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tonowarii · 1 year

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IM SO HAPPY YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN💕💕(but don’t overwork yourself bestie take your time🥰💕)

spider x Human!reader where reader, who never wears the blue paint spider wears, one day randomly(totally not to hide the hickeys spider gave them 🙄) has it on their neck and someone asks them about it.

You technically don’t have to write spider cuz it could really work for any character I just had spider in mind while coming up with this.

NO BC I MISS WRITING FOR SPIDER MY BEST BOY <3

Got A Secret

Pairing: Spider "Miles" Socorro x Human!GN! Reader

WC: 1.1k

Warning/s: light swearing, teasing, some suggestive content but nothing too explicit

GIF IS MINE! (my pretty boy 😚)

“That’s weird.” Lo’ak suddenly said.

You, Spider, and the Sully’s were hanging out one day in the forest, deciding to take a minute or two rest to gain some energy for the way back.

“What’s weird?” Tuk asked, eyeing his brother.

“Yeah, what?”

You looked up from inspecting your knife to find Lo’ak’s eyes boring into yours. “What?” You asked, suddenly feeling seen. “Did Spider finally have you wrapped up in his finger that you started wearing that paint too?” Lo’ak joked. You blushed while Spider freezes, looking at Lo’ak then at you.

“Shut up, bro.” Spider said to him.

“No, because I remember (Y/N) saying it was too itchy for their skin, so it’s weird seeing them with it now.” Lo’ak said.

“Ooh, but it makes them pretty!” Tuk perked, smiling at you. All you did was sit in silence, trying to come up with a decent explanation.

Both you and Spider stared at each other, he was wearing a slight smug look on his face but was trying to hide it. You weren’t saying it was his fault but- it was his fault.

One thing led to another and that another was you being left with hickeys made by him that littered down from your neck to some areas of your chest.

Spider, realizing his mistake the night before today, just decided the best idea his mind could come up with, that is covering you in the same blue paint he wears all the time, to hide what the two of you were doing.

But in doing so earlier in the morning, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and had decided to give you a few more.

“I mean, can’t I try something new?” You hoped your excuse was enough, Spider just chuckled, leading you to elbow him in the ribs as he winced, rubbing his side as he frowned.

“Yeah, just leave them be, Lo’ak.” Kiri said, looking at you and Lo’ak before rolling her eyes.

Lo’ak then shrugged, standing up. “Any of you guys wanna go for a swim? The heat’s killing me.”

“I do! I do!” Tuk followed his brother, jumping up and down. “Finally, a great idea you come up with.” Kiri said. “Count us in!” Spider said, standing up and facing you, offering his hand to pull you up.

You grabbed it, letting him pull you to stand as the others were already walking away. “Stop smirking, dumbass.” You rolled your eyes at the boy who was looking at you.

“I’m not!” He raised his hands up defensively. “But you look good with those marks.”

“Hmm, the painting or your marks?” You teased. He lets a sheepish chuckle escape him. “Both…?”

Sighing, you turned around and began jogging away to catch up with the others, Spider hurriedly following after you. “Hey, at least we’re both matching!”

Thankfully, Lo’ak had found a lake not too far, the water looked too tempting as it was a bright blue, encouraging you to just dive right in.

Lo’ak, Tuk, and Kiri had already jumped in, splashing each other, more like Tuk and Kiri teamed up to take Lo’ak down. You eagerly ran towards the lake and jumped. Spider did too, swimming up towards you.

You played for a bit in the waters, holding each other’s breath to see who could last the longest, seeing who could make the biggest splash, and even a playful game of shoulder wars, teams consisting of Lo’ak and Kiri, with you and Spider. Tuk had to be the scorer.

That was probably the most fun you had as you and Kiri had to knock each other off when you both were perched upon Lo’ak and Spider’s shoulders. In the end it became a tie.

“Guys we need to go home nooow.” Tuk reminded while all of you dried yourselves up. “Yeah, Tuk, we know.” Spider said.

You were just stretching when you had suddenly become the centre of attention again. “Hey! Are you okay? I didn’t push you off that hard, did I?” Kiri said, looking at the marks on your chest, some on your neck.

“Huh?” You replied to Kiri, confused. Spider looked at himself then at you, eyes widening. “Uh, baby…”

You looked at Spider, the blue paint on him had faded and you looked down at yours, it had faded too, revealing the purplish marks you tried to hide. Fuck.

“Oh! No! I’m fine, probably just something else.” More like someone.

“Are you sure? I’m sorry!” Kiri said, Lo’ak and Tuk were curious, so they approached the two of you to see what was going on. Lo’ak seemed to know, and he laughed. “Oh, bro…”

“Are you okay?!” Tuk asked in concern. “Guys! I’m okay!” You reassured them.

“Now I get it.” Lo’ak said, approaching Spider and smacking his back. “Jeez, cuz. You did that?”

“Shut uup.” Spider said, playfully shoving Lo’ak off as they playfully wrestled, Lo’ak endlessly teasing him.

“Did Spider hurt you?” Tuk asked. Kiri had finally caught on what Lo’ak was teasing Spider with and the gears in her head turned, mouth going ‘o’ as she answered Tuk for you. “No, Tuk, I’m guessing it just had to be an allergic reaction to the paint…” Kiri explained, looking at you to help solidify her explanation.

“Yeah Tuk, I said it was itchy before, right? I just didn’t notice.” You laugh.

Thankfully, Tuk took that explanation. “Oh, then uh- just use other berries for painting then!”

You and Kiri look at each other, laughing. “Yeah, I’ll ask Spider to do that next time.”

After everyone had finally settled down, except for Lo’ak who throwed teasing here and there to Spider on the way home, they had to go back to their family while you and Spider went in the shack into your own room, finally free from your exopacks.

“I can’t believe that happened.” You said, slamming your back on the bed as you covered your face.

“I was trying to tell you the paint’s gonna wash off but you jumped right in!” Spider defended, the bed creaking as Spider sat beside you, smiling.

“Yeah, the paint washed off but who’s fault are these?” You said, uncovering your face to use your hand to point at the marks your boyfriend had left.

“My bad.” He chuckled. “Yup, that’s right, your fault, Spider.” You laughed with him. “Next time I’ll let you know how it feels.”

The statement suddenly left your mouth out loud, rendering the two of you silent and one Socorro blushing madly. He definitely liked that idea, but to play it off, he shrugged.

“Guessing that ‘next time’ could be now.”

Oh, this little bastard.

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starfxkr · 28 days

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absolutely obsessed with trap!jj (even though sometimes he can be a little too much) and had some questions about his past!

how did jj get into all this dangerous stuff? was it because of his dad or some other family? did he just get in with the wrong crowd?

how does he maintain his big scary bad guy persona when he's just a silly guy at heart? does it have something to do with how he got into the dangerous stuff?

last question because i know that was a lot: does he still talk to john b kie sarah n pope?

YES YES ASK ME MORE ABOUT MY MAN

but short answer he used to run "errands" for his dad and being around all the ogs his entire childhood he kinda just got swept up? like despite them half heartedly telling him to do his best to stay on the straight and narrow they knew he had very little chance of making it out, his dad was abusive, he's dyslexic so he could barely read for the longest bc nobody cared to help him so it was just the most logical yet extreme conclusion for him.

him being a very silly, charismatic guy is part of what makes him so off putting. because he really is a cool dude but those around him know how short his temper really is and he will laugh and smile in your face right before shooting you and then go back to cracking jokes like nothing happened. he has to compartmentalize a lot really. again taking canon jj to a logical extreme who we see is a very loving, fun guy but he has a lotttt of anger and resentment barely contained. everyone knows he's got an itchy trigger finger and a bad temper but they also know he's cool as hell and loves to kick it. he rests in that uneasy balance and does it purposely.

and I think he does like him and john b still tighter than a bootyhole in this au because like them being best friends since the sandbox aint change really. john b doesnt get involved in jjs shit too much but he's always there for whenever he finally wants out. same thing with pope, like pope is always his ticket to clean money when he's tryna get his shit together which is actually quite often esp when he gets involved with reader like when it gets serious he wants out. with kie the relationship is more fraught because she still cares for him and wants him to get his life right but she has a tendency to bulldoze and shame him for it and you get glimpses of that kook privilege that really makes jj stick his feet in the ground more. because to him how could she ever understand the circumstances that even got him in this position. they kick it every now and then but she's more friends with jb and pope than jj.

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #trap!jj

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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this is probably so annoying but 😭 the hoshi fic was so adorable, could u do a minghao version please??

sick with minghao! ✧˖°.

when you guys request, it really makes my day, so don't apologize or think you're annoying me!

i really enjoy doing this for you, so go ahead and request as much as you want ♡✧˖°.

so imagining you're sick and you're trying to hide it from minghao bc you don't want him to worry

it's funny you think you're getting past the8 😭🫶

but you wake up late, realizing he's already out of bed and making you some breakfast and some tea

your head is KILLING you :( and your throat feels so itchy, your voice coming out hoarse when you tried calling for minghao

you think, "crap, how am i supposed to hide this?"

"oh, good morning, lovey," he coos, walking into your room with a tray of breakfast

you grab the tea, put a crap ton of honey in it, and chug it down to ease the pain in your throat

"babe, that was right off the kettle. don't burn yourself," he says, trying to take the tea away from you.

you clear your throat and thank god your throat feels better

"morning, hao," you smile at him

"don't 'morning' me when you just nearly chugged boiling water," he sasses you, making you smile cheekily at him

"i was just really thirsty," you say, reaching to pet his head. "thank you for this."

"i figured i should surprise you," he says. "you were shivering when i woke up this morning."

crap, does he know?

"it was just cold," you counter, making him nod slowly.

"you're so pretty," he smiles, leaning in to give you a big smooch on the lips. "eat up. i have to get ready."

he gets ready for work, and before he leaves, he walks over to you as you are getting ready, and he places his hand on your cheek

he caresses your cheek with his hand and tilts his head as he looks at you with heart eyes

"if you need anything, anything at all, call me and i'll be right over," he says before giving your forehead a kiss and then leaving

later in the day, the pain is so bad that you physically cannot do it at work

you're working so hard, but your boss noticed how terrible you seemed to feel (and looked), so he sent you home early

and now you're dragging your feet as you walk out of the office

suddenly your phone starts ringing and you startle, sniffling and trying to breathe normally before picking up

"oh- h-hey, minghao," you say, nervously chuckling

"i was thinking about you," he says. "but why do you sound off?"

you start coughing and rush to mute your mic, but it's too late

"y/n, i know you're coughing. no need to hide it," he says

you unmute and sheepishly say, "i'm sorry, i didn't want you to worry."

"i'm not worried about your coughing," he says, matter-of-factly.

"oh, okay," you say, awkwardly.

"see, both of us can lie," he says, sassily.

"hao, what the heck are you talking about? 😭😭😭" you say, confused

"i know you're sick, dummy," he says. "that's why i'm here to pick you up from work"

"minghao... WHAT?! you have work!"

"don't give me that, get in the car already," he says, honking the car horn, making you turn to see his car nearby

you get in the car and you both start scolding each other like

"i told you that you shouldn't overwork yourself and now you're sick!"

"you didn't have to call off work for me! i'm fine!"

"don't say you're fine when you sound like a croaking frog when you cough!"

"minghao, that's mean!"

"it's mean for you to lie to me and tell me you're okay! i really worried about you!"

and it went back and forth until you physically couldn't manage, and you hide your head in your hands

"baby, sorry, i didn't mean those things, i'm just upset. i just wish i could take away your pain and deal with being sick for you," he says

"don't worry, i'm just... my head hurts..."

when he gets home, he tells you to wait, and opens your door to help you out of the car

he sets you down in your bed and tells you to wait as he goes and gets some stuff

he comes back with a big bag of lots of stuff ranging from hand sanitizer, tylenol pm, allergy meds, tissues, and all of that stuff

"when did you get all of this?"

"i didn't go to work at all today. i got all of it after i left this morning"

"hao, you really didn't have to..."

"but i want to take care of you, and there's nothing you will say that'll stop me. so don't even bother trying to tell me not to do this stuff. you're my baby and my poor baby is sick :((("

"you're so extra"

"because i love you. i'll pick out some clothes and have you change into them as i get all your meds and everything"

and he takes care of you for the rest of the night, letting you lay down on your side so you're turned to look at him

he brushes his fingers through your hair and smiles at you

"get better soon, okay, honey?" he baby talks you, pinching your cheek,"so i can kiss you as much as i want again."

"mmm, okay"

"i love you so much, silly. don't try hiding this from me again."

thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoyed the sassy, lovey minghao! feel free to request many, many more things that you want to see from me ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! ς(>‿<.))

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shslskaterboy · 7 months

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Got any more Akira headcanons to share? I could use some more objectively correct info about the borblo

Hobie my beloved Hobie you know I absolutely do

Autism ❤️

I think I have said it before but fuck it were saying it again, I really like the idea of his glasses being his metaphorical safety blanket. They act as a physical barrier between him and the world and I think they would make eye contact less itchy for him (this is actually an idea I play around with in my fics a lot so if you’re paying attention it’s a good indicator of his mental state)

I believe wholeheartedly that he can cook (strikers is right there it gave us the evidence) but I think he often struggles with cooking for himself. Just too much time and effort and it would be so much easier to just eat whatever, but when he’s got an external motivator (ie other people who are depending on him) then he finds it very doable to cook proper meals

He was totally one of those kids who could read an entire book in one sitting. Absolutely ravenous about them, book fairs were his shit, he would get an entire pile of books (most of which were about special interests) and then read them with his big autistic eyes 8000 times

I like the idea of him helping Ryuji do his hair and being really good at it bc he’s very meticulous and good with his hands. Boy really maxed dexterity and he’s making full use of it by never getting even a speck of bleach on his boyfriend’s skin

He dresses well, albeit rather plain as a teenager, but I think he gets a lot more comfortable expressing himself when he’s older on account of having a secure group of friends to back him up. He is just such a guy who would have piercings and have such a collection of accessories and shiny things to decorate himself with, and I think he would have such fun with it

Genderfluid Akira. Need I say more? He’s literally the most gender guy ever and I think he should use whatever pronouns he wants forever and wear pretty dresses and put makeup on and make everyone confused all the time

And finally I think he’s in gay love with Ryuji and they kiss about it all the time 🥰

#wahoo!!#thank you for the ask bestie 🥰🥰🥰#I love him very dearly #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #persona 5 #p5 #skaterboy speaks #about: Akira <3 #pegoryu #bc I can ❤️

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notyoung-neil · 2 months

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AM I YAPPIN ABT YOUNG NEIL HEADCANNONS INSTEAD OF WORKING OR SLEEPING?! YEAHH LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOO

If you fucking know me or see my ACC (and my other blog accs) yk I love the OG ships like jophen/ startech (joseph x stephen) mobillce (mobile x wallace) and maybe a few other non-cannon ships like kimona (Kim x romona) and...fuck idk the ship name for hollie x roxie or Kim x Lisa but yeah those too. For neil, personally, I'm a nordegrim shipper :)) Sorry, neilphen fans :((

Since I imagine he's still on collage I assume he's taking sonthing/ changed courses into somthing more...movie thing? Idk. Mainly working with cameras, screen writing, anything movie based or whatever

Since for Joe I made him Hispanic, other scott as Chinese, I don't really know what to do for the quirky silly little guy like neil. Gimme some ideas if y'all ever see this

Has attachment issues. Or fear of being left alone or not included

He has eczema that flairs up during the winter. Sometimes, he cries silently because of how itchy he is and doesn't like the cream the doctors told him to use because it's a weird texture he isn't comfortable with

Whenever stephen is back home from work, they usually sit down and watch movies together or during dinner. Young neil yaps about a movie, and stephen replies with a dry and simple "mhm, " "yeah", "that's cool -" and sometimes the occasional questions. Neil doesn't mind since he knows stephen is tired

He sometimes steals money from stephen but not all the time. He pays stephen back quickly by making some dinner (that he fucked up)

Favorite games have to be anything RPG based and zelda. Maybe he also got into the virtual world hype like UB funkies, webkinz, neopets, or club penguin (mainly UB funkies)

If he dose have a job I imagine he'd work at the second cup just to hang out with Stacy more, maybe a comic book store, or at no account video with Kim so he can watch more movies for free

I imagine his interest related friends has to be hollie (bc I see hollie also being a cinaphile), Joseph (because he wants to learn how to operate cameras and stuff and make it look cool by editing) and Jimmy (fellow zelda and starwars fan)

He has acne/ acne scars and back acne (I think that's the term) and he always picks/scratches at it

Speaking of picking. He always picks at his fingers and sometimes peels off a good chunk to the point it is bleeding bad, so he has bandaids on his hands and fingers most of the time. He doesn't mind which sorta bandaid. He likes the colorful ones that have like a character on it, but he worries if he might be too distracting for him when he's in class

I love how ironic it is for him to wear a heart on his sleeve sorta shirt even though he doesn't really show his feelings that often. He has the same ass stare all the time, and I think it's silly. So I just imagine he would say whatever is in his head without second thought, or he would mumble it if he thinks it's weird. So whenever he talks about his feelings, like how he feels about the whole "band abandoning him" situation, he actually means It and doesn't really hide it at all.

Steph (Neil's older sister) got him a pair of headphones bc thier parents were always fighting and a Walkman so he can listen to some music. He still uses those headphones to this day even though their broken in half, the sound quality is terrible and the ear puff thingy is crumbling

Whenever he goes out to the mall or out with anyone, he either has his hands in his pocket or out, bc someone has to grab onto his wrist so he wouldn't stop and stare at things (it's mainly Stephen and Kim who has to grip onto his wrist and drag him along. He dont mind tho :/ meanwhile stacy just holds onto his hand and stares with him)

Whenever stephen has a day off and he sees neil playing video games, he asks neil if he finishes his homework. If neil says no, stephen takes away his Gameboy color, keep it in his room and tell him to do his homework. If yes then stephen would just shrug it off, ruffle his hair up and say "ight, cool"

Neil was probably the first to find out that stephen was gay when stephen brought Joseph over (make of that as you will)

He writes movie reviews online and hopes people will see em but his writing skills are ass and he just describes whatever he can and think "yeah that's good enough"

Stephen treats neil like family since well, steph (Neil's older sister) isn't in contact with him that much. And because of the name similarities, neil just treats stephen like steph

His "stuffy" are those hot rubber water bottles (I forgor the name but you pour hot water into them and they help you with cramps and aches and shit-) with a wool sleeve wrapped around it

Since this rp acc is a bit related to the stephen acc. He likes bone crusher a lot! Since he mainly stays home, he has a new buddy to talk to and hang out with. But he leaves all the chores to stephen like cleaning out the litter box or something

Ever since he found out stephen had a cat he was pissed that stephen named the cat "bone crusher" not Link, Skull Kid,Meowth,Litten or Shinx or somthing cool like that but he continues to call bone crusher, bone crusher.

He has a bike and takes it to his college campus. He has the gear for it, too. Helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, and gloves. Stephen said if he doesn't wear em he'll get into an accident, and that scared neil

Idk why, but i imagine him being the type to collect... something! Maybe anything to fill up his already messy room!

He's a maximalist (I think that's how you spell it), as you can see from his room

OUGHHH, I CAN'T CHOOSE BETWEEN MAKING NEIL A DEMI BOY OR MAKING NEIL TRANS FTM AJXJWJXKWKXKWKKXKS

I imagine he has those window markers to doodle on his window or to doodle out ideas for another screen play

I imagine him and Stacy are pretty much on the platonic and cute relationship wise. Holding hands, cuddling all that sorta stuff and stacy likes to listen to Neil's rambles about movies and how good/bad they are

Neil likes it whenever he receives gifts :DDD and tries to pay back by acts of service or something idk. Even if it's his birthday or Christmas he makes sure he owes everybody a equal amount. For example (*COUGH COUGH* DS SITUATION) he's gotta pay back stephen by taking care of bone crusher for a day maybe, doing Stephen's chores and stuff

Not a neil headcannon but I imagine stacy trying to watch the movies neil recommend her so she can catch up and talk to neil abt it and I think it's really cute and sweet :DDD

Yk damn well he's got a BIG ASS forehead underneath all that hair. Justin Bieber lookin ah. No wonder why young neil is Canadian/j

Also not a neil headcannon. But I imagine everyone calling stephen, STEVEN (IDK HOW STEPHENS NAME IS PRONOUNCED. IS IT STEVEN OR STEPH-EM WJKDWKDJWN) that includes neil but Joseph calls stephen by his last name (stills) (joseph just calls everyone by thier last names to seem fancy and shit expect for Neil's. He just calls neil, kid or just neil because he doesn't know to how to read Neil's last name nor say it so...he just calls neil, neil)

Bases around one headcannon I saw. I forgor what acc and where it came from (I'll go ahead and credit them if I find it it) but since neil had like parents who always fought or is strict as hell he perfected the ways of walking around the house quiet af and accidentally scars ppl bc of this

#nordegrim #stephen stills #headcannons #young neil #ooc #scott pilgrim the anime #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim young neil #scott pilgrim headcanons #cringe ah #im writing this at 10pm i should go to sleep now :/#...bojack horsemens neil mcbeal the navy seal :)))#i cant just say NEILS NAME WITHOUT THINKUNG OF THE NEIL FROM BOJACKNWJZJWKDKKW

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bazpitch · 1 month

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Idkkk the whole being a boy thing is weird like it sounds so stupid but now i feel like i have to like present more masc than i actually want and having to do it just makes me feel like. itchy and dysphoric. like i feel less dysphoric in a skirt than i would in idk. a pair of khakis or whatever normie dudes wear. and it's not a thing of like ohhh i don't have the body for this or whatever it just genuinely feels wrong.

and it's like yeah a lot of people will get what i mean by that bc i'm just. a feminine guy it's like pretty common but a lot of people won't and it's so stupid. like when i was about to hang w that girl thursday i decided against wearing a skirt or a bralette or having mascara on (if i did any of those she would have gotten it i think tho) and it kinda sucks that i feel pressure to do that now. i don't think it would be as bad if i like didn't enjoy sex as much but when ur always meeting new ppl it's kinda guaranteed that some of them will assume dumb things ab u. idk at least i have a mustache so they can tell i'm sorta gendered. tbh i'm so deeply ambivalent about t too like when i go on it it won't be a gender thing i think more hair would be fun but like outside of that i feel ab it the same way i feel ab dyeing my hair a diff color... Idk whatever mine is the kind of thing that most trans ppl would get at the very least

Ok post cancelled someone just propositioned me by asking if i wanted to listen to hyperpop with them

#took my adhd meds #boy clothes are just ugly #theres some things i don't like like i dislike nail polish for instance #and lipstick #but like..

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crystalmonk5579 · 8 months

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Haii totally not a suspicious blog post for my bestie @ninjapaste >:3c

Bazhagen/Duke Wyatt

A/n: NONE OF THESE ARE CANNON BESIDES THE EAR WIGGLES AND THE EAR PETS OK?! I'm literally just doing this bc Robyn is asleep and I don't wanna bother them lol anyways let's begin!!!

~~o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o haiiiiio⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o~~

Bazhagen:

Ok, pets fucking start off with the obvious, his ears are sensitive. Like not really sensitive where it could be painful, but like, lil tingles when you touch em.

His bf Lucian(my oc) will pet his ears sometimes

This mofo can get jealous as easily as a fly and flap it's wings. Like Lucian could be talking to someone from Durmitch and if they do ONE WRONG THING IT IS GOING TO BE A FUCKING DEATH GLARE FOR THE REST OF THE COVO

Very into pda but I feel like that's a given bc of his out going natured personality

This man will constantly tease Lucian Abt anything so be fucking careful when you're around baz, he will never stop reminding you of embarrassing things. Like you guys could be talking and he could call you kale teeth in reference to when you were talking to your crush and you had a piece of kale in-between your teeth.

Doesn't trust wild animals in Durmitch for three reasons, 1.) They're probably dangerous 2.) They could be used as listening devices for some magical people! And 3.) Lucian might adopt them and they're gonna steal his bfs attention away from him >:(

Honestly, I think he might be really fucking good at rock climbing for some reason...

This man is willing to pick up his small 5' bf and just smother him with kisses in public, no holds back all out, just to either scare someone off or just to show he loves his bf sm

Willing to just show up unannounced and bring you gifts if he ever senses you are sad one singular bit. "Heyyy, I saw you were acting not like yourself, and really really sad for whatever reason so I bought out an entire bakery with my friends money, you wanna watch the real elf house wives?"

HEAVY ASS SLEEPER ISTG IT WILL TAKE A FUCKING MILLION MAN MARCHING BAND TO WAKE HIM UP A LIL BIT/hj

I think he might really be into soda or root ear floats in a modern au

I think he might also really like axe throwing too, both as practice for fighting and competition!

This man's hair is so so so fucking rough and jaggy like look at it, it looks like a susuwatari from studio Ghibli movies except they're all greased up and spiked to make him look cool

I don't think he actually likes the leather pants he wears, like they're very restrictive and not good for fighting, not to mention it must fucking itch badly since I'd assume Durmitch woods are kinda like rainforests. And we all know that leather pants + humid/wet rainy areas= ITCHY ITCHY!!!!/neg but eh, who gives a shit!?! He looks cool in em

Cry baby when he gets a cold "OUGHHHHH LUCIAN WHY MUST YOU ABANDON MEEEEE?!!?!?" "....babe you have a mild cold, you'll be fine in a couple of days" "*sniffling and sobbing* WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO MEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?"

Duke Wyatt:

His hair is so fucking soft istg, it looks so fluffy and soft and nice to touch

I bet he smells like dandelions and tree sap from the woods

Modern day au I think this man would have a skincare routine ngl

I think if he could I would actually be really really good at drawing!!! Like omfg I bet his penmanship from song wriitng

Man will sometimes unconsciously death grip Lucian while he's cuddling him by accident

Would slightly die inside if his favorite patisserie would go out of business and he couldn't get his almost croissants anymore

This man gives like the bestest hugs ever istg, they're tight and soft at the same time and theyre long but not too long that they over stay their welcome

Honestly....he'd slay in a summer dress, LIKE ESPECIALLY THOSE DAINTY WHITE ONES WITH SUNFLOWER PRINTS THAT GO SO WELL WITH A SUN HAT

Very very good at dexterity shit with his hands bc of wood carving, speaking of hands!

Very calloused and gritty on the sides bc of accidently nicking himself while making flutes and other wooden things, carrying logs, wood cutting etc etc

HE IS A FUCKING HEATER WHEN JT COMES TO CUDDLING, HE IS PERFECT FOR EXTRA COLD WINTER NIGHTS

(Modern au)Hates and I mean HATES SCARY AND GORY MOVIES WITH ALL HIS HEART

Actually more of a cat person than a dog person, as much as he gives off golden retriever bf vibes tho, they're just a lot calmer and more nice to be around...and they won't chew up his flutes!!!

(modern au) any movie relating to animals dying like a dogs purpose, Marley and me, etc etc. They make him go through all the stages of grief for a 5 day period.

He really really likes flannels too!!

That's it for now y'all!!! Have a nice day/night/evening!!

~~(⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ byeeeeeee ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠⊂⁠)~~

#cris writes #heheheheh #HAVE FUN YALL #HEHEHEHEGEH #Hdbshsbdhdit was so fun making this even at 1:39am #NON OF THESE ARE CANNON

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msm-tsotmw · 1 year

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(A bunch of young Monsters, plus Mondo, sit around an empty space on a bunch of fallen Air Island Trees, listening to Mauna tell a story about one of the things she remembers from the Dawn.)

Oh , the Wondermine was , as its name suggested , a wonder ! You could find just about anything in there , from pleasant little flutes to special blocks that could help the Celestials make their way to Starhenge .

“What’s a Starhenge?”

Starhenge was where all the Celestials resided , looking over the Monster World and its inhabitants . However , after the Cataclysm , nobody has heard from the Celestials , or seen any of their respective constellations in the sky …

(The audience oohs.)

No one is sure about the whereabouts of the Celestials . For deities , they interacted with us mortal Monsters rather much , helping change the seasons , control the weather , and even help some Monsters with daily issues .

And issues like crashing into hotels while flying?

Sprigg-

Oh , there you are , Toorie and Sprigg ! I was wondering where you two went , haha . And who are these two friends that have come with you ?

Not really friends, more like acqua-

These Are Just Finci And Theo ! They Decided To Come Listen Too .

HELLO !

Hi!!

(tagging @paidexp bcs bird)

Can we come and listen to these stories, too? They sound super interesting!

Sure ! The more , the merrier , as some would say !

(The 4 Monsters sit down on the fallen tree next to Mondo, who is eating a big bowl of popcorn. Finci noticeably has a lot of trouble trying to sit on such a small thing compared to his size.)

oh uh

hey guys

Hi , Mondo !!

uhhh who are these 2 other dudes

Oh , Just Theo And Finci ! They Decided To Come Listen To Mauna With Us .

After Finci crashed into the fucking hotel.

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT ! I DIDN’T MEAN IT …

Aw, we know you didn’t mean it! Sprigg just seems kinda upset about what happened earlier.

How About We Just Settle Down And Listen To What Mauna Is Saying ?

…Okay.

Mondo , How About You Share Some Popcorn ? You Surely Can’t Finish All That By Yourself !

(Mondo sets the big ass fucking bowl of popcorn in front of him, his friends, and the 2 other Monsters.)

eat up

(Theo pecks up the popcorn like a chicken while Finci desperately tries to grab a single kernel with those non-fingered hands of hers.)

…Oh . It looks like it is getting late . Maybe we should all be heading off to sleep now …

“Aw, come on!”

“One more Story? Pleeeease?”

“But-“

Back in the Dawn , there was a story saying that if you did not go to sleep , the Crumplings would come and steal your things .

“Oh.”

(The rest of the audience, in fear of the Crumplings, head off to their homes.)

Aw, come on! We just got hereeee :(

Well , There’s Always Tomorrow To Hear Her Stories ! We’ll See You Two Then .

ALRIGHT , BYE ! I WON’T CRASH INTO ANYTHING , I PROMISE .

alr cya

Bye.

(The other Monsters leave for their homes, as well.)

…Mauna, what the fuck is a Crumpling?

An invisible fairy that makes you itchy . Every single Monster knows about them !

Crumplephobia is actually a thing , too . It is the fear of Crumplings , knowing that they could get you any second without you knowing .

Oh , I Was Terrified Of Those As A Kid , Haha !

Good Thing They’re Not Real , Right ?

yea tell that to my sister she got attacked by a bunch of them when she got to close to a crumpler tree

Oh . Yikes .

Do we want to get attacked by them ?

Uh , No !! No , Not At All !!

nuh uh

(Sprigg rolls their eyes.)

We better get back to the Hotel , then .

…Yeah. Judging by the amount of time that’s passed, I think it may have been repaired by now.

wait what happened

I’ll tell you later, Mondo.

(The crew heads back to their hotel room, which was not damaged by the Finci Crash of 20XX, and goes to sleep.)

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yeah uh this means I have to sleep now too WugvaugvaugbUGHIYWHUBQUHG-

i have school tomorrow 🥲 (also to my moots, you can still message me on my main blog!!)

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

#msm #my singing monsters #msm au #my singing monsters au #kayna #Kayna msm #furcorn #furcorn msm #pompom #pompom msm #epic air wubbox #epic air wubbox msm #yawstrich #yawstrich msm #mammott #mammott msm

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fourteenfifteen · 2 years

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for the writing asks: 15, 16, 17?

15: how do you think your writing has improved over time?

oh god it’s improved a TON in the last like 18 months. i’m still not a Prose Guy but i’ve def noticed like improvements in the voice of my descriptions and the camera work of it so to speak. i’ve improved a lot in plotting and pacing too tho i still don’t think i’m that great at it lol

16: do you reread old fics? is there a time in your writing that you won’t go back to?

i said this in the last ask but yeah i don’t usually reread things that’re more than about a year old again i think i’ve grown a lot recently and esp my fatt fics that’re 2-3 years old are like. not bad but they make me itchy to read lol

17: what’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

god i’m gonna do an engagement answer and then a feedback answer bc those are different to me. long answer under da cut

in terms of engagement and positive response, i keep my fave ao3 comments to look back at and all of those are really wonderful. p much every long comment i’ve ever gotten is in there still lol. some specific ones that stick out were your big comments on some parts of my firefighters ficlet collection like i was pretty insecure abt that project at first and to get like feedback from someone whose work i admired and who had taken the time to like actively respond to my shit and say a little sentence each abt a bunch of short things i’d done meant a lot like i hadn’t been expecting anybody to buy into that that that much so ty shdjfkgsk. another random one i really appreciated was on the ocean to your shore where someone i hadn’t really spoken to commented smth to the effect of “i was having a bad day and this was just what i needed” which makes me want to cry lol

in terms of feedback: i appreciate p much any like specific note about what works and is appealing in my work. like i think i’m good at dialogue and characterization but i’ve been told that i’m good at like? getting people invested in characters and conveying what’s interesting/cool/hooky with them? and that’s not smth i’d thought of myself so i appreciate hearing that. also do love getting advice and constructive criticism from fellow writer-y friends especially the very common feedback of “hen you’re overthinking it” ahdjfkfks

#ty hayden!!#did some stoic tears come to my eyes answering this #i’ll never tell #hayden ily : (((#ask tag #writing meta

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stormysnz · 2 years

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Cuffed (M)

Sooooo this is heavily inspired by @smallsnzplz bc they made a post about a fifth-and-cuff (or fifth-and-a-friend) party and I literally never stopped thinking about it and immediately said I must write that for Grayson and Sage so thank you so much for the beautiful inspo. Of course, as always, contains Grayson's wonderfully horrible allergies, Sage's caretaking, and cuddles. Because who would I be if not consistent.

It had only been twenty minutes at the party when I realized that something was up. I was there with Grayson; one of Jess’s friends in our apartment complex was throwing a ‘fifth and cuff’ party. The rules were simple: You and your date were zip-tied together at the wrist, and the only way to get the tie cut was to finish a fifth of alcohol between the both of you. The perfect way to get obscenely drunk while also flirting the entire night with whoever you were tied to - one could see why these types of parties were so popular.

It felt like Grayson and I were in limbo with where our relationship stood. We had gone out for coffee a few times, gone to a couple parties together, hooked up once or twice, but there were no labels yet. We were right on the brink of slapping a label onto whatever the hell we were, and God, I was desperately wishing it all worked out. I was already in way too deep with this one.

Anyway, we had been cuffed for twenty, maybe twenty-five minutes and were having a great time. The both of us had taken a few shots to kick off the game, and I was starting to feel the warmth of the alcohol starting to take its effect on my body and loosen me up.

We had just finished a conversation with our friend Emily and her date, and had made our way to the kitchen to attempt to make some mixed drinks for ourselves. To no one’s surprise, this was fairly hard with two of our our hands attached together.

While we were flirting chatting in the kitchen, I absently noted Grayson beginning to sniff and clear his throat a bit. For Grayson, though, this wasn’t too out of the ordinary. He’d just about sneezed his head off for most of the times we’d hung out so far, so this wasn’t some kind of untreaded territory for us, it seemed. So, because of all this, I didn’t start putting anything together until the sneezing started up.

Out of almost nowhere, Grayson haphazardly slammed our fifth back on the counter from where he’d been pouring it into our cups and leaned as far away from me as humanly possible with our wrists still connected. His free arm hovered near his face for a second before he directed an itchy sneeze into his elbow. “hh-iiTTSHhh! Sorry, ‘scuse me,”

I blessed him, still not really thinking too much of the stray sneeze. It really wasn’t uncommon at all for Grayson to release a sneeze or two, considering the guy’s insanely sensitive nose. It wasn’t until he released another, and another, and another over the course of the next five minutes that I was beginning to catch on that something was wrong here.

I was also beginning to catch on to the fact that it was slightly hard to sneeze while one of your wrists was ziptied to someone else’s. Especially considering that Grayson had his right, dominant hand ziptied to my left one. Every time he sneezed, he seemed to have to put conscious thought into raising his free hand instead of his dominant hand that was currently attached to mine. He also ended up unintentionally tugging on our linked wrists as he bent to the side with each sneeze.

“Bless you. Are you alright?” I asked after another itchy sneeze, gazing up at Grayson. I was definitely feeling the effects of those shots. It was gonna be a long night, especially if he kept up all that sneezing.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine. Nose is just ihh-itchy,’ Grayson said, trying to brush off my concern. But, it didn’t exactly help that I could tell that he was building up for yet another sneeze.

Now, what happened next solidified the fact that the alcohol was beginning to have an affect on all the sneezing. Grayson, being much larger than me, had taken a few more shots than I had already, and I could tell that he was feeling it.

His nose scrunched up, and instead of ducking into his free elbow, like he had previously, Grayson automatically pulled both hands up to cover his nose, seemingly forgetting that my left wrist was still attached to his right one.

“hhiH! HI’TSHhhU! IttSHhh! hih-iiH! ISHHiiieWW!!”

“Bless y--” I had barely gotten out a blessing before my words reminded Grayson that my wrist was attached to his, and therefore too close to his sneezes for his liking.

A small noise of surprise escaped his throat and his eyes widened slightly when he looked and saw my hand so close to his face, immediately dropping his right hand from his face, and my hand along with it.

“Oh shit, I am so sorry, I didn’t even realize--” He started, blush beginning to rise to his tanned cheeks.

I cut off his little rambling with a shake of my head and a wave of my free hand. “It’s fine, it’s fine, promise. Are you alright, though? Getting sick?” I asked with a small, sympathetic frown.

Grayson shook his head, picking up his drink from where he’d placed it on a nearby table before he started sneezing. “Don’t think so. I felt fine until we got here,” He mentioned with a soft sniffle.

I raised an eyebrow. “Think it’s allergies?” I asked, mentally beginning to narrow down the culprits of what could be setting him off at the moment.

His eyes went hazy before he could answer my question, lashes beginning to flutter as his chest jumped with hitches. “hiiAESSHhhHUuu!!”

Oh, that one was loud. He’d been able to somewhat restrain the sneezes up to this point, but that one was as harsh and powerful as I knew his sneezes could be. A few others at the party glanced over in surprise at the noise, and Grayson scrubbed at his nose hard to ward off any stray sneezes.

“Umb, probably. Wouldn’t be surprised,” He finally answered with a self-depricating roll of his eyes, and a hint of congestion beginning to settle into his sinuses.

I frowned softly at Grayson’s response, the guy seemingly not really having any idea of what was setting off his allergies. “Are you gonna make it?” I asked softly.

He let out a soft chuckle, followed by a liquid sniffle. “Dod’t you worry about mbe, I’ll be fide,” Grayson brushed off with a flash of a grin.

Before I could say anything else, Jess and her date came running up to us -- Oh, they were definitely more finished with their fifth than we were -- and demanded that we took shots with them. Grayson and I exchanged looks and, with a shrug, were pouring out our shots. One shot each turned into two, which then turned into three for Grayson and Jess’s date.

Needless to say, as those next shots settled in, Grayson and I were now feeling the alcohol a lot more than earlier. To add to it, Grayson’s allergies weren’t letting up. At all.

We were a decent amount into our fifth, definitely over halfway at this point, and were just talking in the kitchen. Well, I was talking, and Grayson was mostly sneezing.

“Ad so thed, we wedt to...t-tohh! hhH! hHISSHhhU! iiiTShhHU! hih-iih-hhAESSHhhU! --uhhh” Grayson was, in fact, getting worse and worse at covering his sneezes as he got drunker and drunker. At this point, he kept accidentally bringing our attached hands up to cover, either with his hand or with his arm. Either way, I kept blushing and getting flustered every time it happened. I could only hope Grayson was too busy sneezing to notice.

“Bless you. You still don’t know what’s bothering you?” I asked, leaning back against the counter as I gazed up at him.

Grayson was sniffling desperately, his wrist pressed to his nose for a few seconds before he dropped it with a sigh. “I mbean...There’s odnly a few things that would mbake mbe sdeeze like this without direct exposure, but I dod’t know for sure,” He shrugged, sniffling back congestion yet again.

“You need tissues, don’t you? Let’s go to the bathroom, I bet there’s some in there,” I mentioned, grabbing our fifth and tugging Grayson to the bathroom. That was one perk that drunk me absolutely loved about the fifth and cuff - I could practically drag him anywhere through our wrists being tied together.

Once we made it into the bathroom and closed the door behind us, I went to start looking for some tissues, but Grayson seemed frozen in place. Glancing up at him, I saw that his large nostrils were flaring, his nose writhing with unshed allergic tickles. He rashly braced himself with a large hand against the wall of the bathroom, head tipping back as he built up to the release.

“ihhh-hi-hehhH! ETSSHHUU! hHESSHhIEW! hhah-AEESSHHUU! ahh-hah-AIISHHHUU! Hehh..”

Whoa, was not prepared for that. Apparently, since we had found a semi-private place in here, Grayson’s sensitive sinuses took that as an invitation to start sneezing his head off completely unrestrained.

“aAH-SHhHU!-TSHhhiU!...AESHhhIIEW!-K’TSHhhU!-SHHhU!”

I managed to snap myself out of whatever trance I had been held hostage in, my eyes moving away from the gorgeous visual of Grayson directing his helpless sneezes towards the ground. Unthinking, I rested my free hand on his back, brushing my nails up and down his back comfortingly as he ducked forward with a decidedly harsh, very allergic fit.

Eventually, though, the fit started winding down, with less huge, loud, back-to-back explosions, and more soft, exhausted, drawn-out sneezes. In his inebriated, exhausted state, he had accidently caught my arm in the crossfire of his spraying sneezes more than a few times, but Grayson definitely hadn’t noticed, so I saw no need to bring it up.

He tilted his head back once the fit was over, sniffling consistently. “uhhnn...Mb’sorry, thad was gross,” He said congestedly, blinking a few times to gain more awareness after the draining fit.

I brushed my nails up across the back of his neck lightly, scratching briefly at the hair that laid there before trailing them back down his neck and back. Grayson seemed to sag in relaxation under my touch, at one point a full-body shudder making its way down his frame in response to my ministrations. The alcohol was making me a lot more physically affectionate than usual, which was saying something considering I was already affectionate as it was. “Are you gonna make it? We can head out early,” I hummed softly, watching Grayson bring the back of his free hand up to wipe tiredly at his watery eyes before shaking his head.

“Ndo, ndo, I’m fide, I’m having a good tibe with you, really. Just dneed sobe tissues ad I’ll be good,” Grayson assured, straightening up and gathering up some energy.

I used my free hand to open the cabinet under the sink, finding a box of tissues and setting them on the table for Grayson. He looked at them with relief, immediately pulling out a few from the box and thanking me.

He grabbed a few with his free hand, layering them in his palm before pausing as he brought them to his face. His gaze subtly flickered over to me, a small motion that I caught ad understood.

“It’s fine, hon, go for it,” I encouraged, quickly realizing that he didn’t want to blow his nose with me so close.

A flush rose to his cheeks - one that had nothing to do with the alcohol - before proceeding to roughly blow his nose one-handed, using a good portion of the tissues over the next few minutes.

I busied myself by mindlessly scrolling on my phone, trying to ignore the Greek god blowing his nose directly next to me.

His blowing triggered a few coughs and a few stray sneezes, but after a few minutes, he dropped the last clump of tissues into the trash bin. With another swipe under his nose, he turned to me, and I glanced up from my phone to look at him.

“Thanks, I’m really sorry about all this, I didn’t take my medication because I didn’t think I would need to, but something’s obviously setting me off pretty badly--” Grayson started to ramble slightly, and I cut him off with a hand on his arm as I softly interrupted.

“Grayson, really, it’s okay, I promise,” I said, flooding my tone with warmth and assurance.

He blinked in hesitation before shaking his head, as if I wasn’t really understanding his point. “No, no, it’s just...all of it. Almost every time we’ve hung out something’s set me off, and you always make it seem like its not gross and you’re always so nice about it all…” Grayson trailed off, breaking eye contact as he trailed off, as if he thought I was going to break his heart over all of it.

I gave him a small, sympathetic frown. I hated that he thought that way. “Hon, I really don’t mind it,” Yeah, understatement of the goddamn year. “It’s really not your fault, it’s just allergies, I can handle a bit of sneezing,” I assured.

Once his eyes made their way back to mine, Grayson was looking down at me like I had just hung the stars in the sky, and the thought quickly flashed through my mind that maybe he’d never been told that before. If he was reacting like this to me just saying that, I briefly wondered what his reaction would be if I told him about my little...quirk.

That thought got derailed fairly quickly by Grayson ducking down, catching my lips with his. My eyes fluttered shut, quickly returning the searing kiss. My back leaned against the marble countertop of the sink, my free hand raising to pull him closer by the back of his neck. Grayson’s own free hand cupped my jaw, kissing me deeper and Oh wow, this guy could kiss, and--

The both of us jumped at a loud knock on the bathroom door, and loud voices calling in.

“Hey lovebirds, done with your fifth yet?!” God damn it, Jess.

Grayson and I glanced at each other, still slightly dazed from our quick make-out session. I giggled softly at the situation once I had recollected myself, grabbing the fifth with my free hand. “Come on, it looks like our presence is being missed,” I hummed lightly, Grayson following me towards the door with a chuckle. “We’ll pick up where we left off later,” He said lowly, causing my breath to catch in my throat with desire just before I opened the door.

To no one’s surprise, Jess and her date were again looking for partners to do shots with. Grayson and I glanced at each other with a smile. Well, we needed to finish the fifth somehow.

So, a few more shots and mixed drinks later, we were almost done with our fifth. We were now sitting on the couch with some others, just chatting contently, the alcohol really setting in now. Most of the other couples had gotten their zip-ties off at this point, but with our little bathroom detour, we were just a bit behind.

Also, although Grayson had seemed better for a while after blowing his nose, since sitting on the couch, the allergies had seemed to pick back up again, and a little worse than before.

“hih-TShhhU! hhhISHHhhU! HEIIShhhU!-TSHhhu!-KTSHhiiUU!...hhAh-AESHhuUU!” Again, with getting a little more intoxicated, Grayson was getting sloppy with covering his sneezes. Now, he was mostly either directing them towards his arm (his arm that was attached to mine, most times), or uncovered towards his lap. Either way, it was a fairly good assumption that every time he started up again, I’d get sprayed once or twice.

At some point in the night, between all the chatting and the alcohol, I’d kind of forgotten that Grayson wasn’t just sneezing his head off for the fun of it, he was definitely allergic to something here. And what reminded me of that fact was fairly unfortunate for Grayson.

While we were mid-conversation with a girl that lived on our floor in the apartment, I heard a few odd calls of a name, followed by people clamoring over to the hallway next to the living room that we were in. Both Grayson and I looked over and winced at what we saw. A cat had escaped from one of the rooms.

The owner was mentioning something about how they tried to keep him in her room when there were people over, but that was all background noise as I was focused on Grayson. As if just seeing the cat increased the allergic itch in his sinuses tenfold, he immediately ducked down towards his lap with a chain of back-to-back sneezes that seemed to tear right out of him.

“hhHIESSHHU!-ESSHhHU!-ETT’SHHHu!...hhaAESHHHU! hhEH!-”

Before I could even ask if he wanted to leave or if he was going to be alright, Grayson grabbed our fifth and downed the last bit of it when he got a break from his sneezes. Immediately after putting the empty bottle down, he grabbed the scissors from the table, cut our zip-tie, and hurried off to the bathroom.

I frowned at his actions, standing from the couch after I had processed everything that had happened. At our friend’s concerned inquires about whether or not Grayson would be alright, I told them that he was alright, just allergic to cats, and that I was going to go check on him.

I made my way over to the bathroom, hearing loud, itchy expulsions ring out. I knocked on the door, calling in and telling Grayson that it was just me. After a few moments, the lock clicked and I pushed my way in.

Grayson had closed the lid of the toilet and was sat down on it, assumingly feeling the need to sit down to ride out the intense fit. He was sneezing back-to-back like he was never going to stop, getting thrown forward with the intensity of each sneeze. He was just directing the spraying, uncontrollable sneezes down to his lap again, too busy sneezing to try to do anything else.

“hAASHHhHUU! HEASHHUU!-ESSHhHU!-ET’CHhhU!-ESSHHH!-AESH! hheh...HRRASHHhU!”

I sighed in sympathy at the sight, closing and locking the door again before making my way over to a still-sneezing Grayson. I pulled out a bunch of tissues from the box that was still stored under the sink, pressing them into Grayson’s hand so he could blow when he got the chance.

I then moved to look under the sink again, grabbing a wash cloth that was sitting nice and folded inside. I ran it under some warm water in the sink, dousing it before ringing it out so it wasn’t completely dripping wet.

Grayson blinked open his watery eyes, just for a moment, before they slammed shut again with ticklish need, allergic tears starting to trail down his cheeks. That moment was long enough to bring the wad of tissues to his face, his elbows now resting on his knees with his hands holding up the tissues in front of his face. With one desperate inhale, Grayson was off sneezing again, this time directed into the tissues.

“hHAESSHUu! HRRSHHIEW! AESHhHU!-ESSCHH!-ESSCHh-uUE!...hh-huh!... uhhhn…”

Grayson’s nostrils were flaring in and out to double their size, trembling and quivering as he hitched. His chest and shoulders were jumping with each inhale, his eyes narrowed to slits as he held the now useless tissues in front of his face.

I took this moment where he wasn’t sneezing non-stop to step in front of him where he was sitting, putting my hand under his chin and tilting his head up towards me. He blinked his eyes fully open in surprise for a moment before closing them against the irritation of the allergens assaulting his eyes and nose. I laid the warm washcloth over his eyes, pressing gently for a few moments before dabbing lightly at each eye to soothe them.

I think his surprise at my motions scared the sneezes away for a moment, as all he did was sigh and sag in relief, leaning into my touch. I wiped softly across his eyes, my free hand steadying his face as I tilted it up.

After a few more moments, I noticed Grayson’s nose scrunching up, twitching lightly, and his breath going uneven. “Sihh-Sage, I...I-”

Grayson didn’t get much farther in his sentence, as hitches overtook him, but I could discern the general sentiment. I’d like to contribute the alcohol to what happened next.

Grayson was much too inebriated to even think about covering the incoming sneezes, and I had a washcloth already on his face, so I, unthinking and also inebriated, just moved the washcloth down to cup his nose and mouth before the sneeze hit.

“hhISHHhU! iIISHhHU! hhuh’SSHHHU! AT’SHHH-TSHhhU! hhuH! HRRSHHUU!” Grayson sneezed into the carefully cupped washcloth, leaning into the touch. God, I was praying that Grayson was too busy sneezing to notice my blush. Considering he couldn’t stop sneezing for long enough to open his eyes at the moment, I felt like I was in the clear for now. Once he seemed done sneezing for the moment, I wiped gently at his nose. He let out a relieved moan at the touch that didn’t exactly help the whole blushing situation.

Once I was done, I set the rag on the sink, cupping Grayson’s cheek with one hand and brushing his hair back out of his face with the other.

“You seem absolutely exhausted. Come on, let’s get out of here,” I suggested.

He peeked up at me with a raised eyebrow and smirk at my words. I laughed as I realized that the ‘let’s get out of here’ had a bit of an implication.

“Not like that, hon,” I laughed. “You don’t exactly seem up for that at the moment,” I added, absentmindedly scratching at his scalp, my fingers intertwining with his hair.

He exhaustedly leaned his forehead onto my shoulder with a sigh. “Will you still stay if we go back to my apartment?” He asked, voice muffled against my skin. Seems like he got affectionate when drunk and tired, too.

“Yeah, ‘course I’ll stay with you,” I hummed lightly, feeling his frame tense for a moment before ducking off to the side with two, uncovered sneezes. He sighed and stood to his feet, taking a moment to blow his nose once more before sliding his hand into mine before we left the bathroom to say our goodbyes. I raised a slight eyebrow at his semi-intimate action, but supposed it wasn’t too surprising considering we’d just been zip-tied together for the past couple hours.

I made my way around to our friends, most of the time speaking on behalf of myself and Grayson to let them know that we were on our way out. Grayson tried to give his input a few times, but most of the time he was too busy sneezing to get more than three words out around the explosions.

Eventually, we said all of our goodbyes and made our way out of the apartment, heading up the elevator to Grayson’s apartment a few flights up. Although he was out of the cat hair-filled apartment, he was still sneezing very consistently. I had a feeling that he was going to be doing that for a majority of the night.

After finally entering Grayson’s apartment, he immediately went over to a box of tissues sitting on his counter and blew his nose roughly, the vibrations causing a few itchy sneezes immediately afterwards.

“You really should get out of those clothes and shower. I bet there’s cat hair all over,” I mentioned, locking the apartment door behind me.

I saw Grayson’s nose twinge at my comment, heaving another gasp and ducking forward into the awaiting tissues in his hand with a final sneeze.

“hhih-hIRSHhhhU! Oh, sorry. *snff!* But...your clothes and body also probably have cat hh-hair on them too, hmm?” Grayson said with a raised brow, coughing ticklishly for a moment before glancing down at me with a glint in his glassy eyes.

“...Yeah, they probably do. I can go home and change if you want me to, I’ll be right back--” I started, getting cut off by Grayson taking a few steps closer to me, tilting my head up to look at him with a large hand under my chin.

“Nuh-uh, that’s not what I’m s-saahh...say-HIHSHHIEW!-SHIEWW! hhIH’ESHHHUU!” Grayson quickly ducked to the side with the uncovered, spraying sneezes before continuing where he had left off. I was forcing my mind to stay on topic - stop thinking about him sneezing, please, Sage - as he spoke.

“If I’m already gonna shower off, and you need to shower too…” Grayson trailed off, rheumy eyes glancing down at me with want.

A smile tugged at my lips, the implication quickly setting in. “I mean, it would conserve water if we both showered together,” I shrugged with a grin, faux-apathetic at the situation.

Grayson’s lips mirrored mine at my answer, ducking his head slightly down with a low chuckle. He took my hand, leading me through his bedroom and into the bathroom. He leaned past the shower curtain to turn on the shower and let it heat up.

As Grayson turned around, I laid a caressing hand on his upper arm, my other hand tugging him closer by the waist. I pressed upwards, my eyes fluttering shut as our lips pressed together needily.

The room started to get hotter and fill with steam as we made out, bodies pressed flush together. At some point, Grayson had lifted me to sit on the counter, allowing for a more comfortable experience, as it diminished the height difference quite a bit.

After a few minutes, I managed to pull myself away from his lips. He chased after them for a moment before looking down at me with a disappointed look, causing a light laugh to bubble up from my chest.

“The water’s definitely hot enough, we can’t leave it running forever,” I pointed out with a grin.

Grayson groaned, stepping away from my body begrudgingly, stripping his shirt off. I tried to not be too obvious about my staring at his chest as I myself started stripping my clothes off. But, based on the glazed-over look in Grayson’s eyes as he watched me strip that I knew had nothing to do with the alcohol or allergies, I was sure he was feeling the same way.

I pulled back the curtain back to step into the shower, and Grayson stepped in behind me at my heels. Once adjusting to the heat of the water hitting me, I turned to Grayson, the water hitting my back and wetting my hair. I tilted my head slightly to the side when his back was facing me, his hand bracing himself against the tile wall.

“Are you okay, Gray--”

“hIISSHHhU! hASSHhhIEW! AT’SHHIEW! HIESSHhhU!-ESSHHU!-ISSHIEW! hhEH! HADJSSHHU!”

“Oh, bless you,” I mentioned softly, glancing up at Grayson when he finally turned around to face me. I had been a bit...distracted, to say the least, my eyes glued to his shuddering back muscles as he sneezed.

He sniffled liquidly a few times, his hand coming up to scrub at his red, pulsating nose. “Sorry, the steam alwahh..always-SSHHIEW-ESHhhU!! God, sorry, the steam always messes with my nose,” Grayson mentioned, as if this was something completely normal for him to say that wasn’t absolutely melting my brain.

He let his gaze roam appreciatively across my body for a few moments before reaching out and tugging me against him with two large hands on my back. I made a small noise of surprise before Grayson attached his lips to mine in a deep kiss. His fingers were pressing into the skin of my lower back, mine against the skin of his bicep, and all I could think about was making this kiss last longer and go deeper and--

All at once, Grayson’s lips were gone from mine, and he was whipping his head to the side to direct a few spraying sneezes towards the ground. The steam was definitely beginning to loosen things up in his sinuses, if the spray that hit my thigh had anything to say about it.

His quadruplet of sneezes reminded me of what we were supposed to be doing in the shower: getting all the cat hair off. I pulled slightly away from Grayson when he leaned back in to reconnect our lips, laughing softly at the little whine it elicited from him.

“Come on, wash everything off,” I encouraged, giving him a little push in the direction of the hot water. Begrudgingly, and through many sneezes, Grayson washed off his body and quickly shampooed his hair as well, mentioning regretfully that he was sure that some cat dander ended up caught in his hair.

Once he was finished, he pulled me against him with a grin, his large hands caressing my skin with body wash as he helped me wash off my body, pressing kisses across my neck, shoulders, anywhere he could reach, really, as he did so.

He tried to keep directing sneezes away from me, but when they came on as fast as Grayson’s did, he ended up catching me in the crossfire more than a few times. Not that he noticed. He was a bit...preoccupied at the moment, and I was more than distracted.

After a few more deep kisses, which resulted in my back being pressed the wall of the shower, with Grayson in front of me and his lips moving sensually against mine, I managed to pull back slightly.

“We should really take this to the bed,” I breathed out, eyes flicking up to meet Grayson’s. Both of our eyes were filled with desire, a glazed-over look in our gazes.

He gave my hip a squeeze in agreement, his head ducking down with a small fit of allergic sneezes. They were definitely starting to slow down since being in the shower, which was a good sign. Grayson reached behind him and shut off the shower water, taking my hand and helping me out. After both of our bodies were mostly dry, Grayson sent me a wicked grin and lead me out of the bathroom towards his bed...

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I started to bleed into consciousness the next morning as the light filtered through the window. I absently noticed a slight pressure at my neck, moving around, but I was much too dampened with sleep to realize anything that was happening. I began awakening more at the sound and feeling of warm air being released across my collarbone. What…?

My eyes blinked open, squinting against the harsh light from the window. Ugh, way too bright… Gaining a bit more semblance of the current situation, I finally recognized that Grayson was at my back, his arm thrown over my waist tugging my body close to his, and his face buried in my neck.

Heat trickled to my cheeks as I also began to realize that the moving pressure against my neck was Grayson rubbing his nose back and forth against my neck in his sleep. Jesus Christ. Yeah, he really was going to be the death of me one day.

Grayson mumbled incoherently in his sleep, pressing closer to me and tightening his arm around my waist minutely. I smiled fondly, affection written across my face and bleeding through my veins. You shouldn’t be getting that feeling in your chest this early, Sage, you’re not his girlfriend, A voice in my head told me.

But, tilting my head back to catch a glimpse of Grayson’s sleeping body, I shoved that voice out of my mind for the time being. It was still early in the morning, and I could blame the fleeting, too-affectionate feelings on the early time.

With another slight shift, Grayson scrunched up his nose, scrubbing it back and forth harshly against the skin between my neck and shoulder, beginning to sniffle softly. His lips parted to draw in two soft, stuttering breaths. Nnhh...hh…

As Grayson didn’t stop his motions, I began to realize what was inevitably going to happen. Without disturbing his position too much, I wrenched my head around to glance back at Grayson again. His eyebrows were pinched together, the itch crawling through his sinuses causing the beginnings of the crumpling of his facial features.

As I lazily glanced over at him, a harsher hitch told me that the itch was growing, and fast. hh...hiH’iiH!... His nose had scrunched up as he pushed it against my skin harder, creases forming on the bridge of his nose as he took in soft hitches through his parted lips.

After a few moments of waiting, I quickly realized that, though the itch was building, the blanket of sleep wasn’t going to let Grayson get the tickle out. He scrubbed his nose back and forth against the skin of my neck, his face scrunched up in his sleep and his breath stuttering with hitches on every inhale. But, again, the poor guy just wasn’t waking up. The tickle wasn’t big enough. Well, I could help with that.

I reached back, inching my nail feather-lightly down the scrunched up bridge of his nose and circled around his twitchy, flaring nostrils. Almost immediately after I took my finger away to move back to my previous position, Grayson’s face completely crumpled and he took in a few very vocal hitches. Oh yeah, he was definitely over the edge now. I turned my head back and placed it back on the pillow in its original position just before the sneezes hit.

“hehH-haAH! ATTSHhhHIEW! hH’hhAESSHhHu! eehh! ETSSHHhhU!--unnhh…*snff!*”

Grayson, still half-asleep and completely helpless to the allergic tickle, didn’t even think about covering his sneezes in his current state. Instead, the uncovered, unrestrained sneezes sprayed across my neck, collarbone, and shoulder, making me shudder. With each release, Grayson unintentionally tugged me closer with the hand around my torso. He let out a soft, sleepy, spent groan after the three sneezes, finally starting to shake off the sleepiness and come to consciousness.

“Bless you,” I let out warmly, now glancing over at him and reaching my hand back to card my hand through his hair.

Seemingly realizing just now that I was there, Grayson’s eyes slammed open and looked up at me. I gave him a small, knowing grin before his face flushed pink and he, very obviously flustered, pushed his face to hide in the crook of my neck with an embarrassed groan.

“Ugghh, did I just…? On your…? Ughhh...” He asked with another flustered groan, his voice muffled against my skin. As much as he had definitely been not aware of what he was doing when he had sneezed, he was starting to piece it together now.

I giggled lightly at his sheepish and blushy demeanor, continuing to affectionately card my fingers through his hair and scratch at his scalp. “It’s okay, you’re all good,” I assured with a soft hum, a fond smile across my lips. Again, understatement of the goddamn century.

“No, it’s not, I just sneezed on you, that’s so gross and the opposite of ‘okay’, I’m so sorry--” Grayson began to ramble, his mumbling words still pressed into my neck where he was still hiding. I cut him off quickly, not wanting the guy to talk himself in a circle of apologies forever.

“Grayson, I’m absolutely sure it’s completely fine. You were sleeping, you couldn’t help it,” I reassured, tugging lightly at his hair to try to get his face to emerge from its spot pushed into my neck so he’d look at me.

I smiled up at him when he lifted his face to look down at me, his cheeks still very obviously red with blush. Adorable. “I’m still sorry. I always sneeze in the morning, right when I wake up, I’m pretty sure it’s ‘cause my medicine wears off by the morning and all the duhhst and pollen and shih-iiH! Sorry, I gohhttasneeze-! hhIIISSSHhHU!” He picked his head up a bit more to direct the itchy, sudden sneeze away from me.

I reached up, cupping his cheek with my hand once he was done sneezing. “Bless you. I’m telling you, I really don’t mind. It’s okay,” I said warmly, yet again trying to reassure him that his sneezing was fine. More than fine, really. Though, he didn’t know all that about me yet.

His eyes shifted to look down at mine, his body now being propped up with his elbow next to me, while I was still laying on my back. His eyes softened when they met mine, seemingly analyzing me for a moment.

“You’re so...I can’t even describe it. I know I was talking about it last night, and all of it was completely true, you’re just always so nice and kind about it and just brush it all off, even though I know my allergies can be kind of...well, a lot, to say the least, and you always make it seem like it’s so normal and fine and-and you just...You…”

Grayson seemingly couldn’t find the words to continue what he was trying to say. His lips just quirked up softly and he leaned down to press a long, deep kiss to my lips in lieu of words. I smiled against his lips, easily returning the kiss and pushing all my fondness and acceptance for the guy through it.

He pulled back eventually, soft eyes looking down into mine. My lips quirked up and my thumb was brushing absentmindedly across his cheek where my hand rested. Something new seemed to flash in his eyes, making his face contort into an expression I wasn’t sure I’d seen before. He seemed to realize something, but that fond look was still present and written in his features.

“I...I really like you, Sage. Like, really like you. And I don’t know if you feel the same way, and I’m fine with keeping things how they are if you want to but...I’d really love for you to be my girlfriend. And I know maybe it’s too early, and it’s totally fine if you don’t want that, but I just--Oh!”

Yet again, I cut off his rambling. (He was rambling a lot this morning. Again, adorable.). This time, by tugging him down and capturing his lips in a searing, deep kiss, our lips moving together slowly. I began to pull away and my eyes fluttered open, giggling softly with a smile against his lips.

Grayson took a quick moment to recover from the deep kiss, his eyes still a little glazed over as he looked down at me, a grin quickly spreading across his lips that he seemingly couldn’t hold back. My face was radiating happiness, a mirror of his, as he asked: “Soo, is that a yes?”

#literally one of my favs of these two #again thank you so much smallsnzplz bc your beautiful scenario about the fifth-and-cuff did not leave my brain and forced me to write this #also woooooo they're official #OC: Grayson #OC: Sage #snzario #snzfic #also please send me more scenarios for me to write about these two because i <3 them #my writing

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sukiglycerin · 4 years

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Hello, can I request a reaction for kirishima, hawks, shinso and bakugo (or just one of them your choice) to their SO being really shy and nervous about physical affection because they've never done anything like that before even though they're an adult?

reactions to reader being shy with physical affection

* characters: eijirou kirishima, keigo takami, hitoshi shinsou, katsuki bakugou

* genre: flufff, oh god so much of it

* words: 622

* warnings: none, other than hawks being a Birb but not too intense uwu

* a/n: i realize that this is just furthering my subconscious Kirishima Best Boyfriend agenda NSNSNSNS. also, shinsou's part is like half a scenario bc imagination takes ya places :P special thanks to @toishi for proofreading, and i hope you enjoy!

eijirou

when kirishima was younger, he got into the habit of not coming into close contact much with people, as he couldn't control his quirk well and didn't want to hurt people

when he got to ua, and managed it more and more, he slowly eased into being a bit more touchy - resting his head on a shoulder, putting his arm around someone

so he'd understand more how to ease you into pda, having gone through a similar process himself

very casual touches, slinging an arm around your shoulder, leaning on your shoulder

without you realizing, it became habitual between you too; they weren't necessarily romantic, but were just a part of your relationship

this, you realized, kind of eased you into more affectionate touches

would probably be more affectionate in private before doing it in public just so you feel safe and comfortable ^^

keigo

hawks + pda? yes.

this lil birb will also wrap his wings around you during cuddle sessions !! how soft !!

first, he'd be concerned if you were uncomfortable about it; wings can be thick nd hot, or maybe the texture was itchy??

he made sure to groom those babies but you never know *shrug*

once you've established that you're not really used to cuddles/touching like that, he'll do small things at first

holding hands, soft kisses on the cheek, stroking your hair, always asking your permission first

occasionally he'll go feral and attempt to scent you, but birb has good self-control

if you're okay with it.,.. he will definitely try to scent you though would definitely not at first (it's intense)

"dove, can i hug you?"

really soft affirmations like that

"it's okay, don't worry, you can keep doing what you're doing~"

backhugs while you're reading/cooking/anything

backhugs + wings if you're okay with it!!

hitoshi

he's more casual about it

netflix and chill? nah, you've got napping and cuddles!!

lazy sundays... cuddles all day...

he honestly wouldn't ask you to do much

just allow him to hold you, and it's okay

his presence is ~~naturally calming~~

he won't be big on pda (probably sticking to subtle things)

shinsou is the cuddle god, so all he'll ask of you is to fall into his touch

he'll constantly ask if you're comfortable with cuddles, tho

your experience and comfort comes first

...i ended up writing a lil thing for him, here you are~

"wh-what are you doing?" you ask, as shinsou wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"cuddles," he says, nuzzling into your body warmth.

"cuddles," you repeat, unsure of what exactly to do with your body with a pro-hero attached to it. you feel stiff and awkward, looking around to find something to do. you play with your fingers for what feels like a mortal eternity before shinsou answers, voice raspy.

"what, don't tell me you've never gotten cuddles before?"

you flush. "n-not really," you confess.

"it's easy," he says. he leans into your touch, closing his eyes. "jus' let me love you like this, 'nd it'll be alright."

katsuki

he really wouldn't think much of it

he's not a touchy guy!! and anyway exploding your lover might kinda ruin the mood

not very romantic

he's lowkey touch-starved, but will only realize if you attempt to initiate cuddles/touchy stuff

honestly, you're in the same boat here KSNSJXJX

to the bakusquad, it's kinda cute to see how you both struggle to initiate contact

awkward hand brushes as you two walk together and look away everytime your fingers make contact; it's like you're in middle school all over

you'd probably end up locking pinkies ngl and kaminari would laugh his butt off

you'll figure it out!! just give it some time uwu

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marvelousbutterfly · 2 years

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since its holiday season it would be super cute to see tony and peter doing different holiday traditions that are autistic friendly (bc as an autistic person there are quite a few things during the holidays I find overwhelming lol)

here you go, anon! A fluffy Christmas story with autistic Peter!

Read on ao3

We wish you a merry Christmas (sensory-friendly edition)

"Pass me another small red one" Peter said seriously, reaching out his hand for Tony to hand him what was requested, while still keeping his eyes focused on his main task. He stuck the tip of his tongue between his teeth in concentration, doing his best to keep his hands steady as he set the object in place with precision. "There, it's done!" he said finally, pulling up his long sleeves, stepping back with a smile as he looked at the final product of their effort.

The newly-decorated Christmas tree stood in the corner of the Parker's apartment, with many branches concentrating in specific spots, leaving out some blank space in certain areas. The ornaments were well spaced, though a few of them seemed about to fall off, while others were so far in that they ended up being hidden by the branches. The tree itself was also slightly crooked, too, with the top tipping to one side as if trying not to fall over.

Tony looked at the tree with a blank expression. We definitely should've waited for May, he thought. "It looks great, buddy!" he praised with a smile too wide for the occasion, "It looks a bit… crooked?" he said, ending almost in a question as his tone changed with uncertainty, and he froze while waiting for a reaction from the boy.

Peter looked disappointed for a moment as he examined the tree carefully, taking in every side of it, before shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't see it."

Tony rolled his eyes and he was about to retort, when the door opened, and both May and Happy walked in, each carrying a handful of shopping bags, looking slightly flushed from the cold weather.

"Okay, now we're finally done with the presents!" May announced cheerfully, "How did it go here, guys?"

"We assembled the tree, put up the fairy lights and decorated it!!" Peter said excitedly, smiling proudly at his creation, "Except for some other ornaments, and the star, of course" he added quickly, "we're doing it together, it's still tradition!"

With that, May finally looked at the tree, and her smile fell to an uncertain one as she wondered if she should reach out her hands to hold the tree upright.

"Wow" she exclaimed, quickly fixing her expression, "It looks great, you guys!"

"It's definitely a Christmas tree" Happy said in a teasing tone, earning a light smack on his arm.

"It's beautiful" assured May once again, "Now how about we put on the rest of the ornaments so we can put the star on top?" she suggested, raising her eyebrows in excitement.

Peter rushed to the still full box of ornaments, before Tony tapped on his arm.

"Don't forget your sleeves, buddy" he reminded the boy, "we don't want those itchy branches all over your arms"

Peter nodded gratefully, having forgotten that he had pulled up the sleeves from his hoodie. When assembling and decorating Christmas trees, Peter always wore long sleeves - and on bad days, even gloves - to shield himself from the itchy fake leaves and almost spiky branches. To do so without any kind of protection would be sensory hell.

The small family soon started playing and singing some classic Christmas songs as they finished decorating the apartment, and when Pepper finally arrived, she brought santa hats for everyone - making sure to get ones with a nice and soft fabric so they wouldn't be bothering Peter.

Pepper took in the decorations that had been put up, and how everything was in some way adapted for Peter. Anything that made sounds or lit up had been carefully chosen, making sounds that wouldn't upset the boy and lighting up with not too many colored lights, some even having the possibility to dim the lights - which was great, considering how the boy actually loved things such as fairy lights.

The stockings and other decorations made of fabric were also sensory friendly, being made of soft fabrics that wouldn't feel bad for the kid.

Pepper could already tell how much Peter loved Christmas, and it was comforting to know that with the help of his family, he could enjoy the holiday comfortably.

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The five of them were spending Christmas at the Parker apartment as a family, and things had been going well for the most part, despite the stress that usually came with that time of year.

It was close to midnight of the night of the 24th and the group was sitting around the table, wearing cheesy and goofy Christmas sweaters - Peter and Tony wore matching science puns on theirs, with the boy's saying "Ho Ho Ho" with the Holmium element, and the man's saying "Let it snow", with the last word being made of the elements Tin, Oxygen and Tungsten.

As it was approaching midnight, they were serving themselves supper, passing plates around the table. As per tradition, May always prepared a turkey - something her own parents did back in the day.

"Here, Pete, let me pick some of the turkey's breast for you" she offered, taking the boy's plate so she could handpick the pieces that would be more appealing to him, "And don't worry, I've got some chicken breast we can mix it with to make the texture better" she assured, though Peter could figure that that was the case, considering they did it every year.

Peter loved the taste of turkey, but the texture wasn't always that great. When he was little, way before they even knew he was autistic, May and Ben figured out that if they mixed the turkey with a bit of chicken - always the breast, though, as that was his favorite -, the boy could have something with a nicer texture while still enjoying the taste of turkey.

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And so the night went on. The family exchanged gifts, sang more Christmas songs, drank some hot chocolate while watching cheesy Christmas movies, and overall enjoyed each other's company.

Tony was used to celebrating the holiday with extravagant parties with people whose names he barely knew, but he found himself enjoying this quiet but still happy night better. He could definitely get used to this, he thought as he took in the sight of his family talking and smiling around the crooked Christmas tree.

"This Christmas is perfect!" Peter said contently, flapping his hands and shaking his head happily.

Tony couldn't agree more.

#irondad and spiderson #irondad fic #iron dad #irondad #autistic peter parker #peter parker #mcu spiderman #peter parker & tony stark #my fic #butterfly writes #butterfly.exe

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cloudy-leonhart · 3 years

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AOT Characters with a filipino S/O!

[Author Note: I just made this out of impulse lol, I’ll make a part two with the AOT veterans- if it’s requested then I’ll make a part three with the Marley Warriors- feedback is also appreciated on all my posts :))]

[Summary: It’s just headcanons, AOT with a filipino S/O lol, that’s it. that’s the post.]

Recommended song: Sa Susunod Na Lang - Skusta Clee ft. Yuri.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Theme: Fluff, Modern AU.

TW: Swearing.

Characters: Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Marco, Connie, Sasha.

Eren Jaeger

He probably fucks up his greetings with your parents, surprisingly your dad loves him, both of them talk about basketball and boxing, whenever Many does a fight, you and him come over so Eren could watch with you dad.

This man gets bodied by your dad ALL THE TIME during basketball, it’s valid because your dad used to be a basketball player.

He eats with his hands, yes he also got that from your dad. Your mom always comes up to you, while Eren and your dad talk, she’s happy that you found someone, and that Eren reminds her a lot of your dad.

Mans swallows rice like it was no one’s business, he eats that shit with barbecue and vinegar.

You can’t tell me he gets drunk with your dad and his friends?? They watch boxing matches and eat peanut while drinking beer.

For some reason he acts like he lives there?? Like the whole community knows about him, the kids like playing with him, the guys like doing karaoke and drinking beer with them, and the titas and lolas love talking about your relationship with him and how they would totally marry a guy like that if they ever met someone like that when they were younger.

His favourite thing about the culture? Probably how open the people were, they were very generous and kind.

Armin Arlert

When you first told him, he was kind of like, “okay??” but he also took time out of his day to research your culture, he’s the type to catch you in a sad mood where you really miss your country, and take time out of his day to try his best to make food from your culture.

He’s mastered to cook Tofu Sisig and Halo-Halo. You always ask him to make it for you whenever you’re sad.

He could never understand how your family’s able to sit in your traditional clothing, he tries his hardest not to scratch, he literally looks at you with a look begging for help because he was itchy but he didn’t want to take it off.

You had to explain that he doesn’t always have to participate in your culture, because respecting your culture was enough for you. Mans cried because he thought he was horrible for not wearing the Barong for the whole ceremony.

He does loves trying filipino recipes, he loves seeing you cook adobo or tapsilog in the morning, it just fills the house with an amazing aroma.

he knows how to say ‘i love you’ in Tagalog and he has fully replaced ‘I love you’ with ‘Mahal Kita.’

Favourite thing about the culture? The language, he just loves learning new words everyday, his favourite saying so far is, “Huwag kang mag-alala. Akong bahala.” (Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.)

Mikasa Ackerman

Poor baby was confused, she caught you talking on the phone in another language and she just stared concerningly at you, forgetting about whatever she’s doing.

She was also afraid to try your food?? Until you shove a ube-filled riceball (in filipino, Buchi) in her mouth, she ends up making it her comfort food, she asks you to make Buchi with her, she likes to eat the left over filling.

she actually wants to keep trying some of your culture’s food, her favourites so far is definitely Taho and Kaldereta, and of course Buchi.

She can’t say much in tagalog but she does know traditions, she did the binasuan dance with you once, amazingly she kept all cups in balance for her first time.

She knows how bless and actually calls people tita and tito, or ate and kuya. She was kind of, ahem, convinced, to call your parents nanay and tatay.

Your parents always complain about how you haven’t married Mikasa yet, Mikasa was confused about why she could hear them talking about her, but you reassured her that it was only just your parents egging you to marry Mikasa. In which she blushed in return.

Mikasa also learns recipes from Armin, those two cook for ther S/O’s so much that even their S/O feel like their not filipino enough, they got to try things even they didn’t know filipino culture had.

Jean Kirstein

SUPRISINGLY, he knows what blessing is, went as far as saying “Mano po.” whenever he did.

your dad hates him for some reason lmfao like your dad’s always staring at him with a weird expression.

He’s scared of your dad, no cap. first time you guys went on a date and didn’t have a house together, he almost shit himself talking to your dad.

You tried to teach him to do the tinikling dance and he almost broke his leg.

You and your parents conversed by yelling at each other, like Sasha, he too thought that you were arguing with them and he tapped you on the shoulder like, “Should I leave?-” You were confused as he was, you had to explain that yelling was a way filipinos communicated.

He was concerned when you would hit him while laughing, you also had to explain that was also something most filipino’s communicated.

He tried picking the language up but he just butchers the pronunciation.

Favourite thing about your culture is the places, if he could he probably would’ve bought a private island.

Does this man know how to cook filipino food?? Yessir!! He’s absolute god at cooking, imagine when he finds out we have a whole CHEESE ice cream-

Mans was confused confused, why..would you like cheese ice cream?? surprisingly he likes the ice cream, it’s sweet and salty??

Connie Springer

THIS MAN- he thought filipino was a sexuality?? when you told him, he’s like “so, what gender do you prefer then?”

HE WAS DUMBFOUNDED WHEN HE FOUND OUT WHAT FILIPINO MEANT-

I just know he shared filipino swears with Sasha, he actually grew accustomed to them, once in a while you’ll hear, ‘PUTANGINA’ throughout the house, because he stubbed his toe.

ugh he rocked the barong too, AND HE ROCKED HIS TINIKLING DANCE.

your titas seemed to love him?? Every time you talk to them, they ask if he’s doing okay.

He actually is a simp for filipinos, he was awestruck with how much beautiful women and men there were in the Philippines.

you cannot tell me this man doesn’t watch Manny Paqcuiao’s boxing fights.

In general he tries his best to respect your culture and not disrespect them, but he cannot bless for the life of him.

favourite thing about your culture is the adobo, he says its “bussin’”.

He drinks with your titos and your dad. No way he doesn’t, he also plays basketball with them.

traumatized somehow by the naked children running down the street sometimes- Filipino streets man, a little too comfortable-

He was shocked to find out that some people showered outside?? Like comfortably?

Man covers his whole face bc he feels like a perv.

Marco Bodt

Absolute researcher in your culture, like Armin, he actually makes sure he’s not disrespecting it or anything.

HE DOES THE BLESS GESTURE, but he whispers in your ear about how he accidentally blessed one of your titas too hard

his favourite filipino dish is Buko Pandan, he literally couldn’t help but get seconds when your grandma offered him a cup.

tbh he rocked his barong, he looked so good, like GAH DAYUM.

he picked up some words since he really loved being around your family, you were lively and your family was so open to accepting him.

you and him danced in a barong and baro’t saya for your wedding reception.

genuinely, he was in fearful awe when you caught a rat your parents have been complaining about in their house, remind you rats in the Philippines are as big as kittens

He also calls you Mahal, it’s kinda cringey but you thought it was cute.

Favourite part of your culture, the clothing, he’s always asking to go to parties just so he can wear the barong.

he’s also deathly afraid of the bodies of water the Philippines has, he doesn’t know if murky water scares him more than clear water in the islands.

Mans tried his best to corporate your culture into your guys’ wedding, until your Tito Philip brought a WHOLE ASS LIVE CHICKEN as a wedding gift?!

he was kinda sad y’all didn’t keep the chicken.

Sasha Braus

Sasha honestly didn’t know that your were filipino until you spoke your language with a family member, you guys were yelling at each other and Sasha thought y’all were fighting-

she wants to learn the language BUT ONLY THE SWEARS, connie and her both.

she loves when you speak to her in your langauge, she loves guessing what you’re telling her. SHE ALSO LOVES WHEN UR PARENTS TRY TO SPEAK TO HER AND THEIR ACCENTS COME OUT.

you guys actually went to the Philippines for your guys’ honeymoon. did she almost spend all your money? yes, did you let her? duh.

Her most favourite thing about your culture is definitely the food, and beautiful people like you.

Genuinely rocks the Baro’t Saya, her short hair goes well with the dress, her colour was a dullish-pastel pink, she had a matching fan with it too!

She wore it for your birthday, almost ruined it by almost spilling fruit salad on it.

THIS WOMAN- SHE WAS LITERALLY CRYING TEARS OF JOY WHEN SOMEONE BROUGHT OUT THE LECHON (a whole roasted pig).

Yes, she almost ate half of it, she would’ve probably finished it if it weren’t for her eating everything else, a human compost bin, you got leftovers? She’ll eat em.

She loved going to Jollibee with you, you and her have dates where you literally eat almost everything off the menu.

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linorangge · 3 years

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Stray Kids Maid Outfit Scenarios!

(requested by anon !)

Chan:

- you were scrolling thru amazon, looking for dog costumes for barry

- and a maid costume showed up in the recommended

- you showed Chan

- u were like “haha imagine u wore this”

- nd he giggled nd stared at the costume for a hot minute

- three days later (bc y'all have amazon prime ofc)

- he made u sit on ur living room couch nd close ur eyes

- he walked out in the maid outfit nd told u to open ur eyes

- u slapped ur hand over ur mouth in disbelief

- the outfit fit him tight in some places

- specifically his arms nd the top part of his torso

- u just stared at him in silence

- “does it look ok?”

- he got rlly bushy when u nodded

- “u look so cute”

- nd then u had a lil photoshoot of him in the outfit LMAO

- nd he stole some of the photos nd showed the boys

- nd they were like “????? nice ?????”

- yea

Minho:

- u guys were out shopping

- he didn't rlly go to buy anything

- he went more for u

- while at a lil anime march store u pointed out sum fan art of an anime boy in a maid costume

- “look ! u should wear something like that”

- u said it as a joke

- but u he looked so disgusted with u LMAO

- “I would literally never wear that”

- “ur insane for thinking id ever wear something like that”

- “omg it was a joke ugh”

- nd he rolled his eyes at u

- nd then he felt bad so he bought u coffee

- a week later it was ur bday

- when everyone had left ur place lino made u stay in the bedroom while he changed in the bathroom

- nd he walked into ur room with the outfit

- he had a feather duster nd everything

- you laughed so hard

- he sauntered yes sauntered up to u

- “I think knee highs work for me”

- he didn't have shoes on

- but u best believe that mf wore the knee high socks anyway

- his thighs looked great

- “u look better in it than me”

- “I've never seen u in a maid costume”

- u were both like 👁👁

- nd he started flinging the layers off nd forced u to wear it too

Changbin:

- u made the suggestion nd got it for him as a joke

- it was sitting in the back of his closet for the longest time

- he rlly didn't want to

- but he did it for u

- bc ur his favorite person ever

- u came home to see him in the outfit, sitting on the couch

- he was watching tv

- he was like “omg hey”

- nd u were like “??????? hi ?”

- u literally stared at him

- nd then u made him stand up nd u fluffed up the skirt for him nd adjusted it

- “u look rlly pretty”

- he got kinda shy “u think so?”

- he was rlly blushy

- he liked seeing the happy little smile on ur face

- after awhile he got comfy nd he was ok wearing it

- nd then he walked around ur house like that for awhile b4 changing

Hyunjin:

- HATED the idea

- literally stared @ u like -____-

- you’d mention the idea a lot just to piss him off

- you’d bring it up randomly

- “UGH whatever that’s why u won't wear the maid costume”

- “omfg SHUT UP”

- nd one day he brought it up to the members

- nd they were like 😏

- “do it”

- “wtf no”

- nd they went to the store with him to force him to buy it

- he bought the outfit with extreme hesitation

- nd then he pulled up to ur house with the maid oufit

- he showed u the outfit

- nd u were like :0

- nd he was like

- “I'll let u help me put it on”

- nd u did

- and he hated it

- but he did it anyway

- and then he saw how happy it made you

- and he regretted wearing it way less

- and then he made u take pics of him to prove to the members he wore it

Jisung:

- he was so down

- like he was READY

- he made u drive him to some store and buy it as soon as possible

- there wasn’t much convincing for you to do

- u asked him as a joke

- nd he was like

- “FUCK THAT IS SO CUTE”

- so he picked out the maid costume

- along with cat ears

- and then u guys got home

- nd u helped him button the backside

- nd then he made u fix his hair nd put the ears on him

- he was so excited PLS

- you gave him endless compliments to boost his already enormous ego

- nd then he took pics

- he made u take pics with him

- nd then he posted them LMAO

- everyone went mf crazy

Felix:

- lix saw the outfit in a catalogue u had

- nd he showed u how pretty it was

- u jokingly said you’d get it for him

- nd he was like

- “ :D rlly?”

- nd u ended up getting it for him

- for his bday actually

- he was so happy

- way happier than you’d expected

- the next day he put it on nd showed u

- “I should work at one of those maid cafes”

- he asked u to fluff it for him

- pls this baby

- he literally loves it

- him and Jisung had similar reactions

- he took pics too

- he didn't upload them tho

- he kept them more for u and him

- in conclusion

- Jisung cat boy

Seungmin:

- he was not into the idea at all

- you suggested he’d look cute

- nd he was like

- “why tf would I ever wear that”

- nd then you got the outfit nd made him wear it

- like forced him

- u forced the clothes on him

- he fought through every second of it

- nd when u finally situated the skirt and buttons

- he realized it wasn't that bad

- u squealed nd complimented him all the way through it

- he got so shy despite being kinda mad

- “do u rlly think I look cute?”

- “omfg yes min ur adorable”

- he let u snap a few pics

- he made u promise to never show them to a soul

Jeongin:

- hated hated hated HATED it

- he’s the one who would not like it at all

- no matter what

- u got it as a joke

- he was not amused

- he laughed it off

- but u both knew he was never going to wear it

- and then one day

- during the summer specifically

- he got bored

- and then he walked out of the bathroom wearing it

- u were so happy and excited

- but u cackled SO hard

- nd he got embarrassed nd he was going to get back in the bathroom nd take it off

- but u stopped him

- “let me look at u for a second”

- “no”

- “jeongin”

- “y/n”

- nd u looked at him a bit more

- u pulled out ur phone to take a picture

- he closed that bathroom door so quick

- u whined for him to come out

- no way in hell was he letting anyone but u see him in that outfit

- u opened the door nd he was just standing there, his arms crossed

- toasted bread

- but with baby bread energy

- if that makes sense

- in conclusion

- he hated wearing it especially bc he found it itchy

- but he liked the reaction u gave him

- kinda

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cherriipi · 4 years

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Hi! i just stumbled into your blog and realized that requests were open! i hope you don't mind but may i request *insert your more favored HQ team here* reacting to hearing that their lovely manager had gotten hurt badly bc of an opponent during one of their tournaments? (may be an accident or intentional your choice) also the manager is a guy who's pretty physically weak! i hope you don't mind!

nonnie, i am actually losing my damn mind over this, this is GOLD i love it 💕 physically weak, male manager for Nekoma? let’s do it.

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Get Even

summary: Nekoma has a practice match and the opposing team doesn’t seem to like Nekoma’s sweet little male manager, but they’ve made a horrible mistake.

tw // gore, violence, bullying(?), slight angst, reader overthinks for a smidge, feral Nekoma

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It felt like hours before (Y/N) opened his eyes again, in reality it had only been a few minutes but the sting in his nose that traveled through his eyes and up to his forehead had his full attention. He sat up with a low groan and rested his arms on his knees as he wheezed in and out, it felt so hard to breath, no thanks to those major assholes that had decided to kick the shit out of him just minutes prior.

“Fuck,” (Y/N) coughed roughly. “Goddammit, that hurts...” He pressed a hand to his chest in an attempt to calm his heartbeat and settle his breathing, he’ll be lucky if he only has a few bruised ribs and maybe a black eye.

“I gotta get back to the gym...” (Y/N) mumbles and shakily stands up, knees almost buckling before he steadies himself with the wall nearby, a wall that was unfortunately just used as a weapon against him. He cringed at the thought and let out a huff before making his way to the gymnasium, it wasn’t too far from where he was. He reached the doorway and Coach Nekomata spotted him before quickly waving him over, (Y/N) gulped and eyed his team, making sure they were focusing on the practice match at hand; which they were.

“(L/N), where have you been? What happened to you?” Nekomata questioned, hand brushing against the various scrapes and bruises on his cheeks and eyebone, the boy flinched and hissed slightly at the pain.

“I’ll... I’ll tell you after the practice match, I don’t want this information to effect their play style.” Nekomata lets out a hum of thought before nodding and turning his attention back to the match.

As he watched the match, his nose felt so... itchy. He wiggled his nose but the feeling remained, he tenderly rubbed the tip of his nose but it still didn’t feel any better. Nekomata called for a timeout, yet the manager couldn’t remember why he had. Was the other team ahead? Could he tell the boys needed a break? The edge of his vision prickled with fuzz and he blinked in an attempt to get his vision back to normal.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Fuck, was that blood? Those motherfuckers must’ve smashed his nose hard enough to break it. Damn that wall.

“Oh my god, (Y/N) you’re bleeding!” Lev screeched, green eyes wide with shock and fear. “Your nose is bleeding!”

“Shit,” he hissed and cupped his nose with his hand but the blood was practically pouring out now. Naoi grabbed his arm and gently pulled him towards the bathrooms.

“Lean over the sink and pinch your nose,” Naoi instructed as he pulled out a small pouch of tissues. “Cover your nose with the tissues and keep pinching it, don’t lean back, the blood has to drain forward.”

“Thanks Coach,” (Y/N) replied with a nasally tone. His eyes were rimmed with tears at the pain and the reminder, maybe if he wasn’t so weak he could’ve defended himself, or even run away and gotten help, if he wasn’t so stupidly feminine or small or...

“You’re overthinking,” the older man huffs. “What happened? You look...”

“Like shit?”

“I was going to say roughed up, but yeah, that works too.”

“I...” (Y/N) paused for a moment, contemplating telling the truth right now. The boys wouldn’t know right now, right? So would it matter? “Some of the bench warmers from the opposite team... They cornered me earlier and decided to beat the crap out of me...”

“They what?” Naoi huffed angrily, “Why?”

“Guess i’m viewable as a threat,” he joked and glanced up at the coach. Okay, that wasn’t really THAT funny, maybe he should leave the jokes to Fukunaga. “They said I’m too weak and feminine to be an actual boy, so they rocked my shit.”

“Kid, I am so sorry-“

“What!?” (Y/N)’s neck almost snapped from how fast he turned his head, Shibayama stood in the doorway of the bathroom with wide eyes. “The other team did that to you?”

“Yuuki, you cannot say anything to them! I don’t want them to lose focus of the game because of me! I... I was gonna explain what happened after the game was done and they left.” The libero was shaking with rage, hands itching to go and sock those bastards in the jaw. He took a deep breath before releasing it and flashing his manager a sickly sweet, albeit incredibly fake, smile.

“Okay.”

Silence.

“You’re gonna go tell them, aren’t you?” (Y/N) doesn’t get a response, the brunette had already launched himself out of the room and back towards the gym. (Y/N) let out a loud sigh before glancing back up at Coach Naoi, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

“Those kids are probably going to be furious, aren’t they?”

“Oh definitely,” the older man nodded. “You’re their manager, they care about you just as much as you care about them. Honestly, I would be surprised if they WEREN’T upset.”

Upset wasn’t even a word that could describe their feelings as Shibayama ran back into the gym, the game was on pause so they could clean up the blood properly and the team was waiting patiently.

“Is he okay?” Kuroo asked, eyebrows furrowed with concern. “He was bleeding a lot.”

“Turns out our opponents decided to let some of their players beat up (Y/N)-kun,” Shibayama huffed. “Something about him being too feminine.”

“What?” Yaku hissed, eyes narrowing dangerously.

“How could they do that to (Y/N)?” Inouka whimpered sadly as he bounced from foot to foot, his feet wanted to carry him over to the bathroom and hug the boy tightly.

“So, they wanna fucking play dirty?” Yamamoto growled, cracking his knuckles loud enough for the other team to hear. Fukunaga let out a sound similar to a growl, baring his teeth at the thought of someone hurting THEIR manager. Kuroo’s hands clenched and unclenched, trying his best to keep a hold on his temper.

“I don’t think (Y/N) would want us to play dirty back,” Teshiro tried to placate the anger in everyone’s eyes. “I’m just as upset as you guys, but our manager would want us to play fairly. He wouldn’t want us to stoop down to their level.”

“We don’t have to stoop down to their level in order to get even,” Kai’s normally friendly smile is anything but friendly at this point. “What do you think Kenma?”

The mock blond was twitching with irritation, eyes similar to that of a feral cat’s. He bit the inside of his cheek and took a glance at the other team, who was rather oblivious to his heated stare, he turned back and nodded.

“I think we get even.”

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