#all his tired dad energy went to gai

[kn96artworks]

Orb rewatch

currently 9 eps in

all i can say is that gai has the same number of working braincells as ryuga

#random #space himbo #only that he imprinted on jugjug hard enough #that he adopted jugjugs tired dad energy #that's why jugjug is considerably unhinged in orb #all his tired dad energy went to gai #he got them back in z #along with gais habits lol #given the slightest chance gai will automatically revert back to his base lost puppy setting #suddenly have the urge for drunken gai shenenigans #can he even get drunk #drunk gai clinging onto jugjug like a koala #jugjug tried to pull him off and failing #gai giving him the biggest saddest puppy eyes #my brain and me

[brains4brawn]

Summer Camp, Football

I was so excited for science camp, it would be my last year as I would start college in the fall. The camp was huge and divided into four major sections; Arts, Sports, Science, and Space with Sports taking up most of the land. The different parts of the camp didn't mingle too much but every Fourth of July there was a gigantic celebration.

It was great seeing old friends and getting to bunk in one of the smaller Sci cabins. My best friend Jeff was assigned with me and we went over the catalog to see what classes there were for the seniors.

In the distance we could hear the rowdy football jocks. It was a trade off, the smaller more private cabins were on the outer perimeter close to the sports section, specifically the footballers. Jeff and I just ignored them while we made our schedules for the following 8 weeks. I started to unpack my huge suitcase into the dresser beside my bed, in the second drawer was a small football key chain with the camp logo emblazoned on it. I picked it up and got a slight static shock, I showed it to Jeff and he thought that some meathead must have forgotten it. We both laughed and well both got slightly turned on at the thought of one of those jocks sleeping in our beds.

The day went by quickly and soon we had our introduction dinner and met everyone in Sci. Soon though I was in bed, tired but excited for tomorrow.

Tomorrow came to early, I awoke at 4:19 am with tons of energy! It was like lightning had struck, i bounced out of bed and began to quietly pace hoping not to disturb Jeff. I decided to go outside where I heard grunting in the distance. I followed the sounds to a flat track woven in-between some cabins where some big jocks were doing an early morning run. One of them saw me and motioned to me, for some reason i went closer. This guy was stunning, he was shirtless and showing off his rock hard body. I felt my penis begin to tent as i drew close, He asked why I was here and I made up some story that my dad always takes me on early jogs and if i could join them. He looked me over and then said that any bro is welcome to join.

I got back around 6:30 my body sore but energized. Jeff was still softly snoring on his side of the cabin. I quickly went to the bathroom and took a shower. Jeff was just getting out of bed when I re-entered the bedroom, he rushed past me into the vacant bathroom, while he was getting ready I still was overcome with energy. I went to a spot on the wood floor and proceeded to do some pushups until I heard the shower turn off.

The next week flew by as I developed a new morning routine. Every morning I'd be up at 4am and jogging with Seth and his bros. They were all really welcoming, and I was having a great time just not thinking. Heck, Jeff even commented one day that I was looking healthier. It felt weird to keep this from my best friend but I know he wouldn't understand. Even though the guys here were awesome, Jeff had been bullied practically his entire life back home.

Afternoons soon became torture as my Sci projects were becoming harder to focus on. My body was brimming with energy and I couldn't wait for the two hours of free time before dinner. Jeff and I used to sit and watch the hunky Jocks play their different sports during the afternoon breaks but now I had the urge to join them. I feel bad for ditching Jeff but now I get in the water and go for a swim or grab some boots and go on a short hike.

Its been almost four weeks since camp started and I haven't felt this good in years. Every morning I get up and run with my bro Seth and the gang, then go and work out at the sports camp gym. By the time I get back to the cabin to shower and change Jeff is already gone. I feel bad for the little bro, he's obviously gay and a guy with my bod can't be easy to room with. It still kinda sucks that I'm in a Sci cabin but at least I'm not far from the rest of the footballers. After morning PT I go to strategy sessions and game history. Then the afternoon is spent playing touch footie with the guys.

The Fourth of July was a blast. All the different sports teams came together and we had scrimmages all day. The Sci Nerds showed off some dope looking robots and the Space Dweebs launched rockets. Later on the Theater Dorks put on a talent show, then came a cookout dinner BBQ. Lastly came the fireworks. As the sky was bombarded by the light, I noticed Jeff off by himself. Not wanting anyone to be alone I picked up my things and moved closer to him. Sitting next to him it was hard not to notice just how much smaller my cabin bro was.

At first he tried to ignore me, but fuck i am not someone who is ignored easily. I scooted my perfect ass up beside him and he told me to go away. I just sat there letting him get used to my presence, I felt an odd need to be protective of the little guy. I heard a sigh and then in a whisper Jeff asked if I knew how perfect I was.

Well duh, I am tall proportionally muscular and let's face it, any guy would be lucky to have a piece of me. Something awoke inside me, feelings that I knew were there but didn't want to admit. I was Mr. Popular, big man on campus, life of the party, but somewhere in the last month I had devolved a crush on this lonely nerd.

It was after midnight when Jeff and I got back to the cabin. I woke up with the little nerd spooning against my bod. Fuck it felt good having him next to me, my morning wood pressed against his back. Jeff woke up slowly and I felt the goosebumps as he realized his situation. His head tilted up and he looked into my eyes, I took the chance and kissed him gently..... which quickly turned into a passionate make out session... which....well, let's say the little nerd is one of the best cocksuckers ever. The moment I erupted into his mouth a slight bit of static electricity passed from me into him.

From then on we became inseparable. Jeff joined me for morning PT and came to support the team in our mock tournament with our sister campgrounds, while I tried my best to support his Sci shit. By the time we left, Jeff had put on some decent size and was getting along with all my bros on the team.

Epilogue:

Two men stand in the tiny cabin, marveling at how they'd spent so much time in such a cramped space. The taller man had just finished his second season in the NFL while his shorter husband had become the CEO of his own successful startup. The men stood there, reminiscing on how they met the summer before college and how they couldn't imagine life without each other. Jeff gave his husband's hand a squeeze before the two of them started their summers as owners of this special place.

#nerdtojock #reality change #male muscle growth #mentaltf #muscletf #personality change #muscle god #Ai art #Muscle4all #tf

[amloveabledeathmo]

A Stranger Things Steve Harrington Eddie Munson fic summary for an idea I will probably never have the energy to write.

So to start off it's a few years down the line and Eddie is touring with Corroded Coffin and Robin is getting a degree in something cool and Steve has dabbled with college but didn't really find it to be to his liking. He thinks about what makes him happy and it's of course Eddie and Robbin and the kids. Since his parents are the ones with money he decides to talk to them about his big idea. He wants to buy Hawkins high school (idk why it's not being used, maybe they built a new one) that he went to and convert it into a large house where he can become a full time foster parent.

Surprisingly his parents are more than happy to bankroll this project since they have been looking for ways to help the family name with volunteer work but neither of them were interested so this way they can say they are helping children in need and that their son gave up everything to be the best foster parent he could.

Steve is excited and tells Eddie and Robin. Eddie is on tour so can't do much but Robin starts helping all the time. Her and Steve pick out rooms for themselves and then design every classroom into a bedroom complete with walk in closet and bathroom. Each room has a queen bed, a desk with a good chair, beanbags. They figure it's best to keep things simple where the kids can easily decorate the rooms to their liking.

Robin gets given four tomato starts out of a red wagon on her way home one day which starts her on a gardening adventure. They are able to plan out an amazing garden and playground.

Steve's parents are in town and decide to take Steve to the mall to shop for some bedding/accessories for the house (and get photos for their bragging networking).

Eddie finds out about the mall plans from Steve and drives straight to the mall to meet him at the food court. He's just off a tour but wanted to see Steve who is so excited that Eddie put him above sleep. When Steve sees his parents he asks if Eddie wants to hang out with them but Eddie is way to tired so declines. They both stand up and give each other a good hug, arms wrapped around the other with their noses tucked into the others neck. Eddie leaves.

When Steve is shopping with his parents they start asking about his friend. Steve doesn't really elaborate too much as he is occupied on picking the best most fun things out he can.

His parents ask him to dinner the next night and tell him they wouldn't mind if he wanted to bring someone else. Steve is oblivious. At dinner his parents ask increasingly less subtle questions before finally just asking why Steve had never told them or introduced them to his girlfriend. Steve gets defensive about Robin and they're like no we know she's gay, your girlfriend from the mall.

Steve is flabbergasted. His dad starts asking if it's because his girlfriend dresses too alternative or looks too masculine and thought that they wouldn't approve. Steve doesn't know how to explain.

He ends up telling Eddie all about it and Eddie agrees to a harebrained scheme of playing Steve's girlfriend. Shenanigans ensue, including two oh shit I'm attracted to my male best friend crisis's. They end up kissing somehow, Steve confesses that Eddie is a guy not a girl and his parents are like yay now our selfless son is also gay which gives us another in to certain society members and events.

Eddie and Steve foster many kids, and adopt some. Eddie gets to be a famous rock star and Robin lives at the house with them and her eventual partner so the kids end up with four parents. All around a good time.

@steddiehyperfixation I had this idea and was hoping you'd have thoughts on it lol.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve/eddie

[bengiyo]

Cooking Crush Ep 6 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Ten's dad found out about the money Ten's been paying to Prem, and then he went to Prem's house, called him a scammer, and told him to take the money and fuck off. Meanwhile, that super chef has left his show and is helping the school select a trio to send into the competition. Super chef clearly likes Prem, and those shitty bullies are not happy about it. Still, Ten and Prem clearly like each other, and we saw them kiss, but we have to learn today how we got here. Dynamite and Fire also have a conversation in the car I'm hoping to get more of.

I really am such a sucker for a tippy toe kiss.

Poor Ten has no idea about his dad's intervention, nor how genuinely guilty Orem feels about this.

Dish 6: That 'Jub Chai Stew' Makes Me Spend More Time With You

Oh no. They left Samsi to get picked up by the cops. This is not okay.

Okay, Metha went back. I don't have to hate him.

I love Dynamite so much.

Okay, Pang and Metha are really coming through as sounding boards. Both of these boys need to face how they feel about each other, and Pang is correct that Prem should feel no shame about Tem walking into this eyes wide open.

This stew looks really good and now I want to make it.

Oh lord not chicken nuggets.

Welcome back, The Heart Knows.

I love them going on this not-date to extend their time together.

I like that because part of their relationship is Prem teaching Ten stuff, he was quick to correct Ten for saying something rude.

Off has really improved his smolder. This was a solid almost-kiss, and I applaud this show for letting me know they will kiss tonight. I don't feel denied, and appreciate the anticipation now.

Next scene?? Good job, BL.

Oh my goodness this is actually really cute. I love how cuddly and giggly they became after that kiss.

Okay, Ten, I respect you bringing up the kiss early.

LOL, the prof called Chang Ma right out on that crush.

Grandma ain't falling for it either!

I agree, cinematographer, Gun really is that pretty.

Okay, Ten! I like this energy.

Seeing Jane and Fire at the grocery has me thinking about a potential low stakes pregame run Cheum and Boston could have made it OF had more friend content.

Goddamn, first Metha and then Jane. Metha said you need a stern dicking, and Jane said you gotta hide from your mom? None of the friends in this show are gonna let anyone off the hook!

I never tire of the food fantasies. It makes me want to watch Food Wars again.

I absolutely love that this young prodigy is the leader of this group of gays.

I love Pang so much. She is down to clown. Reminds me of a story I cannot tell on the Internet about my own sister.

What is up with all the salt bae jokes this week??

We should keep the hat on Aungpao. I like the look.

I love that Dynamite takes the direct approach at all times.

Next week looks good!

I missed this show. So glad we're back on track. Neo is doing some interesting work as a closeted boy that feels different from his work in The Eclipse. He's about to give Gawin a run for his money now that this is his third time playing repressed.

#Ben watches #cooking crush #cooking crush the series #thai bl #bl series

[male-hedonism-and-acting-cool]

My favorite fix-it au is the one where Oliver's parents are actually poor, and his dad dies. so here are some very specific cattonquick winter break headcanons. mostly Oliver's pov because I relate to being poor and in love with Felix

it's the winter break of their sophomore year

they are already dating

(still took them a fucking eternity to get together. I'd say they started dating at the end of Oliver's first summer at Saltburn. Felix was getting tired of making moves with no reciprocation, and Oliver just didn't know???? that he was???? making moves???? on him???? and at the end of the summer Oliver had a massive panic attack because he got so used to them being together all the time, and he wasn't sure they'd be this close at oxford. and because Felix is his entire support system, he goes to him for comfort. my poor boy. Felix is scared and is like 80% sure Oliver's mom died or something. then he's even more scared because Oliver is crying and panicking but doesn't want to talk about it. then Oliver whispers, "I just don't wanna lose you, I really fucking love you, Felix". and Felix is like "shit, Ollie, mate, are you telling me we could've been done with all this pining stuff like four months ago?")

but I digress. they are already dating

Oliver is invited to Saltburn for Christmas. because Christmas is a family holiday and Felix always celibates at home

Felix has to negotiate no gifts for visitors policy with his mother because there is no way Ollie would feel comfortable exchanging paperback books for some antique watch

(btw sorry for my unreliable depiction of british upper-class society. I'm poor and eastern european)

Oliver stays at Felix's room this time. and it's a little awkward because everyone knows, but at the same time perfect because they can stay in Felix's bed for as long as they want, go have some breakfast, and come right back to cuddling in Felix's bed

the dinner is great if a little Catton family intence. they also have this awkward moment when everyone decides to talk about how much they support gay rights

(Oliver is wearing old Felix's clothes, obviously. it feels really comforting and only a bit embarrassing)

Felix lays on Oliver's chest (because he's the ultimate little spoon, and I'll die on this hill) and tell him about his family and their weird rich people holiday traditions

Oliver plays with his hair in pure fucking bliss and adds something from time to time so Felix knows he hasn't fallen asleep

and then Felix has to bring this shit up again

ever since they went to Oliver's mom, Felix decided he needed to fix this woman's life and her relationship with her son for the sake of solving all Oliver's problems

(they haven't talked for two weeks when Oliver found Felix was paying his mother's therapy bills. Felix was terrified they might break up. Oliver mostly avoided him and cried)

so Felix once again says how nice it would be to go to Oliver's mom for the New Year

it's the same argument they keep having, really. Felix says, "she is trying to get better." and Oliver responds with, "but does she? get any better?" if he has energy to argue about it. most of the time he doesn't

because for his whole life, Felix only encountered broken things he was able to fix. and Oliver doesn't have it in himself to show Felix that some broken things can not be fixed or are not worth the effort to do it. because he's scared Felix would see he's just one of those broken things

so he agrees

the flat is cleaner than Oliver remembers from his childhood but is still probably the filthiest place Felix has ever seen

they still decide to clean the kitchen before making dinner (and have to do an enormous amount of googling first because Felix grew up in a mansion, and Oliver grew up in a dysfunctional family, not ideal circumstances to develop any useful skills really)

they planned the dinner in the car. something Felix likes, something Oliver knows how to cook, something they've seen at the dining hall on the last New Year

Oliver's mom gives them money to buy food, but it doesn't cover half of what they planned. Felix pays for everything like it's nothing. and Oliver wants to die from embarrassment on the spot. because yes, Felix knows he's fucking poor but knowing and seeing are too different things

the dinner itself is awkward. they don't know what to talk about. his mom doesn't really know what he studies or does in his free time. and he isn't any better, all he knows is that she drinks and goes to AA meetings. she is also not openly homophobic, but she does that thing where she acts like Felix and him are just really close friends. or maybe it's the way she would've treated his girlfriends, too. he wouldn't know, Felix is the first person he brought here

at midnight, they eat a surprisingly decent cake Oliver's mom brought from a local bakery. his mom doesn't drink because she is "two months sober" (it's not than Oliver doesn't believe her, he just doesn't think it makes any difference now) and goes to sleep shortly after

Oliver invites Felix for a walk

they go along the streets, Oliver grew up walking, and drink a bottle of champagne Oliver brought in his bag

Felix doesn't ask about his family. but he asks about school, books he saw in old Oliver's room, local urban legends (he's weirdly fascinated with them), and his favorite childhood snacks

Oliver answers. he also can't stop looking at Felix ever since he noticed snowflakes on his eyelashes

they finish the bottle, kiss a little before heading back to Oliver's mom place

they sleep on a tiny bed in Oliver's old room (smaller than ones in oxford dorms if it's even possible). it takes Felix about an hour to fit himself properly

(all the jokes Felix made about having sex in both their childhood rooms end up being just jokes because there's not much you can do when it took all of your concentration just to stop yourself from falling off the bed)

in the morning, Oliver's mom cooks them eggs. she also hugs Oliver really tight before they leave. Oliver doesn't remember her hugging him like this when he was leaving for the first time

Felix looks proud of himself, and Oliver doesn't feel like pointing out an empty bottle in the trash, the one they didn't drink. instead, he chose to believe for a day that relapse is actually part of recovery, and other things Felix keeps telling him about

they drive to oxford mostly in silence. a great, comforting one. sometimes Felix tells him some campus gossip, and they make bets on who slept with whom during the break

Oliver is a bit tired, and his back hurts. but he also feels okay. feels great. feels like there's no other shoe to be dropped any time soon

#obviously English is not my first language lol #also I'm deeply obsessed with them #Felix is so real for taking one look at Quick family and deciding they all need therapy NOW #cattonquick #oliver quick #felix catton #saltburn

[tendervulture]

Tell me about the dragons please! ~Betelgeuse

Okay, you're going to have to be more specific, there are a LOT of dragons floating around in my blog. So many that the place is practically Dave and Busters. But I'll give it a shot.

My two main dragon fandoms are The Legend of Spyro and Wings of Fire.

The Legend of Spyro is essentially Lord of The Rings/Silmarillion but with Dragons, with the cosmic balance of light and dark being a focus and a ton of very important and dubiously canon lore never spoken of in game. The protag, Spyro, is the prophesied purple dragon who can wield all the elements and defeat The Dark Master/Malefor, who was locked in a Superhell dimension called Convexity for being too power-hungry. This is where Cynder comes in. Cynder and Spyro were part of a massive group of eggs destined to be born in the Year of the Dragon, meaning they could not only open superhell and free the Dark Master, but could defeat him too. Because dragon eggs are very important (and because dragons are presumably K-selected as hell, as they can live well beyond 200 years according to one developer's headcanon), the eggs were protected by four old gay dads: The Guardians. Ignitus is the sad orange one, Volteer is the ADHD yellow one, Cyril is the blue snooty one, and Terrador is the practical green one.

Anyway, the eggs all got massacred, except for Spyro, whose father figure/very probably father sent him down the river where he was adopted by dragonflies, and Cynder, who was eggnapped by the Dark Armies forces and exposed to dark energy to turn her into a giant adult dragon. Cynder then went on to massacre most of the dragon population. Anyway, Spyro and his adopted dragonfly brother Sparx went on to get into shenanigans and eventually free Cynder from her corruption through the power of Spyro's space radiation breath, Aether. Aether is the true element of the purple dragons and is the element all other elements come from. Cynder got turned back into a young dragon, though she ran off from the temple she, Spyro, Sparx and the Guardians were hiding out in because she had PTSD and was quite possibly being influenced by dark powers.

Anyway, some shenanigans on a pirate ship and an ancient library later, Spyro faced off against Malefor's top general, Gaul, the Ape King. Spyro accidentally got corrupted when a beam of tainted moonlight due to a lunar eclipse touched him while they were fighting and awoke his Super Powered Evil Side: DARK SPYRO. O No!

Anyway, Spyro killed Gaul, but whoops! The mountain is falling on them all! Using some time magic he got from the old librarian, Spyro froze himself, Sparx, and Cynder in a crystal to live to fight another day.

I'm getting tired, but let's just say the series ended with Cynder and Spyro fighting Malefor and saving the world after Malefor trying to break apart.

Very 2000's. Very grimdark. Very Evanescence. I love it so.

Wings of Fire is a novel series written by Tui T. Sutherland starting in 2012. The dragons from this series have fancy scale patterns unique to this species and external ears. There are 10 dragon tribes, 9 extant, 1 extinct, and there are humans.

Nightwings-The goth ones. Black and silver scales, starry wing undersides. They have mindreading, foresight, or both powers, depending on how many moons they were born under. Breathe fire.

Seawings-The fish ones-The ones with gills and bioluminescent scales. My favorites. No breath weapons.

Rainwings-The frilly ones. They have color-changing scales like a cuttlefish and venom that they spit like cobras.

Sandwings-The ones with the sails. Have a long sail of skin along their back and a barbed tail. Breathe fire.

Skywings-The dragoniest of them all. Long horns, nose horn, red or orange scales. Breathe fire.

Icewings-The fluffy ones (at least in my style). The spikiest and worst adapted to their environment in book canon. Breathe ice.

Hivewings-The racist bug dragons. Beautiful bodies, but their wings do not look strong enough to lift them off the ground. Stingers, stench emission, venomous bite.

Silkwings-The butterfly dragons. Look like sad kittens in canon artwork. No powers except spinning silk, including a special glowing, burning type called flamesilk, which is very rare.

Beetlewings-Extinct ancestor of Hivewings and Silkwings. Not much is known about them.

Leafwings-Planty winged dragons. Speak for the trees.

Edit: Mudwings-Cow-otter-croc dragons. Could be the coolest tribe if Tui focused on them more. Semi aquatic, can breathe fire if warm, can resist fire if born from a red egg. Family units are based on sibling relationships.

#wings of fire #wof #the legend of spyro #spyro the dragon #tlos #dragons #i respond #i speak #fandoms #spyro #cynder #ignitus #terrador #volteer #cyril #hivewing #skywing #seawing #nightwing #leafwing #silkwing #icewing #sandwing #beetlewing #rainwing #mine #ask #mudwing

[goongiveusnothing]

I think on twitter it’s getting to be embarrassing being known as a Harry Styles fan. Literally no one is posting pics of him looking like humpty dumty. It’s all old photos. Or the unintentionally hilarious ai manips that enhance his likeness to goblins everywhere. There’s definitely less fawning over him in tweets.

I also think the media may be openly starting to express that they’re tired of him and are ready to move on to someone who looks young and alive. Just this morning, I saw an article calling someone else the next Harry Styles. THAT hasn’t happened in a while. It’s the guy from Strictly (Bobby Brazier) who has great dance moves. He puts the wigrry clown routines to shame. Like there’s a huge difference between his moves vs the sleazy and cringy way that’s become Harry’s trademark. Bobby can apparently act as well as he’s on Eastenders. There’s rumors he can sing too and that he is the triple threat that Harry pretends to be.

Another thing is, there’s more people outside the Harry/1D fandom calling him greedy and embarrassing and zionist too. I don’t want to point fingers here, but his mommy needing to defend him made him look even more cowardly and weak and that he’s as ugly inside as he is outside. He can post as many nudes or fake nice stories about himself, but the damage has been done. Tipping point for fans will be if the preggy rumors are true.

there's definitely a change. he used to be the cool guy to find sexy or hot. now he's cringe and feels dated and dull and of course, a fucking zionist. there's no energy to him. i think people used to enjoy speculating about his depths or what he got up to or what he was secretly interested in or doing. was he reading books, was he going to gay clubs, what were all the signs and clues pointing to.

you don't see that anymore. nobody cares. i think even they prefer not to know because they know it'll be us finding out he had a pro israeli luncheon with ben winston or was out golfing again or something.

i don't know anything about bobby brazier but i hope he's a good guy and if he becomes famous or successful that he uses it well. i went to look up photos of him and is it weird to say he reminds me so much of shiloh jolie?

i have a feeling harry's dancing is going to be memed to death soon. he's already at the age where it just looks like someone's cringe dad let loose on the floor.

[svtinq]

highschool headcanons (4NEMO ver.) pt.2

venti

the most chaotic bitch in the whole school

has pulled the chair on the teacher, found their facebook account and blackmailed them with the info he knows about their dark past

triple threat - threat to the society, the students and the teachers

went to a private boys primary school and played the female lead, he bagged a lot of guys 

childhood friends with xiao, picked him up while they were both ditching school

still hasn’t hit puberty, claims his balls dropped tho

100% sells fake elevator passes and his old homework to freshman

oh boy this guy is partying EVERY NIGHT

hangs with the druggies so everyone has no idea if he’s high or just himself..

sings choir and has crazy range. Can sing soprano 2 on a good day

comes to school tired on caffeine or high no in between, regardless he has the most chaotic and crazy energy

everyone knows of him theres not one soul who hasn’t heard his name

that “gay” friend in a whole group of girls - w/ the drama kids

attention span is non existent

life of the party

xiao

he has a whole fanclub at school comprised of twilight fans, mafia wattpad readers and degenerates that are too scared shy to talk to him

did lil’huddy before lil’ huddy, the og emo

hangs with the art/drama kids

babysits venti (they went to the same primary school) although he claims to hate him 

venti and aether are the only ones he tolerates

played the second male lead in the primary school play, let’s say xiao found himself a little too in character...

you can find him in every classroom occupying the chair at the back left side next to the window

he is never listening in class, but you can find him doodling or writing song lyrics instead

wears eyeliner. don’t fight me this is literally true

very intimidating and sexy aura

wears a grungy and alternative style, headphones on like 24/7

probably plays guitar with a band outside of school

kinda mean ngl and unapproachable 

on the track team

aether

wanted that chill and peaceful freshman experience

childhood friends with kaeya and childe aka two of the most well-known guys in the whole area, so no that lowkey life was not happening

has senior girls come up to him asking about them ALL the time

also known as lumine’s twin, who is very popular with the guys.. he’s swatting them like flies.

popular but not through intent

that cutscene at the start of the game where he reaches his arm out for his sister? It be like that everyday in the hallway when the guys just “pick her up” and run away

unbothered and annoyed 24/7

joined the track team w/ lumine and met xiao there

in the photography club, don’t ask it just makes sense

afterschool he kind of just dissapears?

is friends with everyone, but still decides to sit with the nerds

good grades 

kazuha

won the school talent show by reading a haikku

everyone loves him DONT EVEN - if childes the golden boy, kazuha’s like the golden..dog. 

turns straight ppl gay

the time he got told off for his dyed hair he turned around to look at the teacher and she started crying at his beauty

probs friends with zhongli ngl.. they kind of just live in the school library.

lands the role when the school does shakespeare

this boys vocabulary is so THick absolutely no clue what he’s talking about

nose in a book whenever you see him

shortest guy on the basketball team, smart and athletic

i think his basketball mates would like lift him up to help him dunk LMAO

in the student council

ik just KNOW he has the prettiest handwriting and notes

the rule simply is don’t fuck with him, because although he could handle you on his own, he has the whole basketball team as his self proclaimed dads

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact hcs #zhongli #venti #kazuha #kaedehara #aether #xiao #venti headcanons #kazuha headcanons #aether headcanons #xiao headcanons #childe #kaeya

[ur-typical-nerd]

Time for Cuphead OCs!

Alright, since I’m currently a little obsessed with Cuphead and The Cuphead Show, I have, of course, decided to make some OCs for it. This list may increase as time goes on

Claire Voyant

-Anthropomorphic crystal ball wearing a flowy, long-sleeved blue dress with golden jewelry and a circlet with a Diamond-shaped sapphire gem in the center.

-Fortune teller 

-Lesbian with a crush on Hilda Berg (I thought having a fortune-teller character getting with a character themed around astrology was cute)

-Recently moved to the Inkwell Isles with her daughter Letta because her old neighborhood was too rough to raise a child in

-Snarky and sassy 24/7

-Besties with the Carnival Trio

-Childhood friends with Elder Kettle

-(Also she was friends with King Dice, but that went south when he started working with the Devil)

-Basically Cuphead and Mugman’s cool aunt

-The Devil occasionally asks for fortunes from her via Henchman, which she absolutely hates. However, she thinks Henchman is very sweet and loves being visited by him; she’ll give him a free fortune whenever he comes to get the Devil’s fortune.

-(She thought it was hilarious when she foresaw the events of the first episode)

-To see the future, she needs to place her head on a golden crystal ball stand

-Both her circlet and her stand are family heirlooms, passed down through generations of fortune tellers/oracles

-Occasionally watches Cuphead and Mugman for Elder Kettle

-My headcanon voice for her is actually the voice from the intro song with a bit of an accent

-Loves her daughter very much

-Also does the occasional seance/exorcism

Letta

-A small ragdoll with short, black yarn for hair, a green button for her right eye, pale fabric as a skin, stitches on the edges of her mouth and all of her joints, and she wears a pastel yellow dress with black shoes.

-Her name comes from the name of one of the most haunted dolls on Earth (it actually stands for Letta Me Out. The haunted doll, not Letta)

-Doesn’t know what her sexuality is specifically, but she is attracted to girls

-Very sweet but very naive

-Created by a cult and discovered by Claire in the same night

-Has no soul, which makes her technically immortal. She’ll age to a point (young/mid-adult), but the only way she can really “die” is if she’s torn to shreds and disenchanted

-Her origins are more or less a mystery

-Can take off her head and limbs by pulling out the stitches connecting them to the rest of her body

-Very good at sewing

-Mentally around the same age as the Cup brothers (which I headcanon to be about 10-12), but she’s only been around for a year and a half

-The Devil is fascinated by the fact that Letta doesn’t have a soul (after all, every other living thing on Inkwell Isle has one) and how this means that he can’t really do much to permanently hurt her

-(Claire is not thrilled by this and has threatened him multiple times to stay away from her kid. The Devil, being the Devil, doesn't listen to her)

-Not much of a hard-hitter, considering she’s full of stuffing

-Doesn’t like fighting

-Can’t get sick

-When she eats or drinks, it turns into magical energy to fuel her enchanted body 

-Used to have a crush on Ms. Chalice until she discovered she was a ghost

Donny “Don” Feathers

-Pale blue, Pillow-headed boy with dark circles under his eyes in a white shirt with periwinkle shorts

-Name is a pun on down feathers, which pillows are often filled with

-Demisexual Gay, and I’m tempted to pair him up with Mugman…

-Lives on Isle Three with his mom and dad (mom is a decorative pillow, while his dad is a round cushion)

-Very chill and kind, down for whatever

-Narcoleptic 

-Has a major sleepwalking problem. He actually met the boys after sleepwalking to their house…from Isle Three. This is a rather common occurrence.

-Not entirely sure what’s going on between the boys and the Devil, but he’s willing to help

-Generally always tired because his sleep schedule is weird due to his narcolepsy

-Enjoys cuddling and soft surfaces

Crimson Rose Carnation

-Anthropomorphic rose wearing a black shirt, exposing a bit of green vine arm, and a green skirt with brown shoes

-Niece of Cagney Carnation, who is very protective of her

-Pansexual with a crush on Letta

-Deadpan and slightly cynical

-The group’s common sense when Mugman can’t fulfill the role

-Has minor control over plants, and, since her arms are made of vines/plant matter, she can stretch her arms to great lengths

-Can also “root” herself into the ground to make herself bigger and more powerful

-Doesn’t really “need” to eat (can create most of the energy she needs via photosynthesis) but does to get certain vitamins and minerals she may need/she likes it

-Hates cold weather

-Goes along with Cuphead and Mugman’s plans partially to make sure they don’t get themselves killed and partially because she’s usually very bored in the woods and wants to see what kind of mayhem they’ll cause

-Has insulted the Devil to his face before

-While somewhat exasperated by his protectiveness, Crimson genuinely loves her uncle 

Woolene Baarnes

-Small, fluffy anthropomorphic sheep with fluffy black wool, brown eyes, and a pale blue full moon pendant with a stylized white wolf on it. She also wears a purple bow in front of her right ear. While she wears white gloves on her hands, she has hooves for feet.

-King Dice’s assistant/bodyguard

-Asexual biromantic

-Her mother was a big, loud, enthusiastic wolf, and her father was a small, mild-mannered sheep her mom fell head-over-heels in love with (they’re VERY in love to this day). This technically makes her a werewolf.

-Her werewolf form is much bigger than her sheep form: she’s actually a head taller than Dice in this form. Her black wool turns into pure white fur, and she grows fangs, a tail, and claws. Her eyes also gain a reddish tint in this form, and her pendant begins to glow.

-She involuntarily transforms into this form whenever there’s a full moon or whenever she get scared/angry enough. However, she can voluntarily transform into this form, but it takes a bit of effort to maintain.

-The amount of control she has over her actions depends on the reason for her transformation. If she transforms voluntarily/calms down, she’s in full control: if she transforms during the full moon or is still too angry or fearful, she has little-to-no control.

-Very perky and upbeat optimist. The kind of employee to bring donuts and coffee for everyone in the morning.

-The reason she was hired is because the Devil basically made Dice get a bodyguard after he nearly got attacked one night. King Dice, frustrated by this, hired Woolene as an assistant/bodyguard to spite the Devil.

-Then there was a fight one night at the casino that ended up involving Dice and Woolene. Woolene got mad enough to transform and literally THREW the aggressors out. Dice just stood there stunned while the Devil congratulated Dice on his choice of bodyguard.

-Got bullied a lot as a kid because of her half-wolf heritage

-Despite her perky, people-loving personality, she doesn’t really like parties. This is due to the fact that pretty much the only party she was invited to was a front for a rather cruel prank that ended up with her transforming out of anger and hurting a classmate.

-Besties with Henchman. As for Stickler…she tries to be nice, okay?

-Very organized and polite, but she actually has a rather short temper  

-Heavy southern accent

#Cuphead #nerd’s ocs #the cuphead show #mugman #king dice #elder kettle #the devil #cuphead ocs #cuphead oc #claire voyant #Letta the doll #Crimson carnation #Donny feathers #Woolene Baarnes #henchman #stickler

[starlypenguins]

Random facts about Crow while I wait for my iPad to finish charging:

Crow still sleeps with stuffed animals. The one they absolutely must sleep with though is Bibbit, a stuffed frog they’ve had their whole life

Sometimes he’ll paint his nails black. This is because painting his nails is the only thing that stops him from biting them

They don’t do a lot of things that everyone else does during school, such as eating or going to the bathroom during lunch breaks. This was an old habit they picked up at their old school and carried with them to Foxfield

Crow absolutely despises large crowded spaces and will do anything to avoid them. Due to this, during lunch break you can find him in the school library reading books or doing work that won’t be due for another month

Often, they struggle with falling asleep at night. Their solution to this is teleporting around all over town really quickly as it drains their energy and makes them incredibly tired. It’s not the healthiest option since they just wake up in pain and with a pounding headache, but it’s a solution

As much as he hates to admit it, he does sometimes take naps in the lair on days where he’s running on 3 hours of sleep, which is most days

They dyed their hair blonde when they were 13 and it never went back to its old colour, even when it started growing out again. Nobody around them seemed to notice this other then themself

He’s easily aggravated by Edward, and at this point has no idea if Edward does the things he does on purpose or if Crow is just looking too deep into everything

They don’t find this out until halfway through their lore, but when their dad told them they were an alien child, he was being serious… kinda. It’s less alien and more space god child thing that was just thrown into some random family by their actual dad

His sword is almost impossible to destroy as it has a bond to him. Only way to destroy the sword is to kill him. Due to this, if he’s seriously hurt or on the brink of death, his sword will begin to crack and the cracks will disappear as he heals

Their sword was actually a gift from their space god dad to make up for not being present in their life

Crow has a drivers license. However, this isn’t common knowledge and could honestly be considered a secret because he refuses to drive and walks everywhere

They don’t own an umbrella and hasn’t owned one since the second grade. Their umbrellas would constantly break so their parents gave up buying them, resulting in them having to walk home in the rain

He’s the type of person to go to a party he was invited to just to be nice, but then hide away in the corner or under a table and avoid all forms of social interaction. Anxiety am I right

Before moving to Foxfield, they lived in a small town in Canada. They got halfway through their first year of high school before having to move to Foxfield due to unfortunate events

Crow has a ladder leading up to his window. He put it there so that Ari didn’t constantly have to walk up the massive stairs in his house every time she came to visit

They refer to their window as the window of gay, and their room as Rapunzels tower. This is because they have a pride flag hanging from their window and their room has one of those tower like parts of the house in it

Thanks to his dads job, they were able to move into the semi-rich people neighbourhood, meaning they live a few minutes away from Felix

They don’t actually like jeans and thinks they’re uncomfortable as hell, they just wear them because they look cool in them

He absolutely hates when people, specifically girls, form deep romantic crushes on him because it breaks his heart to explain to them that he’s gay and arospec and he never knows how to go about it

They’re a people pleaser and will always focus on anyone other then themself. Due to this they don’t have time to focus on their own problems that really need to be sorted out

During his Wolfe pack arc, he unlocks unlimited power for the pack. While Felix is using it to become school king, Crow uses it the cause utter chaos and ruin Edwards day

After a day of hanging out around Edward and his gang, their social meter is extremely drained, leaving only enough energy to have their daily talks with Ari

Despite his hatred of Edward at times, he still really cares about the gang and will risk anything for the guys. He’s even willing to reveal his powers if it means they’ll all be safe

Despite hating going outside, there’s this one secluded spot in the park that Crow really likes going to after school. The only other people who know of this spot are Ari and Felix

#ibvs #crow starla #random rambling with starly #felt like just leaving some random facts about them #might do some ibvs headcanons next #I’ve had a few of those building up #ibvs oc #oc

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Ok, now I wanna ask about the other teachers’ becoming Yuu’s parent (totally not because I simp for Crewel and want to see him as a dad)

Also, if I may, can I be 💜🔥 anon?

NRC Staff: Parenting Yuu

So I kinda got carried away on Sam's. This got very long. I recommend reading Crowleys part first but this is kinda the same idea that you fall out of the sky. Also welcome 💜🔥

The day you arrived in this world, you were but a child, visiting the realm of sleep. Your bed was comfortable and soft like a cloud when you had a peculiar dream. You were falling. Falling through the clouds and stars of the night sky you wearily opened your eyes. 

The night sky was tainted with an awful crack opening up and spreading. The moon was blocked out as the void opened up further, red energy flowing out. Out of the rift same what appeared to be shooting stars, all flying across the sky.

Your body was too tired to think, to move even. you shrugged it off as a bad dream. Like the shooting stars you saw before, your body seemed to glow just like them as you fell. You should scream- shout even, yet you were paralyzed as you watched yourself fall.

Your eyelids become heavy as you hit the ground with a crack, causing a small crater to be formed. You weren't hurt at all surprisingly, as you looked up into the sky at all the other stars falling down. It was when the very last star fell did the crack upon the night sky seal itself shut. Only then did you fall asleep, too exhausted to even move

When you woke up, you were met with a figure looming over you. 

Divus Crewel

When he stumbled along a sleeping and rather dirty child in a crater after witnessing the odd meteor shower last night, he was understandably concerned and cautious. He immediately did what any adult would and took you to the police first. When he learned that last night's cosmic event had several children just like you falling out of the sky and into a new realm with no one else, he was even more confused.

It made no sense to him! Just how does a random child from another dimension fall out of the sky? What about their actual parents? They must be worried sick.

With how things were at the time, Crewel was asked if he was able to temporarily house the child until they are done investigating so they do not overwhelm the system with a bunch of homeless kids. Crewel was a bit annoyed at first- some help they were, but he wasn't just going to leave a child all on their own.

It was there where he drew a bath for your filthy self, muttering curses about his now dirty gloves as he stripped you of clothing and dunked you in the tub. All you remember was the aromatic smells of high-end body wash and the aggressive scrubbing of your skin and brushing of your hair before you're pulled out and wrapped in a towel. The clothes you were in before are now in the wash.

Crewel never thought he was meant for kids. They were messy and annoying and gross. He honestly was looking forward to the day he can finally boot you out to someone that could actually look after you. Or so he thought.

As the days went on with the investigation he got to know you better. You sat on his lap as he goes through some paperwork, mess-free markers in your stubby hands as you scribble on your page. Your babbling grabs his attention as he glances over at your page. It was a crude drawing of you and him smiling and holding hands. His heart melted at the sight.

Before he knew it he was attached. He couldn't bear to give you away. Next thing he knew he was a foster parent for an alien baby.

Crewel was a strict but loving dad. He pushes you to do your best but never to an unhealthy degree. Definitely, a self-care dad that will cut you up some lil slices of fruit as you study. He also oddly acts as your best friend at times when you both gossip about certain students. It's kinda funny.

He's definitely a wine dad and very supportive and trusting. He very much respects your privacy and your space so you feel like you can open up to him about anything. You're gay? So is he. You're trans? Well, we better get shopping for the latest and trendiest clothing.

Speaking of which. You are taught both fashion and manners at a very young age. No kid of his is gonna not gonna know how to dress (especially if they were closeted, you didnt spend ur time in there to not know how to dress). As a potionology professor, you are also taught everything he knows.

You were (most likely) magicless which makes you vulnerable. So he's gonna teach you all he knows about potions so you can protect yourself in the future. Even as a kid you were taught all kinds of different formulas. Crewel would even make his own medicine for you when you got sick.

How you got into NRC? It's unknown. Maybe you applied and somehow got in because of your potion skills. Maybe you fell asleep in your room and somehow got kidnapped and put into a black carriage as you slept. This led to a very surprised wine dad who was wondering what the hell you were doing here and was on his way to go and lecture (your other father) Crowley.

You're a Prefect now so cool? Crewel is not impressed at the state of the dorm, or that awful influence called Grim that tried to burn the place down on your first day. But he will say he's proud that you are a Prefect of your own rather small dorm. Maybe NRC will soon accept other talented yet magicless students like yourself? 

In NRC you are one of the few students he doesn't refer to as whelp because you are his lovely child. Some students try to get close to you cause of this, but thankfully your dad taught you the art of sass and self-defense.

Overall he's an amazing dad that will always have your best interest in mind and WILL drop kick a student that tries to harass you. You have an easier time handing overblots with him lecturing Crowley on not leaving a STUDENT to the headmages work.

Bonus: he definitely will threaten to "return you to the sky where you came from" if you've been bad. Also, you get a lot of DILF comments and it makes you want to die.

Mozus Trein

Oh boy… At least he's very experienced with kids. It was actually his daughters who found you. For the sake of making things simple, we will call them Ana and Drizel, considering he's based on Cinderella's stepmother. His wife shall be Lady Tremaine Trein.

It surprised Mrs. and Mr. Trein to see their daughters in the bathroom bathing and dressing up an actual baby. A baby. Not a dog, an actual baby. Where did you come from- no we can't keep it where are their parents?! You found them outside in the backyard?!

Well, they weren't lying. Just beyond the backyard of their home was a massive cater with a toddler-shaped hole. After hearing the news about how apparently children were raining from the sky he was confused about what to do at first. He and his wife did take care of you for a bit.

During all the time Ana and Drizel were basically treating you like their own sibling. You were now their dress-up doll and playmate! Your new sisters absolutely coddled you and were heartbroken when they heard mom and dad say that might not keep you. 

When the day came when the couple were deciding to keep you, they saw the heartbroken looks of their daughters as they prepared to say goodbye. That is when the Treins' decided that you shall stay.

It doesn't matter your gender at all. With two older sisters, it is time for dress-up and make-up. You. Will. Wear. The. Dress. It actually isn't a bad bonding moment either. You all choose different clothing and makeup for each other. 

Ana will beat up anyone that dares hurt any of her siblings and is always there to bail you out of trouble or sneak things like extra candy. Drizel on the other hand is a total drama queen that loves gossip. She is always there to lift you up however with lots of compliments and doesn't let you talk yourself down at all. They love you very much and you love them.

Mama Trein or rather, Lady Tremaine was a very classy and old-fashioned lady that believed heavily in traditional values such as poisoning your worst enemies and exacting vengeance on anyone who wrongs you. She taught you all manners, proper etiquette on all sorts of subjects, how to dress, and most importantly how to backhand anyone that dares to touch you or your sisters. Since you couldn't use magic to curse or hex, you learn from a young age how to fight and defend your sisters in hand to hand combat.

Mozus on the other hand, though just as strict, believed heavily in letting you and your sisters play as hard as you worked. He does expect a lot of great things from all three of you and makes sure you all study for school. You learn to take good notes and how to write perfect college essays from him.

Despite how intimidating the couple looked. They were loving and sweet. You, your sisters, and your many many cats were raised with lots of love and care. From balanced meals to family time you never felt out of place. No one would believe that the super prestigious and strict Mozus Trein would tell the best bedtime stories. Or how Lady Tremaine would sing the most precious lullabies. Or how both of them were so happy when Drizel 'came out', with them it never felt as though you had to.

It was like a knife in your heart when your beloved mother died. All of you went through a period of mourning. Seeing your sisters so sad hurt even more. From then on you decided you would do everything you can do to see them smile again. You swore even harder to protect them.

The day comes that you are taken to NRC. And even then you still send old-fashioned letters and texts to Ana and Drizel about your time here, sparing no details as you tell them your most recent adventure.

Ashton Vargas

When the man found you in the outskirts of town in a crater, he was surprised by just how strong you were. You were just a toddler yet here you were sleeping as if you didn't just fall out of the sky. Such talent would be wasted if he just let someone else have you, plus he won't lie, you're quite cute and the way you coo at him made him attached.

He's the most jock dad ever. He definitely added protein powder to your meals as a kid and used you as his personal weight to curl. Loving at how you giggled with each curl. 

You have a very healthy diet, to say the least. You have definitely drunk raw eggs and survived off pre-workout at some point. Ashton is going to train you at a young age and encourage you to go outside as much as possible. Definitely signs you up for all kinds of sports. He trains with you too and sometimes is the coach of the games you play.

He's the most dadliest dad to ever dad. Definition of "don't touch the thermostat" and will get up at 5 am to mow the lawn. Also lots of grill days. Man's gotta grill, you know? Meat is good protein now come over here and he'll teach you his secret steak recipe. While we wait let's have a friendly arm wrestle and see who got stronger.

He does encourage you to push your limits in strength but lectures you to not ignore your body. As long as you get passing grades and you're happy, he's happy. Don't think physical activity is the only thing he teaches you. He's an older gentleman and has had to learn lessons the hard way in the past.

"Now listen here son/young one, remember that if a boy or girl says no to you it means no. Do not try to change their mind, okay?" Cringes at his younger years when he tried to convince girls to get with him and doesn't want that to happen again.

He's proud of you when you get into NRC no matter how. Not only does he get to see his kid more, but he also has his training buddy! He does expect you to join some sort of sports club, preferably basketball so you both can have more bonding time. All in all, you are probably buff from having protein at a young age but are a respectful softie at heart. Ashton Vargas, though a bit eccentric, isn't raising any delinquents.

Sam

Arguably the best one to be found by. He doesn't freak out or anything. His friends from the other side told him all about how the sky will fall. He wasn't expecting a child to come out of the sky, however.

Sam has no trouble taking you in, plus his spirit friends seem to like you too. He'll run the shop with a baby in his arms with no problem, even better, his customers have not started adding tips and buying more to help support his newest addition to the family. You're quite the good luck charm, eh kid?

You are never without supervision as a kid. Even if he's not in the room his shadow and ghost friends are there to entertain and rock you to sleep. They adore you.

The good thing about being a shop owner and having so much in stock is that it was no trouble to get materials for you. Cribs? All the latest models. Baby food? Comes in 150 varieties for each different race: human, merfolk, etc. Toys? Yup!

As you get older he acts more like a brother than a father but you don't mind. He's very laid back and has a lot of trust in you. He knows you won't do anything bad, you're a good kid! And if you did, his friends would tell him.

He encourages you to be adventurous and try things out for yourself. He won't let you do anything dangerous such as touching fire, he would even demonstrate why you can't play with it. However, potions or materials around the shop? Go right ahead and create something, kid! He'll be right by your side. The only rule is to tell him when you're going out and to be back in time for dinner together. Yes, he will not start without you. You eat as a family, okay?

Very practical dad. Teaches you everything he knows but also lets you make discoveries of your own. He teaches you how to make a good gumbo and how to handle a knife correctly, but allows you to experiment with spices and combinations to find your own style.

This doesn't just apply to food. He teaches everything about his magic and spirits too. He'll show you how to properly do tarot along with other spells. Even if you don't have magic, he gives you your own magical tarot deck to guide you with some more difficult decisions. Sam also teaches you how to communicate with spirits. You may not be able to do magic but they sure can. 

You now always have a few spirits and shadow families with you. Combine that with your knowledge of all sorts of magic and potions and bam. You're now one of the very few beat tamers Twisted Wonderland has to offer.

Once you get older you learn how to run the shop. Usually, you used to help him haggle customers and sell more items, who can say no to your adorable face? Now that you're older, you help your father by restocking the shelves and offering your own services to customers. You probably roped your very first customer into making a deal with the other side and had an amazing duet and celebratory lunch afterward. 

You were able to get into NRC much differently. Crowley said himself that beast tamers were very rare and good ones were rarer. Yet here you were with a few shadows at your side able to tame even the most unruly beast. From a few dragons to birds or dogs, animals seem to follow and listen to you everywhere. 

Though you may (or may not) be magicless, NRC accepted you with the condition that you would have to be in the Ramshackle dorm. Though Sam has a shop on campus when the carriage came for you you both had a super dramatic hug and goodbye before he waves you off "Come on kiddo time for you to go! aww, they grow up so fast.." 

A perfect orientation was ruined by an unruly beast, Grim, who set everything on fire. Thankfully, you were able to demonstrate your ability to both tame and subdue beasts in front of everyone. Your shadows leaped out to hold the tanuki down as you used one of your talismans to calm down the beast. Your smaller dragon friends made sure to hold onto Grim as a few magical shadows of yours helped to clean up the mess.

The Mirror rejected you, yes, the art of beast taming was long lost. However, Crowley came up and made an announcement, that you would be starting a new dorm with that off tanuki you just tamed and possibly be the start of a new dorm that doesn't rely on magic, but rather on friends. Yes you got some laughs, and you know many would doubt your abilities to lead or do well, but you'll be damn sure to do your best.

The minute you're done with orientation, you go to tell Sam about it. He immediately congratulates you and goes to hug you, offering to help you fix up the old dorm at least with a decent room to sleep in. It's nice to be so close to your only family. You occasionally pop into the shop to help run it and talk to Sam about everything that's been going on. 

Let's just say you being Sam's kid of all people, being a good beast tamer, making deals of your own, AND being able to make potions, summonings, and spell talismans without magic needed definitely helped you prove yourself to others. It may have even attracted the eyes of a certain octopus…

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #sam #sam twst #sam twisted wonderland #twst sam #sam x reader #you're my friend now #anklebiters #mozus trein #mozus trein x reader #platonic #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #ashton vargas #ashton vargas x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #twst x reader #💜🔥anon #sams yuu

[ginneko]

Hello, can I ask headcanons for Sukuna with female vessel reader please? Reader is like Itadori but tries to be nice with Sukuna. And Sukuna, even if he finds her annoying, grow a soft spot for her. Thank!

Ordinary?

A/n: my ask box was so full of baby reader x dad sukuna that I forget that I could write vessel reader to😅. And here 'masterlist'

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Ignorant, sensitive, idiot and... fool that was the view of point the king of curse had for you even it was rude! when you were doing your best for him or trying to be nice to him even he didn't own you.

But you were full of energy and enthusiasm just follow in your blood, bright as the sun you were. But that was how it was, you were opposite of him so opposite attract each other. As he was the reverse of your mind too.

But he loves to discourage you, provoke you or even taunt you. It didn't matter how you tried to be reliable and nice to him he always just act like a high-class bitch and make you feel like a loyal butler.

But still... he is tsu-tsu tsundere. On the first day when you arrived at the school to meet the principal Yaga, he threatens Gojo to not treat you like an object or he will kill them all. Well, hai~ hai~ there was selfishness in such a statement but at least, you were safe.

He know you were someone special that's why he couldn't take control over your body but still suggest you as an 'oddball'. But he waited for you to switch back like he never wait for anyone even he was annoyed and he healed your heart also.

Pretended to be uninterested but hearing your talks even he didn't replay he just hear you.

Slowly but surely he got cooperative with time. But not so... like you went to the subway and was buying the food as you asked him which one he want and wanted for him, 1min..3imn.. well 10min... and you just took your order and left to the station due to no response.

"I want that that chicken one with spice" Hell you didn't understand which one he wants but now  15min had passed you left the subway, of course, he was doing this on purpose. You just wanted to kick him, chock him and the most make him regret but that's impossible. But took a long breath and u-turn again towards the subway for the chicken and wanted to say the worker to add the chills and more spices for his well-being if you can.

He eats a lot like sometimes you felt embarrassed to order the amount of food. Not only that, sometimes he just argues with you to go to burger king. When you want to just eat home-cooked food.

"Oi, sukuna I couldn't buy it. I didn't have money for it" you said in frustration while tired with him and looked at your purse.

"How about, you switch with me, and then I flatter with her a little and she will give it for free" he replied your answer casually which was no, you didn't want to be gay or lose your reputation just for food. But like hell, he didn't talk to you for two days as you didn't but it.

He can give you an opinion if you watch an anime and simp for the character he got annoyed about it, if sometimes you just stare at your favorite anime character. "Brat that not even excites in the reality" as you want to curse him from the bottom of your heart. If you simp for an idol "Brat do you seriously think he will choose you?" Say annoyingly.

He hates all males who you simp for even there are frictional or in-person who had a crush on you. As he takes it as a completion to show he is the most superior to him. That's why he hates itadori as that poor guy just thinks that you are beautiful and got nervous around you.

At one time you fell asleep on the chair as itadori was sitting beside you studying. He glanced at you as a hair shade was falling on your face. He blushed a little and thought to remove it, but as he moved his hand. A mouth pop on your cheek along with an eye. As sukuna just stares at him deep in his eyes which murderer intentions.

"Touch her, and I am gonna rip that finger of yours," he said as his voice laced with venom, itadori just backed away like he just thought 'sukuna what about your fingers a huh?!' But didn't said as he didn't want to cause trouble.

Give you the advice to get long healthy nails like him. Or share his old memories in the mid of the night.

#anime #jjk #sukuna #itadori yuuji #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x y/n #headcanon #itadori x you

[metalbuckaroo]

Birthday

Summary: Toby invites Bucky to his 11th birthday party.

Warnings: good bit of sexual tension, rude ass parent, cursing, I think that's it???

AU: Babysitter!Bucky x Fem!Reader

AN: I waited soo long to finish this that I couldn't remember exactly what I'd planned for it, so I winged half of it.

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Moodboard by @bucksdolll

"Toby seems to be warming up to the temporary pretty well." One of the Moms whispered to yours. "Bucky? He's a sweetheart. Isn't he, dear?"

You looked away from where Bucky was being swarmed by the younger kids and a couple of their older sisters you'd went to high school with; your mom giving you a sweet smile. "A big softie."

"He's great with Toby, and is sweet on a little miss someone." She grinned, poking your side as you got two bottles of water from the cooler. "Well, aren't you lucky." One of the other mom's chided. "Extremely."

"Go save him, poor boy looks like he's ready to combust." Your mom sighed, fixing a few things on the table that held cake and various types of snacks.

Turning on your heels, you went to where he was stood letting Toby babble on about his arm. "Can I borrow you for a sec?"

Bucky gave a bright smile and nodded, letting you guide him to the open back door. "I think he's have a good time showing off his super cool babysitter." You teased, handing him some extra drinks for the cooler. "Does he ever run out of energy?"

Shaking your head, you looked over the way the dark blue t-shirt clung to his skin, the dips of his muscular torso visible even through the wet fabric. "You're not gonna take that off are ya." You said, tugging the hem.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. "Nothing wrong with being a little modest, Buck." You smiled, noticing how he chewed on the inside of his cheek. "Don't wanna, uh, scare a bunch of kids."

"Or have their dads chasing you down because, the wives are gawking at you." You said, scrunching your nose up at him. He breathed a laugh and shook his head again, leaning down to peck a simple kiss to your lips. "Yeah. I don't think that's gonna happen."

After presents were opened and cake was ate, you and Bucky hid away in the kitchen again for a few moments away from the crowd of kids and parents. "You look beautiful, sunshine." He said, adjusting the thin strap of your dress. "Don't look too bad yourself, Buck."

Your fingers wrapped around the cool metal of his dog tags, tugging them so he'd lean down; his lips ghosting across yours when he turned his head to the opening back door.

"James! There you are." Your mom breathed, pulling the door shut behind her. "Mallory just extended her vacation for another 3 weeks. Please, tell me you're available?" She clasped her hands together and gave him pleading eyes.

"Yeah, of course." Bucky smiled, nodding his head. "Great, perfect. A few of Toby's friends are staying, so I hope they don't bother you too much." She said, looking to you.

"I'm sure Bucky wouldn't mind staying to help, right?" You looked up at him, patting his chest lightly. His eyebrows raised and he nodded, swallowing thickly. "I'll stay."

"Miranda, I've been looking for you." Darlene, one of the most judgemental moms, said, Toby and her son following in behind her. "I've been meaning to ask you- where's Matthew? Shouldn't he be here instead of-" She stopped when she saw Bucky, still standing very close to you.

"He had work." Your mom said with a forced smile. "No wonder it didn't work out, that's all he thinks about." Darlene said clicking her tongue. "Now, you're stuck having to pay a babysitter who-"

"Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there. Toby, go play outside." Bucky looked down at your hard expression, putting his hand on Toby's shoulder to walk with him into the backyard. "That's not an appropriate thing to talk about at a kid's birthday party. He is eleven, he doesn't need to know why his dad didn't show up."

"It's just- this new babysitter of yours is so-"

"Sweet? Shy, handsome, good with kids? If none of those are what you are about to say, then don't say it." She looked at you dumbfounded, glancing at your mom. "You're not gonna let her talk like this are you?"

Your mom shrugged, leaning against the kitchen counter. "She's grown. I don't dictate what she says. Besides, she's right."

"Unbelievable."

As the families dispersed, going home once the sun started to set, your mom looking exhausted as she cleaned the kitchen. "I've got it, go on to bed. You've had your stress fill for the day."

She gave you a soft thank you before shuffling away to the hallway, Bucky walking in from the chaos filled living room. "Make it out alive?" You teased, picking up the trash that littered the counter. "Barely. Need help?"

His hand rested on the small of your back, pink tinting his cheeks. "You could move the couch for me? Put this to use." You teased, fingertips running up the dark metal of his left arm before wrapping around his wrist.

You finished cleaning the kitchen and went to check on the state of the living room; Bucky laying out the blankets and pillows on the floor for the kids.

"Can we watch Nightmare on Elm Street?" Toby asked, looking up at you with hopeful eyes as you picked up the remote. "No, it's too scary for you." You said, clicking through the movie selections. "Please?"

Bucky chuckled when you rolled your eyes and nodded. "One scream out of any of you and I'm switching it to lullabies."

It didn't take long.

Not even 30 minutes into the movie you were switching it to Toy Story, ignoring the protests that sounded from them.

Another 30 minutes and they were all passed out, sprawled out on the blankets and snoring as you tugged Bucky with you to the kitchen.

"Knew that was gonna happen." You said, breathing a laugh and lifting yourself onto the counter.

Bucky moved to stand in front of you, your knees parting on instinct to let him stand between them. "Steve said he'll have your car done in a couple days. Want me to take you back to your apartment tomorrow? So, you don't have to take the train."

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely; pulling his lips to yours. You all but melted completely in his touch, cool, smooth metal on your right thigh a beautiful contrast to the warm skin on your left.

"I'm so fucking lucky..." He muttered against your lips before pressing his tongue against yours.

"Ew, stop eating my sisters face." You breathed a laugh at Toby's tired voice, looking over your shoulder at him. "Whst are you doing up?" You teased, turning slightly to see him better. "You know I don't like to admit when you're right..."

You were getting restless. Wanting more every time you'd get near Bucky; more of the sweetness of his kiss and gentle, adoring touches.

But hwahented things taken slow. Which you fully understood; and with the group of kids in the front room, it wasn't going to go far anyways.

"Scared?" He nodded softly and you slid off of the counter. "Calm that down and come watch some tv." You smiled at Bucky, gesturing to the strain against his athletic shorts.

Bucky's face burned as he watched you usher Toby back into the living room, staying back for a moment before following.

"Don't you dare tell anyone about this." Toby said, pointing a finger at Bucky that made him look to where you were holding the boy's hand from your spot, laid on the loveseat. "You're about as threatening as the neighbors ankle biter." Bucky retorted, sitting in the recliner.

You had turned some random TV show on, suddenly becoming extra quiet within an hour.

Bucky glanced from the screen to see you sleeping peacefully, Toby's hand barely hanging onto yours as Bucky stepped over one of the kids to grab the blanket from the back of the loveseat.

Gently laying it over you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek; biting back a smile when you subconsciously tilted your head to follow his lips.

There's always tomorrow.

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Taglist: @likeahorribledream @cxddlyash @iwannabekilledtwice @bookstan0618 @marvel-3407 @glxwingrxse @yliumy @pineprincess @makbarnes @cupcakehinch @doasyoudesireandlive @magicwithinnightmares @preferredrealty @andy-is-gay @stucky-my-ship

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #babysitter!bucky fluff #babysitter!bucky

[aquato-family-circus]

I have quite a few for Bob and an okay amount for Ford @ the baby HC stuff

Bob:

Is trans. Figured it out pretty early on too.

Used to go fishing with his dad when he was really young! And then his dad died and that stopped.

He'd always go to the farmer's market with Tia

(the other older folks there basically all adopted him because he was one of the very few kids around)

He used to do his guitar recitals there! And then he stopped as he got older because Tia stopped taking him...

He's always been a pretty big loner overall, but he was the type to always get described as an "old soul" and such because. Y'know. He didn't know many kids.

Probably homeschooled? Or at least didn't pay much attention in school because he had other things to work on.

He made so much boxed spaghetti. It is an outrageous about of boxed spaghetti. He'd have to cook for him and his mom and just go back to boxed spaghetti. I don't know why I am just stuck with those words.

He is out as trans to the farmer's market, but not out as gay, to this day.

And for Ford there's not as much, but I definitely feel like he's adopted, lived on a farm, and had a (not-adopted) brother who was basically the straight man to the insanity that Ford always gets up to.

I also think he went to college on a scholarship/by working all through it, and met Otto there... That one's a fanfic in the making.

Oh yeah I've read your fic(s) re: trans Bob headcanon they're good :) Bob def has the big trans energy.

It's neat to imagine what Bob's social circles might've looked like bc the memory vault with Bob being the only person in attendance @ the funeral (iirc) definitely makes said circle feel like it must have been small...

The amount of Boxed Spaghetti Bob has gone thru, to me, means one of two things

1) it's an old stand by he still cooks to this day when he doesn't feel like cooking with his brain on

2) after a certain point swore he never had to eat the stuff ever again bc he can get new, better boxed 5 minute meals

fond of the former idea as someone who's has instant ramen noodles as a staple of my average diet since before i can remember

Ford as being adopted is an interesting thought :0!! I think I like that as some kinda shake up of imagining each family is a nuclear family, bc I'm certain they all couldn't have been

I like the idea of Ford working his way into and through college, he seems like he's able to do way more work than should he phsycially possible and that's almost definitely thanks to the teleporting but my god the dude's tired.

hc Ford and Otto meet after both passing out at the same long desk in the college library

#asks #britishsass #hcs

[unbridgeabledistances]

okayyy so i had something heavier/hurt-comforty in the works as a gapfiller about mickey processing (bc we all need that!!!) but this fluffy little 3+1 about ian and mickey singing to each other happened instead— i hope u enjoy💞

a 3+1 of 3 times ian sang to mickey, and one time mickey sang to ian (to give context to the absolutely wild 11x09 serenade)

also the biggest shoutout to @southside-forever’s 80s gallavich playlist which has SO many bops and inspired bits of this😌

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1.

Mickey didn’t really know when it all started— Ian was always fucking humming these days, always whistling or singing some tune under his breath when he came out of the shower. He was more buoyant recently, lighter— the security gig was going well, and these days it felt like something looming and heavy had lifted, releasing the crooked hunch out of Ian’s shoulders that had taken root the sour morning weeks before as he shoveled Fruit Loops and Jameson into his mouth. Since then, it felt like he and Ian were finally on the same goddamn page for once— like they had a purpose, like they were moving forward.

Or at least, moving forward on the weekdays— but today was a slow, lazy Saturday, and Mickey was still laying in bed in a tank top and boxers, sweaty and entangled in the crumpled sheets, laying back with his head on the pillow and playing some overly-gory sharpshooter game on his phone. He’d been trying to beat this fucking level a million times, but his thumb couldn’t move quickly enough at the pivotal moment when he had to shoot a bunch of enemy forces— he’d been at the game for a good half hour, since when Ian had sleepily stumbled off of the mattress sporting a full bedhead to go take a shower, and Mickey was starting to get a tinny, sharp headache from staring at his phone screen for too long. He was just starting to consider getting up, to peel off his sweaty tank top and head downstairs to grab some coffee— when Ian came into the room from his shower, a fraying towel wrapped around his lower half and his torso slick with excess water droplets. Mickey flickered his eyes up from his game for a moment, taking an… appreciative glance, and then quickly focused his attention back on his pixelated mission as Ian stood in front of the dresser in the cramped bedroom, and started to rustle through the drawers for a t-shirt.

Mickey maneuvered his buff video game avatar through a minefield, biting his lip in concentration— when his sharp focus was suddenly infiltrated by Ian, singing under his breath in an airy tone.

“Ooooooh we’re halfway there.”

Mickey gritted his teeth slightly and tried to pour all his attention into the pivotal moment of the level, but half of his mind was being pulled to listen to Ian’s gravelly voice, continuing to softly murmur to himself in a tone that was ridiculously off-key.

“She says we’ve gotta hoooold on, to what we’ve got—”

Mickey’s phone screen flickered. GAME OVER.

Mickey wanted to throw his phone at the fucking wall. He inhaled, then pressed “Start Game” again, one last time— and again, his focus was disrupted by Ian, singing under his breath as he pulled on his jeans and gently pattered his hands in a rhythm on the top of the dresser— which was endearing and sappy as fuck, sure, but it was not helping Mickey with the task at hand. Mickey puffed out a sharp, frustrated breath, keeping his eyes on his phone screen.

“The fuck are you singing for right now?”

Ian suddenly gave a sheepish smile over his shoulder as he rifled through their sock drawer, like he’d been caught in the middle of doing something wrong.

“Don’t know. Song was just stuck in my head I guess.”

Mickey glared at Ian, pressing his thumb to the screen to pause his game. “Cut that shit out.”

Ian rolled his eyes fondly, sitting on the edge of the mattress to pull on his socks. “You should be thanking me for serenading you with your fucking eighties dad music. I could be singing Carly Rae Jepson right now, or some other pop bullshit that you hate.”

Mickey felt an involuntary, amused smirk split onto his face, and he tried to turn it into a scowl. Fucking adorable motherfucker.

“Okay, tough guy. If anything you should be thanking me for cleansing your ears from the techno garbage that you used to listen to.”

Ian gave a soft smile, shoulders turning fully towards Mickey now that he’d finished pulling on his socks— and then he turned and clambered into the bed, hovering above Mickey and causing Mickey’s fingers to go slack around his phone case. Mickey could smell the warm, freshly-showered scent of him, all cheap bar soap and Old Spice deodorant, and felt the soft press of his t-shirt through Mickey’s thin tank top— an overly worn t-shirt, one of Mickey’s, that stretched just a little too tight over Ian’s torso.

Ian looked down at Mickey, fucking beaming for some reason, his eyes light. He swooped down, pressing a soft, quick kiss above Mickey’s eyebrow. And then—

“Take my haaaand, we’ll make it I sweeear”

Mickey felt an involuntary, uncomfortable chuckle bubble up out of his ribcage. Was Ian fucking… singing? To him? It definitely seemed like it. And as much as he didn’t want it to, because this was fucking sappy and ridiculous and… well, gay— Mickey couldn’t help the fact that his husband leaning over him, breathily singing the tune of one of their goddamn wedding songs in his husky tone-deaf voice, made Mickey’s blood run a little bit hotter; which was bullshit, because absolutely nothing about this should be hot, and it was probably the most disgustingly married thing that Mickey could think of— but apparently everything about Ian, every dorky and fucking god-awful cringey thing that he did, was a turn-on, or at least according to Mickey’s thudding heartbeat and sweaty palms right now.

Ian’s face was still hovering centimeters above his, his eyebrows raised triumphantly and sporting a sappy fucking grin, like he knew how affected Mickey was by this, no matter how much Mickey grumbled and complained and tried to hide it.

Mickey rolled his eyes. “You’re fucking soft, Gallagher.”

Ian just leaned down again, kissing up the slope of Mickey’s neck and biting at his earlobe—and, okay, maybe Mickey could get behind Ian’s singing after all.

 2.

Ian’s singing was starting to get fucking ridiculous— and as much as it made something deep inside Mickey feel a light pang of relief, to see Ian being his old bubbly self again in the rhythms of routine and held by the safety net of financial stability because of the security gig that made the air between them less stale, it also meant that they were also around each other pretty much 24/7, and Ian’s serenades were starting to get relentless.

While they pretty much had a common ground in liking nostalgic 80s music, they would still inevitably argue about what music to play in the ambulance every morning— and whatever shitty album they eventually chose to put on, whether it was Ian’s pop garbage of Mickey’s mellower 80s tunes, Ian’s brain would apparently absorb all the songs like a fucking sponge and he’d start singing them all day long—in the kitchen, in the shower, even when they were just laying in bed on their phones and Ian would constantly hum absentmindedly.

Today they were driving to some bougie dispensary in Glencoe, near a bunch of ridiculous mansions on the very outskirts of the city, and it was Ian’s turn to pick the music— Mickey usually elected one of the well-loved CDs that he’d jammed into the glove compartment as they were refurbishing the ambulance, CDs that he’d kept since he was a kid when he piled them high in the corner of his grimy room next to a half-broken boombox— but as much as they were Mickey’s comfort CDs, Ian could only listen to Bon Jovi so many times before he started to slander 80s music as a collective genre.

“Can we just listen to something by someone who isn’t older than us, just this once?”

“Easy for you to say, Gallagher. At least the music that I like has fucking words.”

When it was Ian’s turn to pick the music, he usually picked more modern stuff with heavy beats and a thrumming bass (though more often than not he also appeased Mickey’s tastes with some “80s throwback” playlist he’d found on Spotify that he’d noticed Mickey would bob his head along to)—but on longer drives, like this one, it was easy to butt heads about the soundtrack. Ian had allowed Mickey to play through one of his Queen CDs that morning, and then Ian had put on some whiny indie bullshit from a playlist on his phone for the other half of the drive— now they were heading home after a long day, with the stereo turned low to a local radio station.

They’d settled into a comfortable silence, as they often did at the end of the day when their energy faded— Ian had stopped pattering his hands on the steering wheel like he usually did when he was amped up and buzzing with energy in the mornings, and Mickey could tell they were both ready to collapse onto the couch the second they set foot in the door.

Mickey blew out a deflated breath and reached to turn up the radio, tuning in to some middle-aged host with a cheery voice chattering about the heat wave in Chicago that upcoming weekend—and then the airwaves went silent, and there was the overdramatic sound of a slamming door and a gospel choir.

Ian’s ears nearly fucking perked up at the sound as the opening chords began.

“Life is a mystery… Everyone must stand alone…”

Ian immediately raised his voice to join in, the tired slouch leaving his shoulders.

“I hear you call my naaaame”

He turned to Mickey and pointed overdramatically, causing Mickey to shove his arm away but unable to quell the overly fond grin that he knew was blooming on his face.

“And it feels like… home.”

The beat dropped, rolling into the chorus, and Ian energetically drummed his hands against the steering wheel once more.

“C’mon, Mick!” Ian laughed, throwing his head back dramatically as he sang while still trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“When you call my name, it’s like a little prayer, I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there.” Ian’s pitchiness clashed with the melody, but he was too focused on singing and bopping side to side in this seat to really care.

Mickey rolled his eyes, his lips still turned upwards at the corners while he watched his absolute dork of a husband jamming to Madonna. “Isn’t this song about giving someone a blowjob or some shit?”

Ian gave an easygoing laugh. “Technically, yes. And it’s also definitionally a gay anthem, which means you have to sing with me.”

Mickey scoffed and flipped Ian off. “Fuck off.”

Ian raised a playful eyebrow, and continued to sing with relentless eye contact:

“It’s like a dreeeeam, no end and no beginning”

Mickey felt heat rise into his cheeks against his will. No fucking way was he going to sing a Madonna song about a blowjob stone-cold sober at 2pm on a Tuesday while driving home from work with his fucking husband—which, wow, that was probably the gayest sentence that had ever crossed Mickey’s mind in his 26 years of existence (which was definitely saying a lot).

This wasn’t ever a place Mickey thought he’d be in— sitting beside Ian so comfortably, singing fucking songs while they drove home from their daily commute; getting to soak up all the warmth, all the brightness that had always radiated out of Ian so intensely that it nearly blinded him, a warmth that he’d always wanted to lean in closer to even when they were just scrawny kids in a shitty neighborhood still figuring everything out.

Maybe, just maybe— it was okay to lean in a little more.

By the time the chorus rolled around the third time, Mickey was begrudgingly humming along, like he usually did whenever the songs that Ian was singing on and endless loop got stuck in his own head and popped up while he was brushing his teeth or making toast for breakfast— by the time the final rhythmic chorus faded to silence on the radio waves, Mickey glanced over at Ian, singing at the top of his lungs, face slightly flushed and grinning ear to ear.

“Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there.”

3.

Ian and Mickey were walking down the moonlit sidewalk, veering back home after an evening at Lip’s— the night had honestly been weirdly enjoyable, which was definitely a welcome reprieve from all of Lip and Debbie’s intense back-and-forths about the house over the past few weeks. Tami and Lip had needed to go over to Brad and Cami’s for some bullshit crisis management about the stolen bikes, and Ian had readily agreed to watch Freddie— which meant that whether he liked it or not, Mickey had spent his Friday evening at Lip’s half-packed apartment watching Ian coo over a one-year-old, which was… not a totally unwelcome sight.

Trying to keep his shit together, Mickey had snapped a picture to send to the Gallagher family group chat, and everyone had immediately given them shit about being so eager to babysit and get their hands on a toddler like a couple of baby-crazed newlyweds—which had caused Mickey to start overzealously complaining in the groupchat to compensate while Ian occupied Freddie. Kev had noticed the texts and swung by Lip and Tami’s house after closing the Alibi to keep the two of them company, bringing by a pack of beers—and now he and Ian were warm and happily buzzed, relieved of their babysitting duties and walking the chilly city streets back towards the Gallagher house.

Halfway through the walk Ian had interlaced their fingers, and now their arms were swinging slightly as they turned the final corner to walk down the last stretch of pavement towards the chain-link fence—when suddenly, Ian stopped cold a few houses away from the Gallagher front porch. He looked down at Mickey, raising their entangled hands and pressing a kiss to the inside of Mickey’s wrist.

Mickey raised an eyebrow in confusion, and Ian just looked back at him—his cheeks glowing pink from the few beers, his eyes light and unguarded under the streetlamps.

“This spot reminded me of something.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. Of fucking course it did. Ian was a sappy motherfucker on the best of days, but with a couple of beers in him he was practically uncontrollable.

“What?”

All of a sudden Ian let go of his hand, punching into the air dramatically.

“Cause love is a battlefiiiield”

Mickey laughed, feeling warm hot blood rush to his cheeks in delight—and fuck, he loved his husband so goddamn much. And just this once, mostly because of the own alcohol running thick in his bloodstream, Mickey made the lurching decision to join in, stepping closer towards Ian and raising his hands equally as dramatically.

“No promises, no demands”

“Woooooah”

Ian had practically doubled over with laughter, tears welling in the corner of his eyes—and Mickey let himself get lost in it, the warm feeling buzzing through his body, of love and joy and fuck knows what else, getting to sing on a fucking street corner with his husband a decade after everything had gone so gut-wrenchingly wrong, leaving him bleeding on this same pavement.

They stumbled over their own feet up the stairs, fumbling out of their clothes and collapsing into bed—and later, just as Mickey was on the brink of fading into unconsciousness, Ian mumbled the same refrain into the crook of Mickey’s neck in a sleepy voice, like the song was still stuck in his head and he just couldn’t help it.

“Love is a battlefield.”

4.

It was late— it was one of those slow, tender nights when the past was hanging heavy over them, laying pressed together in bed as thin streams of moonlight poured in through the blinds, pressing whispers into each other’s skin about all of the hurt and the doubt that had been seeped up and healed with time.

Ian was sprawled back on the bed and Mickey was laying with his head resting on his chest, feeling his ribcage expand and contract each time he took a breath. They’d absorbed so much the past few weeks— the sick, twisted blows of a loss that felt all the more jagged and painful because of how muddled the grief for Terry was—but after a few days had passed they’d found a place to settle, in the comforting press of the silence in their bedroom.

Mickey was mindlessly playing with Ian’s fingers, listening to his steady breathing—and without thinking, he ran a finger over the cool silver of Ian’s wedding band, letting out a breathy chuckle.

“I still can’t believe we’re married sometimes, man.”

Mickey could feel Ian’s lips curve upward into a smile from where his mouth was pressed against the top of Mickey’s head.

“Yeah, me either.”

And Mickey felt something bubbling, something welling— and he didn’t ever fucking sing, not unless Ian made him, but Ian was always fucking dropping song lines into sappy moments like this.

So he took a breath, and, half-singing but mostly talking, in a way that sounded almost mocking if it wasn’t so soft around the edges, he let out into the dark silence of the room:

“At last….”

He wasn’t even singing, not really—he was just sort of… saying the words in a singsongy way, but he knew that Ian could tell what he was doing, what he was trying to do. He was trying to be as fucking sweet and soft and pliant as Ian was, as Ian always was in moments like this, in a way that sometimes made Mickey feel brittle and hard in comparison. This time, Mickey wanted to breathe out the love he had for him into this moment, the love that made his ribcage feel like it was going to fucking burst— a love that he felt erupting outwards when Ian had played this song for him for the first time a few weeks before the wedding, and had asked with a shy smile, “D’you think it’d be okay if you walked down the aisle to this song?”

Ian’s chest shook with laughter, and he carded a hand through Mickey’s hair. And then, in his gentle, sleep-soft voice, in a breathy tone that tickled the shell of Mickey’s ear:

“My looove has come along”

Mickey rolled his eyes fondly, just to prove something to himself, even though he knew Ian couldn’t see him—and then he reached a hand upward and leaned back, drawing Ian’s chin forward to press his lips to his for a brief, lingering moment.

Mickey settled back against Ian’s chest again, and felt Ian press a kiss to the top of his head. He smiled contentedly, closing his heavy eyelids.

Maybe being a couple of sappy motherfuckers wasn’t so bad.

#i wrote this so fast bc it is midterms szn and i am a busy bee! but simply needed to get this out of my brain #i love y’all and hope u enjoy the softness!! #also @ the anon asked me for more drunk happy husbands here u go<3 #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian x mickey #ixm #ian and mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich fanfiction