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pupcuck · 5 months

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LOVEY-DOVEY !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. ddlg, daddy dom/little girl duhh, leon feeling guilty for no reason, age gap, princess parts used once, an abundance of pet names, honestly just icky sappy smut, typical stuff like penetration n oral, praise kink

note. haiii :3 so insanely embarrassed to post this it’s insanely icky and soft for me .. but ignore typos as always :333 rbs n feedback greatly appreciated :33 crossposted on my ao3 clitkiss as usual, this is like very.. ddlg like he dresses u at one point but it’s only mentioned briefly

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You and Leon are trying something new. Now, he’s no stranger to it, his moonlight trysts with Pornhub show that he’s an expert at it in fact. But that was back in his late twenties. Op in Spain made his brain go funny, and maybe it’s ‘cause Ashley is the perfect subject for it - DDLG that is. She batted her lashes up at, clung to his arms, and she needed him, relied on him. In turn, he spent his days balls deep in videos like Daddy’s Little Girl Punished For Staying Up Past 8 PM, and even classier ones like Big Cock Daddy Fucks Tiny Tit Teen Girlfriend Till She Squirts (ANAL + THROATFUCKING)! Even the occasional Step-Daughter Chokes On Step-Daddy’s Fat Cock While Mommy Sleeps! Very tasteful, very nuanced, very discreet. So yeah, not to brag, but Leon’s kind of a porn connoisseur. Dabbled in every category.

The DDLG thing got boxed up and shelved away quick. Made him feel guilty, post-nut clarity set in the second he’d milked himself dry. Then he’d lay there for hours with a sticky palm and a heavy heart. Hasn’t thought about it in years, these days Leon’s more into Busty Dom Mommy Pegs Scrawny, Ugly, Sissy Slut In Business Suit! and if he’s really feeling up for it Stupid Fucking Bitch Takes Two Dicks At Once! The titular bitch actually only took one dick at a time despite the two dicks present, quite misleading in his humble opinion. No more creepy daddy stuff though. Those days are over; he hasn’t thought about it in twenty years give or take. Claire sent him this ‘Get porn sites taken down for women blah blah blah’ petition, he signed it, clicked out of the tab and got down to watching some silly slut get fucked within an inch of her life.

It’s more of a boredom thing. Honest. Leon watches porn to fill in gaps of space throughout his day; he nods his head thoughtfully when the man so affectionately titled Blue-Collar Bear slams into the Preppy Spoiled Twink. This is all getting away from him, the point is, Leon hasn’t thought about the dreaded topic of DDLG for literal decades. Then you walk in, and Leon’s sat there listening to you prattle on about Pompompurin and Chococat, an entire lineup of characters that he now knows off by heart.

Oh, is that right, sweetheart? Cinnamoroll’s a puppy, not a bunny? Wow, I didn’t know that, baby, fascinating ain’t it? Miffy‘s from the Netherlands, god, she’s gotta be careful over there in Amsterdam, honey. They don’t call that place Sin City for no reason, the red light district is no joke. Oh, I see, she’s from Utrecht? Ah, guess she’s safe then, I’m glad. What’s her name? That’s your favourite, Cogimyun? That’s a mouthful, ain’t it? She looks like a cloud. No? She's not? She’s a what-? Made of wheat flour? Oh! Well, that’s real funny, baby. Bet she don’t do well on windy days.

You don’t tell him outright. But he knows. Leon tries to tell himself that you’re just like this, that you buy cutesy, girly stickers to make yourself happy, that you fill his bedroom with soft toys ‘cause you simply like ‘em, turn them around when you fuck as a joke. But it’s clear, the headspace you’re left in after sex gives it away, haven’t let the D word slip so far, Leon’s banking on it being soon though.

He pets your head before you leave the house one day, you beam up at him, apples of your cheeks rounded with how hard you're smiling. “Love you, daddy!” You chirp all too loudly, jaw dropping open a moment later at your own blunder. Then you skitter out the front door unnervingly like a deer with CWD.

Called it. Made a bet on it even. Leon takes fifty out of his savings account, owes it to himself. You looked awful upset, he sends you a message, tells you to be safe, text him when you meet your friends. You do. Somehow, even the message is clipped. Poor baby, you’re embarrassed. The colour had drained from his face when you said it. You’d noticed for sure.

You’re younger than him, much younger. Too many years younger. An age gap that makes his head spin. Leon tries not to dwell on it, but it gets real hard. Claire’s always down his throat about it. When you go out in public together, he’ll sneak a hand in your back pocket and get stared down by every passer-by. He’s been asked if he’s your dad before. Blow to his ego. Considered botox and filler for the entirety of the following week. Certainly not your dad, possibly your daddy. Now you’ve cemented that in place - you want Leon to be your daddy, and he’ll fill those shoes.

Even if it leaves a bad taste on his tongue, even if it makes his skin crawl. Leon is willing to lay down his life for you half of the time, best thing that ever happened to him, so what harm is a little DDLG gonna do? He just needs to get comfortable with it, refamiliarise himself with all the lingo. How hard could it be? The guilt? He can get over it, even if it clings to him like a festering scab.

When you come back home it’s late, he barely hears your footsteps. You’ve learnt how to make yourself scarce when returning on late nights, Leon’s a light sleeper. A jumpy one at that. He smells jasmine when you pull back the covers, the mattress dips and he turns to face you.

“Fuck!” You gasp, brows pinched together, he runs his thumb over the divot that’s formed between them. “You scared me, Leon.”

“Not that ugly am I?” He juts his bottom lip out, it pulls a laugh out of you, and that makes him smile. You were emanating gloom and doom the second you stepped into the bedroom. Clear skies now.

“Never, you’re sooo handsome.” You kiss the tip of his nose, smear pink Vaseline on it.

“You know just what I wanna hear, don’t you, baby?” Apart from daddy. He’d make the joke, but you’d likely flip out. Leon shuts his mouth. He’s gotten better at doing that lately. Must be the effect you’ve had on him. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“About today—“

“Leon.” It’s a warning.

“Baby.”

“Leon.” Clearly you want to brush it under the rug. “It was just a slip-up, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, so can we just drop it?” Uh, woah, someone’s defensive.

“Baby, it didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Leon strokes your cheek, his cold hands warmed by the heat of your dewy skin. It made him mildly uncomfortable. That’s ‘cause he grapples with all these I’m a dirty old man that deserves to be crucified, Claire’s right I’m a fucking cradlerobber, I should let her go, I’ll be dead by the time she’s ready to get married thoughts. You’re this pretty young thing and it makes him tremendously nervous.

“I saw your face, Leon, I’m not stupid.” You’re getting huffy now, fluffing the pillows and turning away from him.

“Babe, I was just surprised, pinky promise.” Leon sticks his pinky finger into your line of sight, there’s silence, then the sheets ruffle and you’ve lifted your hand, shorter pinky wrapping around his.

“Like, pinky swear, Leon?” You sound so small, so scared, his heart aches.

“Baby,” he coos, “light of my life, angel, apple of my fuckin’ eye, sugar, dollface,” you hang onto every word, eyes getting bigger and wider by the second, “I knew the minute you showed me those Sylvanian Families.” You smack his chest and he laughs in your face.

“You’re an asshole and I hate you so much.” When he touches your cheek again, you’re burning up, he places a kiss behind your ear. “Stupid old man.”

“C’mon, baby, you think I’m dumb? You gave them names.” The Persian Cat triplets are named Serena, Nate and Blair. From Gossip Girl of course, he didn’t know what that was. Tedious is his review. Leon thought Henry, Tommy and Jimmy were more fitting names. You didn’t understand the reference. “You buy ‘em little plates and forks and cups, they’re living better than us, baby.” And that’s a fact. You splurged on a Red Roof Country House. Far nicer than his apartment, once empty, now filled with junk like that. No, it’s not junk, it’s his baby’s stuff, trinkets that make her happy.

“What if I just liked them?” You’re glaring at him, cutely of course, everything you do is saccharine.

“Just adds up, don’t it?” Leon gives you a big, wet kiss on your pouty lips. Tastes roses. Literally. He just swallowed a bunch of pink Vaseline. “What I wanted to say ‘fore you got all pissy on me,” he swallows the lump in his throat, fuck it, how bad could it go, he’s just making his favourite girl happy, “I don’t mind tryin’ it out.”

Rules are implemented the following morning, albeit loosely. Leon doesn’t have a lot of control over things, the DSO has jurisdiction over him, got him by the balls. And in turn, Leon’s just learnt how to take it like a good bitch. You handed him a pink glitter pen and a page from your Hello Kitty notebook. Asked him so sweetly to make a general set of rules, so you know how to be a good girl for daddy. Leon sprung a boner so fast he got nauseous. And that’s not even the sex part of this arrangement. He uses his black ballpoint pen, pink glitter isn’t his thing. Plus, it doesn’t show up on the paper.

You giggle when he hands them over to you; Leon’s ears flush pink. He’ll get better at it, swear. He wants to do well for you. Wants you to feel satisfied with his quote caregiving unquote.

It starts off slow, you hand him your toothbrush in the morning, Leon blinks at you in pure and utter befuddlement. You say Ah! like you would at the dentist and he gets it. Leon sits you on the closed lid of the toilet seat, making sure to get your molars, your canines, front teeth, and all the remaining ones. Five seconds each. Or he tries at least. You’re quite meticulous in this headspace, letting out a disgruntled noise when he fails to be precise.

Then you sit on the mat while he showers, like a puppy, didn’t even notice you were there until he opened the sliding door. “Hi there, babydoll.” Leon wraps a towel around his waist, “whatcha doin’ down there?”

“Waiting for daddy.” You tell him plainly, then trail after him as he gets ready. Right. He’s gotta pick out your clothes. What if you don’t like them? You’re so fussy with your style, spend hours tossing piece after piece out of the wardrobe, stomp your feet when the blouse you wanted to wear is in the laundry. Right now, you’re totally placid, lifting your arms when he asks as he puts you in a ribbed pink sweater and the frilly skirt you’re so fond of, knee high socks per usual, Mary Janes to finish it off. Oh. Yeah. This is bad. He’s in deep. You’re too cute. He thinks he wants to be your daddy forever.

“My dad’s been wanting to see you, Leon.” Ashley’s all grown up now, which makes him feel a bit sappy. Hypocritical really, he’s got a college girl back at home calling him daddy.

Dad… Daddy, I love you, when are you coming home?

Leon blinks to clear his mind, gives Ashley a plastic smile. “How’s he been?”

“Oh, you know how it is, he got a little sick over Halloween, but that guy, he’s always up and kicking.” Ashley brings a vanity out of her pocket, reapplies her lipstick. “Overall, he’s been good.”

Good girl, am I a good girl, daddy?

Jesus Christ, get a grip, man. “I’m glad, should take a rest that guy.”

“I know!” Ashley moves her plate to the side and lays out her entire makeup case on the table, picking out mascara. When he looks closely, her round mirror is printed with a vaguely familiar cartoon bunny. “He never listens, hasn’t been President for decades and he just works and works and works. That’s why you should call, tell him to take it easy.”

“What’s her name?” Leon frowns, jabs his thumb towards the compact.

“My Melody!” She answers, grinning at him with her pearly whites.

My Melody, Kitty, Keroppi, and Mimi, did you write that down, daddy? And there’s—

“Aren’t you too old for that, Ash?” Leon raises his brow, he’s not serious though, and she can tell.

“Hey, I liked Sanrio before it was cool in 2004, okay?” She tosses it all back in her clutch. Ashley’s too nice, if it were Claire she’d bite back with Aren’t you too old for your girlfriend, loser? And that would shut him up. “It was nice seeing you, Leon, I wanna meet your girlfriend next time, she seems sweet. And don’t forget to call dad, I’ll drop his number later.”

Call dad… Daddy? Daddy.

“Leon, don’t you think Chris looks like our dad?” Claire’s hijacked the DSO break room once again, she’s in town for some TerraSave presentation thingy. He wasn’t listening. Eyes glassed over as he gazes endlessly at her phone screen.

Dad. Dada. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy.

“Huh?” Leon says dumbly.

Claire levels him with her stare. “You’ve been out of it today, what’s up?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs nonchalantly, wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. “Just didn’t sleep well.”

“Uh huh.” Claire’s not convinced. Shit. She totally knows. She sees right through you, Leon. She knows what dirty shit you’ve been up to, can see the shame on your face, and she’s building her case against you. “Anyway,” she begins, voice holding onto it’s suspicious edge, “I was saying, I found this photo album of our parents, doesn’t Chris look so much like dad?”

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Fuck. He needs a lobotomy. Stat. This is taking over his fucking life. A sizable chunk of his brain was removed in his sleep, and it’s been replaced by pink mushy goo. Different to the pinkish brain matter that resides inside one’s head. More a glittery pink goop that morphs into the shape of you. You’re jumping around in there, sliding down the sulci and fissures in his brain, lodging yourself deep in his mind. Making it your playground.

“You’re fucking impossible to talk to, Leon. You know that?” What’d you say Claire? He can’t hear you over the impossibly disgusting, perverted thoughts running through his mind.

The second he gets home, Leon is on you. Face between your tits, knee keeping your thighs open, kissing you breathless. “Daddy!” You giggle, delighted by the wave of affection.

“Babydoll,” Leon rubs his stubble against your cheeks to hear you squeal, “Daddy missed you so much.”

“I missed daddy sooo much too!”

“Oh, yeah? How much did you miss daddy?”

You stretch your arms as wide as they go. “This much, daddy!” Fuck. Holy fucking shit. He needs to start going to weekly mass again.

“Yeah?” Leon peppers kisses all over your little face, forehead to your neck, “what’d ya get up to?”

“Mmm,” you hum, tapping a finger against your lip thoughtfully, “coloured, ate ‘n got sleepy, daddy.”

“What an eventful day that is, baby.” Leon kisses your nose. “You colour something for daddy?” He needs to put his dick in you before he explodes.

“Mhm,” your lashes flutter when he sneaks a hand up your loose sweater, hanging off your shoulders, swallowing you up, “I put it in daddy’s office…” Your breath hitches when he rolls your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Daddy’s gonna hang it on the fridge tonight then.” Leon mumbles, too busy shoving his naughty hand down your pyjama shorts, cupping your mound. Your fingers tremble as you lift the hem of your sweater, baring your tits for him, he takes your nipple into his mouth. Bites down to hear you gasp. Latches on like a damn baby, groping the other tit roughly.

“Daddy,” you whimper, and the sound alone makes his dick twitch. Leon pulls off with a pop, spit dripping down his chin.

“I know, baby,” Leon coos, “daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Dirty old man! blares Claire’s voice in the back of his mind. Leon can’t find it in himself to care. Watch this, bitch. “You want daddy to play with your princess parts, babydoll?” You heard that right, princess parts. He’s been sucked in that deep.

You nod, brows pinched together as you bunch up the sheets in your curled fists. Leon clicks his tongue, presses a kiss below your belly button. “Words, baby.” He reminds you, his tone delicate, only lightly chiding.

“Need daddy… need him to play with me,” it’s barely a mumble, but Leon takes it. He knows how jumbled your head gets in this mindset. Poor baby, play with your clit and it turns you all stupid.

Leon gets to work. He’s been waiting for it all day, to get his mouth on this perfect cunt. He spreads you out, urges you to go wider, as far as you can. Licks over the fabric of your cotton panties, his nose nestled against your swollen clit, sucking on the wet patch on the gusset. The constant nudge of his nose against your clit is making you antsy, your chest rises and falls, your fingers itch to tug at his hair, but you’re an obedient girl so you keep them down by your sides. Clutch at the sheets till your nails break.

He continues to lick and suck at your leaky centre through the fabric for an eternity. You have your complaints, but you can’t say no to daddy. That’s, like, against the rules. So Leon has his fun, maybe a little too much fun. You let out a strained noise, and enough is enough, you’re being so good for him, so patient. His little girl deserves a treat. Once you’ve creamed your panties that is.

“God,” you toss your head back and melt when his tongue flattens over your bare folds, he’d thrown your panties into the laundry basket a minute prior, good aim.

“Hey, give me some credit, baby,” Leon takes a break from tongueing you down, “God’s not doing shit down here, it’s all your daddy.”

That makes you giggle. Then you call out daddy so sweetly his brain blanks. He spits on your sticky core, you’re wet enough, but Leon likes it sloppy, wants to feel your mess dripping down his chin. His teeth scrape your clit, pulls the hood back, kitten licks it, kisses it three times for good luck.

“Don’t cover your mouth, baby,” Leon places a big hand on your hip, holds you in place, “Daddy didn’t say you could do that.”

“Sorry… ‘M sorry, daddy,” you whine, the hand once clasped over your mouth falling limp, and you’re moaning like a fucking pornstar. He can’t handle it. That word does something to him, something evil and degenerate.

He pushes your cushiony lips together, pinches your clit when it sticks out, makes the nastiest sounds known to mankind. Messy eater. Schlurping, schmacking, gulping. What he’s gulping down? God knows. Two fingers slip into you, knuckle-deep, wriggle around, scissor you open, his palm mashed into your clit. Leon’s face is resting on your plush thigh, admiring his own handiwork. Your slick cunt, drooling all down his wrist, covered his face in it, now you're cumming in messy spurts.

“Atta girl,” Leon croons, lays it on thick with the praise ‘cause he knows you get shy about this, “that’s right, dollface, just let it all out for, daddy, huh?”

Panting, you curl into yourself, kick your legs a little when his nimble fingers find your sticky clit, he can feel you throbbing. “No more, daddy.” You beg, rubbed raw from the back-to-back orgasms.

“Too much, baby?” Leon’s hand comes to cop a feel, his nose pressing into the nape of your neck. “Can you get daddy off?”

The energy seems to zap back into you within an instant. You nod, head bobbing up and down like it should be doing on his dick. You love having your mouth full, keep his cock down your throat till you go numb. Suckle on it with pride and integrity. You gaze up at him with those eyes, heart-shaped pupils and all, blowjob eyes.

“How’d you want daddy?” Leon asks, you roll over, laying flat on your back, you want him like that? Alright, naughty girl. With your head between his meaty thighs, Leon guides his weeping tip past your swollen lips, you lap at the slit, collecting droplets of his precum on your tongue.

“Shit,” Leon gets out through gritted teeth, covers it with a cough, he shouldn’t really be saying bad words, not setting a good example for his baby. The suction is crazy, feels like he stuck his dick into the tube of a vacuum cleaner. Your cheeks hollow out as he thrusts his hips forwards, tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag each time. Still take it like a champ though. You always do, his good fucking girl. “Doin’ so damn well, baby, makin’ daddy cum.”

Your little hand comes to rest on his abdomen, Leon eases up, lets his fat cock slip out of your mouth, he thinks you’ve had enough, but you go for his balls instead. Open your mouth wide as you try to fit ‘em in your mouth. “No chance, baby.” Leon smiles, patting your head, you lick along the seam and his dick is fucking throbbing. Hail fucking Mary. “Not gonna last, babydoll, can daddy fuck you now or ya need a break?”

You nod, he raises a brow, “No, daddy, I’m fine, daddy. Need daddy in me so bad.” You croak out, throat sore from the time spent with his cock lodged in your windpipe.

That makes him groan. The non-explicit dirty talk is fuckin’ weird, turns him on in ways he can’t explain. He loves when you avoid saying the word pussy, can’t say cock, makes it sound even dirtier. Maybe it’s the control aspect. You can’t say those words ‘cause daddy said so, ‘cause Leon said so.

His dick jumps the second he tries to slide in, bumps against your sensitive clit, shit, that hasn’t happened since he was twenty. Leon grabs your ankles, kisses one before he throws them over his shoulders, uses one hand to guide his dick to your sloppy hole and the other is intertwined with your smaller one. Tender, sappy, sweet. Oh, don’t make him tear up, princess. With age he’s softened up. For you Leon has softened up. Brought back part of who he was before it all went wrong.

“My pretty girl,” he pets your cheek like he does the neighbour’s well-fed cat, and you lean into it all the same. He fills you up so well. No matter how much Leon plays with your pussy, there’s always a stretch, and he can tell by the look on your face. Nose scrunching, lips parting, letting out a sharp breath as the weight of his cock knocks against your cervix. “All done, baby.” Leon tells you, and you open your eyes, sit up on your elbows to see where the two of you meet in a sticky, squelching embrace. “Well done, baby, you’re such a big girl, takin’ all of daddy, aren’t you?” Leon presses his hand down on your lower tummy, his cock angles upwards so he can hit that spongy spot deep inside, the one that makes you sob. “Is it there?”

The cry you let out is the confirmation he needs. He bullies his cock into you, fucks you rough ‘cause he loves you. Making love is for mornings, when you’re sleepy and pliant, nasty fucking is for after work. When he’s pent up, when you’ve been on his mind all day. Leon pulls out, only his tip keeping your cunt spread open, then he slams back in, and you begin to sniffle, squeezing his hand so tight you cut off his blood circulation.

“Daddy,” You drop his hand, nails clawing down his back, his lonely hand suffering from a severe case of pins and needles, “daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy!” It’s the only thing you can say. Stuffed your cunt and your head is full of him too. Leon adores you. Prettiest girl in the whole world and you’re here speared on his cock. Dexterous fingers find your clit once more, helping you reach the edge.

“You can do it, baby, don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Leon dips his head down, kisses you and swallows up your sounds, stringy spit keeping the two of you connected. Red string of fate or whatever. “Daddy’s right here, daddy loves you.”

All it took was the L word, and you’re squirting. Pushing his cock out, dripping down his heavy balls, digging your nails into his back, chanting daddy like your life depends on it. And Leon can’t take it, he’s been ready to bust the second he got home, his stomach contracts, spills his seed into your wet cunt. Messy just how he likes it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Leon lets his full weight drop on top of you.

You grunt softly, “Heavy, daddy.”

“Yeah, I know, gimme a second.” Leon grumbles, teeth tugging on your earlobe. “How’d you rate me? Five stars? Ten out of ten?”

You yawn into his hair, “Stop bein’ silly, daddy.”

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headkiss · 1 year

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anna <3 honey <3 hiii <3 i have a request if you’re up for it?

inspired by your latest shy!reader x eddie fic where it’s her first day at hawkins high— shy!reader being all heart eyes for eddie who pretty much worships the ground she walks on but somehow is oblivious to her feelings even though he flirts constantly just to see her get flustered. he doesn’t notice she’s only all sweet and giggly and nervous around him, though. she’s generally extremely shy so eddie figures that’s why, but it’s truly because she’s head over heels for him 🥹 a cutesy friends to lovers

harmonia my love !!! thank u sm for requesting i hope u like it this one’s for u <333 (the other shy!reader blurb) | 0.7k of fluff and shy!reader

You walk the unfamiliar halls in search of your next class. So far, unsuccessfully.

There’s a debate in your head: is it more embarrassing to be late to your class because you couldn’t find it, or to ask for directions like you’re a tourist in a new city?

You figure that embarrassing yourself in front of a class full of people is much, much worse than just one person. The next part is just figuring out who to ask.

Deciding to avoid any groups (even looking at them makes your heartbeat jump a little), you scan the hall for anyone that looks approachable.

For some reason, you land on the boy with long, dark curls and a tattoo of bats on his forearm. Yeah, super approachable. He’s alone, leaning next to what you’re guessing is his open locker.

You force your feet to carry you towards him.

“Sorry, could you maybe tell me where English is?”

“Wha- oh.” Eddie turns around to find you, a face he's never seen—a pretty one, at that—talking to him of all people. “Hi. Yeah, why don’t I walk you?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

Your voice is soft, quiet enough that Eddie probably wouldn’t have heard you if he wasn’t so focused on listening.

“Who’s your teacher?” You tell him, and he smiles, “me too. See, I’m going there anyway. It’s no problem.”

It’s then that you’re hit with the realization of how attractive he is. His eyes and the lashes that frame them, the smile that’s extra sweet compared to his style, the guitar pick that hangs from a chain around his neck.

The best you can do then is nod, untucking your hair from behind your ears to try and hide your face.

“So, why’d you move to Hawkins?” He asks, shutting his locker and nodding for you to follow him.

“Um, for my mom’s work.”

“Yeah? Do you like it here?”

“It’s different.”

You stick to short answers, not because you don’t want to give him better ones, but because you’re terrified of doing something you’ll kick yourself over for days.

“That’s one way of putting it,” he says, sending you a wink.

You laugh softly, a girlish giggle. It’s music to his ears, and he plans to draw the sound from you again and again.

You nod, looking down at your feet in the silence that follows, unsure how to fill the gaps. In your distraction, you bump shoulders with someone. A boy, probably an athlete, because it’s enough to knock you into Eddie.

He holds your upper arm gently to steady you, his hand warm, his rings cool.

“Sorry,” you say quickly.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. You okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

Despite your answer he keeps his hand where it is. He’s not dragging you along, nor is his hold tight. It’s so soft that you peek down at your shoes again to hide the look on your face.

Eddie thinks he might have dreamt you up. You in your sweet dress and mary-janes. You with a small smile he wants to see widen. He thinks you’re adorable, and he plans to keep talking if only to make you cutely flustered again.

He drops his hand from your arm when you make it to the door of your classroom to hold an arm out welcoming you inside. You miss the warmth of it.

You sit down at the back of the class, in the corner closest to the windows, hoping it’s not somebody else’s spot.

Eddie follows you and sits atop of your desk until the bell rings.

The teacher walks in and seems to notice Eddie’s presence right away, “Munson, what are you doing in my class?”

“I thought you had this class?” You whisper. He sends you a wink in return.

“Just visiting, sir,” he says, standing up and letting the attention fall on him. He can tell you’d be uncomfortable if it was on you more than it already is as a new student. Besides, he’s used to it, even if it’s usually in a negative way.

“Get to your own class, won't you?”

Eddie salutes, strolling to the door seemingly without a care at all. You watch him the whole time, and just before he turns the corner, he looks over his shoulder and smiles at you.

Did he really lie about being in your class just so you’d let him walk you? You sink down in your chair and smile at your desk.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 10 months

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PLEASE I need more punknoir headcanons if you have any I LOVE these I LOVE those two <333

(If youre comfortable with it any first kiss HCs?? I would LOVE to see your thoughts)

Oh I HAVE SO MANY SO MANY CUTESY STUFF and also I do have a First Kiss HC!! But this is long as hell so I'll probably post that set of HC next!

Thanks for this :) !

A LONG-ASS LIST OF FLUFFY-ASS PUNKNOIR HEADCANONS

Peter is actually REALLY good at rubix cubes now, especially after Gwen introduced him to speed-solving. He does it as a (slightly-nervous) habit now

Since the rubix cube was invented in 1974 - and Hobie is from 1978 canonically - he is ALWAYS picking up new ones and new designs from his universe to give to Peter

Peter loves them a lot and always keeps one on him, just for boredoms sake

Hobie always chuckles when he hears the sound of Peter clicking away on his rubix cube in the next room

They're both HARDCORE night owls

It's never really 'sunny' in either of their universes, because - one is noir and the other is London

But even then, they like to stay sleep in when they can, and Hobie will keep Peter in bed as long as possible, panda-hugging him like a sloth in the mornings

Their love language is sharing things - it's like words of encouragement, acts of service, and receiving gifts all in one

Hobie and Noir aren't the type to buy many things, or need anything to be brand-new, so books become their way of being with each other always

Noir likes to scribble neat notes in the margin in grey pencil, while Hobie covers his in bright post-its covered in sharpie and hi-lighter.

They've read each of each other's favorites, and always treat each other's books with care. Hobie introduces Peter to so many newer publications his world doesn't have yet, meanwhile Peter finds Hobie the best out-of-print or even non-destroyed books, copies that were destroyed in facist book-burnings in Hobie's world.

They kinda have an anarchist collection and archive at Peter's place

Being with Noir is one of the only times Hobie is super quiet

Hobie loves to listen to the rain at Peter's place, or listening to the scratchy 30's radio playing in the next room. He loves closing his eyes to the crackle of Noir's vinyls, or the sound of Peter typing away on his typewriter as Hobie lays on the couch

Even when Noir is at his place, it's a peaceful kinda quiet

Hobie lives on a canal-boat, so no rent, and no landlord, which Peter loves. And on foggier London nights, he and Peter can float the boat out on the river, sitting in the fog together

Hobie introduces Peter to a lot of new music

His favorite in Hobie's collection is Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, and any other operatic, classical style rock.

They're pretty low-key about their relationship. They're not hiding it, they're just not that big on PDA outside of hand-holding and cheek kisses

But they're still very intimate in public in a different way. Hobie and Peter always asks each other for their opinion in front of others. Peter is always acting chivalrous towards Hobie, and Hobie always speaks highly of Peter.

They may not be making out in public, but their own version of PDA could be just as subtle and sweet, even down to Peter adjusting Hobie's pins, making sure the words are facing up

Or Hobie flicking a piece of colored lint off of Noir, or leaving small bright, collage-style origami for him

It take's Gwen maybe a couple weeks to catch on

She can tell Peter and Hobie are like IN SYNC, like spot on with each other. And that they crash at each others places a lot, but she figures maybe they're just planning some anarchist stuff together

Besides, Noir isn't all that romantic - especially compared to other Peters. He and Felicia don't have that complicated history, and MJ is a friend (i think). So it doesn't really occur to her

Until one day her, Hobie, and Noir are hanging out at Hobie's place and she notices Noir already knows where everything is

Noir knows exactly how Hobie likes his records to be put back, or how much sugar Hobie likes in his coffee and tea

And she's like 'lol u guys are like soulmates'

and Hobie just goes 'glad u noticed.'

and Gwens like 'WAIT'

Peter unironically calls Hobie his 'lover'

Hobie ironically and teasingly calls Peter his 'lover' (he usually sticks with partner, but often goes with boyfriend if he knows it'll get a reaction *ahem* Miguel *ahem*)

They bond over the mutal feeling of 'what the fuck is this technology bullshit' A LOT

Neither one has a proper smartphone (ever since they learned about Siri they call phones wiretaps)

Noir only uses a typewriter and says screens hurt his eyes and the most technologically advanced thing Hobie with entertain is an arcade cabinet or MAYBE a Playstation 1.

But Peter also likes having Hobie explain things to him

Simple things even. SO many times people tell Peter what happens in WW2 in their worlds. It's..not fun to say the least

He likes sitting around, listening to Hobie explain things like the best movies from the 60's, or the best color TV shows

They have a date-night tradition where they try out something 'modern' (aka 1970-2023) and rate it, then write it down somewhere

So far, they both really like the Exorcist. Watching to together for the first time was one of the best dates they've had

(Imagine being from 1933 and watching the Exorcist with no prior context wouldn't that be wild)

Their apartments look SO COOL now that they're together!!

Noir's black and white apartment, covered in shadows and bright pop art posters. Hobie's bedroom half desaturated, half covered in zines and supplies for protests

You know how in old cartoons there's the trope of a dude in a trench-coat and when he opens it it's full of watches as stuff - Noir's coat is like that, but with patches

And Hobie will take newpaper clippings from Peter's Bugle and use them in art and collages because Peter's writing inspires him a lot

He'll use slogans from Peter's writings in his protest art, and use Peter's melodramatic sayings in his song lyrics

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(once again not proofread because my brain dont do that sorry for typos i do be like that sometimes)

if you made it this far - thxs and i hope you have a rad day

#noirpunk #punknoir #spider punk #spiderpunk #spidernoir #spider noir #peter parker #hobie brown #hobie brown x peter parker #peter parker x hobie brown #noir!peter parker #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider man #atsv shipping #shipping #headcanons #marvel headcanons

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vampirevatican · 5 months

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Hi, hope you're doing well!!

I love your Judd works and was wondering what your headcanons are for Judd having a sensitive girlfriend...

Like, they're polar opposites. She's quiet, sweet, and tender hearted. She keeps to herself for the most part and is good at self-regulating her emotions, but when she gets too overwhelmed, upset, mad, or stressed, she totally breaks and has a hard time cooling down. How would Judd handle her strong emotions?

I think Judd being super soft only for his sensitive girlfriend is such a cute concept 🥺

Thank you sm!! <333

omg thank you, that's so sweet!! also...

'oh my goodness i love this question!!! um, i think...'

a super soft gf for judd?? just what the doc ordered tbh

i think he'd handle her big emotions differently, mainly depending on the situation

like say she's really pissed and is about to get into a fight? i don't think he'd stop her unless it wouldn't be good for her in the long run. like if it risks her bright future or he could see her having to go to hospital

when it comes to work? be it a job or school then he'd definitely make sure she got breaks before she breaks down or burns out completely

he'd probably give her a rage room, like he'd build a cutesy shed and the inside of it is where she can scream, throw, punch, kick and break things as much as she wants

he's very much an actions over words, ya know? although if she just needed him to sit with her for a bit and repeat reassuring phrases he would

he'd hold her close and rub her back, or play with her hair, kiss her forehead and the top of her head

god forbid his family caused the break down, you're just consistently in his room as prisoner and if you have to use the bathroom he's a body guard at that point

some additionals bc gosh this is cute (and brainrot tings)

he will not do the soft sanrio cutesy things with her like matching outfits... UNLESS she found a way to make badtz maru, or another all black sanrio character, more punk

hear me out please... i can picture him 'tolerating' a lot of cute stuff for her, especially if she pulls puppy eyes

the raccoons? consider some of them dressed up with bows, silly outfits or even glitter

his van? there's holographic and cute stickers on it sometimes and yes he rides in her car sometimes and accepts that it's decked out in full girly uniform

actually his favorite sticker on her bumper is a cute bunny that says, 'i know i have a cute ass. can you stop riding it?' or it's baby baphomet stickers he picked out for her by the same artist (tiktok mention)

whenever he picks outfits for her? she has to hide whatever black she has, lest it looks more pastel goth/grunge

he loves her dearly. this is a sun and moon dynamic. this is one of those 'if anything happens to them id kill everyone in the room and then myself.'

#.⁠｡⁠*⁠dingdong💌━♡#i hope you're doing well to and yw!!!#judd birch #judd birch x reader

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m3gumix · 5 months

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I saw on the lovesick post that You’re taking CSM requests? I was wondering if you could maybe do Beam, Kobeni, Reze or Quanxi(Your Choice) on a date with the reader and what date place they would choose? Feel free to ignore tho, Tysm<3^^

Hi love ofc! I'm so sorry for how late this is, I usually forget that I have tumblr....Once again ty for the lovely request<3 [ I apologize for only writing Kobeni.. I wanted to post one more fic before I log out of here ]

Warnings : Not proofread , gender neutral / nb reader , possibly ooc , it's just fluff & cutesy stuff

Synopsis : How Kobeni would act on a date and where she'd go.

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Kobeni's still as jumpy as ever.

- I can only imagine that she's been crushing on you forever, and I highly doubt she was the one to ask you out. You most likely have been pinning her as well and asked her out on a date.

- It took her forever to answer since she was so caught off guard that you actually asked her awuhdiu

- BUT after a few minutes of her flustered babbling she eventually ended up aggressively nodding her head while quietly muttering out yeses.

- The two of you wouldn't go anywhere fancy or expensive, I think a simple walk in the park with a nice scenery would make the two of you happy enough!!

- You'd both be enjoying any of the butterflies you may see, or any animals at that, the two of you would be making small talk. At first Kobeni would be too shy to talk first but she slowly opened up to you and enjoyed your company<3

"I appreciate you agreeing to go out with me 'Beni" You smiled as you looked at Kobeni, fidgeting with her hands. "Y-yeah, of course...It's nice of you to take us here.."

Maybe you even took her to a nearby little cafe as a surprise since y'know..she doesn't go out to nice places too often???

I feel like she'd try to order something cheap because she'd feel bad and not wanna spend too much of your money but you'd insist since it's a date that you're treating her on

Throughout the whole date the two of you chat and get to bond a lot more !! It all ends very sweetly<333

Of course lastly, you walk home with her once it starts getting late (and you two probably plan another date or time to hang out)

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ITS DONE.ITS BEEN IN MY DRAFT FOR MONTHS IM SO SORRY anywho this is farewell, thank you to my 53 people who stayed with this account but its time for me to move… EVERYONE GO TO @konuxkii

#csm #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x reader #kobeni x reader #kobeni higashiyama #anime #manga #csm x reader #m3gumix #byebye<3 #last post

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sevikasleftpussyflap · 2 years

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ok but what about the annoying s/o we all love with an equally annoying/protective pet chihuahua that loves to bug the shit out of sevika (they have a love hate relationship tbh)

i love your page so much youre one of my fav writers on this godforsaken site💪💪💗

Thank you sm <333 So sorry this took so long, it's a wonderful idea and thank you for trusting me with it :)

Disclaimer: Chihuahuas aren’t always demon dogs. This one just hates Sev and is old :)

Oh it's hate at first sight with that dog

It's your first time taking Sevika home and you're so excited for her to meet your best friend. You're talking them up, saying they're so cute, they're so independent, and they're a great alarm

Sevika's relieved you have something to protect you. She worries enough about you as it is. And you’re constantly spending money on your dog, she notices, so it must really earn its place

And when you tell her to wait in the living room while you go wake them up, she's a little shocked that they have their own room. Odd, but if you have the space, y'know?

So when you bring out this expired, decrepit looking thing, Sevika fucking laughs

It's barely working ears somehow catch the noise and sets it off

It runs to Sevika, barking and snarling like she wouldn't be able to punt it across the room

Her shoe is bigger than it

"I thought you said you had a dog."

"They are-"

"Sweetheart that is a rat."/“I think that thing escaped from Jericho's kitchen”

Its name is something cutesy like Angel, Honey, Cinnamon

When it gets too riled up it’ll always end up wheezing and hacking, followed by Sevika’s ridicule

“Not much of an alarm”/“Pathetic”

Sevika has beef with your dog. She deems it useless and she has to compete with it for your attention.

Sevika watches you comfort and coo over it with a disgusted look on her face. It’s like a child, and Sevika loathes those. She’ll purposely irritate it sometimes until you yell at her

It pisses on her shoes. You swear it was fully house trained before. Of course you never scold it, and go and cuddle it instead because "They must be getting old, Vika"

It knows what it's doing

Good lord. When it has some kind of infection or illness and needs medicine, Sevika's tasked with holding it. She begs you to let mother nature take its course

When you’re on the couch holding your baby in your lap and Sevika tries to sit next to you, it will yap and snap at her. Its bites don’t hurt that much because the thing lost all of its teeth by now so she just ignores it. Sevika does not surrender. She puts her arm around you regardless while it tears at her vest

As much as she loves you and doesn’t want to see you sad, in the beginning she was just counting the days until that thing passed away

Then one day she’s eating her breakfast on a quiet morning before work. You’re still asleep so she took it upon herself to wake the fire-breathing cretin, earning her hand several toothless bites, and took it outside to potty while debating how long it’d take you to get over it if it ‘ran away’. She’d never do that to you but imagining a time where she doesn’t have to live under its fearful reign is her way of coping

So she’s eating her breakfast, fully expecting it to hobble back to its grossly luxurious bed, but when she looks down it's staring at her. Not with hate, or malice, or its usual bloodthirsty leer. Its tongue is poked out between its gums, no teeth there to hold it in place. Sevika tracks its gaze to the last piece of bacon in her hand. Oh. A spark of hope flickers in her chest and she tries not to appear too eager as she gently crouches and makes her offering

It eats it, hacks it up, then eats it again. Until Sevika leaves, the dog is right by her side, eventually falling asleep on her foot when they realize she doesn’t have any more food. She’s late for work that day

When you later discover the old pup asleep on Sevika’s lap one day, you’re ecstatic. And who do you congratulate? The dog, of course. But by now you recognize Sevika’s different levels of scowling and know which one is ‘I’m jealous of your dog’ so you give her some love too

You often tease her for it and pet her head/ coo at her the way you do your dog until she grumbles and turns away from you (she will never admit she loves it)

Also you, being your annoying self, proclaim Sevika its 'daddy'. And start buying her father shit. "Proud dad" "Furbaby Father" "I'm a daddy". No matter how much she hates it, you refer to her as such whenever you're talking to your dog

"Is daddy grumpy today?"

"Stop calling me that. That thing is older than me."

Sevika has to drag you away from the dog toys at stores. She trips on them and nearly breaks her damn neck everyday. She'll be freshly awake, going to make her coffee and step on the loudest motherfucking squeaky toy that could rival Piltover's alarm. It has enough damn toys. And it doesn't even play anymore, but you swear it gets excited with each one you bring home. She has to check your bag because you'll try to smuggle some home

Even with their newfound relationship, the mutt still has limits. If you give her the task of waking it up in the morning, it starts growling as soon as she walks through the door

The door creaks on rusty hinges, alerting Sevika of yet another thing she needs to fix in this dingey apartment of yours. The noise is remarkably close to the rumbling, broken sounds strangling their way out of the awaiting mutt's throat, triggered by the hulking silhouette of the other competitor for its owner’s attention.

“Yeah, yeah. Time for breakfast.” Sevika snarls back.

She grabs the small blanket on top of a dresser, a dresser, filled with sweaters and bows and bandannas for this leech. In Sevika’s opinion, you could throw money down the garbage disposal for less hassle. All of this to help this glorified rat live a pampered life of luxury while most of your jackets have a minimum of three holes. Seriously, doesn’t this thing have fur for a reason?

She tries to tell you. Tries to get you to look after yourself a bit better. But, if you’re not going to do it, she will, spending money on items of comfort for you while you do the same for your baby.

#arcane sevika x reader #sevika x reader #sevika imagine

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straightuppotato-art · 7 months

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Fun fact: Yuka was a model for a hot second 💕

As always, I will be going insane under the cut~

okay so @wildmelon 's lookbook of Daphne was absolutely GORGEOUS and I was so inspired to make one for Yukie!!!! I have have a lot of Thoughts on Yuka's clothes so here ya go

Everyday: Yuka lovesss cutesy flirty fits, so lots of skirts + reds and pinks!! She shares in Sally's loathing of the Aeon dress code <3 The bun-buns for her hair are uncommon, but she'll let Sally mess with her hair on occasion! Nick, however, is banned after the Scrunchie Incident back when Yuka was 6.

Formal: Yuka needs to be warned well in advance of fancy events in order to lose all of her money on pretty dresses <3 She's a big fan of eye-catching outfits because um <3 She can say that people are staring because of her clothes and not because of her brain <333 Guess which she worn to the dinner party!!

Active: She and Sally have lots of cute workout clothes that turned into loungewear <3 Yuka will hop on a treadmill to justify the money she spent on the clothes lmao

Sleep: Yuka's a big advocate of wearing socks to bed, but that's mostly because she wears shorts and the house gets cold in the morning <3 To combat that, she gets lots of big sweatshirts!! I think the first shirt is one of Nick's old ones and the little dog slippers are supposed to be his Snoopy slippers 🥺

Party: Similar to her formal outfits but there's more of a range, depending if it's a Party or hanging out at music venues!! She loves a good heel because she's a teensy weensy queen <333

Swim: Yuka loves the beach and she desperately needs to go more often!! She loves buying pretty coverups but she also steals Rosy's shirts <33

Hot Weather: Fun fact- Yuka loves cheetah/leopard print lmao. She has to force herself to use it sparingly because she can't be one of Those Girlies (affectionate). On really hot days, though, catch Yuka never leaving the house bc she hates getting all sweaty with no beach payoff.

Cold Weather: Yes, these aren't all appropriate for the Chicago cold. BUT, Yuka uses the excuse of being Chicagoan + Alaskan to say she's simply Built Different. Still, she'll accept freezing if she looks cute as hell <333

#that's all folks!!!!!#I'm up for wcif btw!!#SHE'S SOOOOOO CUTE UGH IM NOT OKAY #edits that i do #mind blind #mind blind if #oc: yuka #ts4 #sims 4 lookbook #sims 4 #ts4 lookbook #sims 4 cc lookbook

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mackthecheese · 3 months

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Skyward Sword Zelink for the ship asks!

when I started shipping it if I did:

I don't really ship them, but I don't mind reading zelink ship fics if the writing is really good/ the plot is creative.

my thoughts:

In my mind, there are two timelines: one in which Ghirahim survives and ends up with Link, and one in which Ghirahim does not survive and Link and Zelda get together. I really don't think them being in a romantic relationship would be all that different from them just staying best friends because of how close they already are. I generally see them as having more of a sibling type dynamic, but I enjoy a good "making the Surface livable together" fic once in a while. They're a power couple there for sure.

What makes me happy about them:

They're such close friends already, so they know the other loves them so much no matter what. <333

What makes me sad about them:

They went through so much traumatizing shit throughout canon and Zelda's role as Hylia reincarnated was such a shock that drove them apart for a while before they could properly sit down and discuss exactly what that meant for both of them. (last bit is hc)

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

People have this weird tendency to make Zelda super demanding and rude for some reason???? Idk where this came from and it really rubs me the wrong way. Why can people not characterize the woman in a straight relationship properly ever?

things I look for in fanfic:

It's childhood best friends to lovers or nothing for me! I love it when they team up to clear the Surface of stray bokoblins and such so they can establish a safe place for everyone to live when they move down from Skyloft.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Zelda with Groose and Link with Ghirahim.

My happily ever after for them:

They establish a town on the Surface and go adventuring together until they're too old to do so. After that, they spend quiet afternoons doing typical cutesie old couple things like putting together puzzles and crafting together. <3

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Zelda is the big spoon because she's taller and Link likes to feel protected. <3 He likes the change of pace from when he was constantly fighting to protect her on the Surface.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

They LOVE crafting together! They'll spend hours silently working on projects- crochet for Zelda and woodworking for Link. They find joy in just the other's presence. <3

#answering the important questions here #zelink #zelda #link #skyward sword #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #sksw zelda #sksw link #sksw zelink

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babypinkgoth · 29 days

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I saw ur Pearl agree HC :3 I was wondering if you had anymore!! :333

bismuth was never an “official” caregiver for pearl, but little pearl has always loved being around bismuth <3

if pearl is little when she fuses with someone, their form looks different, a bit more cutesy

little pearl is obsessed with dinosaurs. her favorite is the stegosaurus, but she loves all dinosaurs. she has so many dinosaurs stuffies, stickers, etc

i can’t think of anything else ksjdkfkf hope this suffices!!!

#agere #age regression #steven universe agere #agere pearl

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unethicalmorals · 1 month

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HIIIIIII MORALS HI HI YES I'M HERE I'VE HAD TUMBLR FOR LIKE 5 YEARS ALREADY TEEHEE🤭🤭🤭 I NOTICED YOU ABOUT A MONTH AGO BUT I WASN'T "WATCHER" AT THE TIME SO I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING I WAS JUST A LURKER

Focusing on Rabbit and Pink you say👀👀👀👀👀 interesting

Side note I'm really glad to hear your thinking about Rabbit- Female characters tend to get sidelined a whole lot ESPECIALLY on ao3 so it's relieving to know she's on your mind. May her days be yuriful and possibly traumatizing❤️❤️❤️❤️ (I see those comments about Dove being Restless👁)

Marking down my calendar that's labeled "DAYS TILL BISHOP GETS FUCKED" marking down my other calender that's labeled "DAYS TILL LUCKY/BISHOP CHAPTER"

HE WAS SO SO SOOOOO EXCITED TO GET A NEW CREWMATE HE WAS SO READY TO STICK BY THEIR SIDE WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING THE GUY IT WAS SO CUTE I LOVE BISHOP🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💚💚💚💚💚 But it also makes me notice that the crew had a VERY different reaction to their other crewmate dying compared to Dove😭😭😭 I know it was for plot purposes so we could have an idea of what they were like before shit hit the fan, though it's so funny to me cuz I just imagine that their last crewmate was just so fucking annoying that none of them really cared when they died- like oh fuck finally that guys gone thank God. Or they died in a way that was kinda funny so it canceled out any grief they could've felt

YEAH TINY LITTLE GUY JUST A LITTLE MAN GENTLY HOLDING HIM IN THE PALM OF MY HAND AND KISSING THE TOP OF HIS HEAD WAAAAAAAHHH (Pretending like I'm not exactly 1 inch taller than lucky) I'LL SQUEEZE HIM LIKE A STRESS BALL💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Lucky getting some (very little) well-needed rest....... I imagine him in his crew in a bug stupid cuddle pile after a long day.... or maybe they finish quota early so they all relax and just talk to each other for a while...... they get longer than 3 hours of sleep for once...... peace and love that will never truly be reached OUUUUUUGGGHHHHH

AHSHDJAJSKDJD "BABE IT'S TIME FOR YOUR ASS DESTRUCTION" YEAAAAHHH LUCKY GET HIS ASS

Glad to have heavily contributed to the slutification of Bishop🫡 the bottom bitchification of that guy🫡🫡 the whorinization of this man🫡🫡🫡

*cut to Bishop tied up and gagged and sobbing on the floor with like 3 vibrators in his ass* Lucky: Wow this guy really just let's me do fucking whatever to him huh (I'm insane. I'm insane. I need that man Whimpering and pathetic)

I'm the little devil on Lucky's shoulder I'm telling him to breed that guy NOW. FUCK HIM PREGNANT EVEN IF IT'S BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ OF THERE'S A HOLE THERE'S A GOAL IF THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ I BELIEVE IN YOU LUCKY YOU CAN FUCK THAT GUY TAKE OUT YOUR ANGER AND STRESS ON HIM LEAVE HIM BEGGING YOU CAN DO IT HE'D BE INTO IT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ GRAAAAAHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Anyways excited for the next chapter :3 sitting on a counter and kicking my feet cutesy with my hands in my lap :333

-Watcher

Let me cook, let me cook-- I have some fun plans for those two that are gonna be really fun!! ^-^ (I AM PUTTING THEM IN A BLENDER AND MAKING PINK SOUP) Honestly Pink is gonna interact with everyone in an interesting way and I'm excited for some of these upcoming chapters that involve him >:)

AND RABBIT--- RABBIT MY GIRL IS GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN!!! 🤭🤭🤭 (She needs to blow off some steam, y'know?) 🤭🤭🤭

Yeahhh, I've seen that happen a lot and I don't want to do my girls dirty like that!! 😭(I have not done myself any favours by killing off two girls and making Rabbit a late-game player in this fic--) But I have lots of fun involving her in the future!! >:3c Rabbit is not forgetting Dove anytime soon, and neither is Dove... 👀

IT'S COMING, IT'S COMING, IT'S COMING S--

💚🥺💚 BISHOP IS SO SWEET AND YET, HERE WE ARE 💚🥺💚

True..... 😅(I could have written that part a bit better but alas) It's canon now,, the dead crewmate was just an annoying ass that got what they deserve,, all we knew about them was the blue suit (chapter 19 spoiler whoops)😔

💥💥SQUEEZE LUCKY MAKE HIM SQUEAK SQUEEZE HIM💥💥

Aww that's so much sweeter than what's actually gonna happen,, it's what he deserves (what all of them deserve)-- to be,, to be in the middle of a big crew cuddle pile,, surrounded by the softest blankets and pillows,, his crew all around him,, 🥺🥺🥺Maybe one day,,, maybe one day,,,

YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH!!

Good work soldier, it's honest work what you and Starbeans do~♥ 😌 (SCREAMING ♥♥♥)

Lucky is going to submit to the little devil's temptations sooner or later 🤭🤭

Yesss!!! The next chapter is very soon (My friends keep pulling me away to play Lethal and Helldivers but)- it's coming VERY SOON I promise !!!! ❤❤❤

#ask #watcher #tsitd

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pumpkinpie59 · 1 year

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little 1987 kalangelo headcanons

,, go-to date night: drive-in movie theater. monster movies are their favorites, but they try to avoid war movies (brings too many bad memories for kala).

,, michelangelo can skateboard, and kala can roller skate like nobody’s business, so she and mikey sometimes race each other.

,, kala’s go-to love language is physical touch, and as she and michelangelo got more comfortable with each other, the more affectionate she became. she’s a hugger, and michelangelo loves that about her.

,, michelangelo’s go-to love language is gift-giving. once he managed to get another job and build a salary, he started to take kala shopping. he loves to spoil her, and now she has a lot of pretty clothes and accessories as a result.

,, michelangelo was the first of his brothers to start dating, and the third to get married. he and kala were long-distance for most of their dating period.

,, they started “officially” dating during early season 7. when they first started dating, they were hesitant about being super obvious about it around their brothers.

,, they have triplets a few years after they got married. zallina and casa (girls) and relen (boy).

,, also zak and dask walked kala down the aisle.

,, speaking of zak and dask, they were part of the reason kala and michelangelo put off dating for longer than expected. they think of themselves as kala’s older brothers. while they like michelangelo, they were concerned about them being in different dimensions, and didn’t want kala to get hurt. it worked out tho, and they ended up being supportive of kala. they get along with the triplets really well too.

,, michelangelo’s pet names for kala include: “babe/baby”, “baby doll” (not stealing that from the question and huntress from justice league unlimited nooooo), “curly-q”, “cupcake”, and “fairy dust”.

,, kala’s pet names for michelangelo include: “cutie/cutie pie”, “sweetie/sweetie pie”, “pizza pie” (she likes the pie names), “pumpkin”, and “sugar”.

,, yes they are the type of couple to use the most cutesy nicknames they can think of.

,, michelangelo’s the big spoon,, mostly bc kala’s so tiny and can barely wrap her arms around his shell lol. they’re major cuddlers.

,, “their song” is darlin’ by the beach boys :333 i imagine them dancing together to it while in their pjs in the kitchen at 1 am x3

,, they shared their first kiss right before kala left to go back to dimension x at one point. she figured “heck with it” and just smooched him before saying goodbye. michelangelo’s brothers teased him for the rest of the day, but he was too dazed to even respond to any of it.

,, michelangelo and kala are the “fun uncle and aunt” to their nieces and nephews and tend to be the go-to babysitters.

,, their wedding “cake” was a freaking pizza lol (a dessert pizza dw).

#tmnt #tmnt 1987 #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt kala #kalangelo #pumpkin stuff

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self-shippy · 4 months

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📸🔍🩷 pls pls pls :333 (for whoever!!)

Hehe I’m gonna answer for all of them >:3 📸 for a random screenshot / picture i can gush about.

Tried to get a range of different kinds of screenshots, but unfortunately the most prominent one is the silly goober screenshot

🔎 for something f/o-related in my room (or something that makes me think about them).

Ooh, this one is easy to get all in one picture! I have plushies of each of my f/os (except Saitama since he’s a really recent f/o)

As for Saitama, I don’t have any merch for him yet. I’m gonna wait till after Christmas to get a plushie of him!

(Ok the last emoji you sent just shows up as a rectangle, and there are two black rectangles on the ask game. I’ll just answer for them both.)

🩷 for a headcanon about f/o.

They’re all bisexual. This is canon because I’m their canon love interest and I’m genderfluid.

🩵 for a fact about s/i.

Not s/is, but ocs I ship with my f/os. The difference is that I don’t feel comfortable calling the ones with Japanese names my “inserts”, and it also makes me feel like I have more creative freedom over them.

Robin (HxH oc) specifically developed his shapeshifting Nen to switch gender whenever she wants! This made their parents not very happy.

Jay’s (KoF oc) fighting style was developed with his backstory in mind! He grew up learning how to run a restaurant to take over the family business, and he fights with cooking utensils!

Fukuro (MP100 oc) was not her original name. It was Megumi, but when her memories were erased, she was given a new name to make sure she had no ties to her past.

Lora (AA oc) was not born with red hair. She dyed it, and puts on makeup every day specifically to look like a parrot. Her name also means “parrot” in Spanish! And one extra fact about her since she’s my special little girl, Lora Wing is her localized name. Her name in the original Japanese translation would be Tsubasa Parotto, with Tsubasa meaning “wing” and Parotto being borrowed English for “parrot”. (And her original Japanese nickname would be Tori-chan, with tori meaning “bird” and chan being a cutesy honorific. Her localized nickname is Birdie.)

Oops I talked way too much about Lora ANYWAY, Crow (OPM oc) is newly developed so I don’t have much about them yet. The most I can tell you is that they also have shapeshifting powers, but this is specifically because they were created in a lab, as a creature capable of being the next step in evolution. They use their shapeshifting skills for private investigating, where they take the form of small creatures in order to discreetly spy on whoever they need to get information on.

#I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY OCS PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT MH OCS

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Please talk more about fem4fem marylily i love fem4fem<3

ohmygod hello anon yes of course i can talk about fem4fem marylily

so, the two of them have VERY different aesthetics. lily's is on the softer side and based on earthy tones such as maroon, brown, pale yellow, green, beige, etc. and mary's is very bright and colorful and leather and lace and that kind of stuff

they borrow each other's jewelry ALL THE TIME, though. mary is a huge, huge fan of everything that's gold and big hoops while lily opts for a more reserved, silver and small style but that doesn't stop them from wearing each other's stuff.

lily's favorite is mary's gold chain with a heart, it's basically hers at that point, and she wears it all of the time. mary loves lily's anklet, and even though she's wearing boots, she wears it and her heart swells with pride when summer comes and she can switch to sandals so you can see it. it's not pretty noticeable, but you can see it against mary's skin, and it has little white and yellow flowers gah <333

they love doing each other's makeup, despite, again, the very different styles. both of them wear eyeliner, though, and love to experiment with new makeup looks on each other, whether they're dramatic or cutesy. also, lily looks gorgeous in pink lipstick, and mary in red. they also look amazing combined 👀 ifykyk

#i love fem4fem marylily so much <3 i hope i'm doing them justice because i've never been in this kind of relationship so hope i did it well #i love lesbians so much /p #i feel like this blog is turning into a girls' blog and tbh i am happy it is 💞#fem4fem marylily #<- this WILL become a tag on this blog and there's nothing you can do about it /lh #because fem4fem marylily <3333 #lily evans #mary macdonald #marylily #my writing #asks

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