn carriage!"

Dutchess rode carriages, right? Who else would?

Betty shook her head, a grin on her lips. "Enjoy the show, Your Highness." she said, lacing her fingers with Ned's before weaving them back into the crowd.

For a second, Diane didn't say anything - cheeks glowing with the smile she was fighting back. Hobie wished he could make her feel that way forever.

"Well Punk royalty, how do you feel?" he asked, his voice low enough just for her to hear.

"You know," Diane said, turning to look at him, and slowly she laced her arms around his neck. "With this dimension time travel stuff - it's like you're the Punk Doctor Who, and I'm your companion, right? You know that British show, Doctor Who? The watch is like our Tardis-"

"Diane," Hobie said. "Never change."

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Hobie didn't know what this made him, but he didn't care.

He'd take Diane any place she'd follow. Any place she'd follow, he'd want her there.

Even here, on the curb of a street somewhere in London. Outside of a 24-hour Chip Shop at 3am.

Diane had followed him to 138 - and in return he'd followed her to a punk show. And then to an afterparty, and then to a pub, and then another.

And more and more people came over, to laugh and talk, to invite her into the community. And bit by her bit, her 'perfect' outfit had gained color.

A pin passed on from a friend, a patch someone would pull off their jacket, fishing for bobby pins to pin it to hers. A clover patch to match his pin, an A sprawled across the front like The Scarlet Letter.

Hobie couldn't describe the way Diane looked at him every time, the way she squeezed his hand and didn't let go. But that didn't matter. He just wanted her to do it more and more.

By stop two, she was complaining about her feet. But come 20 minutes, without fail - there she was, hanging on his sleeve. Asking him to leave so they could go someplace more her speed, 'hipper to the groove'.

And he'd always say 'Yes'. There wasn't a moment of it that he regretted.

He'd follow her anywhere, because he knew she'd do the same. And now, sitting on the curb on some random street in East London, Diane had the beginnings of her own battle jacket.

And a backpatch to match his, with her own addition:

'Punk's Not Dead.' 'He's back at my place.'

Hobie popped open the box of takeout, steam escaping as he lifted the flaps on the fish & chips. Beside him, Diane rolled her eyes in ecstasy at just the smell of it, throwing her head back in excitement.

Needless to say, Diane was plastered.

"You spoil me." she squealed leaning in closer to gaze at the sacred food that sat in Hobie's lap, her arm looped with his as the smell of fresh battered fish rose from the box.

Hobie lifted up a bit of fish, holding it out to Diane. "You ever tried this? Can't say you've been to London until you have. Like going to New York and leaving without the pizza." he smirked, eager to see her reaction - that look in her eyes.

Diane leaned forward, taking a bite of the fish without even taking it from his hand - too drunk to care.

"I don't know if it's because I'm drunk, or because I'm with you - but British food is so good." she snickered, stealing a chip from the box.

Carefully, she sniffed it.

"It has vinegar." he told her, watching as Diane nodded seriously, before pointing the chip at the box. "And that?" she asked.

"Mushy peas."

"Mushed peas?" Diane said, part bewildered, but mostly disgusted. "Mushed peas - is that what you said?"

Hobie snickered. "You ain't gotta eat them. I'll eat them if you don't want to-"

"You're gonna eat them?!" Diane demanded, jaw agape. "I was just complimenting you're national cuisine and now you're offering me pea sludge?" she laughed, almost in disbelief.

"You ain't gotta eat the pea sludge, Dutchess. Dump it in the harbor if you wanna kick off. That's what you all do, yeah?"

Now Diane's expression turned to shock. "Don't compare me to a Bostoner! As a New Yorker, I take offense to that." she said, stealing another chip. "You don't see me calling you a Birmingham-nite or whatever."

"Brummie -" Hobie corrected. "Surprised you know about them."

"I don't." Diane assured him. "I just know they exist."

Hobie grinned, taking a bite of fish, as for once - London seemed quiet around them.

No loud music. No crowd, or laughter, no anything. Just them. And Hobie realized that this was the first time they'd been alone - since that night they'd met, four months ago.

And he still felt the same as he did back then - in the alleyway behind the club, bathed in neon lights.

He had slipped into her world to find her - and now here she was, slipping in to his. And here, now, with her post-show hair, and smudged red lips, and blurred eye-liner. In her spray-painted jacket, and a hangover around the corner - he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Hobie -" Diane asked, eyes far away. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." he snickered, simply because he knew it would get her attention. Diane grinned, even despite herself, and she shoved his shoulder.

But he could tell, whatever it was - she meant it. "Anything." he said.

"Why do you.. let me follow you around?" she asked, and even to her, the words felt clumsy, clouded by nerves and 4 pints of beer.

"I mean - Why do you put up with it?" she asked, voice barely at whisper. And for the first time, it was like she couldn't look at him. And yet he couldn't look away.

"With what everyone says. I mean - I know that you hear it. And..I'm not subtle about it. But you never complain. Or tell me to go away. I guess at a certain point, a part of me thought that maybe you just...didn't want to hurt my feelings, I guess."

Diane said, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

"But then, you invited me here. And you've been so kind to me all night. Even though I'm just some chick who shows up to your shows. And, I don't know how to thank you, or why you do it." she said, voice barely a whisper.

"Because I know that you care. Cause I can tell you do." Hobie said. "And I can tell you don't want nothing of me. You aren't asking me for romance or anything. We can just be together. Wherever. And that's enough. More than enough." Hobie said, and to him, the answer came easy. Now that it was her who was asking.

And maybe that was it. "We're enough for each other."

And she was more than enough for him. More than enough for him to watch to keep her around, and then some.

Diane's expression softened, the lump in her throat growing. "Thank you," she said. "For never making me feel like I was annoying. Or like I wasn't worth your time."

For making her feel like she was enough, always.

"You are worth my time, Daiquiri." Hobie said, and he reached up to brush a stray curl from Diane's face. "Don't want you to ever think otherwise. I don't know why you do it - what I did to deserve it.

But it doesn't matter. I ain't letting you get rid of me now."

Beside him, Diane grinned, hanging her head in bashfulness.

"I'd kiss your cheek right now, if I didn't smell of fish and vinegar right now." she told him, and instead, so instead she pressed a kiss to her fingers, before smooshing it in his face.

Hobie snorted, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. Pressing kisses to her forehead, even as she faked a grimace. Because he didn't care about fish or vinegar or anything else. Just her.

Diane laughed, shoving away from him just as Hobie asked "And what about you?"

"What about me?" "Why do you do it?" he asked. "I mean, could have any bloke on any Earth. But you choose me."

And he would never understand it, but he would always be grateful.

For a moment, Diane had to think about it - and Hobie wondered if she ever questioned it herself. Or if she just did what made her happy, and worried about any bridge when she came to it.

Diane shrugged a bit, stealing another chip as she thought, eyes lidded and voice quiet under the haze of alcohol.

"I dunno. You make me feel safe, I guess." She said, and maybe it was that simple. Because saying it felt right.

"I don't have to worry - about you laughing at me, or judging me, slutshaming me. You don't think I'm stupid, or annoying. I mean, you let me wear this outfit, you made me feel good about it. So I trust you."

Because she could tell he cared too.

Hobie grinned, leaning forward to brush his nose against hers, their own form of kiss. "And that's enough for you to treat me as good as you do?"

"I mean, we met when I was shitfaced drunk." Diane said, well aware she was probably shitfaced right now. "In a club, basically throwing myself at you - and you somehow got me home and into bed." And she snickered at the memory alone. "You even put my bonnet on me."

"You were there the first time I saw the Sun. Or a sunset. I guess I feel like if you're there, it'll be okay. Or like, super far out - groovy, psychedelic, absolutely dynamite!"

She laughed. "Like tonight. Thanks for tonight, Hobie."

"Anything for you, Dutchess." he told her.

"Look at you, treating me like Queen Eliza." "Elizabeth." "Does it matter?"

Did it matter what they were?

"Not at all."

Because they were enough.

_-_-_-_-_-_

"Are you actually going to eat the pea sludge?" "What, is that a crime, your highness?" "No, but it should be."

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Hobie will keep Diane ignorant about British culture, if it's the last thing he does. He finds it really, really funny.

And that's the story of how Diane got her punk jacket, why Hobie calls her 'Dutchess', and why they stick with each other through everything. UUHHHH N-E-WAY I think this might be like my first DiscoPunk fic holymotherof!!!!! I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM. Let your OCs be loved. If you read this far thank you so much! It genuinely means a lot, so thank you for your time! In an act of gratitude here is Hobie

(thats them im gonna go cry)

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REQ: THIS IS SO CUTE AND PERFECT 😭😭💖💖💖 alsooo could u write something with PIXAL?? like if y/n and PIXAL were siblings (cyrus borg's adopted/biological kid)??

Being Siblings With Pixal | Headcanons

tots not seeing this literally 4 months late :(

I TIP MY CROWN TO OUR QUEEN 👑

you were Pixal's sibling. you are Cyrus Borg's biological chhild. of course, with Pixal being a Nindroid you werent blood related, but Pixal and you grew up together.

when Pixal met you, you were nothintg but a mindless child who doesn't know better. You've grown a liking to Pixal, much to your father's surprise.

Pixal was your best friend growing up. You didn't need anyone else, Pixal made you feel like you didn't need anyone else. Cyrus, of course, was happy to see you and Pixal so close.

when ou turned preteen age, you would always ask her to style your hair. she may or may not know what she is doing, but she will damn well try.

even though you aren't related, that doesn't mean you don't love her like a sister. you would knock anyone OUT if they said anything otherwise. 

you bought yourself matching slippers cuz why the hell not, she thought it was adorable. 

as if you couldn't tell, Pixal's the oldest and your the youngest. also, no age difference cause...there's no need for any confusion. 

the other ninja grew a liking to you real quick, especially Zane. him, you, and Pixal would hang out and talk about new Borg tech. 

you would also tease the two Nindroid lovers and they would be oblivous to what the hell you were saying. Kai and Jay have taught you well 😊 (such proud older brothers) 

Pixal would always be there for you, she would never let you go through anything alone. and if she can't do it, you know damn well she'll march her nindroid butt up to you and ask for one of the ninja's help with you. 

you're never alone when your a Borg. 

she's stubborn. so when you two figth she'll expect an apology ASAP. your younger then her, she's not going to let you one up her. 

there are times when you argue, but at the end of the day you love each other <3

(sry this is a$$😁)